The man seemed convinced that he was poisoned, and beyond saving.
His gaze toward Lu Wu was filled with hatred, yet he hesitated to approach her for some reason.
That desperate and lifeless face left Lu Wu speechless.
!!
Brother, no way.
Is it really that exaggerated?
She had heard that the cultivators here were very careful and cautious, but surely they wouldn't overthink things just because of the slightest disturbance.
The sight of a pork knuckle made him imagine it to be a deadly poison. As he watched the man wriggle his body, find a shady spot, and lie down to await his death, Lu Wu's body grew cold.
After witnessing the man's performance, the others, despite being attracted by the aroma of the meat, completely lost their desire to buy it and instead became even more wary of Lu Wu's presence.
It seems like she can't sell her braised pork knuckle.
Lu Wu was utterly bewildered. She suddenly missed the enthusiastic diners who surrounded her on Yanliu Street.
Waaaaah, my family, where are you?!
No battle broke out here.
In their view, one should not easily provoke someone who can spread deadly poison silently unless one is absolutely certain of success.
"My pork knuckle isn't poisoned."
Lu Wu offered a weak explanation, but unfortunately, no one believed her.
My stomach.
In the shade, the man clutched his rumbling stomach, thinking it was the poison acting up, and his face grew increasingly pale.
He curled up, his back to everyone.
That desolate figure gave everyone present a piece of advice.
The wind howls, the Yi River is cold; the brave warrior departs, never to return.
Brother, rest in peace!
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