What was even more miraculous was that no matter how fast or slow Fatty walked, he remained motionless relative to the headless ghost carrying the coffin. And so, following behind the ghost, they passed through layer upon layer of fog.
The moment the fog parted, Fatty was delighted to find himself back on the forest path. And the doctor... the doctor was standing right in front of him, completely unharmed!
Jiang Cheng's tense body relaxed. Yao Shunyu and Li Bai also let out sighs of relief. But while some rejoiced, others worried. Luo Tianhe's pupils contracted sharply. With his abilities, he could naturally tell that the two of them had entered the path to the underworld.
But he couldn't understand how Wang Fugui had beaten Lin Qianqian without the mirror. Her knowledge might not match his, but she was no ordinary person.
Could it... be fate again?
But he had clearly used the Yin Bagua left behind by Mr. Wu to suppress Wang Fugui's fate chart. Just how much good fortune did Wang Fugui have to be able to squander it so freely?
No!
It couldn't be just fate!
There was something else strange about Wang Fugui. Either he had some rare treasure hidden on him, or... or his fate wasn't his own at all. Something else was helping him!
At last, Luo Tianhe understood just how terrifying the combination of Jiang Cheng and Wang Fugui was: one was a high-IQ logic freak, full of dirty tricks and utterly shameless, who specialized in low blows; the other was a lucky fatty whose fate was practically fate itself, and whose background was a mystery. One was yin, the other yang; one wicked, the other righteous. Like the Taiji yin-yang fish he'd mentioned before, each contained the other, and each relied on