"Yes! It hurts a lot!" No sooner had Wang Duo finished speaking than Zhang Qingyu cried out, clutching his face.
Hearing him yell in pain, I was extremely surprised. Could there be an error in the visions Wang Duo saw through the Art of Divivation? Could it be that what he saw wasn't this bellyband? That would be quite strange.
"Where does it hurt? Is it still the chest area?"
"My face hurts..."
Pfft, a plain "my face hurts" nearly made me burst into laughter. That response was completely off the mark. I meant to ask if he was still under the torment of the Strawman Curse, yet his answer was about a swollen face. Of course, I knew it hurt—Wang Duo had slapped him so satisfyingly, not feeling pain would be strange indeed.
"Alright, alright, everything is fine now. Let's all hurry and get some sleep," I said to everyone when I saw Zhang Qingyu seemed to be out of trouble. It appeared the issue had been resolved. Why stand around here in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?
