"Pfft—!"
A mouthful of blood spewed from Tang San's mouth, splattering across the table and staining it red.
His body went limp, and he pitched forward, unconscious.
"Xiao San! Xiao San! What's wrong?!" Oscar and the others snapped out of it and rushed over in alarm.
Ma Hongjun was the quickest to react. He grabbed the cold tea from the table and splashed it straight into Tang San's face.
"Cough, cough... cough, cough..."
A moment later, the cold water jolted Tang San awake. He weakly opened his eyes, his face as pale as paper and his lips drained of color.
"Xiao San, how are you?" Dai Mubai asked anxiously.
Oscar hurriedly chanted a soul spell, made a Recovery Big Sausage, and held it to Tang San's lips. "Xiao San, eat this. Quickly."
Tang San took the Big Sausage with trembling hands and swallowed it in two bites. He closed his eyes and regulated his breathing for a while; only then did some color return to his face.
He slowly opened his eyes and stood up. His voice was hoarse as he said, "Let's go back."
Dai Mubai and the other two exchanged glances, nodded, and got to their feet.
But "fate" apparently wasn't ready to let them go just yet.
They had barely reached the tavern entrance when, by an uncanny coincidence, Zhao Linchuan and the others walked right past them again.
This time, Xiao Wu seemed tired from all the walking. She was practically hanging off Zhao Linchuan.
He had an arm around her waist and leaned down to whisper something in her ear, making her giggle.
Her smile was so radiant—and yet so blindingly painful to look at.
Tang San stopped dead. Watching Xiao Wu pressed close to Zhao Linchuan, seeing their backs as they leaned against each