"Hehe, my bad luck? I'd actually like to see who could bring me bad luck. Ever since that moment when you decided my fate with a crumpled paper ball, I swore to myself that I'd never have bad luck again in this lifetime! And nobody can make me have bad luck either!" Anzi retorted arrogantly, stiffening his neck as he looked at me.
Yet my gaze remained fixed on the corpses at his feet.
Those corpses were already showing signs of life, though their movements were so subtle that unless you looked closely, you wouldn't notice at all. Under normal circumstances, corpses undergoing mutation would be the most terrifying thing imaginable—the absolute worst nightmare in an ancient tomb.
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