Although he had won the first round, Shi San Xiang's heart sank even more.
...Something felt amiss.
If one had said that Fu Fu deliberately threw the game, that unsettling smile on Their face caused Shi San Xiang great unease.
Was it because by winning, Shi San Xiang allowed Fu Fu to reap greater benefits?
Or had They found some clue in his choice?
Being in the same room as Fu Fu, Shi San Xiang felt an increasing sense of anxiety and fear.
...He was not typically the kind of person whose heart wouldn't stay still.
Just by sensing Fu Fu's presence around him, Shi San Xiang could faintly detect that uniquely distinctive scent. But if they were in the cellar of the tavern that would be one thing, yet here there was only stone, and both he and Fu Fu were merely vague illusions. There shouldn't be any scent at all; theoretically, he couldn't possibly smell it.
