After that, he bled from all seven orifices and died.
Someone else saw Dan Country's genius Zhang Xun streaking across the sky above the Valley Plain, and over that land which was already nothing but wasteland, he shouted aloud—"Recklessly refining Human Pills, I deserve to die!"
He turned his hand and killed himself; body and soul were both annihilated.
What was fake? What Human Pill?
Zhang Jing was a piece of trash; how he died didn't matter. Zhang Xun might have been a genius, but a dead genius is no genius, and he did not matter either. What mattered was that those with intent wanted the message to be conveyed through them, and that it reached those who ought to know.
Some things cannot bear investigation!
If no one doubts, it is still fine; once suspicion arises, drafts are found everywhere.
