The three inside the ice sphere finally stopped spinning. Their bodies went limp, and they sprawled on the ground, retching now and then.
No one knew how long had passed before Zhang Xiaofan slowly got to his feet. He checked on Little Fatty and saw that he had merely passed out. Carrying him to a relatively clean spot, he went to check on Du Bishu.
"I... retch! I'm fine! Retch!" Du Bishu didn't want his junior brother to see him in such a pathetic state. He hurriedly waved Zhang Xiaofan off, gesturing for him to look after Little Fatty. Then he struggled over to one side of the ice sphere, leaned against its icy wall, and tried to calm the churning in his stomach.
Seeing Du Bishu's face bruised black and blue and several lumps on his head, Zhang Xiaofan still couldn't tell how badly he was hurt elsewhere. But Du Bishu insisted that he leave him alone. After watching him for a while and confirming that he seemed to be all right, Zhang Xiaofan went over to Luo Yunji and kept watch over him.
No one knew how long it took—perhaps the time it took to burn a stick of incense, perhaps an hour, perhaps even longer—before Little Fatty finally stirred awake.
"So hungry!" Luo Yunji's first words after waking made Du Bishu, sitting nearby, roll his eyes in disdain. But the thought of food filled his nose with the strange stench of stomach acid. The vomit smeared on his clothes made his stomach, which had only just settled, threaten to churn again.
"Little Junior Brother!" Seeing Little Fatty wake, Zhang Xiaofan happily helped him sit up. "Are you feeling unwell anywhere?"
Luo Yunji shook his head. "So hungry!"
"Xiaofan, don't worry! If that fatty still wants to eat