After Descending the Mountain, Seven Big Brothers Spoil Me

Chapter 947 The Big Madman and the Little Madman

"Brother, your poisons are no good."

Zhouzhou made an antidote for Jing Bai, looking at him intently.

Jing Bai had finished detoxifying in just two minutes, rubbing his face as he had never smiled like this before.

He stared at Zhouzhou and asked, "How did you do that?"

He had been injected with various poisons and had long since become immune to them. Why would her poison work on him?

Zhouzhou tilted her head and said, "I don't know either! I made it from the poisonous mushrooms on our mountain. I'll also turn into a fool after eating it."

She couldn't explain how it worked; she just knew how to use it.

Jing Bai pondered, and regardless of her, he took another one to study.

Zhouzhou curiously watched him beside her.

After a while, she grew restless and pulled him, saying, "Brother, let's keep playing! I'll give you poison, and if you can make the antidote, you win! You can also give me what you make."

There were so many poisons here.

How fun!

"Okay." Jing Bai nodded without hesitation, raising his hand to pick up the latest poison he had researched; he hadn't even figured out the antidote yet.

Zhouzhou took it and wanted to taste it to check the ingredients, but Qin Ren's eyelids twitched, and he quickly stepped forward with a stern face, saying, "Let's change the game."

They really were incorrigible!

This poison was no toy!

Both of them were immune to toxins, but Zhouzhou's earlier poison had already affected Jing Bai. It was unsafe to assume that Zhouzhou wouldn't be affected too.

What Jing Bai made, one could guess, was highly toxic. How could Zhouzhou dare to take it? Was she tired of living?

Saying this, he brought over a lab mouse, "You two can compete with this."

Upon hearing this, Zhouzhou and Jing Bai exchanged glances, both somewhat reluctant.

This was their competition; what did a lab mouse have to do with it?

Qin Ren crossed his arms and said, "If you don't accept it, then there's no competition."

Hearing this, Zhouzhou quickly nodded her small head, saying, "Okay, okay! Let's do it your way!"

Jing Bai shot him a resentful glance, feeling somewhat displeased.

Qin Ren was unyielding.

In the end, with no choice, Zhouzhou compromised, and Jing Bai had to give in as well.

Although he usually tried to get Zhouzhou involved in tasks, this matter was exceptional. The little girl was only seven, and if anything happened to her, he wouldn't be able to forgive himself.

Hearing this, Ye Lingfeng's brow furrowed.

"How could a plague suddenly appear?"

"Unknown." Zhao Xinghua pinched his brows, feeling a headache coming on. "It might be due to recent floods in that area."

After floods, it was indeed possible for plagues to arise.

Ye Lingfeng's expression tightened, "Alright, what do we need to do?"

Zhao Xinghua shook his head, "Not much for now. I just wanted to inform you as a precaution. In case it spreads..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but Ye Lingfeng understood.

The reason plagues have always made people wary throughout history is due to their strong infectious nature and difficulty in treatment.

Even adults are fearful, let alone Zhouzhou.

Forget it; she might as well keep playing games with Jing Bai at home.

In the lab, Zhouzhou was still unaware of what had happened, continuing to research poisons with Jing Bai.

These past few days, as soon as school was out, she would come over, driving Ancestral Master to frustration as he tugged at her ear, saying, "Aren't you going to work? Have you been lazy lately? Don't you want to be a little rich woman anymore?"

Speaking of which, Zhouzhou suddenly remembered something and curiously asked, "Ancestral Master, didn't we not receive the merit for catching the big bad guys?"

Ancestral Master also recalled, "That's right! We haven't."

He felt somewhat anxious, not understanding what was going on this time; it had always been delivered quite promptly before.

Little chubby girl saved so many people; she shouldn't have nothing!

Could it be that they really withheld it?

Thinking this, he looked at the Heavenly Thunder on Zhouzhou's head and asked, "Do you know what's going on?"

The Heavenly Thunder lazily stretched, and it didn't know either.

How strange.

Ancestral Master sighed deeply; without merit, there was no motivation to work.

Forget about Zhouzhou; even he felt the same.

Although he never did much work, mainly urging Zhouzhou to work, he was responsible for snacking.

While he was pondering this, he suddenly felt something was off.

Peeking outside, his expression changed dramatically.

Why was there so much foul air in the sky over the southwest?