He frowned and pulled out the Poison Needle. Standing to the side, he watched the domestic pig convulse, and soon, it began foaming at the mouth... It clearly wasn't going to survive.
Qin Fang frowned. 'Did I inject too much poison? Shouldn't I have squeezed it like that?'
Watching the domestic pig twitch on the ground, foam pouring from its mouth, Qin Fang's expression darkened.
After a moment's thought, he walked over and pinned down the piglet.
The piglet's squeals were even more ear-piercing, but if the big pig couldn't escape Qin Fang's grasp, what chance did this little one have?
Once it was pinned, Qin Fang carefully pricked its rear. He barely broke the skin before immediately pulling the needle out.
He released the piglet, and it bolted.
But just like before, after only two or three seconds, the piglet's limbs went rigid, and it collapsed to the ground.
...It suffered the same fate as the larger pig, convulsing and foaming at the mouth.
Qin Fang stared, dumbfounded.
