Chapter 10 — The Marquis was wronged, I hid with my young master, and later overturned the capital to collect debt.

At that moment, the soldier who had just drunk the waterfall suddenly let out a pitiful cry. He clutched his stomach, fell to the ground, and kept rolling. His face, at a speed visible to the naked eye, turned purple. Everyone's face changed. The soldier in the army quickly stepped forward to take a look. But there's no way.

“It was some kind of water poison, I... I've never seen it before.”

I saw that the soldier was about to fail. Co Chieu stepped forward. She squatted down and opened his mouth to look. Look at his nails again.

"It's the poison of Soul Fragrance Grass."

It said calmly.

“The roots of Doan Than Thao grow right in the lagoon above the waterfall.”

"Its poison is colorless and tasteless. If it gets stained with blood, it will kill you."

Everyone took a deep breath of cold air. If everyone had just drank that water... The consequences are unimaginable. Ve Huan looked at Co Chieu.

“Can it be saved?”

Co Chieu nodded. He took out a few black fruits from the small leather bag beside him. Find some herbs, put them on a rock, and crush them. It stuffed the medicinal mixture into the soldier's mouth. Pry his teeth out again, forcing him to swallow. Having finished everything, it stood up.

“Can't die.”

“It's just going to be diarrhea for a few days.”

Having said that, it doesn't care anymore. As if just doing something... small and insignificant. Half an hour later, the soldier's face actually softened. Although still weak, his life was maintained. He looked at Co Chieu, his eyes filled with gratitude and shame. In the team, no one dares to look down on this child. At this time, they considered Co Chieu's words as holy orders. But in Ve Huan's heart, it became even heavier. An eight-year-old child not only recognizes miasma, but also recognizes the type of poison that even the soldiers in the army don't know about. This… is too unusual. Far beyond the category of "children in the mountains who mature early". This is a kind of inheritance of knowledge. A kind of inheritance... only deep-rooted families, or secret sects, can have it ingrained in their blood. In the afternoon, they discovered a trace in the forest. A campfire that hasn't completely gone out. Along with some chaotic footprints. Ve Huan's instincts made him immediately alert. He bent down and observed carefully.

“The footprints are very messy, there are at least seven or eight people.”

“Based on the temperature of the ashes, they left in less than an hour.”

He looked towards Co Chieu, wanting to hear its opinion. Co Chieu just took a look and came to a conclusion.

“Not hunters, not mountain campers.”

"Their footprints are unevenly shallow and deep, very panicky."

“They are running away.”

"Escape?" Ve Huan frowned, "Chased by what?"

Co Chieu pointed to a nearby tree, where there was an extremely deep scratch.

“Son Quan.”

Southern Cuong people call tigers the mountain king... Co Chieu explained. Ve Huan's face immediately became serious.

“Can you follow me?”

Co Chieu shook his head.

“It's almost dark.”

“The mountains and forests at night are its world.”

“What we need to do now is not to chase, but to escape.”

Having finished speaking, he raised his head and looked at the sky.

“Follow me, I know a safe place.”

It led the team off the original route. Go under a hidden cliff. There is a natural stone cave there. The cave entrance is very small, only enough for one person to get through. But the inside is unusually spacious. Enough for all of them to hide.

“Tonight, stay here.”

Co Chieu said.

“Anything No one is allowed to leave the cave.”

Its voice carried orders. This time, no one objected. Even Ve Huan chose to listen. Because everyone understands. In this forest full of unknown dangers. This eight year old child... was the only guarantee that they could survive. Outside the cave, an earth-shattering tiger roar sounded. That sound, as if it could crack the listener's liver and gallbladder. All the soldiers were so scared that their faces turned pale. They were secretly lucky, they listened to Co Chieu. Otherwise, at this time... I'm afraid it would have become food in that mountain king's stomach. Ve Huan sat at the cave entrance, looking at the dark night outside. Inside, it's even more unstable than the darkness. He turned his head and looked towards Co Chieu, who was curled up sleeping in the deepest part of the cave. In his arms, he still held the small dagger tightly. Ve Huan's eyes stopped on that knife. During the day, when Co Chieu finished using the knife and conveniently put it aside while treating the soldiers, he quietly picked it up and took a look. The knife sheath is just normal animal skin. But the hilt of the knife is wrapped with an extremely durable silk. The body of the knife is forged from hundreds of crystals. Blows hair off, extremely sharp. This is not something a child in the mountains can possess. The shape of this knife... is more similar... Similar to the type of self-defense short knife that noble children in the capital carry. A wild thought flashed in Ve Huan's head. Then he was immediately denied. Absolutely impossible. But the seed of doubt is once sown. The madness will take root and sprout in his heart.