In an instant, a wave of unbearable itch swept over Fu Tingfang. She no longer cared about appearances and began scratching furiously.
In the blink of an eye, her fair, tender face was scored with bloody marks by her own nails, and she had completely lost the ability to resist.
Zhao Ya's eyes lit up. He was about to step forward and finish her off.
But just then, Ma Ling and Diao Ruhai arrived and frantically pinned Fu Tingfang's hands down.
"Third Miss, stop scratching! You'll ruin your face!"
"It itches! It itches so much I could die! Aaaaaah!"
"Where's your antidote pill? Where is it?"
Amid the commotion, Zhao Ya sighed inwardly, knowing he'd lost his chance to finish her off.
But everyone from Green Bamboo Ridge was focused on Fu Tingfang. This was the perfect chance to escape.
He gave the others a meaningful look, then turned and plunged into the woods.
They understood at once and followed close behind.
Tan Dong in particular, despite his lackluster strength, was surprisingly quick on his feet. He stayed right on Zhao Ya's heels, afraid he'd lose track of him.
They ran for more than an hour, and Zhao Ya only stopped once the shouts behind them had faded completely.
The others were all panting. A few had barely stopped before collapsing to the ground with a thud, too exhausted even to stand.
Meng Lei wasn't doing much better.
Losing an arm had already taken a heavy toll on him. After such a long trek, his face had turned an unnatural red; only his sturdy constitution kept him going.
Just then, Luo Feng suddenly cried out.
"Uncle, what's wrong?"
Everyone hurried over. Zhao Ya looked and saw Luo Qiang lying on the ground, yellow fluid seeping from his blinded eye. The