"Spreading plagues using pills shaped like those from the Good Golden Cup Church, covering up the traces, and gaining influence through chaotic situations?"
Mentos speculated aloud.
Lann neither agreed nor disagreed, but inwardly he was around seventy percent certain.
The scent within these pills was exceedingly concealed, even the extraordinary senses of a Demon Hunter could only detect the unusual smell once the pill was crushed underfoot.
Hunters in Yan'an could sense through smell that Lann's blood was very singular, devoid of external injections.
But their keenness was limited to blood; beyond that, they weren't exceptional.
The cluttered room made the search quite troublesome, and Lann spent several hours rifling through households in the alley.
As expected, he found several more small triangular oil papers, each wrapping peculiar pills.
He collected samples one by one, only turning to leave once he confirmed there was nothing further to discover.
