Although Yang Jian's persona had collapsed, his abilities had not.
Just as he had said, Tang Luo was surrounded by an aura of misfortune and had entered a period of pure bad luck.
In just two minutes, three more pits appeared in the small courtyard, and seven or eight fallen leaves inexplicably shattered.
Sharp little stones that had never been noticed before sprouted up like bamboo shoots after rain.
Worse still, several blobs of bird droppings fell from the sky, making Tang Luo's expression increasingly grave.
Yang Jian laughed happily.
Bajie and the others, on the other hand, wore solemn expressions. Eyes on their noses, noses on their hearts, they studied the Howling Celestial Dog, trying to find the Luck Harvester as quickly as possible.
We couldn't see anything, and we didn't know anything.
Sun Wukong leaped about like a monkey—no, he was a monkey.
He looked more like the unlucky one.
Of course, he was not anxious, merely curious. He wanted to figure out exactly how Tang Luo was getting so unlucky.
He fully demonstrated what it meant to fish for the moon in the water.
Tang Luo, meanwhile, fell into deep thought.
After a while, Tang Luo said, "Bajie, gather everyone. We'll decide the Jia Clan's future."
"Alright, Master." Bajie and the others left.
Tang Luo turned to look at the Eight-Trigram Furnace.
The entire Eight-Trigram Furnace exuded the festive feeling of Lunar New Year.
As Tang Luo's gaze settled on it, that festive air suddenly froze.
"What are you going to do?" Yang Jian asked.
"You said I'll be unlucky in this world, right?" Tang Luo stroked his chin and smiled. "Then if I'm not in this world, won't I stop being unlucky?"
"...The Buddha Kingdom in the Palm would work." Yang Jian offered the suggestion. He