Jiuyou looked at Yue Ya's figure disappearing at the kitchen door, raised her eyebrows, and said pointedly: "She is indeed a knowledgeable person."

Hayate slapped him: "Stop talking nonsense and talk quickly." The wind of his palm brought up some dust in the house, and finally fell quietly at the door of the kitchen, making it impossible for anyone to detect.

"Do you think it's Yun Xinhua?" Zhu Linghou, who had been holding on all the way, spoke up. His face really didn't look good.

Jiuyou nodded: "Yes, I doubt her. If she uses herbal poison, it cannot be hidden from my eyes. I will not let Wushuang sit over it knowing that it is poisonous. Therefore, it can only be a spiritual beast.

Poison. Although many people in the academy have such poison, but... I am more inclined to doubt her."

Yun Xinhua has targeted Wu Shuang more than once or twice.

When he found out that Wushuang was poisoned, he subconsciously went to see Yun Xinhua. Although Yun Xinhua covered it up very quickly, he still saw a hint of pride in her eyes, as well as a dissatisfied regret that she had not achieved her goal.

Even if she didn't do it, she was probably aware of it.

"However, I have to thank her. If Wushuang had not been injured at that moment, she and Asen would not have fallen, and they would have suffered better from the thunderous blow." At that time, after bandaging Wushuang's wound, he said

I went to check Asen's back. At that time, Asen's entire back was burned black, and his clothes and flesh were all stained together, making it impossible to tell them apart. It was just a scratch.

However, that wooden man was really just a piece of wood. He was so seriously injured that he didn't even scream in pain.

"The poison is the dust of the black-winged butterfly." Zhu Linghou's face was terrifyingly gloomy: "I really don't know that other than me, there are other people in the academy who have such poison." The black-winged butterfly can also be regarded as a spirit that exists in the legend.

He met the beast by chance. At that time, the Black-winged Butterfly fought with other spiritual beasts and both sides suffered losses. He tried various methods but failed to cure the Black-winged Butterfly. Finally, the Black-winged Butterfly was killed.

Before the butterfly dies, its dust is collected.

The dust of the black-winged butterfly is extremely rare and can only be collected while it is alive, and it also requires the cooperation of the black-winged butterfly. If he had not really spent a lot of money to save the black-winged butterfly, the black-winged butterfly would not have allowed him to last.

collected its dust.

In other words, there are not many people in the world who can collect black-winged butterfly dust like him. There are only two or three people who can barely count. But do they have the same good luck and good intentions? In this regard, he is very

Suspect.

However, the dust was too poisonous and cruel, so he kept it in the space and never used it.

After seeing Wushuang's injury, he subconsciously checked his own space and found that the bag of dust was still there, otherwise he would really wonder if he was sleepwalking and poisoned.

"Ah..." Wushuang was shocked. Information about black-winged butterflies was recorded in the notebooks the teacher gave her. Naturally, she also knew that the teacher had encountered such one.

Jiuyou also frowned: "Black-winged butterfly? Are you sure?"

He has also heard about black-winged butterfly dust and knows how rare it is.

"It's not wrong." Zhu Linghou said: "I didn't notice it at first. When Pharmacist Hua applied the medicine on her, I saw that her dirty blood had a slight black luster in the sun, and that's when I became suspicious." However,

, he knew that there was not much difference in detoxifying one day earlier or one day later when he was exposed to dust, so he chose not to say anything under the circumstances at that time. Otherwise, those people would definitely bite back and decide that they were the ones who shouted to catch the thief.

Give the injured Wushuang another charge.

He looked at Jiuyou and said, "By the way, don't stay still. Take a pack of white spider silk and apply it on her wound. You will know after a try."

Jiuyou immediately did as he was told. He took off the bandage on Wushuang's leg and gently took the ointment aside with a small silver spoon, revealing the small but bruised wound. He carefully took out a package of snow-white

Spider silk covered it, and after a while, they all saw black beads rolling on the fiery red spider silk.

Jiuyou hurriedly took a bamboo tube and carefully collected all the black beads.

After half an hour, no new beads appeared on the spider silk, and the bruises on the frost-free wound had completely disappeared, leaving not even a trace.

Zhu Linghou stuffed the bamboo tube and wrapped it with a piece of clean flannel. Jiuyou washed his hands in the basin brought by Asen and carefully rewrapped Wushuang's legs. Although it was better, the appearance still needed to be done.

Yes, don’t say anything, at least you’ll save yourself the time to explain to outsiders.

After confirming that there was no residual poison in Wushuang's body, everyone tidied up and returned to their respective seats at the table, with even more serious expressions on their faces.

"Where does the black-winged butterfly dust come from?" Jiuyou's expression was not very good. He believed that Yun Xinhua did not have the ability to control the black-winged butterfly.

Zhu Linghou couldn't answer either, and he didn't have an answer in his heart.

Wushuang thought it through: "The person who gave me this dust probably thought that no one would recognize it as poison. If I'm fine in a few days, maybe he would have exposed the truth.

of."

Is this possible? Everyone thought so, but they couldn't think of a better explanation.

"Take one step and take a look." Zhu Linghou sighed, looking listless.

"Teacher." Wushuang pulled him: "Tell me about the Black-winged Butterfly. I didn't remember it very clearly in my notes at the time." She knew that this matter had become a knot in Zhu Linghou's heart, but she didn't want to

She looked unhappy at this old man who was devoted to her.

"I know more, so I can be more prepared in the future." Wushuang found another reason.

Zhu Linghou thought about it and realized that it was the same. He simply handed the black-winged butterfly dust he collected to Wushuang: "Take it, maybe you can use it in the future."

Wushuang hesitated for a moment, then took the dust and put it into her ring space to store it. However, she still said: "I hope I won't need it one day."

This thing can only be used to deal with the most vicious people, and she naturally doesn't want to run into such evil people.

Zhu Linghou smiled and reached out to rub her hair. This little girl was so pure and kind in nature that she didn't even have any intention of harming others. His eyes glanced at Jiuyou and the others, and he felt a little relieved that they had such a good nature.

A protector just makes up for this shortcoming of hers, and also keeps her clean and free of personal secrets.

Jiuyou looked at this scene, and a thought suddenly flashed in his mind. Yun Xinhua had been shouting all over the world that she was Zhu Linghou's disciple. If she had not lied, then it was possible for her to get the black-winged butterfly from Zhu Linghou.

What about the dust?
Chapter completed!