"But I don't have an antidote," Lu Tong looked at her, her voice had an almost imperceptible tremble, "and I can't make an antidote."
It was her own blood, her own poison, if she couldn't cure herself, how could she cure Lady Yun's poison?
Lady Yun glanced at her sideways, "What are you afraid of?" She said with a faint smile, "I was already close to death."
Lu Tong was taken aback,
Gradually, streaks of blood seeped from the corner of Lady Yun's lips, which she carelessly brushed away.
"After I die, Little Shiqi, remember to burn the medical books and notes in my room and bury them with me, okay? Just bury me together with the previous sixteen," she said.
"Those notes of the Poison Scripture are a waste to leave behind for the world. It's better for them to leave with me. Luomei Peak is vast, I'm afraid of being alone."
Lu Tong listened in a daze.
