They say it never rains but it pours. Just ask Qie Xieling right now and he would tell you in detail. While he was dealing with a queasy stomach with a face as pale as a sheet of paper, the ground suddenly shook making them lose their footing.
He had just been splashed in the face with rotten blood and now he was been shaken like he was in a tumble drier. Better yet he was shaken like a cocktail in a cocktail shaker.
The earthquake-like tremors came to a sudden stop allowing Shao Lan to finish up the rest of the undead.
If Qie Xieling was dry heaving before now he was throwing up for real. Dai Yu pat his back as Machu brought over some medicine. They tended to the poor bunny till some colour returned to his face. It was only after they were certain that his condition had improved did they finally address the elephant in the room.
