บท 975: Communication and Information

How could they be so unlucky to be teleported into a sinkhole, and it was a place specially used to bury corpses? Wasn't this bad luck?

There was no existence more unlucky than the Black Emperor here!

It was not impossible that his bad luck was contagious.

"Bullsh*t, nonsense. How can I, the Black Emperor, have bad luck? I've always been an existence blessed by the heavenly Dao. The Goddess of Luck has kissed me before and bestowed me with endless luck. How can I be bad luck? If you continue to spout nonsense, be careful that I bite you!"

Black Emperor instantly exploded, and its face turned green.

How could it bring bad luck? Totally impossible. It was protected by the Goddess of Luck.

Instantly, the way it looked at Lu Zhishen changed. There was a hint of danger in its deep gaze.