Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder's Record of Counterattacks

Chapter 3142: He Claimed That He Had Good Luck

“Are we going to just walk like this?” Ning Shu asked. That creature could swim incredibly fast after all.

Wen Xing stopped and divined again.

He claimed that he had good luck, but Ning Shu didn’t believe it. Fortune-telling often involved revealing heavenly secrets, which drained the practitioner’s own energy. He had good luck? He was clearly joking.

“How’s it looking?” Ning Shu asked.

“The direction hasn’t changed.”

They stopped in front of a karaoke bar. With a flick of his thumb, Wen Xing sent a copper coin spinning up into the air before catching it again.

He opened his hand to inspect the coin, then said to Ning Shu, “Let’s go in. It should be inside.”

Ning Shu didn’t really have any objections. Her task was to ensure the safety of the original host. As long as the original host survived the entire ordeal, that would be enough.

At first, she thought they could wait for the government to handle it, but Wen Xing, with his sense of duty, had dragged her into this.

But it would indeed be a good thing if they could get rid of that disgusting creature quickly.

Hopefully, other people wouldn’t have to go through what the original host did.

There were people coming and going around the karaoke bar. The karaoke bar itself was roaring with music and the sound of people singing at the top of their lungs. The lights were dim and ambiguous.

Despite that, Ning Shu and Wen Xing searched all over the place. The venue was huge, though, with many private rooms.

Suddenly, Wen Xing stopped.

Ning Shu raised her voice and asked, “What’s wrong?”

Wen Xing turned and exited the karaoke bar. Then, he threw the copper coins once more.

Ning Shu felt frustrated. She sat on the side of a flower bed and hammered at her legs.

“Did the thing run away again?”

Wen Xing frowned. “Maybe, possibly, probably.”

Ning Shu: …

“Which way did it go this time?” Ning Shu asked, ready to activate her tracking system.

“Southwest,” Wen Xing replied. “I think it smelled me and ran off.”

Ning Shu chuckled. “Did it pee on you or something?”

Even though he had already washed off everything, could the creature still smell him? That thing’s abilities were too powerful.

“Don’t worry, I’ve always had good luck,” Wen Xing said.

Holding the copper coins between his fingers, Wen Xing formed a hand seal, and golden threads strung the three coins together. The coins began to tremble and even floated out of his hand. They flew in a specific direction.

Ning Shu: …

D*mn. That thing seemed to work better even than her tracking system.

The tracking system would give her an exact location and she would have to find the way there herself.

This thing, however, actually led the way.

The coins hovered at knee height, and since it was dark outside and the coins were already dull in color, almost no one noticed them.

Wen Xing stopped by a manhole cover, which had been lifted.

Ning Shu sniffed the air and caught a whiff of something fishy.

The scent was likely left by the monster.

Wen Xing squatted down and began to put the cover back on. Ning Shu helped him, and together they closed the manhole.

There were a lot of people passing by here, it would be bad if someone fell in.

The coins led them to a bar, where people were coming and going.

Ning Shu extended her spiritual consciousness. Even without the coins, she would still be able to track the monster’s path now.

Wherever it had crawled, it left a trail of slime, like a snail.

Inside the bar, the music was deafening, and people on the dance floor were wildly shaking their bodies.

The traces left by the monster weren’t as obvious anymore.