Xie Chong had picked up a bag of Silvers a while ago, making quite a killing, thinking he had hit the jackpot. Little did he expect that after picking up the Silver, his misfortune worsened day by day, to the point where he could inexplicably fall flat on his face even on a smooth road, as the saying goes, getting his teeth stuck even by drinking cold water.
Minor misfortunes continual was one thing, just yesterday, as he passed by a shop, the Amulet he had placed in his bosom, which he obtained at Feichang Dao, suddenly became unbearably hot. He hastily stopped and took it out, only to have a sharp arrow fly out of that shop, nearly skimming past the tip of his nose.
The feathered arrow stuck in the door frame of the opposite shop, while the Amulet in his hand self-ignited, turning into ash.
