Xiao Yicai gazed curiously toward the shadow. He waited for several breaths, but no one came out. He could only faintly hear the sound of someone chewing. Thinking of the description of Big Bamboo Peak's youngest disciple in the intelligence reports, Xiao Yicai's mouth twitched twice.
The Ghost King waited a while too. When Little Fatty still didn't show himself, he felt rather helpless.
Just as the others were growing disappointed, a startled "Ah!" rang out, and they saw a fist-sized fruit roll out of the shadow, rumbling along the ground.
Then they saw a little fatty run out of the shadow with two oil-paper packages in his arms. He bent down to chase after the rolling fruit.
As he chased it, he kept crying, "Ah! Ah!" It wasn't because he couldn't catch the fruit. Rather, whenever he bent over, things kept tumbling out of the oil-paper packages in his arms.
Seeing this, He Dazhi turned his head away, as if to show that he didn't know that foolish fatty.
Zhang Xiaofan could only stare anxiously. He couldn't leave He Dazhi's side. With him standing beside He Dazhi, the Ghost King would be somewhat wary. If he left and exposed an opening, the Ghost King would likely launch a sudden attack on He Dazhi!
Zhang Xiaofan nudged Tian Linger beside him, signaling for her to go help Little Junior Brother.
Tian Linger was, of course, unwilling. She was enjoying the show Little Fatty was putting on. Why should she help him?
Zhang Xiaofan gestured toward the Ghost King, then glanced at He Dazhi.
Tian Linger immediately understood, but she still wasn't very willing to help that embarrassing fool of a fatty.
While they were fussing over this, the fruit rolled right up to Xiao Yicai, who was still kneeling on