Chapter 43

After solving the skeleton little demon's matter and sending away Hei and Bai Wuchang, they were finally considered to have solved another trial.

However, looking at the expressions of Nezha and the others, it seemed that they were not relieved.

"What's wrong? Is there any other demon?"

Yang Jian stood by the window, his third Heavenly Eye already opened. His expression was very serious: "There is still yin energy floating in this town, as if it remains and hasn't dissipated."

"Hundreds of miles away from here, the yin energy is thick and black, and there is a hidden blood light and evil spirit."

Tang An also came to look at the window frame, and she also opened the Eye of Breaking Delusion to look. But the low-profile flaw of the Eye of Breaking Delusion is that she can't see that far.

However, she could see the yin energy in the town.

Before, Tang An thought it was the yin energy in the town that didn't dissipate caused by the skeleton little ghost. But the skeleton little ghost had already been taken away by Hei and Bai Wuchang, but the yin energy here still hadn't completely dissipated.

"Are there still little ghosts gathering?"

The more Tang An thought about it, the more wrong it felt, "If there were really so many yin energy and little ghosts, it would be impossible for Hei and Bai Wuchang not to find it when they came here just now."

Thinking of this, Tang An "pa" slapped the window frame. "They must be able to see it, and they must know that there is a skeleton little ghost making trouble in this town."

"They chose to turn a blind eye, and in front of us, they pretended not to know about this."

"Such behavior only has two explanations; either the underworld has made a big mess and released some disaster into the human world."

"Or, that disaster is too big, and the underworld doesn't want to intervene to manage it."

"It's not Hei and Bai Wuchang turning a blind eye, it's the Ten Yama Kings of Hell, all turning a blind eye!"

If it was really as she said, then this matter would not be ordinary.

Tang An shivered, her scalp numb. "It's over, this time I've encountered a real big trouble, can't I be finished?"

Nezha dragged Tang An by the back of her collar and pulled her back. "With us here, who can hurt you."

"Yes yes yes." Tang An looked at the three killing gods, and her sense of security came back.

Yang Jian is the Judicial God; if a real big demon comes out and disturbs the order of the underworld and the human world, he has to manage it.

"Nezha, Monkey Brother, you protect Master here, I'll go to the underworld."

Without waiting for Nezha and Sun Wukong to speak, Yang Jian escaped.

"Old Sun will go too, wait~"

Sun Wukong is naturally playful and active; how could he not follow to join in the fun for such a lively thing.

The two of them left, and only Nezha and Tang An were left in the room, plus a dog and a fox.

"Are you scared?" Nezha sat down and poured himself a cup of tea.

Tang An looked around weakly; she was really feeling empty in her heart now.

"Don't talk nonsense, even the Judicial God has come out in person, this matter must be big."

"Out of breath."

"Hey!" Tang An raised her sandbag-sized fist, "Rebellious disciple, don't think I dare not beat you."

Nezha rolled his eyes at her, "With Little Master protecting you, what are you afraid of?"

"That's right." Tang An looked at the three big thighs she hugged, and currently only Nezha was left, so she couldn't help but feel insufficient. "What if you can't beat them?"

"There are really not many big demons in this world that Little Master can't beat." Nezha proudly raised his chin, "You wouldn't think that Little Master's reputation came from nothing, would you?"

"Okay, I shouldn't have asked this sentence." Tang An smacked her lips; this ruthless person is the existence that kills eight hundred enemies even if he loses one thousand two.

As the saying goes, the fierce are afraid of the stunned, and the stunned are afraid of those who don't want their lives.

Exactly, Nezha's fighting style is not wanting his life. As long as he can win, he doesn't care if he dies or not.

"Hey, Nezha."

"Yeah?"

"Can you not play with your life when you fight in the future? If you can't beat them, let's run. If it really doesn't work, let's move the rescue soldiers and fight back."

"Why?"

"No why, I am your master, I am afraid that one day you will play your life away." Suddenly Tang An's heart was sour.

"I'm afraid I'm not as powerful as Taiyi Zhenren, afraid I can't save you."

Nezha stopped the teacup he was about to put in his mouth and looked at Tang An unexpectedly. There was the surprise of being cared for, warmth, and the sudden discomfort of being cared for, as well as the helplessness when seeing Tang An's serious expression.

"Speak?" Tang An looked at Nezha's eyes seriously.

Nezha drank water to cover up his emotional fluctuations, and said stiffly: "I'll try."

"Okay." Tang An didn't expect that she could change Nezha's thoughts in a few words.

If Nezha wasn't that ruthless person, then he wouldn't be Nezha the Third Prince.

She didn't mean that she had to change Nezha into not Nezha; she was just afraid of that scene in Chentang Pass, afraid that Nezha would fight for his life again, and she really couldn't save him.

By that time, what kind of mood would she, the master, be in.

Nezha saw the loss and hidden sadness in Tang An's eyes, and didn't know what he was thinking while lowering his eyes.

"Got it."

"Got what?"

"Got it means got it, talkative." Nezha awkwardly turned his head away and continued to drink tea cup after cup.

"Nezha, are you very thirsty?" He didn't eat anything spicy or salty.

"None of your business."

"Tsk, you are guilty, I saw it." Tang An leaned over, asking with a standard melon-eating smile: "What are you guilty about?"

Nezha leaned too close to Tang An, so he turned his face to the other side.

Tang An tilted her head, looking at Nezha sideways. "You're guilty? You swallowed your saliva, you must be guilty!"

She purely belongs to flirting without knowing it, and Nezha was teased by her until his face was about to turn red.

"I suddenly remembered... um!" Nezha fled in a panic, and even the excuse he found was the same as Tang An's.

But as soon as he thought of Tang An's safety, he didn't dare to be too far away.

Then, he escaped to the roof of Tang An's room, ran here to dissipate heat, and looked at the stars.

"Hey, Nezha, look at the stars and take me with you."

"Troublesome." Nezha took a lollipop and stuffed it into his mouth, "You'd better stay in the room yourself, lest you get scared again."

Tang An was so angry she put her hands on her hips, "Hmph! Stingy ghost."

She flicked her ponytail and went back to the room.

Nezha saw her enter the room and then took back his gaze, lying on the roof, looking at the starry sky with his hands behind his neck.

In his mind, it was all the words Tang An said to him just now.

"Is Little Master that ruthless?"

"No."

"Hmm, definitely not."

Nezha didn't know what he was thinking, his toes tapped, and his mood looked good.

Until an incense stick later.

Tang An was about to fall asleep on the bed, and Yang Jian and Sun Wukong came back from the underworld.

She was pulled up for a temporary meeting, listening to a few sentences with a confused head, almost falling asleep.

But she seemed to hear a name, and suddenly became energetic again.

"Who?"

"Bai Qi?"

Tang An stood up and patted the table, "Butcher Bai Qi? The one who doesn't take orders for less than one hundred thousand?"

"What one hundred thousand orders?" Nezha escaped back from the roof.

"One hundred thousand... heads..."

"Don't talk, my scalp is a bit numb." She needs to be quiet, needs to be quiet.

"Wait..."

Tang An felt a chill on her neck. "After Wuzhuang Temple is the Three Strikes on the White Bone Demon..."

"Damn! The White of the White Bone Demon, can't it be the Bai of Bai Qi!"