Urban Unlucky Holy Body

My name is Tiedan, and I sell skewers at Longcheng Neon Night Market. My life creed is: falling down while walking, choking while eating, and having my stall sign smashed - everyone in the neighborhood knows that this unlucky guy is not finished until he gets smashed three to five times a day. I always thought this was fate. Until the killers from the Shadow Pavilion blocked me in the night market. He said that what flows in my body is the last holy body blood of the Zhenjie clan. Translation: The more unlucky I am, the more terrifying the energy I can unleash. As soon as he finished speaking, the neon sign fell down and hit him on the head. Since then, I have been on the hunting list of global supernatural organizations. The Shadow Pavilion wants to make me a living sacrifice, and the Secret Bureau wants to use my blood to clone the army. I was carrying a sapper's shovel, and behind me stood seven lunatics who were willing to fight for me. "This is nothing."