"You had this coming..."
Ye Ritian kicked Tang San's unconscious body disdainfully. "Over the years, anyone who hurt that rabbit was basically secretly wiped out by you. Today, you'll learn what the despair of someone on the brink of death feels like."
After one last look at Tang San and Xiao Wu, who was about to wake up, Ye Ritian curled his lips into a smile and slipped out of the alley beneath the cover of night.
There would be plenty of time in the days ahead...
Dazed, Xiao Wu slowly opened her eyes. She seemed to have heard Tang San's miserable screams. Looking at the pitch-black sky overhead and the unfamiliar surroundings, she wondered why she was here. Countless questions swirled through her mind...
"Hiss, hiss, hiss—"
Xiao Wu bared her teeth in pain. The injuries from Shi Mo and Shi Mo's turtle shell attack had yet to heal, and now she was completely confused as well...
Then, Xiao Wu noticed Tang San lying in a pool of blood. She rubbed her eyes in disbelief and stared at him, unable to rise, his back covered in blood.
"Brother!"
Xiao Wu could no longer suppress her emotions. She hurried forward and lifted Tang San into her arms, completely disregarding her own unhealed injuries.
"Brother, what happened to you? Don't scare Xiao Wu. Xiao Wu can't live without you."
Xiao Wu's tears streamed down without stop, like pearls from a broken string.
Meanwhile, Ye Ritian returned to the inn, removed his black robe, and stored it in his storage ring Soul Tool.
Also stored away with it were Tang San's Eight Spider Spears. Ye Hao took out one spider spear alone—the very one Ye Hao had cut off at the beginning.
Ye Hao pushed open his room door and hurried down