Yang Erbao's expression suddenly changed, and he turned into a whirlwind, shooting toward Qin Huai's courtyard.
"Xue Guangye?" His eyes widened as he looked at the two heavily poisoned corpses on the ground – a bone pattern realm martial artist and a ninth refinement martial artist.
Quietly, Yang Erbao approached Qin Huai's courtyard and stuck his head out to take a sniff, savoring the moment carefully. The next moment, his expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly took out several antidote pills from his pocket, stuffing them into his mouth.
"Brother Qin!" he shouted into the room, not daring to enter without knowing what was going on inside.
After a while, Qin Huai pushed open the courtyard door. "Brother Yang, what's the matter?" he asked with a smile, cupping his hands.
"There might be a problem within the Blood Poison Gang!" Yang Erbao frowned, feeling a little lucky that Qin Huai was fine.