Inside four of the boxes were medicinal pills, the same kind of elixir that Qi Yuanyuan had fed to Gu Huaijin earlier.
In the other three boxes, one contained half a box of folded paper packets filled with the same kind of poison given to Gu Huaijin, and the other two contained small pills the size of beans.
Gu Zhiqi pinched one from inside, brought it to her nose for a gentle sniff, and immediately confirmed that this pill was the antidote.
While Gu Zhiqi was looking at those boxes, Mo Qingsnow had already sneaked away from Gu Zhiqi’s grasp.
At this moment, she had moved to the wall of the secret room. Watching Gu Zhiqi’s actions, her expression flickered, and a dark glint flashed in her eyes.
Such a powerful little girl, if turned into a puppet, would be very useful.
Thinking this, Mo Qingsnow’s lips curled into a cold smile as she slowly reached out towards the wall.
Feeling a protruding stone, Mo Qingsnow carefully tried to turn it.
The stone wouldn’t budge, and a sharp pain shot through the back of her hand. A dagger had appeared on the back of her hand.
The dagger pierced through Mo Qingsnow’s palm, pinning her hand to the wall. The blade was jammed exactly in a notch in the stone, making it impossible for Mo Qingsnow to turn the stone.
"It seems the poison’s efficacy is lacking. You still seem quite energetic." In the blink of an eye, Gu Zhiqi, who had been standing four or five meters away from Mo Qingsnow, suddenly appeared beside her like a phantom, her chilling voice piercing Mo Qingsnow’s ears, freezing her in place, unable to move.
Staring at the motionless Mo Qingsnow, a trace of weariness flickered in Gu Zhiqi’s eyes. She raised her hand and tapped twice on Mo Qingsnow’s body, immobilizing her completely, leaving her only able to speak.
"What are you doing? Let me go!"
Gu Zhiqi ignored her. She returned to the boxes, flicked her hand and collected all the antidotes into a box. Then, in front of Mo Qingsnow, she set the remaining five boxes ablaze.
Seeing two boxes containing the antidotes disappear into thin air, Mo Qingsnow’s pupils constricted in disbelief. When the fire rose, her eyes widened, and she forgot about the disappearing boxes, "Bitch! What are you doing? My Puppet Pills!"
"Puppet Pills?" Gu Zhiqi didn’t turn her head, her eyes lightly dropping to the elixirs engulfed in flames, muttering softly.
"My Puppet Pills! They are my life’s work! You little bitch, who told you to burn them!" Mo Qingsnow watched as the Puppet Pills were consumed by the raging fire, feeling like her heart was bleeding.
Those elixirs were her hope to rise above all, and now they were gone.
Without the Puppet Pills, how could she make those ancient martial artists obey her?
It was all this little bitch’s fault!
She ruined everything.
Looking at the orange flames, Gu Zhiqi said indifferently, "You call those defective products Puppet Pills?"
"What defective products? They are Puppet Pills, made to control ancient martial artists. It’s all because of you! If it weren’t for you, I would have controlled all those martial artists with the Puppet Pills already!"
Mo Qingsnow roared hysterically, as if by doing so, the burned Puppet Pills would return.
Gu Zhiqi suddenly understood, no wonder so many antidotes were prepared after poisoning, it was to control the poisoned ones.
Without even turning her head, she lazily faced away from Mo Qingsnow and said, "Don’t feel so bad, after all, your Puppet Pills are indeed defective products."
"What nonsense are you talking about? What defective products!"
Seeing Mo Qingsnow unwilling to believe, Gu Zhiqi didn’t bother to say more.