This Taoist priest is so unprofessional!

"Let's go!"

A group of people, cursing and swearing, surrounded Brother Long and arrogantly walked out of the courtyard.

Wang Xiaoer watched their departing figures with icy eyes.

He spoke softly to Brother Long's retreating figure, in a voice that was neither too loud nor too soft.

"What's with the arrogance... If you fall to your death in the dark, you won't be coming tomorrow."

Brother Long, who was walking at the front, paused, as if he had heard it, but he just glanced back disdainfully with a mocking look on his face and continued to stride forward.

However, he and his group had only taken a few steps to the courtyard gate.

Brother Long, who was walking at the front, suddenly slipped.

The feeling was like stepping on an invisible banana peel—completely unexpected and irresistible.

"Holy crap!"

He let out a cry of surprise, instantly lost his balance, and fell face down into the corner of the wall in an extremely awkward position.

"Thump!"

A muffled thud kicked up a cloud of dust.

A perfect example of "dog eating shit".

The burly men following behind him were stunned and didn't react for a moment.

Even more coincidentally, a rock fell right where Brother Long landed face down. It was the very rock that Brother Long had kicked loose earlier, which stubbornly remained on the wall.

That rock had one particularly sharp corner.

"Thump!"

The back of his head made intimate contact with the sharp stone, producing a muffled thud.

Time seemed to stand still for a second.

Immediately, a stream of bright red blood gushed out from the back of Brother Long's head, flowing down his cheek and quickly spreading into a small puddle on the ground.

"ah--!"

A scream like a pig being slaughtered tore through the night sky.

"Brother Long...?"

"Brother Long, are you alright?"

The two henchmen reacted quickly and rushed over to help Brother Long up from the ground.

Brother Long clutched his bleeding head and, with the help of his underlings, struggled to his feet. He felt a sharp pain in the back of his head, and when he touched it, his hand was covered in sticky, warm blood.

He turned around and glared at Wang Xiaoer with resentment, muttering curses under his breath.

"Damn it! This crappy place is so bad, you can't even walk on the road properly!"

"What bad luck! What terrible fortune!"

He obviously didn't connect this to Wang Xiaoer, and just thought it was bad luck that he hadn't checked the almanac before going out.

As Wang Xiaoer watched his underlings surrounding Brother Long, frantically checking his wounds, a thought silently flashed through his mind.

With so many people crammed together in such a chaotic manner, I hope nothing else goes wrong.

The moment that thought flashed through his mind, something unexpected happened.

"Woof! Woof woof woof!"

A fierce bark rang out from the dark alley next door.

Immediately afterwards, a large yellow dog, whose owner was unknown, suddenly darted out like a bolt of lightning.

It bared its teeth at the group blocking the doorway, letting out a low growl and barking wildly, its demeanor menacing.

The group was already in a bad mood, and the dog's fright only made them angrier.

One of the henchmen closest to the dog felt it was bad luck and cursed, "Get out of here, you beast!" He raised his foot to kick the big yellow dog.

He kicked but missed, and his body was pulled by others, causing him to lose his balance and feel his foot slip.

"what!"

The underling cried out in surprise and crashed straight into his companion who was wiping the blood off Brother Long.

The first domino fell.

The younger brother who was hit stumbled and bumped into a third person.

The group was already huddled together, and this chain reaction came quickly and violently, making it impossible for anyone to stand still.

"Ouch!"

"Holy shit!"

"Who the hell pushed me!"

Exclamations and curses erupted, and five or six burly men rolled around like gourds on the ground.

Just as Brother Long was helped to his feet and hadn't even caught his breath, a tremendous force came from behind him, and his vision went black as he was knocked to the ground again.

This time, he was in an even worse situation, being pinned to the bottom with two or three strong men piled on top of him.

In the chaos, the small mountain of human flesh crashed heavily into the fence of Aunt Li's yard next door.

The fence was flimsy to begin with, and there was a dilapidated chicken coop next to it.

"Splash—"

The chicken coop was smashed to pieces, with planks and thatch flying everywhere.

"Giggle!"

A dozen or so startled hens and roosters flapped their wings and burst out of the shattered coop, sending feathers flying everywhere.

The poultry were frightened and became extremely aggressive. They began to peck and scratch at the small, immobilized mountain of human flesh on the ground.

One rooster was particularly fierce. It flew up and landed precisely on the face of the youngest brother at the top. Its sharp claws left several bloody marks on his face, and its sharp beak pecked down at his eyes.

"Ah! My eyes!"

A heart-wrenching scream rang out again.

Brother Long was pinned at the bottom, feeling as if he weighed a ton and could hardly breathe. He could even smell a strong stench.

Several hens were pecking wildly at his exposed arms and face, causing him pain.

Even more disgusting, some chicken must have been holding it in, because a warm, sticky pile of chicken droppings landed right on his lips as he opened his mouth to curse.

In an instant, chicken feathers and curses flew together, and chicken droppings and dust were mixed together.

The big yellow dog that caused all this stood not far away, tilting its head, seemingly stunned by the spectacular scene. As it watched, it would occasionally bark, as if telling the group not to steal its chicken droppings.

After a while, the group hurriedly chased away the chickens and dogs, and struggled out of the crowd, covered in dust and dirt.

Fortunately, it was nighttime, so even the villagers who were secretly watching from their homes couldn't see the chicken droppings and feathers on Brother Long and his men, nor could they smell the fishy stench in the air.

Brother Long's face at this moment could no longer be described as ugly; it turned pale and then flushed, eventually turning a deep liver color.

He wiped the chicken droppings off his face, so angry he felt like his lungs were about to explode, but he couldn't utter a single word.

He pointed at Wang Xiaoer, his lips trembling for a long time, before finally managing to utter only one word.

"you……"

"Let's go!"

He knew that staying any longer tonight would only make him look even more humiliated.

Brother Long practically roared those words, then led his gang of underlings, who were even more disheveled than beggars, in a hasty retreat, quickly disappearing into the darkness in the distance.

In the courtyard, Zhang Chen watched this scene and could no longer hold back.

He laughed so hard he almost bent over, squeezing the Coke can in his hand until it was deformed.

"Hahahaha... I can't take it anymore, I'm dying of laughter!"

He smiled and gave Wang Xiaoer a thumbs up.

"Waiter, your 'jinx' is getting more and more accurate. When you do strike, it's not very lethal, but it's incredibly insulting!"

Wang Xiaoer himself was somewhat surprised.

He could sense that just after he had a thought, the fortune of the space outside the courtyard seemed to have been stirred by an invisible hand.

All the coincidences seemed to have been precisely calculated, one after another, ultimately leading to this farce.

With a single thought, these "little accidents" arise spontaneously, and they are handled with surprising ease.

He watched the group flee in a disheveled state, without a trace of a smile on his face.

"Hmph! Who told them to mess with my family's ancestral graves? They're lucky they didn't fall to their deaths."

Zhang Chen finally managed to stop laughing and wiped away the tears that had welled up in his eyes.

"You've given him a 'bad luck aura,' so bad luck follows him wherever he goes. Dealing with people like that is much more satisfying than beating them up."

He walked over and patted Wang Xiaoer on the shoulder.

"That guy, Brother Long, he'll probably have nightmares all night tonight. His dreams will probably be full of chickens chasing and pecking at him."

Wang Xiaoer also twitched the corners of his mouth, his previous frustration completely gone, and he felt incredibly comfortable.

This method of revenge, which causes chaos and disorder in the enemy without firing a single shot, is indeed much more satisfying than direct combat.