The woman's eyes suddenly became sharp, her whole body aura became cold, and her voice became deeper: "Are you questioning me?"
As soon as she said this, Lance and Bessie's nerves were highly tense.
"I'm not questioning you. I'm asking you to show us your abilities." Ying Zijin nodded. "This is a new type of poison that the Bevin family bought from the third poison master. There is no antidote yet."
"But I believe that you, as the world's number one poison master, will definitely be able to solve it."
The middle-aged man was confused and couldn't help but lower his voice: "Miss, when did you ask that psychopath to buy his new poison?"
Lita stepped on his foot: "Shut your mouth."
The woman looked at the dessert in the bottle and sneered, "Since the Bevin family is so insincere, let's forget about this cooperation."
She didn't want to bother with the peace of mind anymore, so she turned around and walked out.
But a hand suddenly grabbed her shoulder with lightning speed.
Rita was about to stop it, but after seeing this scene, she was shocked.
As we all know, poison masters are full of poison, even the poison master ranked 20th.
If you touch them without their consent, you will be poisoned immediately.
This is the number one poison master.
If you touch her, instant death would be the least of your worries.
Unless, it's fake!
Lita's pupils shrank, and she shouted sternly: "Someone, take him down!"
At this command, all the people hiding in the dark came out and quickly surrounded the woman.
But before they could get forward, the woman's body suddenly began to twitch.
Her head tilted and she fell to the ground.
"What the hell?" Rita stepped forward with a cold face, "Pretending to be dead?"
"Don't go over there." Ying Zijin raised her hand to stop her, "It's poisonous."
"What?"
Rita was stunned for a moment, and after looking over again, her expression changed drastically.
The woman's body on the ground gradually sank in, and in just half a minute, it turned into a pile of bones.
Even the bones began to show black lines.
In just a few seconds, the poison corroded all the woman's internal organs and skin, breaking down all the cells. It was extremely horrifying.
Even if he is not the number one poison pharmacist, this level of poison is enough to rank among the top ten in the world.
Not only do poison makers have a ranking list, but poisons do too.
The top ten poisons in the world are all under strict guard in one place and are not allowed to be released.
The world's number one poison is comparable to the ancient viruses left behind billions of years ago under the ice in Antarctica.
The world can be destroyed in minutes.
Ying Zijin took out another bottle from his pocket and poured the powder inside.
Rita was still alert: "What is this?"
"I bought it from a psychopath to cure all kinds of poisons." Ying Zijin finished pouring it, "It should be OK to touch it, but you won't be able to detect anything."
Rita's expression changed again and again: "No matter what, take them back first. No matter what, a poison master must have taken action."
As she spoke, she took out her cell phone and said, "Let me post something in the forum."
Like Caesar Laurent, Rita, the eldest daughter of the Bevin family, also knew most of it.
Her account level is S level.
After all, there are only a few SS-level accounts in the entire forum.
She finished the post angrily: "I was so naive."
Ying Zijin glanced at her and nodded slightly: "It's normal for you to be naive at your age."
"Can you please stop attacking me?" Rita gritted her teeth. "I have to go back to Continent O first. We'll contact each other when we have time."
Ying Zijin didn't say anything. She wiped her hands and left the abandoned villa.
——
The next day.
Imperial capital.
Mu family.
Mu Weifeng sat on a stone bench in the garden, holding a brush in his right hand. After dipping it in ink, he began to write.
His handwriting is very beautiful, with his strokes flowing like a dragon, penetrating deeply into the wood, and showing his grandeur.
Mu Weifeng wrote fluently at the beginning, but when he wrote the last word, his hand shook.
Then, a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out, and drops of blood spilled onto the rice paper.
shocking.
Mu Weifeng's expression was still calm. He crumpled up the rice paper and threw it into the trash can, then picked up the ringing cell phone nearby.
"Grandpa Sheng." He had just opened his mouth to say the name when he started coughing violently.
He coughed and another mouthful of blood came out.
Even through the phone, Sheng Qingtang on the other end could tell something was wrong. His face changed, "Is your illness getting worse?"
"Not bad." Mu Weifeng wiped the blood from his lips and smiled bitterly, "At least I won't die now."
