This must have been the ultimate form of wearing a long face, right?
Along with everyone else, Fu Qian stared at the brother whose appearance had suddenly gone completely off the rails and silently offered his assessment.
As an ordinary person, he couldn't sense the changes inside the man's body.
But those completely counterintuitive features, so jumbled they nearly made you sick, seemed to indicate that the team member's sense of self had utterly collapsed.
Of course, the conclusion that they were sickening came mostly from observation.
Aside from the old Saint, the other two who were still awake had both gone rather pale within a few seconds.
"Urgh!"
The next moment, Ayou's expression eased a little, because he really did throw up.
Though he immediately relied on sheer willpower to keep the amount within reasonably polite limits.
But at the sight of that, Ess's expression visibly eased as well.
The human heart was truly a wondrous thing!
As far as Fu Qian was concerned, even if Ayou swallowed back everything he'd thrown up, it wouldn't stir the slightest emotion in him. But the subtle emotional feedback between those two gave him a profound sense of just how complicated human nature was.
"Have some water."
Unlike her earlier nasty manner, once Ess's expression had relaxed, there was no trace of mockery or sarcasm in her voice. Instead, she opened a canteen and offered it to him.
If Fu Qian wasn't mistaken, it was even her own canteen.
No wonder she'd developed such a nasty streak. She was quite the operator.
Catching the scene out of the corner of his eye, Fu Qian admired her for a moment, then couldn't be bothered to pay it any more attention.
At that moment, what interested him most was undoubtedly the first failure's condition.