The two had only just unsealed their acupoints and begun circulating their energy to heal when they accelerated the poison's onset. Blood now gushed from their mouths, and the poison had entered their vital organs. They were clearly not long for this world.
"Ah, why suffer like this? Why bother?" Jiang Hao sighed.
"Once you're dead, this poor Daoist will recite a passage from the Taishang Jiuku Jing for you. May you forever escape the suffering of the Three Evil Paths, ascend soon to the Eastern Ultimate Palace, break free from the cycle of life and death, and be reborn in the Eastern Land of Eternal Life and Ultimate Bliss."
Han Lichong looked at Jiang Hao and said irritably, "Aren't you a monk? Why are you calling yourself this poor Daoist now? So you're a fraud too."
"Hehehe, hahahaha... Frauds, they're all frauds. Why are there so many frauds in life? When I was young and first learned of desire, I fell for Yu Zhen, but she hurt me beyond measure. Later, I heard Feng Lun had abandoned you too. Feng Lun was a fraud as well. It made me even more miserable—miserable over your stupidity, heartbroken that people laughed at you and looked down on you. Later, you died in despair, dead at only twenty. I killed Feng Lun not just for myself, but for you as well. I wanted to kill that fraud Feng Lun—that hypocrite, that vile bastard. Yu Zhen, I hate you, I curse you, but I love you too!"
Han Lichong's words were somewhat muddled. His consciousness was apparently beginning to fail.
Pfft!
Overcome with emotion, Han Lichong spat out another mouthful of blood. Yet that made him a little clearer-headed. Turning toward Feng Lun, he gave a miserable smile. "Feng Lun, you definitely won't