There's really no way to talk about luck.

Logically speaking, this is extremely unlucky.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Yao fell over, the wine vat broke, and a full vat of wine, just in time, spilled all on Mr. Yao.

Sangmenxing was startled and felt that something was not right.

Is this old guy lucky?

How could he be lucky when the Sangmen Formation was at its peak?

…

Huchi, wheeze~

Taking Curie with him, Li Banfeng lay on the ground, breathing heavily.

Huchi, wheeze~

I took my breath away with Li Banfeng.

Li Banfeng rubbed his crotch: "One foot in the door, one foot outside the door. Digging like this is too tiring."

The wall trembled, and Li Banfeng heard the voice of his companion: "Four railway tracks, switching back and forth, don't you think I'm tired?"

Looking at the bloody soil in the sack, Li Banfeng suddenly laughed loudly: "Hahahahaha!"

The whistle sounded, and I seemed to be laughing along with Li Banfeng.

Huchi~huchi~

The lady cheered continuously and the drums continued to rumble.

The mourning gate array is broken!

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Boom! Boom! Boom!

In Mr. Yao's courtyard, the bad luck dissipated with the sound of war drums.

The record player is still playing "Dingjun Mountain".

The sound of the drum was so loud that Sangmenxing was frightened.

Word by word, all the dead souls were so frightened that they held their heads and shrank.

"Head-tonggu, fighting fanzao!"

The wine flowing on the ground disappeared, and Mr. Yao drank it together with the sediment.

"Two drums, tight shirt!"

Yao Lao stood up, straightened his clothes, flew the flags on all sides, and put them back on his back.

"Three-way drums, the sword is unsheathed!"

The three-pointed two-edged sword returned to Yao Lao's palm.

"Four drums, hand over the troops!"

The Sangmen Star summoned the dead souls to resist Yao Lao. Amidst the singing of the record player, the dead souls had long lost their ability to move.

Yao Lao waved his long knife, and when the blade passed by, the room was filled with wine mist.

Hundreds of dead souls were turned into ashes in the blink of an eye.

I don't know if it was because of his leg injury or because he was drunk. Yao Lao staggered towards the Sangmen Star. With a flash of the sword and a sound of wind, the Sangmen Star broke into two pieces.

This is a clone.

Where is your real body?

Mr. Yao couldn't see clearly.

"So what if you can't see clearly, I'll just chop them all!" Yao Lao smiled, and the wine mist instantly enveloped the entire courtyard. The spicy wine made Sangmen Xing unable to open his eyes.

As the sword flashed, more than a dozen clones turned into broken limbs all over the ground.

The Sangmen Formation was cracked, and the bad luck was gradually overwhelmed by the smell of alcohol. Seeing that the situation was not good, the Sangmen Star controlled a clone to fly out of the yard.

Yao Lao threw out the three-pointed two-edged sword and went to chase the clone with the long sword.

The real body of Sangmen Star took the opportunity to escape. As his body moved, it brought up a little breeze, and the wine mist moved a bit.

With the flag behind him trembling in the fog, Yao Lao judged the location of the Sangmen Star.

"Thief, where are you going!" Yao Lao stretched out his hand towards the wine mist and grabbed Sangmen Xing's head.

Once your head is captured, it will be difficult to escape!

Sangmenxing turned his bad luck into a short knife and stabbed and slashed Yao Lao's arm.

Yao Lao seemed to be unaware of the pain, grabbing Sangmen Xing's head and rushing forward.

Sangmenxing controlled all the remaining clones to attack Mr. Yao.

Flags were flying in all directions, helping Mr. Yao to fight.

If you can hold it, hold it, if you can’t hold it, hold it!

Yao Lao didn't care how many times he was stabbed, he grabbed Sangmen Xing's head and just rushed forward.

Sangmenxing dragged Mr. Yao into a dream.

Yao Lao's footsteps were distorted by the dream, but he still rushed forward.

Is he dreaming or awake now?

Shangmenxing couldn't tell the difference, and Mr. Yao himself didn't bother to tell the difference.

How about being awake?

So what if you’re dreaming?

Just rush forward!

After killing the clone, the three-pointed two-edged sword flew back and was waiting for Mr. Yao in the yard.

"Everyone who steps forward will be rewarded, but if you step back, you will inevitably get a knife. All the generals and I will return to camp!"

The old general roared angrily, picked up Sangmen Xing's head, and stabbed it on the blade!

Yaowanggou, bad luck dissipates.

The mourning star kept wailing.
Chapter completed!