"What? Fang Ming was bitten to death by a Fire Centipede?"
Jiang Ye pushed open the wooden hut's door and strode out. A perfectly timed look of "shock" appeared on his weathered face.
His brows drew together, and his eyes were full of disbelief, as if he'd heard some wild, unbelievable tale. Even the fingers tucked into his sleeves paused for an instant.
Of course, he'd only done it to make his expression more convincing.
"Alas..."
Lv Ming shook his head and let out a long sigh. His round face was full of regret.
He rubbed his hands together, sighed again, and then spoke:
"I warned Junior Brother Fang Ming before. Fire Centipedes aren't to be trifled with. They're vicious, highly venomous insects."
"But what about him? All he thought about day in and day out was Senior Sister Chen Lili. She'd completely bewitched him. How could he listen to anything?"
He sighed once more, his tone tinged with complicated emotion. "Who would've thought... He didn't even win her over, and ended up getting himself killed."
Jiang Ye said nothing. He only nodded with a "grave expression" and hurried with Lv Ming toward the Medicine Garden where the Flame Heart Fruits grew.
Along the way, Lv Ming kept rambling about all sorts of things Fang Ming used to do. Jiang Ye occasionally gave a brief response.
When the two reached the Flame Heart Fruit Medicine Garden, Elder Qin and Chen Lili were already there.
A corpse lay on the bare earth in the center of the garden. It was Fang Ming.
Morning light fell through the branches onto his twisted face, making the pustules look even more horrifying.
His death had been agonizing.
Unlike the usual victims of poison, whose bodies turned purple or black, his skin was an