Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability

Chapter 3339: Chapter 3339: What Should We Do? What Should We Do?

“You two, go and bring the Wood Poison Master over.”

He turned to instruct the two subordinates behind him. After taking a look at the companions arranged to stand at a distance, they left.

Fortunately, at that time, they thought since the team leader hadn’t instructed them, they didn’t dare to move. Otherwise, they would have been sent over there to stand under the sun. Even if they weren’t poisoned, just being exposed to the sun would be uncomfortable.

The team leader watched the subordinates leave, then turned to look at those standing on the other side, hoping nothing would happen.

Unfortunately, his hopes were not destined to come true.

Before the so-called Wood Poison Master arrived, a few of the Evil Cultivators over there had already started to lose their vision, “My eyes, I can’t see!”

Someone cried out in panic, shouting as they reached out to grope for the person beside them.

The others weren’t much better off. They had all come into contact with the same people on the ground, and their cultivation levels were similar, so naturally, the poisoning time was about the same.

The group cried out, their faces full of panic and helplessness.

This scene was witnessed by the team leader, and his heart sank, mentally shouting that it was over.

Those people made up half of his team. Just like that, they were gone. How could his heart not be heavy? He could only secretly hope that when the Wood Poison Master arrived, he could administer the antidote to them.

But…

He looked at those Evil Cultivators on the ground. In their current state, their bones were probably all dislocated. Even if they were detoxified, what good would it do?

Soon, those who had been crying out began to lie on the ground like the previous Evil Cultivators.

The team leader’s heart sank further. He closed his fear-filled eyes momentarily, turned directly to the street entrance, hoping the Wood Poison Master would arrive soon. Otherwise, these subordinates of his would be ruined.

“Team leader, what should we do now? Will they also…”

“Shut up!”

The Evil Cultivator beside the team leader frantically tried to say something but was stopped by him.

How was he supposed to know what to do? Those people were his subordinates, but he wasn’t a pharmacist. He couldn’t give them an antidote, could he?

If he had that ability, would he need to be a team leader? He could just become a favored person by the master’s side like the Wood Poison Master.

Unfortunately, he didn’t have that ability.

The subordinate was silenced but couldn’t help casting a terrified glance toward the companions still writhing on the ground in the distance, feeling more alarmed as he looked, as if a piece of flesh was gouged out from his heart.

It wasn’t that he was particularly worried about his companions, but he was thinking about themselves.

They were the ones who discovered these people. It’s self-evident that they’d be the ones cleaning up afterward.

But how to handle it? These people weren’t dead; they’d eventually have to be carried back to be settled. Otherwise, if the other Evil Cultivators found out they treated these people like corpses, what kind of impact would it have?

Not to mention them, even the master wouldn’t allow such a thing to happen.

“What to do, what to do?”

The subordinates looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

Soon, the Evil Cultivator who had been sent out returned with the Wood Poison Master hurriedly. The Wood Poison Master’s face clearly showed displeasure, as if he didn’t want to be disturbed because of a few Evil Cultivators.

But he had been instructed by the master earlier that any incident related to poison must be investigated.