Before Fang Che arrived, Feng Du had already chatted with the Poison Demon several times.
At last, Feng Du asked the most cruel question.
"Do you think you can still recover?"
Faced with this question, the Poison Demon fell silent, then slowly shook his head. "Recover? Third Brother, I'm already like this... If I still hoped to recover, wouldn't that make me a complete idiot? These days, even my dreams are about taking two steps and walking back and forth twice in my own courtyard. Even such dreams leave me bitterly dejected when I wake up. I shouldn't dream them! Waking up after such a dream hurts too much."
"Then how long until you die?" Feng Du asked.
"Die... that's difficult too." The Poison Demon said indifferently, "I can no longer control whether I die, and I don't want to die either. Unless you leave me here for over two months without anyone bringing me food. Then I might starve to death. But even that isn't certain. My Spiritual Power is still there; by circulating my cultivation every day, I can still draw spiritual water from the air and drink it myself..."
"It seems dying is difficult too. As long as I don't want to die, it's hard to die."
The Poison Demon gave a bitter smile.
"Do you want me to help you?" When Feng Du asked this, his tone carried a hint of self-sacrifice.
"No!"
The Poison Demon hurriedly shook his head. "Third Brother, I know you mean well, and I know even better how miserable you'd feel after helping me find release. But your brother is like this now... Even if I can't move, I still don't want to die."
Then the Poison Demon made another request. "Third Brother, I'm like this now and can't meet anyone.