His face suddenly turned black, and black blood flowed from his nose and mouth. His body twitched uncontrollably, and his tongue lolled out, unnaturally twisting to one side, like a hanging ghost.
Seeing this, the dying Zhang Yuan burst into laughter, laughing so hard he coughed violently, almost hacking up his liver and gallbladder.
He pointed at Chang Yuchun, "Brother Chang, Brother Chang, you couldn't neutralize the snake venom either? Look at you... look at you... you're even worse than me, your eyes are turning black."
"Hahaha, it's like the pot calling the kettle black!"
"Great! Having you accompany me on the Netherworld path, I would not be at a loss!"
Chang Yuchun shouted in panic, "Help! Help! Quick... call 120, send an ambulance, tell them to bring antivenom!"
Even a Divine Doctor resorted to calling 120.
Those who heard it couldn't help but find it absurd.
