“I don’t have time to exin now. Stay here and don’t leave,” he instructed.


    As Bruce moved to exit the room, something caught his eye. He halted, his hand still on the doorknob,


    and turned back to face Millie.


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    Leading her to the center of the room, he gestured to a ck flowerpot on a shelf. Above it hung a sun


    lamp, illuminating a strange green and ck nt, brimming with thick juice.


    Millie’s curiosity was piqued; she had never seen such a nt before.


    As she reached out to touch it, Bruce’s hand shot out, stopping her.


    “Don’t touch it,” he warned, his voice filled with urgency. “It’s not an ordinary nt. It’s highly


    poisonous.”


    Highly poisonous! The notion that a nt could be highly toxic upied Millie’s thoughts.


    It was the Bloody Herb.


    When Bruce had departed Raven Ind, he had taken a seedling of the Bloody Herb with him. To keep


    it alive, he had put forth tremendous effort.


    The room’s temperature, humidity, and airposition had to remain constant. Even a minor alteration


    in these conditions could cause the Bloody Herb to wither.


    This room was considered off-limits in this ce.


    The de that had wounded Marcus had been coated with its juice.


    The sole purpose of this room was to cultivate this unique nt.


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    Millie had never encountered a nt that could exude such a vibrant shade of green.


    Upon surveying the room, Millie discerned that it was exceedingly cold and damp, and all the windows


    were firmly sealed with nks, allowing no trace of the outside world to prate.


    “I can’t even touch it?”


    Millie questioned Bruce’s im. How could such a small nt possess such potent poison?


    Bruce scratched his head, as if looking for a way to convince Millie of the nt’s deadly nature.


    He reached for a white mouse nearby, picked up scissors, and snipped off a leaf from the Bloody Herb.


    After he rubbed the leaf against the mouse’s skin, a horrifying sight unfolded. The body of the white


    mouse immediately turned ck, its skin festering.


    In less than a minute, the white mouse was dead.


    Millie wrapped her arms around herself, terror shing in her eyes.


    The leaf had merely grazed the mouse, and it had sumbed so quickly. This nt was indeed highly


    poisonous; even a slight touch could prove fatal.


    “Don’t touch it. Wait here for me to return,” Bruce instructed, his voice firm.


    After he had gone, Millie found the room unbearably cold.