Mu Yang was already extremely frustrated. What on earth was the attribute of that good friend at home? It was simply bad luck to the extreme! The whole morning, he had been unlucky to the point of vomiting blood.

But unfortunate events often do not happen only once or twice. In the afternoon, Mu Yang made the mistake of bringing the wrong documents to the meeting. The edited files were not saved properly and the entire office experienced a power outage, causing the computer to black out completely. Towards the end of the workday, he suddenly started having diarrhea and ended up going to the hospital directly.

Wang Yi couldn't help but feel a bit uneasy. "Mu Yang, tell me the truth. Have you been possessed by an evil spirit?"

Mo Yang had an IV of glucose and anti-diarrhea medicine attached to him. His voice was weak. He couldn't admit that he had been hit by evil spirits, or else Wang Yi, that big mouth, might blab something out.

Can you stop imagining useless things? It's just bad luck, that's all. Besides, I ate half a cockroach for lunch and not having diarrhea is the strange thing here.

Wang Yi pondered for a moment before nodding, "Well, that's true. But you've really had such terrible luck today. You should find some time to go to the temple and pray for a talisman of safety or something. I'm really afraid that you might get hit by a car when you go out."

Mu Yang glanced at Wang Yi with disdain, "Are you afraid that I will live too long? You actually cursed me."

"Not, not, it's just that I care about you, care leads to chaos, my words are incoherent."

"Alright, I don't have anything else to do either. You can leave, I'll go home after I finish the IV drip."

On his way home, Muyang encountered a strange person. He couldn't quite make out their appearance as it was dimly lit. A unfamiliar man stopped him and spoke some inexplicable words. Muyang found the whole situation baffling.

Just ask if you're scared or not, but Mu Yang feels more perplexed.

The man could be said to have followed Mu Yang all the way, neither too fast nor too slow. He could even hear the "clack clack" sound of his leather shoes hitting the ground, completely unafraid of being discovered. It seemed more like he wanted to attract Mu Yang's attention.

Underneath Mu Yang's house, a man quickened his pace and blocked Mu Yang's path.

"You have something with you."

This was the first sentence spoken by the man, so straightforward and without beating around the bush. But what did it mean?

"You have a good brother by your side, always following you from a distance. I wonder if you made some promises to it."

"You must be mistaken. Yesterday was the Ghost Festival. If you're trying to scare me, you should come up with something else. If there's nothing else, I'm going home."

"Am I mistaken, or do you know better than me? It's emitting green smoke from its head and exuding a foul smell all over. Aren't you curious about what kind of ghost it is?"

"Can you see?"

"Of course, but I'm stronger than you. Do you want to be friends with me?"

"Just tell me what kind of person he is, I don't care about anything else."

"Oh really? He's just a poor unfortunate soul, but he's been plagued by bad luck at a later stage. It's difficult to dispel it relying on you alone. Here's my card. If you regret it later, you can find me. I can help you get rid of the bad luck."

"Get rid of the dampness?"

"Don't you think you're having a really unlucky day?"

"You're following me."

"I'm not that free, keep my business card, maybe you'll need me."

The man walked away gracefully, leaving Mu Yang with only a straight back. Mu Yang couldn't see the man's appearance clearly, but she could tell that he had distinct features and looked very handsome. He was tall, with long legs, and had a pleasant voice.

Mu Yang felt like he was overthinking, so he glanced at the business card and put it away in his bag.

Returning home, Mu Yang did not see his good friend. It seemed that he hadn't come back yet. However, a sudden thunderstorm started outside.

Rows and rows of white and purple lightning bolts, it's quite frightening to be honest. As Mu Yang pondered, he wondered if there was some mighty immortal undergoing a tribulation.

And then, there was a "crack" as lightning struck the television that Mu Yang was watching.