With no choice, Xie Yuya groaned again, attracting Feng Zhijiu's attention.
"Ugh.. cough.. cough.." He put more effort and added another series of coughs with a bonus of a mouthful of blood.
'My wife, now you see that your husband is seriously injured, right? Quickly come and tend to my wound, ah.'
She woke up from her daze and her eyes widened when she saw the handsome man spit out a mouthful of blood. The blood is thick and black in color.
'Not good! He's poisoned!'
She quickly approached the man and when she arrived, she squatted in front of him and began to pat his face lightly, trying to wake him up.
"Young master, are you alright? Can you hear me? Young master?"
She got no response from the man. She looked at the large and small wounds all over his body, and the clothes were covered with blood. Some are dry, some are still wet. She bit her lower lips and said, "Sorry for the offense."
