Zhou Yue: My Luck Has Turned

The Haunted House, Master Bedroom.

"Really strange... this 'Great Misfortune' doesn't seem so unfortunate after all?"

After staying on high alert for a long time, Zhong Yi and the other two couldn't help but voice their confusion.

Little did they know, not far beneath them, someone was silently bearing the burden for their safety.

At that moment, only three bone slips remained in the Yin-Yang Divination Sticks' tube.

Seeing that even the [Great Misfortune] had no visible effect, the trio grew even more emboldened.

"Let's try again!"

Zhou Qiaoling's eyes sparkled with excitement.

Her sanity was at its peak, and her courage had never been greater.

With a grin, she drew another slip from the remaining ones.

On the bone slip, a tiny human figure was enveloped by the massive wings of a benevolent-looking spirit bird.

Beneath it were the words:

[Great Fortune: Salvation in Desperation]

"Wow!!! I hit the jackpot!!!"

Zhou Qiaoling cheered, eagerly awaiting the arrival of her "prize."

But after a long wait, nothing happened.

"How odd..."

"Are these bone slips just a trick? Why is there no effect at all?"

"Salvation in desperation? But I haven't encountered any desperate situation..."

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The Basement.

On the damp, shadowy floor lay a corpse—its eyes, ears, nose, and mouth bleeding, its face a ghastly shade of bluish-white.

The limbs and neck were twisted at unnatural angles, a sight of utter horror.

Zhou Yue, now in his spectral form, stared at his own lifeless body, a bitter taste in his mouth.

Not long ago, the malevolent entity that had promised not to attack for five minutes had suddenly chased him relentlessly.

The moment its hands touched his eyes, his life was snuffed out, leaving him a wandering spirit.

"This is so bizarre... wasn't there supposed to be a protection period? Where was mine..."

Zhou Yue muttered to himself, his face twisted in frustration.

Just then, a shimmering golden feather drifted down before him.

"Who's there?"

Curious, he turned around and saw a dignified spirit bird hovering behind him.

Its enormous golden wings wrapped around him.

Streams of golden spiritual energy flowed into his soul, filling him with waves of warmth and vitality...

The next moment,

Zhou Yue's soul returned to his body, resurrecting him.

"I... I'm alive again!?"

Overwhelmed with joy, he looked around.

The ghostly old woman who had haunted him earlier was nowhere to be seen.

"She's gone... thank goodness..."

Relieved, Zhou Yue hurriedly climbed up the stairs.

With a gentle push,

The previously locked iron door swung open effortlessly!

"The door... it's open!!"

Ecstatic, he dashed toward the light.

"My luck has turned, haha! My luck has turned!!!"

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The Bedroom.

"Phew, thank goodness it's [Illusory Mirage]! Another [Misfortune] would've been bad!"

Zhou Qiaoling patted her chest in relief as she stared at yet another [Illusory Mirage] slip.

Every time a bone slip was drawn, there was a chance it would transform into [Illusory Mirage], nullifying the previous omen and leaving nothing in its wake.

She had drawn two [Misfortune] slips in a row, both miraculously averted.

Just as the three were engrossed in studying the Yin-Yang Divination Sticks, a familiar voice suddenly rang out from behind.

"...Haha! My luck has turned!!"

They turned to look.

Zhou Yue, his face smeared with dirt and his clothes in tatters, limped toward them, leaning heavily on the railing.

His wretched appearance stood in stark contrast to the trio, who were having the time of their lives under the bright candlelight of the master bedroom.

At the sight, Zhong Yi froze for a moment before stifling a laugh and asking curiously,

"Old Zhou? Where have you been all this time? And... what happened to you? How did you end up like this?"