Chapter 623
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He hugged his stomach and vomited, but nothing came out. After a bout of dry heaving, he suddenly felt countless ants and insects crawling up his throat. It was as if countless insect legs were scratching his throat, itching unbearably.
"Cough! Cough! Cough! "
He could not help but cough.
Under the violent coughing, he felt a burning pain in his chest. Moreover, the itch in his throat did not subside. Instead, it became more and more unbearable, making him want to scratch.
"You, what did you do to me?" Richelieu gasped for breath and raised his red face to look at Dudian. But he saw that the boy was staring at him with a chilling gaze.
"I didn't do anything. I just let you eat something delicious." Dean quietly looked at him, his tone was extremely flat.
Richelieu's face changed. He was incomparably angry. He gritted his teeth and said, "Why are you doing this to me? Didn't you say that you completely trust me? I didn't betray you!"
"I also hope that I can completely trust you. Unfortunately, you have disappointed me." Dudian indifferently said: "You should have told me about the matter regarding the proctor. You should have waited until I brought you out. Otherwise, it would be tantamount to forcing me to solve them. Today I hope you can remember that any trouble you create for me will not give you a chance to escape."
Richelieu's face turned ugly. "I didn't mean that. It was just that the situation was urgent and I didn't think about it. Moreover, you didn't ask, I …"
Dean waved his hand. "There is no need to explain. Whether you have such thoughts or not, this time is a warning to you. If you try to play tricks in the future, this punishment will last for the whole day!"
Richelieu was angry. His fingers slightly clenched and then slowly loosened. He suppressed the anger in his heart and was about to speak, but the strange itch in his throat was getting stronger and stronger. His lips could not help but tremble. With a low growl, he raised his hand and grabbed his throat, pressing his Adam's apple against his neck bone. The pressure and friction made the strange itch momentarily relieved. However, after a few seconds, the intense itch returned again, and it felt like it was spreading to his palm.
He hurriedly let go of his hand. He was so itchy that he couldn't help but twist his head. Although his posture looked extremely strange, and with his previous image and dignity, he definitely wouldn't do such a self-destructive action, he couldn't care less at this moment.
However, just twisting his neck could not completely suppress this strange itch. He could not help but raise his palm and pinch his throat again. He even had the urge to stab his fingers into his throat.
"Ah, ah!" He growled, breathing heavily.
"The effect of this thing seems to be better than I expected. It seems that the radiation here is not completely useless." Dean looked at his unbearable appearance. He was both surprised and satisfied. He thought that he would have to inject a few more times to make him feel addicted. He didn't expect that just the first use would have such a great effect. All of this was obviously due to the soil of this era. The mulberry leaves and other addictive plant characteristics were much stronger than those of the old era.
"Ah, ah, ah …" Richelieu desperately lowered his head and pressed his throat. He made a strange low growling sound. His wrinkled face was red and sweating profusely.
Dudian looked at the wall clock and quietly looked at the time.
After a quarter of an hour, Richelieu finally couldn't bear it anymore. He panted and begged Dean: "Give me the antidote, please, I, I really didn't betray you, I really didn't …"
Dean looked at his pleading eyes. There was a trace of emotion in his heart. Even someone as strong as Richelieu couldn't resist this small plant. After a moment of silence, he slowly took out a small metal bottle from his pocket and said, "This is the antidote. Find a piece of paper, roll it up, and light the paper with fire. Inhale the burning smoke, and you will be able to relieve the itch."
Richelieu's reddened eyes looked at the small metal bottle in Dean's hand. He couldn't wait to snatch it. After hearing Dean's words, he didn't have any other thoughts. He immediately looked around and found a pile of books on the desk. He quickly rushed to the desk and grabbed one of the books that he had seen before. He opened the book and pulled out a few pages.
Because he was too anxious, his trembling hands accidentally tore the paper into pieces.
He was so anxious that he was sweating profusely. He pulled out two more pages and returned to Dean. He gasped: "Antidote!"
Dean threw the metal bottle to him.
Richelieu quickly took it and hurriedly opened the bottle. He poured out the contents of the bottle. It was a dark gray thing. It looked like smoked grass or ashes. He gasped as he poured these things on the paper. He quickly rolled it up according to Dean's instructions. After rolling it up, he suddenly thought of the lack of flame. He hurriedly looked around but didn't see the flint or the match that had recently replaced the flint.
The flame lit up. Dean lit a match and handed it to him. He indifferently said: "I hope you can remember this lesson."
Seeing the glimmer of the match, Richelieu had an excited feeling as if he had seen the dawn in the darkness. He even felt a trace of gratitude towards Dean. He completely ignored Dean's words and quickly handed the rolled paper to the match. He watched the match ignite the paper. The flame slowly burned along the pen-like paper. He had a feeling that he was about to be embraced by the light.
Smoke floated from the roll of paper. He thought of Dean's words and tried to bite his own roll of paper and gently sucked it.
A thick smoke was suddenly inhaled into his lungs. His tears almost flowed out. It was followed by a strong nausea and a violent cough. He coughed hard while patting his chest. He suddenly found that the strange itch on his throat had gradually disappeared. It was no longer so painful.
"It seems that there is really an antidote." He secretly heaved a sigh of relief in his heart. To prevent the detoxification from not being thorough enough, he took another breath. Once again, he choked and tears flowed out of his eyes. His chest felt like it was burning, but this burning pain was like heaven compared to the unbearable itch from before. Moreover, he slowly felt that his body was somewhat relaxed and became light as a feather.
"Don't swallow it all. Use your throat to suck it and then spit it out." Dean instructed.
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