"Huh?" The calmness in the cave finally made Old Beiming notice something strange.
He stuffed the small transparent bottle into his robe and looked up at Muge who was lying on the ground.
"Why is there no movement at all? Could it be that the poison this time was too strong and killed this kid?" With a hint of surprise, the old man Beiming came to Mu Ge in an instant.
He knelt down and quickly grabbed Mu Ge's white wrist with his skinny but very strong hands and felt for his pulse.
The pulse was steady and there seemed to be nothing unusual.
Old Beiming sneered, and the strength in his hands suddenly increased. The sharp nails almost sank into Mu Ge's flesh and blood.
"Hmph, brat, are you pretending to be dead?" Old Beiming almost crushed the bones of Mu Ge's wrist.
Holding back the severe pain, Mu Ge didn't react at all.
It was as if he really fainted.
The old man Beiming smiled cruelly and used force in his palms. There was just a "click" sound, and Mu Ge's wrist was broken by him. Under the skin, where the bones were broken, there was a sudden bulge, as if it would pierce the flesh and burst out at any time.
The pain of broken bones made Muge's forehead covered with cold sweat, but she still did not say a word or even react at all.
Waiting dormantly, waiting for the best time.
This is the most basic quality that a good hunter needs to possess.
Mu Ge believes that he is a very good hunter.
"Jie Jie, how can you be so tolerant?" Beiming's smile was horrifying. He took Mu Qingge's severed hand and lifted her up like a chicken, lifting her feet off the ground.
The weight of the body is only supported by the severed hands.
This kind of pain almost made Mu Ge collapse. However, she still held back, her head drooping as if completely unconscious. However, under her downcast face, in her closed eyes, cold murderous intent emerged.
After torturing Mu Ge for a while, he still couldn't get any response.
Old Beiming seemed to have lost his patience and threw her away. Mu Ge's spine hit the rock wall of the cave hard, and the pain of almost breaking came, almost making her faint.
"Humph, it's useless." Old Beiming turned his back to her and muttered dissatisfiedly.
It seems that after confirming that Mu Ge was not faking her fainting, he began to think that his poison was too strong and caused her abnormality.
The tortured Muge pressed her cheek against the cold, wet ground, and opened her closed eyes slightly. Through the gap, she saw old man Beiming, who seemed to be working on something with his head down.
"What a waste, but if you die like this, I will have to go to the medicine boy to test the medicine again." The old man Beiming said to himself, but he did not notice the cold eyes of Mu Ge on the ground behind him.
After a while, the old man Beiming turned around again. At this time, he had an equally black pill in his hand.
As the steps progressed, Mu Ge's thin and curled body was shrouded in black shadow.
Old Beiming's cold and sharp voice sounded again: "If you take this elixir of mine, you will not survive. Then I will make you into a medicine man, so as not to waste my medicinal materials."
With that said, he grabbed Muge's collar and lifted her up. He grabbed her neck with his hands, squeezed her cheeks, and forced her to open her mouth.
In the other hand, he held the pill and stuffed it into Mu Ge's mouth.
Right now!
Mu Ge felt certain in his heart and suddenly opened his eyes without any hesitation.
Those eyes were as cold as snow, as cold as ice, and as sharp as a sword, but they were calm and without any ripples. Her penetrating eyes reflected Old Beiming's slightly stunned look, and she smiled.
(End of chapter)