866 It doesn't matter if I die alone

"It does seem to be the case," she glanced at him, feeling that these childish tricks weren't much to speak of, considering herself, a brilliant killer from modern times, superior in unlocking skills even to the ancient people. She would never admit that her third brother was smarter than her, at most they were neck and neck.

Grabbing a bowl, she poured some medicine into it, and with a pair of tweezers, placed a cloth towel stained with filth into the bowl.

He curiously watched her actions, "Wife, isn't this the poison I was given by you yesterday? How come it's preserved on the cloth towel?" His brow furrowed, "Wife, you didn't use this cloth towel to soak up my vomit, did you?" he said with certainty.

"What else?" she replied coldly, "I need to study what you ingested that made you vomit black blood so soon. I have to find a way to detoxify you."