"Don't rush, Ya, I forgot to mention that while you've been evolving, I've also made some small progress," Wu Xiaode said.
"What progress?" Ya asked.
Wu Xiaode snapped his fingers.
The Book of the Dead instantly flipped open to the page of the Shadow Followers.
A total of five Shadow Followers looked towards him.
Xiao Baihong, Audrey, Little Bone, Christina, Li Kunlun.
"Brothers and sisters, I need a bit of luck over here,"
Wu Xiaode said.
Xiao Baihong pulled out a dagger, and with resigned tone said, "You're looking for luck again?"
"Not just luck this time, I need misfortune as well," Wu Xiaode said.
"Huh?" Xiao Baihong was puzzled.
Wu Xiaode recounted the situation and casually pointed to the feeble young man lying on the shore, convulsing.
Everyone then understood.
Xiao Baihong plunged the dagger into his own heart and spat out a mouthful of blood, saying:
"To that kid lying over there, I wish you good luck!"