"You, you, you!" Sheng Qingtang was extremely anxious, "Why didn't you tell me?"
In fact, he had thought about accepting a disciple, Mu Weifeng.
At that time, he was also the president of the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association and lived in the imperial capital.
He met Mu Weifeng at a calligraphy exhibition.
Among the younger generation, apart from Ying Zijin, the only one whose calligraphy he had seen could be described as unique was Mu Weifeng.
But Mu Weifeng refused Qingqiu's offer to be his disciple because his health was too poor, but their relationship remained good.
He talked to Mu Weifeng every week and went to the imperial capital once a month, but he couldn't notice anything wrong with Mu Weifeng.
Sheng Qingtang thought that Mu Weifeng's illness had been cured long ago.
Unexpectedly, it gets worse every year.
Mu Weifeng is only twenty years old this year, but he has such a body.
"I know my own body." Mu Weifeng didn't say anything, he even smiled. "Grandpa Sheng, I was just writing something for you and was planning to send it to you, but it was accidentally destroyed."
"It's already this late, and you're still thinking about writing?" Sheng Qingtang was even more furious. "You're just as troublesome as my bald son. Just wait, I know a miracle doctor who will definitely be able to cure you."
Mu Weifeng was stunned for a moment, but before he could say anything, Sheng Qingtang had already hung up the phone.
He sighed and shook his head.
He has seen many doctors, including Meng Jia.
But he couldn't invite any direct members of the Meng family, so his illness never recovered.
He did not have such a strong desire for power, nor did he think about inheriting the Mu family. He just hoped that as an heir, he could ask the direct descendants of the Meng family to help him treat his illness.
After all, he still has a younger sister to take care of.
It’s a pity that it’s not so easy to find a miracle doctor.
After Mu Weifeng took a pill, he continued writing.
——
The other side.
When Ying Zijin received the call from Sheng Qingtang, she was working on the questions sent to her by Professor Zuo Li.
"Little doctor, I have a request." Sheng Qingtang got straight to the point. "I have a disciple who is not really a disciple. He has a very serious disease that he brought with him from his mother's womb. It has become more and more serious over the years. Can you please help him?"
Without waiting for Ying Zijin to answer, he hurriedly said, "It's all up to you. I won't force you."
Ying Zijin paused for a moment: "Can't other doctors find out?"
"Yes." Sheng Qingtang sighed, feeling very worried and uncomfortable. "You said his family is not small, so why can't they cure his disease?"
Ying Zijin thought for a moment and asked, "Can he come to Shanghai?"
"Sure, sure." Sheng Qingtang was pleasantly surprised. "I'll call him right now. Little doctor, I can deliver anything you want."
"We'll see when the time comes." Ying Zijin kept pointing out the topic with his hands, and said lightly, "I also look at fate when I treat people."
"By the way, little doctor, there is an international calligraphy and painting exhibition. I sent the calligraphy you wrote for me to the exhibition." Sheng Qingtang added, "Winning first place is definitely worth it."
Hearing this, Ying Zijin became slightly interested: "Is there money or delicious food?"
Sheng Qingtang was stunned for a long while before he said, "It seems that there is none, but little genius doctor, your fame will surely grow greatly!"
Then, he was hung up on coldly.
“…”
——
In addition to high schools, the news of ISC's event gradually spread on the Internet.
There are many international competitions, especially in sports.
But this is the first academic competition of such a large scale.
China has a total of six direct entry spots to the international competition.
There is one from Qingzhi Middle School, two from the Affiliated Middle School of Teito University, and the remaining three are from the other three high schools.
Once the six candidates are confirmed, they will be announced directly on the official website of China Science.
Many people who follow isc went to watch it, and after watching it, they returned to Weibo to discuss it excitedly.
[These six people can directly enter the international competition. Should they represent China in the competition? 】
[I searched one of them and found that he is really amazing. He is only 17 years old and has won many awards. Heroes emerge from young. 】
[No, no, no, not all of them are amazing. I have impressions of the other five. One of them won three gold medals, i, ioi, and icho. One has already obtained the qualification for admission to the second-ranked university in the world. The other three have also won many major awards. But who is Ying Zijin? Have you won any academic awards? Why can it be put together with their names? 】
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