Of course, Lu Bu'er had no knowledge of all this.
He was simply gambling.
There was nothing else he could do.
It just so happened that he won the bet again.
It was like watching a film he had seen five hundred years ago, many desperados in a bar playing Russian roulette. Most of them feared for their lives, so they only put one bullet in the chamber, yet, in the end, they met a tragic fate by their own hand.
But one day, a man tired of living came to the bar, filled the chamber with five bullets; logically, pulling the trigger should have lead him straight to his grandmother.
But fate had other plans for him.
With a click, nothing happened.
Accompanied by the howl of the vengeful spirits, the Second Monarch was suddenly engulfed in endless deathly vapor, his anger to the extreme as he heard the arrogant laughter from that ant-like youth.
"Hahaha, this is what they call the main character's halo!"
The ant had already excitedly fled.
