Truth be told,
Du Wei never imagined that his luck could be so rotten.
Was it because he had made too many enemies?
Or was the world just too dangerous?
It wasn't that trouble found him wherever he went; rather, wherever he went, there were Evil Spirits, Demons, and Strangeness that he had wronged.
The only thing missing was a Demon God.
"Could it be my problem?"
In the painting, Du Wei watched the outside world with a sullen face.
He was now hiding within the painting; neither the bus nor the Horror House had been able to pinpoint him, but two terrifyingly strange beings definitely knew he was in New York.
They just didn't realize that his location hadn't moved at all.
At that moment, a cold aura suddenly emanated from Du Wei's pocket, and he turned his head to see an envelope struggling to wriggle out.
"What's going on with you?"
Ever since he entered the Three Stone Coffins of Boine, the envelope had not come out again; it seemed to be trapped in some weird state.
