Though Liao Ye's face had already begun turning purple, he still had a little strength left.
He shook off Fujimaru Ritsuka's support and backed away with all his might. Staggering, he sat down in the tunnel and leaned against the wall, coughing violently several times.
"Mr. Liao Ye?" Mash wanted to help him again, but Liao Ye stopped her with a wave of his hand.
"I—I, urgh— I..." Liao Ye waved one hand while hammering his chest with the other, yet after a long while, he still could not force out a single sentence.
No, he could not explain the reason like this at all.
Damn. What exactly was going on?
His head swam, while a scorching pain spread from his nose through his entire chest. Liao Ye struggled to inch himself toward the entrance of the dungeon and let out a heavy breath.
"You go save them first."
Without wasting any more words, Liao Ye knew what mattered most right now. He pulled out his long ge to use as support, but the enormous weapon was too long for the dungeon tunnels, so he converted it into spiritrons and clawed his way upright against the wall.
"...Go." Fujimaru Ritsuka hesitated for two seconds, but ultimately nodded. He led the others deeper into the dungeon, leaving Liao Ye behind alone.
Liao Ye took another two steps toward the entrance before sliding down the wall. His complexion improved slightly.
As for why this had happened, Liao Ye actually had... some idea.
Poison.
The air was filled with poison.
And what had Liao Ye died from?
Poison.
Zi Huai, known as the "Greatest Assassin of the Central Plains" and a subordinate of Liu Bang—Liao Ye had died at this man's hands. Moreover, Zi Huai had not used any especially violent method. He