For Sam, the two-day business trip felt like a nightmare.

He didn't know how he could be so unlucky.

After the embarrassing incident in the bathroom, he finally managed to lie down and rest after a series of commotions.

But as he tried to turn over with his feet against the sofa, he accidentally kicked it so hard that it broke.

The boss's forehead bulged with veins, and he said, "Forget it, I know you didn't mean it. Sleep on the bed!"

Trembling, Sam lay at the edge of the bed...the boss held two pillows in the middle...these were all small is Diana’s.

He tactfully tried to lie as close to the edge of the bed as possible, but accidentally pressed a button--

The bed instantly turned into a massage bed and started moving!

The water was shaking!

The boss's face turned green!

He immediately rolled onto the floor to show that he really didn't mean anything...

When checking out the next day, the hotel receptionist looked at him and the boss with a smirk because of the broken sofa.

Now, Sam looked at the resignation letter in his hand...hesitating whether to quit or not?!

If he doesn't quit, the boss will surely misunderstand him.

But if he quits...this is the high-paying job he just applied for!

Sam anxiously ran his hand through his hair but decided to prioritize his own safety and quit.

He resolutely took the resignation letter to the president's office, but as soon as he entered, he made eye contact with the boss.

Sam quickly held up the resignation letter and said, "Boss, I'm here to resign! I'm sorry! I did neglect my duties the past two days!"

As soon as the boss heard him mention the past two days, his face turned green, and without saying a word, he just gestured for Sam to put the resignation letter on the desk.

The poor guy just put the resignation letter on the desk when suddenly a gust of wind blew it away, and it landed on the floor!

Sam hurried to pick it up, but the wind kept blowing, and he ended up crawling under the boss's desk to catch the letter.

As he looked up...

The boss remained silent.

Sam remained silent.

Just then, the door of the president's office was pushed open, and the boss's fiancée came in with a food box.

"Darling, you--"

"!!!"

Sam had only one thought in his mind, "I'm finished, I'm done for..."

That day, a certain company became popular on social media because of the boss's fiancée catching him in the act with a new male assistant.

Not only did they stay at a couple's hotel during the business trip, they also did inappropriate things in the office without closing the door.

And to make matters worse, the new assistant was male!

The fiancée fainted on the spot and when she woke up, she immediately broke off the engagement without hesitation.

The boss chased his fiancée in distress, pulling his hair out.

The newly hired assistant was sadly dismissed...

Sam stood in front of the company building, holding a cardboard box, looking lost.

"Oh no, you really have to listen to my explanation!" he whimpered.

A car whizzed past him, and a piece of paper hit Sam's face with a slap. He finally cried.

It's so miserable!

Why is he so unlucky?

The unlucky ghost lay on Sam's head, inhaling his musty scent comfortably.

Living like this is really comfortable!

It turns out that having a host and not having a host is really different. He didn't have a compatible host for 17 years in prison, but now he has finally found a suitable one.

Feeling himself getting stronger and stronger, the unlucky ghost was ambitious!

He had originally only wanted to get close to Clara, borrow some good luck, and make himself less unlucky.

But now that he was possessing a host, all the bad luck was the hosts, and he could draw "nutrients" from the host's bad luck to strengthen himself...

Why bother with Clara anymore!

The unlucky ghost only hoped to stay far away from Susie and Clara. Since he had already been released from prison, he didn't want to meet them again!

"My good days have finally come..." the unlucky ghost was happy.

Susie sat on the sofa in the room, waving her hands around.

"Hey!"

"Hey!"

She said dejectedly, "Master, why can't I produce a shining Eight trigrams compass!"

Expert Patriarch not only had a book at his disposal, but he could also wave his hand and produce a flashing Eight trigrams compass.

She wanted to learn too...

Mitch didn't even look up. "Practice more. I've seen the most talented geniuses..."

Forget it, he couldn't say this anymore.

Mitch put away the book in his hand and sat down beside Susie.

He reached out and held Susie's small hand.

The little girl had been eating well at the Murray family and her hand was as plump as a lotus stem... Mitch found it interesting and shook her hand.

Susie asked in confusion, "Do you need to shake it like this?"

Mitch coughed, "Uh, yes, you need to shake it."

He grabbed Susie's hand, drew a semicircle, and then quickly drew complex symbols in the air. Soon, a shining Eight trigrams compass floated up.

"Have you learned it?" he asked.

Susie's eyes widened. She saw the compass in front of her, shining like the Milky Way, so beautiful.

"Again!" she exclaimed excitedly.

Mitch fondly touched her head, pinched her wrist, and drew it again.

"Do you remember?" he asked, then paused and said, "It doesn't matter if you don't remember. The symbols are really complicated..."

But then Susie quickly drew a circle and exclaimed, "Shake it like this... Hey ya, hahaha..."

She drew a mess.

"Master, look!"

A pretty Eight trigrams compass with a butterfly knot appeared in front of me.

Mitch's mouth twitched."