This guy was just an ordinary person before, no criminal record, no bad history, nothing unusual in his bank records or spending habits.
Even if there are some records of him going to certain entertainment venues, just over a hundred or so—probably just got a foot massage, nothing big.
Wen Yan was going through the files on this end, while Qing Xuzi held the horsetail whisk in one hand, took out a black wooden box with the other, and walked to the spiritual vehicle.
"Hermit, stop hiding. I know you mean no harm, it's just that you're burdened with the jinxed fate of concurrent bad luck—you can't control it yourself.
Come with me, I'll find a way to suppress the star-crossed luck on you, at least keeping you from hurting others again.
One day, if you accumulate enough Yin De, you may finally be free."
If you keep running now, you'll only sink deeper and deeper, and soon there'll be no way back."
