The longer Hao Ren knew this Bat Spirit, the more he felt that this girl was a miracle condensed from the malice of the vast universe. What had happened before his eyes only reinforced that conviction:
Vivian herself was so poor she could barely afford a thing, yet the bats that had fallen from her body had cultivated into spirits and struck it rich; the Landlord working for the gods had billions of underlings; even the piece of worthless stone she had casually given her follower had contained several tons of gold and given rise to the Andre family. This girl was practically a humanoid, mobile bringer of good fortune. Used properly, one could exchange her bad luck for the safety and prosperity of everyone around her.
Of course, this auspicious effect rarely manifested. Most of the time, she was better at making everyone around her as unlucky as she was. Anyone with insufficient resistance who stayed near her could easily lose money while walking, choke while drinking water, and cramp a back molar after sneezing. The Romans and Egyptians of old would have had plenty to say about that, and Hao Ren felt that even the Trojans could dump the blame on this Bat Spirit of good fortune: after all, she had run around Troy working as a hired enforcer.
Perhaps the Andre family belonged to that group with a peculiar level of resistance. They had gained astonishing wealth from the gift Vivian had left behind, but had also been tormented by a deadly evil spirit for three hundred years. The suffering of those three hundred years had surely far exceeded the value of those several tons of gold.
Lily patted Vivian on the shoulder, not letting any opportunity to provoke the bat pass her by. "Your alt account