Unlucky Tang San

Xu Xiao and Zhong Ling were stunned by the scene before them.

This was too awful.

As if being struck by lightning and falling out of bed weren't enough, a wooden stake had pierced his eyeball.

One disaster after another.

"Xiao, I believe you now."

Zhong Ling couldn't deny it. The proof was right in front of her. No one but Tang San could suffer such a string of bad luck.

"I didn't expect it to get this bad either."

"If the Asura God doesn't notice, Tang San may keep suffering like this."

Xu Xiao was curious to see what other misfortunes awaited Tang San.

"Xiao, if Tang San is like this, will the people around him suffer too?"

Suffer too?

Of course they would.

"Definitely. Heaven has abandoned him. He'll draw on other people's fortune to shield himself from disaster."

"He isn't doing it willingly, but it'll happen all the same."

"The thing is, he doesn't know that using other people's fortune to ward off disaster will only make his own luck worse."

Xu Xiao explained it to Zhong Ling.

"Xiao, how do you know so much?" Zhong Ling asked curiously.

"I learned it while refining the world during those six years I spent growing stronger."

"Every world has fortune, and each person's fortune is different."

Xu Xiao was speaking from experience. His own fortune was different from everyone else's.

He had none of the Douluo Continent's fortune, but his own was exceptionally strong. He figured he had brought it with him from his previous life.

His fortune didn't belong to Douluo, yet it surpassed everyone else's.

"Then, Xiao, take a look at mine." Zhong Ling grew interested.

Xu Xiao studied Zhong Ling closely.

"Ling'er, do you really want to hear it?"

"Of course. Is something wrong?"

Zhong Ling