Hunter Doujin - Rainy Day Secret

The afterglow of the setting sun was finally replaced by moonlight, but still no one came.

The coolness in the air invaded Volta's skin little by little through the thin fabric, and her perception slowly recovered.

She sat up, rubbed her stiff neck, and walked towards the door.

Through the cracks in the old door panel, Volta carefully looked at the outside world.Under the sparse starlight, dots of different sizes are sparsely arranged, and some farther away from her are emitting faint light.A house, she thought.

But the light is not as bright as a light, but more like... what is it like?She thought about it, looking for something that matched it in her memory.

Volta reached out to open the door, but was stabbed by something on the battered doorknob.

"Hiss..." She withdrew her hand abruptly.By the moonlight, she squinted her eyes and looked at the tingling right index finger, but she didn't see the wound.When she was about to open the door again, someone grabbed her right hand.She slammed into the door panel in fright.

Someone quickly covered her mouth. "Don't call, it's me." She heard someone say, and the man's hand was put down.

"Xiao Yi?" She turned around and asked in a low voice.

"Hmm." The other party replied.

She noticed that he lowered his head, because the hair that smelled of the cool night lightly brushed her cheek.

Something warm covered the tingling part of her right hand, and a suction followed.

"Toxic." After a while, she heard him say. "I sprinkled an insect repellant powder where you were lying before. It's gone."

"Are there a lot of bugs in this place?" she asked.

"Ah, there are quite a few poisonous ones." He led her to the place where she was lying just now, and asked her to sit there.

She moved in to let him also enter the circle.

"Well, these bugs don't affect me at all." Sometimes, caring is confusing, and she even forgets that he has been trained in poison since he was a child.

Yiermi pulled out a ball-tipped needle that had just been thrown to the ground, and about 3 cm away from the needle tip was a very small scorpion.

Volta leaned forward to observe the scorpion, but he took the needle a little farther away, and used another needle to pierce the junction of the scorpion's tail and leg, and quickly picked out a very thin thread , and then handed her the needle with the scorpion in it.

Volta took the needle and looked at the guy on it carefully.

She heard him say next to him: "The Norvia killer scorpion, produced in Norvia, was named Saint Buluotuo in ancient times, so it is also called the Saint Buluotuo scorpion. The adult scorpion is 3-7cm, and the female scorpion is larger. The attack speed Fast, ferocious, and highly toxic. The poisonous stinger stimulates pain nerves and blocks nerves in specific parts, causing unbearable pain to animals, followed by fever, coma, and convulsions, and then paralysis and death. In "Top Ten Poison Kings in the World" Ranked fifth."

Volta moved his right index finger quietly, but this did not escape the eyes of the person opposite, "Sucking out the venom immediately after being bitten will not have much impact. If there is still venom left, be bitten There will be a constant tingling where the sting is. If you pat the wound lightly," he squeezed Volta's right index finger lightly, "the pain will make you scream. And, the pain will spread through this small wound up to the entire arm, but you won't see any marks."

"Well, that means it's very powerful?" Volta asked.

"Hmm." The person opposite replied.

Volta thought of his recent experience and found it unbelievable, so he told the opposite person the time of this time.

The other party didn't show any surprise, but stared at him with the black pair, which had a faint positive color inside. "Compared to this, I want to say that we may be in a little trouble now."

The author has something to say: [Use another needle to pierce the junction of the scorpion's tail and leg, and quickly pick out a very dramatic thread...] Xiaoyi, you are a Japanese chef, right? Why is it so familiar...