Free Web NovelChapter 70: Chapter 70: You Call This Bad Luck?
Sister Xia felt as though her legs were filled with lead, each step heavy beyond belief.
But she couldn’t stop; the instant she stopped, the evil spirits behind would claim their lives.
They were like refugees on the run, and those who ran the slowest would be killed.
An exit? Was there really hope for them to escape?
But what else could they do if they didn’t run now?
The land behind them grew muddier and muddier, the earth as if corroded, devouring anything that fell into it.
A few fallen leaves floated on this muddy ground, not sinking in, but rolling slowly forward with the muddy water.
"I don’t want to run anymore, you go ahead, if I die, so be it." There were five still alive, a voice came, and then someone lay down on the ground.
He looked at the blood-colored sky, a peace like never before filling his heart.
Perhaps this is it?
Is a person’s death inevitable?
Just as he was thinking this, he immediately felt his lower back sinking, flesh sticking to the mud, fierce pain radiated from his back.
He couldn’t describe this pain, like his soul and flesh were being torn apart.
"Ah! — " He let out a heart-wrenching cry, struggling to get up again, yet continuously sinking deeper.
"Help me, help me..." Just moments ago, he spoke of death so lightly, but now he was desperately struggling forward.
The four survivors looked at the muddy ground behind, where continuously engulfing mud turned the brown earth blood-red.
Sister Xia continued forward without a word, she believed that the person just now truly intended to give up their life in that moment.
They had even prepared for the pain that death would bring.
The thought of giving up life was genuine, as was the survival instinct in the face of pain.
The remaining four lifted their legs and moved forward, looking at the distant exit, utterly exhausted.
The fallen leaves saw the humans ahead, who were so easily killed, and wondered why those sent by the Lord hadn’t collected the Skill Book from him yet.
The ones ahead were too weak, he couldn’t keep up the act, obviously they would die with a poke, yet he had to pretend to torture and hunt.
Seeing Sister Xia and the others’ miserable state, the viewers in the livestream were speechless.
[It’s tormenting, can’t they just accept death gracefully?]
[If the day comes when I have a sword in hand, I’ll slaughter all the evil spirits in the world!]
[You all say that humanity has no strong individuals? But haven’t many people gained skills and become powerful? Why don’t the strong stand up and kill all these evil spirits?]
[You see people becoming more desperate in their struggle to survive, but I see their eyes and resolve growing firmer. As long as they manage to get out alive, these survivors will have the mindset of becoming strong.]
[It’s like raising Gu.]
[Humans are still too weak. Only by constantly becoming stronger can they banish or even eliminate the evil spirits.]
[Actually, I’ve heard a rumor that it’s not the strange events descending upon human society, but humans taking the initiative to invade the Evil Spirit Realm...]
[How is that possible? No one would seek death like that.]
...
The consciousness of the group began to blur, the strength in their bodies gradually fading away.
"Come on, everyone, just a little more effort—" Sister Xia cheered the group on from the front.
She no longer harbored thoughts of sacrificing others or scheming against them, her last thought being that she hadn’t had a full meal.
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"Come on, we need to wade through this mud, are you okay with that?" Xiong Jie looked at the muddy ground in front of them, stepping in and sinking to his calf with each step, every movement particularly difficult.
Xiong Jie took a few steps and was already drenched in sweat, but he didn’t give up.
He was different from those Survivors; he had his master’s instructions in his mind!
The direction of the exit required crossing this mud swamp.
"I’m fine, I can handle hardship!"
"Uncle, I can endure any hardship." Jiang Che said flatly and entered the muddy ground, his legs heavy.
With Uncle Xiong enduring like this, what reason did he have to give up??
The audience switched the camera over and saw the two of them heading towards the exit as well.
The mud swamp on one side devoured flesh, while on their side, it had no effect.
[It should be the same evil spirit’s domain, but the evil spirit happened to go after those others.]
[This time, I really think Jiang Che is lucky. Why do I have a feeling that he’ll survive in the end?]
[Even if someone like him survives, does he have the heart of a strong individual? A lucky fool, I still think becoming strong requires enduring adversity and challenges.]
...
Jiang Che continued to move forward, wading through the mud at the front.
"Actually, I think the two of us are pretty lucky." Xiong Jie said casually as he moved forward.
He truly felt he was fortunate, having no great ambitions, just wanting to survive, even if under a different identity form.
And Jiang Che, such a lunatic, held a higher status among the evil spirits than he did.
He thought Jiang Che was luckier than himself.
While not revealing his identity, he felt he could talk about anything, sometimes even discussing matters related to the evil spirits, which, in turn, could solidify his stance within human society.
"Lucky?" Jiang Che looked at him confused, "I don’t think I’m lucky at all."
He hadn’t felt luck at all up until now.
Perhaps only recently had he started feeling lucky for meeting such a good family.
Just as he was speaking, he reached his hand into the mud swamp, "Wait a second, I stepped on something."
Tuantuan had been telling him to pay attention underfoot; there was something there that Mother had left for him.
"What?" Xiong Jie hadn’t reacted yet, seeing Jiang Che had a lump of mud in his hand.
This lump of mud looked unremarkable in the swamp, yet seemed peculiar when picked up by Jiang Che.
It flowed but stayed shaped, forming a sphere in Jiang Che’s hand without dispersing.
"What is this?" Xiong Jie asked, puzzled, looking at the object in Jiang Che’s palm.
Jiang Che stroked the sphere in his hand, and as he touched it, a prompt sounded in his head.
[You’ve obtained the skill: Earth Escape]
"It says I’ve acquired a skill, Earth Escape." Jiang Che said flatly.
Xiong Jie’s eyelid twitched; this lunatic just scooped into the swamp and directly pulled out a ’Skill Book’?
This path was indeed arranged by their master, but the skill sphere, was this also arranged by the master?
He thought it unlikely, but he stepped around quickly, hoping to also step on something peculiar.
In human understanding, evil spirits sometimes stored their skills in special items.
Whether for transactions among evil spirits or for other purposes.
Skill Books are universally recognized as the hardest to find, hidden deep, in various shapes, finding one is tougher than killing an evil spirit.
The audience was dumbstruck, having just claimed no luck and immediately finding a Skill Book?
This is called bad luck?
