When they saw the man fall to the ground, his body twitching and black blood being spat out from his mouth, his lips and face turning black and purple, the people around him exclaimed in surprise.
"Ah! He killed someone! He killed someone…"
The people at the stalls exclaimed and stepped back. When the seven or eight people saw their oldest brother lying on the ground vomiting black blood, their faces paled.
The two braver ones stepped forward to help him up: "Elder Brother, Elder Brother!" They rummaged through the clothing on his body and shouted: "Where is the antidote? Where is the antidote? Where is it?"
"No, there is no antidote… ahem, help, help me take revenge…" He said, taking his last breath and died with his eyes wide open.
"Eldest Brother!"
