If he had to do it all over again, Aoki would make the same choice. A bitter smile spread at the corner of his mouth, and then Aoki vomited out a few mouthfuls of black blood. His once bright eyes slowly dimmed, and his chest felt so tight that it ached. It seems that there is no escape this time. The witch did not lie. There is really no cure for this poison. Aoki wiped away the blood with his hand and slowly slid down the corner. He was so tired, and every bone was screaming in pain. The passers-by turned a blind eye to Qingmu. Also, Qingmu looked haggard and his clothes were as tattered as a beggar. I'm afraid I just thought Aoki was a beggar who was seriously ill! Aoki held his head on the ground, not wanting to die here. He supported Aoki standing and walked towards the mountains in the distance.