There was no response from inside. Undeterred, Xiao Zeyu pushed the door open, relieved to find it wasn't locked from the inside.
Entering the room, he found a man lying face down on the floor, surrounded by overturned plates and bowls. Bits of rice and vegetables were strewn about. The man was utterly motionless, leaving Xiao Zeyu uncertain whether he was alive or dead.
"Brother, are you okay?"
He nudged the man and called out loudly.
Receiving no response, Xiao Zeyu checked the man's wrist for a pulse. What he found was alarming: signs of poisoning. The poison coursing through the man's veins was unusually potent, reminiscent of the surging Yellow River.
This piqued Xiao Zeyu's curiosity. Who was this person, and who could have poisoned him so severely?
