How can I be the villain's follower

Chapter 94 Gaining New Skills——Bounded by Misfortune

In Tongmu City, with the end of the welcome ceremony, the lives of the residents have returned to normal.

A handsome young man in a blue and white student robe was walking on the main road.

It was Lin Tatian.

Passers-by looked at him in surprise:
"Which family is this? He looks so handsome!"

"The clothes he's wearing seem to be the same as Jiang Meier's gang."

"Little handsome guy, what's your name, come and play with my sister~"

Lin Tatian ignored the pedestrians around him, and didn't pay attention to what they were saying. He went straight to a restaurant, intending to stay first and then slowly inquire about the situation of Jiang's family.

"My son, my son, please give me some money."

A beggar with a bad smell stopped Lin Tatian and begged.

Lin Taxia jumped back consciously, glanced at the beggar in disgust, threw out a tael of silver and said, "Don't bother me."

Said and left quickly.

Not far away, Zhang Liang, who had changed into ordinary clothes, saw this scene.

"Lin Tatian has arrived. I heard from Jiang Meier that the Jiang family is ready to send someone to assassinate Lin Tatian, and told us not to act rashly."

"It's impossible to kill Lin Tatian based on the Jiang family's three first-level foundation establishments, and Lin Tatian may even pretend to be forced to fight back. This is a good opportunity to suppress."

Zhang Liang thought about it silently, and suddenly felt something in his heart. He looked at the previous beggar, "Huh? Why does this person have so much black luck?"

From Zhang Liang's perspective, there is a layer of flame-like black luck floating on the beggar's body. The black luck is just exposed, but it has been adhering to the beggar's body and has no intention of spilling out to the outside world.

"It doesn't look like it belongs to him, is it contaminated with something?"

"So much black luck, it seems that there must be at least forty or fifty wisps, and it seems that the attachment is not very tight, why don't you try to swallow it?"

Thinking this way, Zhang Liang glanced around. Now that there are many people around, he has to wait for the beggar to go to a place where there are few people before eating, otherwise it will attract suspicion.

Zhang Liang followed the beggar and saw the beggar happily running to a restaurant with the money Lin Tatian gave him, just about to enter the door.

Pfft!
The beggar's foot accidentally tripped over the threshold, and he fell straight into the shit. The beggar cried out in pain and stood up slowly.

The people around were not surprised: "I don't know who gave this unlucky guy money and what to do with him. If I were him, I would just die."

Zhang Hao leaned over curiously and asked, "Brother, why do you say that?"

The man looked at him in surprise: "Are you from out of town? Didn't you know that there is such an unlucky guy in Tongmu City?"

"Let me tell you, stay away from this unlucky guy. He is a bad star, and even talking to him will bring you bad luck! Then you will suffer."

"Such an exaggeration?" Zhang Liang didn't believe it.

A diner next to him laughed and said, "Little brother, don't you believe it? Come on, just watch, and you'll know how unlucky he is in a while."

I saw the beggar ordered a bowl of beef noodles with money, and sat in the corner to eat.

At this moment, a group of flies came from nowhere, buzzing around the beggar's beef noodles.

There are so many diners in the restaurant, but the flies only circle around the beggars.

"Get out, get out, a group of flies are also coming to bully me!" The beggar was furious, and kept hitting the flies, finally drove the flies away, and sat down to eat.

With a bang, the stool leg broke suddenly, and the beggar fell to the ground.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I don't believe it, I won't be able to eat your bowl of beef noodles today!" The beggar stood up angrily, picked up the beef noodles and poured them into his mouth.

puff!
In the next second, the beggar spat out all the noodles and cursed angrily: "Ge Laozi, why is it so salty, how much salt did you put in the store!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, the cook's hands are shaking, and I put too much salt, I'll give you another bowl." Xiao Er hurried forward and said, holding the noodles to exchange for a new one.

Zhang Liang on the side was stunned. In just a few minutes, the beggar got unlucky three times, and each time was an extremely low probability event.

"How can someone be so unlucky? I'm afraid drinking cold water will clog the teeth?" Zhang Liang sighed.

At this moment, the beggar coughed violently, his face flushed and he was out of breath. It turned out that he choked on a bowl of boiled water just now, and it was simply unlucky.

"Little brother, now you believe it." The diner next to him laughed.

Zhang Liang was speechless for a while.

"This old beggar is quite pitiful. He used to belong to a rich family. He was a very talented practitioner when he was young. Then one day he offended a powerful man who wandered here. I don't know what kind of magic was cast by him. It is said that he has become extremely unlucky since then.

Hearing this, Zhang Liang became a little skeptical: "Could it be that the black luck covering the beggar's body is the culprit of his bad luck?"

"Then if I swallow it, won't I be unlucky too?"

After thinking about it, Zhang Liang felt that it shouldn't be. Even if he would be unlucky, he could just stay in his room and practice for the past few days. If he used up all the bad luck, he would definitely be able to solve it.

If the attempt is successful, Zhang Liang will be able to pick up dozens of strands of luck for nothing and be able to practice for a period of time.

Even if he fails, Zhang Liang should not lose anything.

Thinking of this, Zhang Liang secretly released a luck token on the beggar, and left quietly.

It took the beggar half an hour to finish his meal before he walked out of the restaurant slowly. After falling twice, bumping into three passers-by, and being chased by four stray dogs for a while, the beggar finally returned to his home—a dilapidated house on the edge of Nancheng.

The roof of the dilapidated house was full of holes, and there was not even a door, only a piece of rag was used to block the door.

The beggar lay on a wooden plank, using it as a bed, and soon fell asleep.

At this time, a black shadow quietly sneaked into the broken room.

It was Zhang Liang.

Zhang Liang took out a stick of incense and lit it, and soon the beggar fell into a deep sleep, not waking up for a long time.

This is a kind of fragrance for mortals, and it has no effect on practitioners.

"Let's get started. This is the first time I've taken the initiative to try to devour luck. I hope it will succeed."

Zhang Liang watched a faint layer of black luck emerging from the beggar's body, and tried to absorb the luck from the air.

But he failed quickly, because those black lucks were not overflowing ownerless lucks. Although they were a little loose, they were not directly driven by his thoughts.

Zhang Liang thought about it and tried several methods.

In the end, he came up with a good idea, split his own black luck into three strands, condensed into something in the shape of a hook, and manipulated the luck hook to hook the luck on the beggar.

call out!
The probability of successfully hooking the hook is black luck!

"Success."

Zhang Liang continued his efforts, and quickly wiped out all the black luck on the beggar.

Then he discovered that the hooked luck entered his body and directly merged into his original black luck.

At the same time, a ray of new information appeared in his mind, which was originally attached to the beggar's black luck.

This message is very simple: "Black luck is transformed into bad luck, attached to this person, and it will dissipate automatically after 40 years. This is a punishment. This person is not upright, so don't cancel it."

This message is similar to a note, and it seems to be a reminder for those who can see the black luck.

Zhang Liang opened his eyes, and his eyes sparkled: "So, the so-called bad luck is just a way of using black luck. I have successfully mastered this new luck skill."

"Call it, 'Bad Luck', so apt!"

(End of this chapter)