Chapter 5662: The One at the Top of the Luck Board, Part 4
The Eastern Overlord and his group quickly stifled their laughter.
If they dared to laugh at this moment, they would surely become targets of public wrath.
Just look at how miserable those two teams were.
The Western Overlord's sleeve was torn by some unknown object, and his pant leg was ripped.
His robe was ragged and full of holes, as if a dog had gnawed on it, and he was completely engulfed in a gloomy, low-pressure atmosphere.
The Southern Overlord, on the other hand, shrieked, demanding that a Water Spirit Master immediately spray water on her.
With one spray, her translucent red gauze robe completely clung to her body, revealing her curves and leaving nothing to the imagination.
Furious, she snatched a blanket from her inner world to cover herself, while still screaming, "Look, look, what are you looking at? Haven't you seen your old lady before?"
Everyone chuckled softly, their gazes lingering on her for a few moments.
Compared to the other two Overlords, the Northern Overlord was relatively lucky.
His clothes were slightly disheveled from the struggle, but other than that, he was fine.
Everyone looked at each other, now feeling a bit envious of the Eastern Overlord and his group, who had arrived late.
Zhang Jing and He Weiping were also secretly congratulating themselves.
If it weren't for the child's sudden whim to dig up floor tiles, they might have been in the same unlucky situation.
But it was hard to say.
Think about it: the Northern Overlord and Southern Overlord chose the right fork, and the Western Overlord chose the left.
Perhaps the middle one was the path they would have taken.
Since both the left and right paths were traps, the middle one must be the true path.
Just as they were thinking this, the Western Overlord fiercely shook off his tattered robe, slamming it to the ground. "Go!"
Without a word to the others, he led his group directly down the middle path.
Seeing this, the Southern Overlord, wrapped in her blanket, said with a haggard face, "Northern Overlord, let's follow them."
This person looked as if she had been tormented by something, completely soaked from head to toe.
Many water droplets clung to her hair, still dripping down.
Qiaomu looked at them, finding their appearance quite pathetic.
He Weiping and the others silently patted themselves on the back.
See? Sticking with the right team was such a wonderful thing for them.
So, in everything you do, don't rush.
Good things might just be saved for last!
The pot-bellied man saw hundreds of them hurrying off and quickly turned to Qiaomu and the others, saying, "Madam Mo, Young Master Mo, let's catch up quickly!"
"Right, right, don't let them get too far ahead!"
"All the good stuff will be snatched by them then!"
"Right, right, let's go, go!"
The group chattered and jostled, just about to step forward, when they noticed Madam Mo looking at them with an expression like they were idiots.
Eastern Overlord: Ugh...
"Madam Mo, please speak your mind."
Little Mo Bao bounced out of his daddy's arms again. "You guys wait for me."
Huh? That sounds strangely familiar, heh.
"Young Master Mo, are you going to dig up floor tiles again?" The pot-bellied man's spirits instantly lifted.
Little Mo Bao shook his small head, then trotted over to a pillar, floated up, reached out, pressed a raised mechanism button, and gave it a solid whack.
Everyone heard a series of "clunking" sounds.
They turned their heads in confusion, and after a few more "clunk, bang" noises, a transparent pathway appeared on the far right of the three forks.