Under their stares, Fugui's expression grew grave, his face heavy with worry!
If Ye Qianfan and Shen Lang hadn't been beside him, supporting him, he would probably have been scared out of his wits!
"Don't worry, Brother Fugui."
Ye Qianfan whispered into Fugui's ear, "Nothing will happen to you!"
"Exactly." Shen Lang added a snide remark from beside him. "That fool doesn't even realize they've abandoned him. He still thinks he's part of the Roving Exorcist Disciple's gang, but they're all pulling in different directions. They're never going to accomplish anything."
"Really?"
Only after hearing their reassurances did Fugui's expression ease a little.
Meanwhile...
The Roving Exorcist Disciple had begun reading out the votes!
"One vote for the spirit medium!"
"Me?" The spirit medium pointed at his own nose, utterly bewildered. "Why would anyone vote for me? Have you all gone mad?"
"Enough, quiet," the Roving Exorcist Disciple barked. "We agreed beforehand that whoever was chosen, it would be fate that none could defy, with no one to blame! Besides, I've only read out one vote. What are you making such a fuss for?"
"S-sorry, Brother Ma. I just don't understand," the spirit medium hurriedly explained. "I thought everyone should vote for that fatty. How could anyone vote for me? I just—"
"Enough! Shut up."
The Roving Exorcist Disciple couldn't be bothered to waste words on him and simply raised a hand to stop him from speaking further.
Then he quickly turned over another piece of firewood.
"One vote for the fatty!"
"Hahaha!"
Hearing that, the spirit medium immediately grew smug again. "I knew someone would vote for you, you fat bastard!"
"You've got a crippled leg, yet you're still alive, dragging everyone down. You should've died long ago!"
Smack!
Ye Qianfan scooped up a handful of yellow mud from