Li Qingmu stared blankly at Qi Junji, who lay tragically dead on the ground, staggered a few steps until he leaned against the wall, and then stopped.
He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, then burst out laughing.
"Hahaha, Qi Junji, you fool! You were so easily used by others and died with your eyes open! Foolish, foolish! Cough cough cough..."
Li Qingmu roared hysterically, his anger so intense that it triggered his hidden ailment, causing him to cough violently.
He clutched his chest, leaned against the wall, his gaze fixated on the floor gradually stained red by the darkened blood, feeling a breath stuck in his chest, unable to calm down.
How clever a person he was? Before Qi Junji died, during his final moments, he had already guessed most of what he said.
Qi Junji's blood was tinged with black, which indicated that the dagger was poisoned.
