Chapter 282: Falling Luck

Ah Bao admired his handmade creation. “Looks good.”

The evil spirit was furious. What kind of aesthetic was this? Was this supposed to be ‘good-looking’? It was a mess, and it hurt so much.

Ah Bao clapped his hands. “Time to play ball, feather ball, so much fun!”

The evil spirit thought something was off.

Ah Bao pointed decisively. “Go, play with Ninth Brother and the little fatty.”

evil spirit: ?

Damn it, he didn’t want to play with two kids!

But when he saw Ah Bao, the evil spirit gritted his teeth and thought, fine! I’ll endure!

It’s just playing with two little troublemakers. He’s a big evil spirit; how could he be afraid of these kids? He just needed to get it over with and get out of here quickly.

Ah Bao had already taught Di Rongjing and Rong Yimeng how to play ball. Kids learn fast and pick things up right away.

The evil spirit was turned into a ball, getting smacked back and forth by the iron plates.

Every hit made him howl in pain.

Especially when he hit the iron plates—it was excruciating!

[Is this called pain? Think of the dead commoners, haha.]

Di Chenyu glanced at Ah Bao. The little girl was taking revenge for the deceased people of Lingnan.

And also for the gods and statues behind them.

“Little sister, help me, little sister!” From afar, the Eldest Prince’s voice could be heard.

Ah Bao pointed to the weak Di Zian behind him. “Oh, what’s wrong with Seventh Brother?”

“Don’t mention it. Seventh Brother went to see many people infected with the plague, and now he’s in this state. It seems like he’s hanging by a thread, almost done for.” The Eldest Prince was anxious, worried both about Di Zian’s health and the possibility of being held accountable by the tyrant.

He had gone to see the plague-stricken people with Di Zian, and if Di Zian died while he returned unharmed, he would be finished!

Di Zian’s face was pale, his whole body trembling, even his lips were as white as frost.

[Seventh Brother must have transferred his life force to the plague victims. He transferred too much, and now his body can’t handle it.]

[Calculating the timing, Seventh Brother’s fortune is about to return. Using up all the good luck before it comes back is quite timely and perfect.]

“Don’t worry, Seventh Brother. Ah Bao has a way to save you.”

Ah Bao patted his little chest.

Di Zian was so moved he almost cried. “My little sister, sob sob sob… Brother doesn’t have the strength to hold you now. Brother is about to collapse.”

“Okay, I said you can do it. You definitely can.” Ah Bao smiled happily, showing his little milk teeth.

Ah Bao told Di Zian to switch places with Di Rongjing.

“Seventh Brother, play a bit, warm up, and you’ll get better.”

Di Zian’s eyes widened. “No, I’m almost out of breath, and you want me to play ball?”

Ah Bao raised his arm, clenched his fist, and cheered for Di Zian. “Go on, try it out.”

The moment Di Zian gripped the iron plate, he felt a difference in his body.

He and Rong Yimeng started playing ball, and surprisingly, the more they played, the stronger he felt.

It was as if the strength was being transferred from the chicken feather ball to him.

[The evil spirit absorbed Seventh Brother’s fortune. Each time Seventh Brother hit the evil spirit, it lost fortune. This way, Seventh Brother’s fortune will return.]

[Although Seventh Brother has bad luck attached to him, only his body can withstand it and prevent it from passing to others.]

[The evil spirit is different. During this time, anyone who comes into contact with it will suffer misfortune.]

[For anyone alive, fortune is essential. Most people have ordinary fortune. Without it, they are like walking corpses.]

Di Zian became more energetic as he played. “Rong Yimeng, keep playing, faster!”

Rong Yimeng was exhausted.

“Big Brother, you take over.”

The Eldest Prince’s arms and legs ached.

“Sixth Brother, you come.”

Di Chenyu was stunned.

Only Di Zian, the more he played, the higher he bounced, and the happier he seemed, as if the lively Seventh Prince had returned!

So what if he was unlucky?

He was used to it!

Except for him, anyone else would be overwhelmed by this misfortune. Only he could handle it—truly proud, hahaha.

“Stop, stop!” The evil spirit was so enraged he was about to explode. He couldn’t take it anymore and decided to quit.

To hell with it—whoever can endure can endure; he wouldn’t.

“A bunch of crude mortals, daring to show off in front of me and even hit me? You’re truly tired of living!” The evil spirit was infuriated.

‘Bang!’

Ah Bao threw a brick at him. “Told you to stop, told you to behave.”

The evil spirit was beaten without the chance to fight back. The little girl had an aura of golden light—so much merit??

Damn it!

The golden light nearly blinded the evil spirit’s titanium alloy eyes. “Don’t come closer, you, you, you better not come closer! If you do, we’ll both perish together. I’m telling you, I’m not afraid of you!”

Ah Bao put her hands on her hips, forgetting about the peanuts. “Let’s destroy it together.”

“Huh?”

“You and your dead things, together.”

The evil spirit: ?

Was this little girl talking about herself?

“I’ll tell you, this is my territory.”

Ah Bao’s face turned cold. “Yours?”

The evil spirit felt a surge of fear but still lifted his chin. “Even the statues of gods have to listen to me. Today, I’ll let you see and scare you to death!”

A little baby, what does she know!

As the evil spirit cast his spell, the surrounding evil energy spread.

He intentionally controlled this malevolent energy to avoid Ah Bao and attack Di Chenyu and the others.

Ah Bao watched with innocent eyes as if enjoying a show.

Di Chenyu and the others, unusually unmoving, found that as the evil energy approached them, it was instantly repelled by the golden light on their bodies.

The evil spirit was dumbfounded. “Is that… divine protection?”

[Idiot! The Di family’s merit protects them. You think you can harm my brothers? Dream on.]

“You… it’s you!” The evil spirit suddenly realized. He should have figured it out earlier. He had recognized this girl’s unusual spiritual energy in Luo Zifeng’s dream and was now even more certain.

The evil spirit had lived long, wandering across realms, absorbing people’s mixed thoughts. As a result, they resided in the demon realm. Only high-level, powerful evil spirits would inhabit the human realm to grow stronger by feeding on human malice.

During his time in the human world, the evil spirit had heard quite a few things.

One of them was about someone who was said to be untouchable and unprovokable across all realms and paths.

Could that person be this little girl in front of him?

He recalled that over the years, “Liang Yan” seemed to be persistently protecting a small golden statue. Somehow, this little girl’s face looked familiar.

“You—”

“I’m here to settle accounts for my little follower,” Ah Bao lifted her chin defiantly, looking both fierce and cute.

“How dare you bully people.”

[No, it’s a deity; Liang Yan is a deity.]

“How dare you take advantage of the situation and bully my people while I’m not around. I’m going to beat you up!” Ah Bao grabbed a nearby frying pan and swung it at the evil spirit.

The surrounding evil energy trembled at this sight and quickly began to self-destruct.

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