The Angrier He Got, the More He Thought; the More He Thought, the Angrier He Got-His Poisonous Anger Attacked His Heart

"Don't! Don't!!"

The instant cold water splashed across his face, Tang San thrashed violently in his dream. Then he suddenly opened his eyes and sprang upright in bed.

He gasped for breath, his chest heaving, his eyes dazed and terrified.

It took a long while before he could make out what was around him. When he recognized Oscar and the others standing beside his bed, he finally let out a long breath and slumped in relief.

"Xiao Ao? It's you guys..." He raised a hand and wiped the water from his face. His voice was hoarse. "What are you doing here?"

Ma Hongjun folded his arms and leaned against the doorframe. "You kept talking in your sleep, and you were making so much noise that we came to check on you."

He tilted his head, studying Tang San. "Xiao San, are you all right? Did you have a nightmare?"

"I'm fine." Tang San sat up straight. "I've just been overtraining lately, and it's got my nerves on edge."

"I've got a sausage..." Oscar chanted his soul spell. A flash of light appeared in his hand, and a Recovery Big Sausage materialized in his palm.

He handed it to Tang San. "Xiao San, don't be so tense."

"The competition's about to start. Take a break from cultivation for the next few days and relax a little."

He thought for a moment, then suggested, "How about we go out and do some shopping tomorrow, just to unwind?"

"Sure." Tang San took the sausage and bit into it.

He also felt he'd been too tense. That Tang Sect might have been a coincidence, or perhaps it had been established by some Tang Sect traitor. It didn't necessarily have anything to do with him.

"After breakfast today, let's go explore Heaven Dou City and