Chapter 988

“I don’t have time to explain now. Stay here and don’t leave,” he instructed.

As Bruce moved to exit the room, something caught his eye. He halted, his hand still on the doorknob,

and turned back to face Millie.

Leading her to the center of the room, he gestured to a black flowerpot on a shelf. Above it hung a sun

lamp, illuminating a strange green and black plant, brimming with thick juice.

Millie’s curiosity was piqued; she had never seen such a plant before.

As she reached out to touch it, Bruce’s hand shot out, stopping her.

“Don’t touch it,” he warned, his voice filled with urgency. “It’s not an ordinary plant. It’s highly

poisonous.”

Highly poisonous! The notion that a plant could be highly toxic occupied Millie’s thoughts.

It was the Bloody Herb.

When Bruce had departed Raven Island, he had taken a seedling of the Bloody Herb with him. To keep

it alive, he had put forth tremendous effort.

The room’s temperature, humidity, and air composition had to remain constant. Even a minor alteration

in these conditions could cause the Bloody Herb to wither.

This room was considered off-limits in this place.

The blade that had wounded Marcus had been coated with its juice.

The sole purpose of this room was to cultivate this unique plant.

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Millie had never encountered a plant that could exude such a vibrant shade of green.

Upon surveying the room, Millie discerned that it was exceedingly cold and damp, and all the windows

were firmly sealed with planks, allowing no trace of the outside world to penetrate.

“I can’t even touch it?”

Millie questioned Bruce’s claim. How could such a small plant possess such potent poison?

Bruce scratched his head, as if looking for a way to convince Millie of the plant’s deadly nature.

He reached for a white mouse nearby, picked up scissors, and snipped off a leaf from the Bloody Herb.

After he rubbed the leaf against the mouse’s skin, a horrifying sight unfolded. The body of the white

mouse immediately turned black, its skin festering.

In less than a minute, the white mouse was dead.

Millie wrapped her arms around herself, terror flashing in her eyes.

The leaf had merely grazed the mouse, and it had succumbed so quickly. This plant was indeed highly

poisonous; even a slight touch could prove fatal.

“Don’t touch it. Wait here for me to return,” Bruce instructed, his voice firm.

After he had gone, Millie found the room unbearably cold.