This Taoist priest is so unprofessional!

The wind howled, and the ladder, as if it had eyes, headed straight for the "transport thief's" waist.

As a sorcerer, his reactions far exceeded those of ordinary people.

In a flash, the "transport thief" snapped backward, his body almost parallel to the ground.

A standard iron plate bridge.

His movements were swift, but his posture was disheveled.

call--

The heavy aluminum ladder almost grazed his nose.

The ladder crashed against the wall on the other side with a loud bang, sending sparks flying.

The "transport thief" cursed his bad luck inwardly.

He straightened his back, ready to continue his escape, but then felt a slippery sensation under his feet.

He only caught a glimpse of yellow out of the corner of his eye.

That was a banana peel.

The banana peel, carelessly discarded by some inconsiderate child, was now lying squarely under the heel of his foot, about to strike.

The "transport thief's" mind went completely blank for a moment.

All his evil arts and lifelong cultivation seemed so pale and powerless in the face of the fundamental laws of physics.

The body's balance was instantly shattered.

He slid backward uncontrollably, his hands flailing futilely in the air, trying to grab onto something.

"Thump!"

A loud splash echoed through the silent night.

He slid backward and landed hard on his bottom in a large plastic bucket.

A bone-chilling cold instantly enveloped him.

It was a bucket used by a roadside vendor to chill watermelons; it was full of melted ice water and a few watermelons that hadn't been sold yet.

Ice water filled his entire body, chilling him from the collar of his trench coat all the way to his feet.

The "passenger thief" felt his life had never been so miserable.

He struggled to climb out of the bucket, with only one thought in his mind.

My luck today is just bizarre!

However, this is just the beginning.

The loud noise startled the residents on the second-floor balcony of the apartment building.

A plump, orange cat, well-fed and glossy, is dozing on the windowsill.

Startled by the loud noise downstairs, it shuddered and jolted awake from its dream.

Startled, the fat cat instinctively darted backward.

Its plump hind legs landed precisely on a potted daffodil on the windowsill.

"Meow!"

The fat cat let out a shriek.

The ceramic flowerpot wobbled twice on the windowsill, losing its final balance.

The flowerpot tumbled from the second-floor window, tracing a graceful parabola in the air.

Carrying the force of gravity, it hurtled precisely toward the head below that had just lifted itself out of the bucket.

The "transport thief" had just poked his wet head out of the bucket and was panting heavily.

He felt a sudden darkness above his head, and a gust of evil wind pressed down on him.

He didn't even have time to look up.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

The flowerpot landed squarely on the top of his head.

The ceramic pot shattered with a crash, and soil and spider plant roots covered his head and face.

The "transport thief's" eyes widened instantly.

He felt the whole world spinning, with countless golden stars dancing wildly before his eyes.

My ears were buzzing, like a hundred bees having a party.

He was completely dumbfounded.

He swayed twice, then with a "plop," he sat back down in the cold bucket of water.

This time, he didn't even have the strength to struggle.

At the alley entrance, Zhang Chen's figure appeared unhurriedly.

He didn't run out of breath; his steps remained steady.

When he saw the terrible scene before him, even someone as knowledgeable as him couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his mouth.

A man in a trench coat, soaking wet, sat in a watermelon bucket.

His head was covered in mud and green plants, his face was covered in water droplets, his eyes were unfocused, and his expression was blank.

Next to it were shattered flowerpot fragments and a ladder lying across the middle of the road.

The whole scene was filled with a dramatic comedic effect.

Zhang Chen approached, showing no sympathy whatsoever.

He raised his foot and stepped on the "thief's" hand, which was still resting on the edge of the bucket.

He pushed off with his toes and ground it.

"Well……"

The excruciating pain brought the "Lucky Thief" back to his senses, and he let out a muffled groan of agony.

He tried to pull his hand back, but found that the other person's foot was like an iron clamp, not moving an inch.

He looked up and, through his blurry vision, made out the face of the person who had just arrived.

Zhang Chen looked down at him, his face expressionless.

He slowly bent down, stretched out his other hand, and patted the mud-covered face of the "transport thief" as if patting a puppy.

"Run?"

His voice was calm, yet tinged with a hint of mockery.

"Why did you stop running?"

"Do you feel like you didn't check the almanac before going out today?"

……

Meanwhile, in the courtyard of No. 13 Xingfuli.

Just as the "transport thief" turned to run away, Wang Xiaoer "pushed" his thoughts out.

His body swayed suddenly.

A wave of exhaustion washed over him from all directions, instantly engulfing his entire body.

His face turned pale in an instant.

Fine beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead, and his legs felt weak, making it almost impossible for him to stand.

"Master, what's wrong?"

Li Ming, who was standing nearby, reacted quickly and caught him.

Upon touching it, one could only feel that Wang Xiaoer's arm was icy cold and trembling slightly.

"No...it's nothing."

Wang Xiaoer took a deep breath and shook his head.

He had no idea what was happening outside.

But he could feel that something important inside him had been suddenly emptied out.

It was a mysterious and profound feeling, as if some connection between myself and this world had been forcibly overdrawn.

"I'm just a little exhausted," he offered a weak explanation.

In the center of the courtyard, the ghosts of the mother and child also sensed the change in Wang Xiaoer's state.

They stopped trembling and looked at him with concern.

Xiao Bao's mother, the gentle female ghost, bowed slightly to Wang Xiao Er.

A faint thought entered Wang Xiaoer's mind.

"Thank you, Master."

"Our wish has been fulfilled, and it's time for us to leave."

She held Xiaobao's hand, and her translucent body began to emit a soft white light.

The light grew brighter and brighter, gradually becoming somewhat dazzling.

Their figures grew fainter and more blurred in the light.

"Mommy, where are we going?" Xiao Bao asked curiously.

"Let's go to a faraway, warm place." The woman's voice was filled with peace.

"Is there... still a birthday cake there?"

Yes, there are so many.

The mother and son's voices grew softer and softer until they finally disappeared into the night along with the light.

The courtyard returned to peace.

The old wooden door and the crooked locust tree, as the obsession dissipated, began to distort and fade like reflections in water.

In the end, everything disappeared.

Before my eyes, it had returned to that cold, hard blue brick wall.

Only the dusty "barrier-breaking talismans" pasted on the wall still emitted a faint spiritual light.

Li Ming stared at the incredible scene before him, his mouth agape, unable to close it for a long time.

His experience tonight has completely overturned his worldview of more than 20 years.

After a while, footsteps were heard at the entrance of the alley.

Zhang Chen escorted the soaking wet and disheveled "transport thief" back.

Li Ming was shocked when he saw the guy's miserable state.

"Master Zhang... this is..."

"Caught red-handed."

Zhang Chen succinctly dismissed the "transport thief" as if he were throwing away trash.

He began searching the man.

Soon, he found a bunch of random things in the inside pocket of the other person's trench coat.

Besides the several opened express packages, there was also a palm-sized, completely black compass made of some unknown material.

The compass had no pointer, only dense, eerie blood-red runes.

In addition, there are a few small items.

A lock of hair tied with a red string, a men's cufflink, and half a broken jade pendant.

These items are all imbued with the aura of different people and are sealed by a sinister spell.

Zhang Chen's face darkened completely the moment he saw these things.

His gaze slowly shifted from the eerie black compass to Wang Xiaoer's pale face.

A bad feeling rose in his heart.

"This guy is no ordinary petty thief."