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Chapter 567 Let me give you my excuses!

"No way, in this world of advanced martial arts, someone can actually fall into a well? This well cover must be some kind of innate treasure!"

Feng Xue's lips twitched slightly, but she still leaned forward, bracing herself for a sudden attack from a murderer. She shoved the manhole cover aside, and before she could even see the person inside, she was struck by a glaring fate—

[The unluckiest person in hell].

"Ouch~!"

Feng Xue made a straight-up joke, ignoring the stench of rotting garbage and excrement, and looked at the figure huddled in the corner.

He was a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, thin and frail, wearing a faded gray school uniform now covered in black and yellow mud and unidentified filth. His face was deathly pale, his lips blue, and his wet hair clung to his forehead. He was listlessly tilting his head back, his eyes unfocused as he stared at the light at the cave entrance, repeatedly uttering words of pleading for help, but his voice was so soft that one doubted whether he truly wanted to be saved.

"Hey! Down there! Are you still alive?" Feng Xue shouted loudly, her voice drowning out the faint aftershocks of the fight.

Seemingly startled awake by the sound, his unfocused gaze sharpened, and his will to survive surged once more. He abruptly stood up: "Alive! Alive! Brother! Help me out!"

"Okay, stop struggling!"

"What struggle..." Before the boy could react, he suddenly felt a tremendous force grab his body, and his vision blurred before he regained his sight.

Overwhelmed with joy at surviving the ordeal, the boy burst into tears.

Feng Xue stepped back two paces, threw a cleansing spell at the boy to cleanse him of the filth, and then said, "What happened to you? Don't you practice martial arts? How did you fall into the sewer?"

The boy had barely recovered when he heard Feng Xue's question, but he cried even harder:

"I...I didn't want to either! But my fate is just determined to torment me!"

Perhaps it was because he had been suppressing his emotions for too long, or perhaps it was because he needed to vent after surviving such a tragedy, but the young man, while crying, began to pour out his epic, unfortunate, and short life story—

"The day I was born... my mom was in the art school bathroom... well, anyway, I was born without a father or mother... the cleaning lady picked me up and took me home..."

"I finally managed to get this far with the help of my neighbors and by copying articles for the newspaper... but then, last month... I suddenly received a lawyer's letter!"

At this point, the boy cried even harder—

"They said my father died! He left behind a mess of debts, and those bald monks who lend money at exorbitant interest rates insisted that I was the heir and that I had to pay off my father's debts... Luckily, one of my neighbors has the luck of Bao Zheng (a legendary upright official in Chinese history), and he helped me with the lawsuit, which allowed me to get rid of this mess..."

"I thought I could finally catch my breath..." The boy wiped away his tears and snot, "But the day before yesterday, I went to sell some junk, and then at the recycling center, there was a loud bang! A... a thing that big!"

At this point, the boy suddenly stood up and tried his best to draw a large circle with both hands:

"Such a huge cockroach with piercing eyes and a white forehead... It leaped out of a pile of waste paper! It's not a tiger! It's a real cockroach! I've heard that cockroaches in the south are big, but I never imagined that there could be such a big cockroach in Chang'an!"

"Don't be so mean, there aren't cockroaches this big in the South!" Feng Xue wanted to complain, but seeing the expression on this unlucky guy's face, she couldn't bring herself to say it.

The boy, however, was oblivious to what Feng Xue was thinking. His mind was completely consumed by the urge to confide, and he was gesturing wildly like a Syracuse as he spoke:

"I thought I was going to die, but luckily a middle-aged man reeking of alcohol suddenly appeared from the corner and fought the giant cockroach fiercely. I seized that opportunity and managed to escape. Later, I saw on the news that the man had the destiny of Wu Song (a legendary hero in Chinese mythology), and the cockroach he killed had the destiny of a tiger..."

Feng Xue's eyelids twitched. A giant cockroach with the destiny of a tiger? An uncle with the destiny of Wu Song? This world is simply outrageous... Wait, does this mean that small animals here can also have destinies?

Feng Xue muttered to herself, but the boy hadn't stopped his storytelling—

"I heard there were two masters of destiny fighting today, so I rushed over hoping to get some spectator experience and change my unlucky destiny. But there were too many people, and while I was pushing and shoving, suddenly my foot slipped and I fell in! Waaah, brother, why am I so unlucky! Why couldn't my mom have been more ruthless and just drowned me? That would have saved me from suffering so much!"

Looking at the boy who was crying his eyes out, Feng Xue didn't know what expression to make for a moment. She felt sorry for him... a little, but how should she put it... she wanted to laugh!
No, I must hold back! Hold back! I can't build my happiness on the suffering of others! I will!

Feng Xue tried to distract herself by looking at the "Hell's Unlucky Ghost" fate mark above the other person's head and recalling the past the boy had remembered. Her Fiery Eyes began to take effect.

The fate of that "unlucky devil from hell" began to split and disperse, transforming into individual characters representing hardships, tribulations, trials, and the will to survive...

Various kinds of text began to flash, and suddenly an idea popped into Feng Xue's mind!
In an instant, Feng Xue's eyes gleamed, and she immediately gave up trying to suppress her laughter:

"Wow! You have such a good destiny!"

"???" The boy's crying stopped abruptly, and he looked at Feng Xue with a strange expression. Was she speaking human language?
If Feng Xue hadn't saved his life, he would have been ready to fight to the death!

Seeing the boy's expression, Feng Xue forcibly changed her wild laughter into a slight smile:

"Your fate, although the first half was a bit unlucky, haven't you noticed how similar it is to a certain character?"

"Like? Like whom? Is there anyone as unlucky as me?"

Hearing Feng Xue say this, the boy was skeptical, but a glimmer of hope arose in his heart. In this world, saying that someone is "very similar to a certain character" essentially means that their destiny has the potential to evolve in a certain direction!
A change in destiny is not always a good thing, but for a young person, no matter how it changes, it is better than being a miserable, unlucky person like this!
Seeing the boy continue, Feng Xue immediately said:
What was the name of the calamity that led to your birth?

"Are you kidding me?" The boy's face darkened, but he still said:

"The girls' restroom at the art school..."

"No, that's called 'birth-related death'!"

"what?"

Seeing the boy's mouth agape, Feng Xue asked again:

Where were you before the cleaning lady took you in?

"In the toilet..."

"No, that's called abandoning a baby before it's a full month old!"

"No, isn't this a bit outrageous?" The boy grinned, but Feng Xue shrugged and said:

"As for fate, similarities are fine. But what happened later? What about your father's situation..."

"Searching for...seeking relatives and avenging wrongs?" The young man finally realized what was happening and asked tentatively.

Feng Xue clapped her hands and said:
"That's right! Look, that tiger with piercing eyes and a white forehead a few days ago, wasn't it just a case of encountering a tiger outside the city?"

At this point, Feng Xue pointed to the sewer opening again—

What's this called?

"Falling into the pit and then surrendering?"

"Yep!"

(End of this chapter)