Along the way, the influence of the Lonely Star of Calamity seemed to become more frequent.
The inn caught fire on the night they were staying.
The next day on the road, they encountered bandits twice.
In the evening, they even faced an attack from fierce beasts.
Zhao Wanxi looked at Lin Xing and noticed his furrowed brow, as if he were somewhat dissatisfied.
She thought to herself, "Is he unable to hold on much longer?"
However, Lin Xing was frowning, thinking to himself, "This Lonely Star of Calamity is kind of weak."
"Unlucky as it is, it still hasn't managed to kill me."
Afterward, as Zhao Wanxi, Lin Xing, and Bai Yiyi spent more time together, the influence brought by the Lonely Star of Calamity seemed to gradually change.
The unfortunate little incidents gradually ceased, and they began to encounter some even more dangerous situations.
Then, Zhao Wanxi felt something was very wrong, extremely wrong...
