Unlucky People on Unlucky Mountain

Hu Yixiao's soul drifted with the southeast monsoon to a hidden mountain in the northwest. He was unlucky in everything before his death. After his death, he had no fighting spirit, no energy at all, and didn't even bother to raise his eyelids. He was at the mercy of the wind, blowing through the treetops, passing the moon shadow, and drifting across the river until he hit a gatehouse. Hu Yixiao looked up and saw a plaque hanging on the gatehouse, with three large gilt characters written on it. Hu Yixiao sneered: The unlucky person actually has a sect. I have found an organization. In my unlucky life, I have to be a management member of this sect no matter what. After saying that, Hu Yixiao wandered into the gatehouse, with a flash of golden light, as if he had passed through some kind of barrier, and then he felt as if his dangling soul had been put into a body of flesh and blood again. Am I reborn? Hu Yixiao was very surprised. At this moment, an old man with a broom in his hand walked towards him. The old man walked quickly to Hu Yixiao and said with a smile: Welcome to the new unlucky friend. The little old man is Kong Qiu, the front office waiter of the Luckless Mountain Sect.