Old Man Meng's hands trembled as he raised his brush once more, and Meng Haoyun completely broke down, "My father is crazy! Someone stop him...stop him quickly! He's going to ruin the Meng family!"

The few remaining members of the Meng family subconsciously tried to step forward, but the iron guards pointed their blood-stained steel blades at their noses.

Forced back by the iron guards, the Meng family members retreated step by step as Old Man Meng heavily slashed the contract with his brush.

The dark clouds that had enveloped the Meng family descended with a roar. Old Liu looked up, opened his heavenly eye, and used his qi-observing technique to look at the sky.

The Meng family's fortune quickly mixed with the dark clouds, turning into a leaden black mass that pressed down on the Meng family.

Dark clouds overhead, fortune suppressed for the clan!

By this point, the Meng family's original fortune had been scattered.

But Old Liu frowned as he shook his folding fan. "Not enough!"

Old Man Meng's right hand, holding the vermilion brush, was shaking uncontrollably. He knew the consequences of angering the demon god again. He didn't dare to gamble anymore!

Old Liu suddenly closed his folding fan and pressed it against Old Man Meng's shoulder. "What to do next, this is your last choice!"

Gritting his teeth, Old Man Meng threw down the vermilion brush and grabbed the contract, tearing it in half with a violent tug.

A loud bang suddenly came from the clouds in the sky. The clouds that blotted out the sun collapsed in an instant, turning into countless wisps of black gas that struck the Meng family members.

As one of the wisps of black gas rushed towards Old Man Meng, Old Liu gently twisted the handle of his fan. The folding fan, which had been pressed on Old Man Meng's shoulder, instantly opened, the fan face up to meet the black gas.

The ink-like black smoke struck the white paper fan and surged upwards, as if to break free and strike its target again.

But Old Liu didn't give it a chance to escape. He closed the fan, trapping the black gas inside.

Old Liu leisurely placed the fan into a specially made fan case, muttering, "This is a good thing, I have to keep it."

Old Liu blocked a disaster for Old Man Meng, but the others weren't so lucky. They were all struck by the black gas from a distance.

Although there were no obvious changes in the Meng family members after the black gas entered their bodies, when viewed with qi-observing techniques, a layer of ink-like blackness could be seen between their eyebrows.

The entire Meng clan was now plagued by bad luck that would last for three generations, making it impossible for the Meng family to recover within that time.

The remaining members of the Meng family only consumed half of the unlucky black clouds. The remaining black gas, however, flew deep into the mountains like a jiaolong (mythical dragon) stirring up wind and clouds.

Only then did Old Liu reveal a hint of a smile. "This time, it's done!"

Old Man Meng, who had fallen to the ground, wiped the sweat from his face and said, "Master Liu is brilliant. Even the demon god gives you face. I thank you, Master Liu."

According to common sense, if a demon god's misfortune was taken away, even if the person wasn't killed, more misfortune would befall them.

Old Man Meng felt that the demon god, who had just been angered, had easily let him go because he was giving Old Liu face!

But Old Liu smiled without saying a word. He wasn't concerned with Old Man Meng's gratitude, but whether the remaining half of the unlucky qi could kill Meng Die.

To ordinary people, "fate" is one word.

In the art of divination, however, life (命, ming) and luck (运, yun) must be separated. Whether one has life without luck or luck without life, the result is a fleeting illusion.

Moreover, life cannot determine luck, but luck can sever life.

Even someone with the fate of an emperor could die without a burial ground if they encountered bad luck. Not to mention a warlock who struggles between life and death his entire life?

Meng Die hadn't married, nor had she started her own family. More than 70% of her fortune still came from the Meng family. The demon god recognized Meng Die as a member of the Meng family.

Meng Die was now the luckiest person in the Meng family. In a sense, as long as Meng Die returned, she could revive the Meng family. Naturally, the demon god concentrated half of the misfortune on Meng Die.

This half of the fortune was like a hidden arrow chasing a target from a thousand miles away, not only leaving people defenseless, but also extremely vicious.

As the unlucky black dragon soared into the air, Old Liu sent me a signal. I immediately stopped. "Let's not go. Let's check on Meng Die!"

The ghost leading the way looked at me for a moment before turning the torch, opening a secret passage, pointing to the air vent on the wall, and nodding to me.

When I leaned against the air vent to look out, Meng Die, who was still standing at the edge of the Dead Man's Gulch, suddenly shivered and her face changed. "The Meng family's fortune has scattered!"

Logically speaking, given the distance between me and Meng Die, I shouldn't have been able to hear her, but her voice clearly reached me. "Xiao Yan, contact the Meng family and ask what's going on there..."

Before Meng Die could finish speaking, the unlucky black dragon had silently appeared outside the coffin door.

Xiao Yan said with a pale face, "Miss, look...behind you..."

As Meng Die turned around, the unlucky black dragon not only raised its head outside the coffin door, but also grew horns and claws, roaring ferociously like a real dragon as it approached Meng Die step by step.

Xiao Yan screamed, "Quick, stop it!"

As several swordsmen drew their swords and stepped forward, Meng Die waved her hand. "It's useless. Your secret techniques are useless against fortune. Even if you sacrifice your lives, you won't be able to stop it."

Meng Die suddenly raised her voice. "My master was right. Li Po is indeed a fate-defying person. Li Po, come out, or you will regret it."