Chapter 49

"Sneaking away? I'm afraid it's too late for that."

Tang An had considered this plan, but their attitude toward Bai Qi was unclear. Given his military strategies, if he had already set a trap waiting for them, it would be impossible for them to slip away unnoticed.

What's more, a man had just abruptly rushed out in front of the group.

The man looked to be about twenty years old, with multiple scratches from wild beasts on his body. On his chest, there was a wound that looked like it had been clawed by a bear, tearing his clothes and revealing glimpses of his white pectoral and abdominal muscles.

He looked like a handsome scholar, his face pale, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, as he fell squarely in front of the four master and disciples.

Tang An "slurped" her drool and walked over to take a look.

You have to admit, spirits really know how to seduce people. This fragile look—he was a total "cream-faced" pretty boy; who could resist that?

"Squelch—"

The sound of a spear piercing flesh rang out. The man, dead.

Tang An didn't even need to think or look; she knew it must have been Nezha who acted.

"What a pity, I hadn't seen enough yet."

After all, it was a rare, fragile-looking handsome guy. Her journey so far had been too plain and boring; she was almost becoming a real nun.

Nezha walked over, pressed his hand on top of Tang An's head, and twisted her head around.

"What is there to look at with him?"

"Yes, yes, yes, you are the best-looking." Tang An immediately buttered him up; flattery literature was most effective on Nezha.

Sure enough, as soon as Tang An praised him, he puffed out his cheeks and looked into the distance.

No need to guess, Brother Secretly-Pleased was secretly pleased again.

"Master, don't blame Nezha; this is just a monster." Sun Wukong came over to explain, fearing Tang An might have some unnecessary misunderstanding.

Tang An was not Tang Sanzang; she wasn't that annoying. Besides, whether it was a monster or not, she had the Eye of Truth and had seen it long ago.

The one stabbed to death by Nezha just now was also a skeleton ghost.

No, not a small ghost; it should be a ghost with some cultivation.

Could it be that she was the White Bone Spirit? And the White Bone Spirit wasn't Bai Qi?

Or was there some connection between the White Bone Spirit and Bai Qi?

They couldn't be husband and wife or father and daughter, could they?

"Master, don't worry about it; let's continue on our way, continue on our way."

Just as Sun Wukong finished speaking, they heard a series of eerie cries, the sound shrill and carrying a miserable tone, somewhat frightening.

"Stop playing god and acting like a devil, come out!"

Nezha pointed his Fire-Tipped Spear, and an old woman walked out of the black mist ahead. She looked to be in her sixties, her hair gray and somewhat messy.

"A few travelers passing by, have you seen my son?"

"My poor son~ he was taken by that black... in the mountains."

"Pfft!"

Without any buildup, without giving any buffer, Nezha's Fire-Tipped Spear stabbed forward again.

Before the old woman fell, she spat out fresh blood, and what she said in her mouth was unclear.

It seemed to be saying... "You don't play by the rules of martial arts."

"That head is really hard." Tang An kicked the old woman's corpse in front of her; it was still a fresh corpse.

If you didn't know better, you'd really think Nezha had killed a mortal.

If Tang Sanzang were here, he would probably have already started arguing with Nezha.

No, he would probably be chanting the Tight-Fillet Spell, and then Nezha would have stabbed him along with the monster.

Fortunately, fortunately, she hadn't entered Buddhism, wasn't some holy mother, and could clearly see that both of them were transformed by skeleton monsters.

"Master, these skeleton monsters are so persistent; one died, and another came."

Sun Wukong also found it a novelty; he had never seen anyone who would die once deceived, die again when deceived, and still rush to their deaths.

Tang An shook her head, "There are more than two."

So this is how the "Three Strikes on the White Bone Spirit" is played out.

If they could clear the level so easily, the days until they reached Lingshan would be getting closer and closer. It's a pity that those gods and Buddhas love to find trouble for them whenever they have nothing to do.

The "Three Strikes on the White Bone Spirit" is easy to fight, but if they really fought Bai Qi, with two "Law of Heaven and Earth" activated, it would be better to just go and fight the Heavenly Court directly.

Hey! That's a good idea!

Tang An opened her mouth to speak, only to see another old man walk out of the black mist.

No need to ask, it was that skeleton monster coming again.

"You are not just persistent; your head is really hard." Tang An hurriedly blocked Nezha, "Keep a live one; we need to ask questions."

As Nezha held his head high, Yang Jian and Sun Wukong had already blocked the skeleton monster's path.

"You, you guys, who exactly are you!"

The White Bone Spirit still wanted to put on an act, but she really couldn't keep it up anymore.

Fighting once was fine, fighting twice she accepted, but fighting three times—did they really think she could resurrect infinitely!

They were bullying the monster too much!

"Are you the White Bone Spirit?" Tang An asked the question she most wanted to ask.

"So what if I am?"

"Who is Bai Qi to you?"

"Bai Qi is naturally my father!" The White Bone Spirit stopped pretending and transformed into her original appearance.

She wore a dress like mourning clothes, adorned with paper scraps, and had a stand-up collar formed by skeletons on her back.

As for her looks, she was the pure type, the kind that looks better the simpler they are.

"How about it, scared now?" The White Bone Spirit was the spoiled little princess of White Bone Mountain; in this White Bone Mountain, who dared to provoke her?

She had already prepared to see the scene of Tang An and her disciples being shocked, but their expressions didn't seem to have any fluctuation. In fact, they didn't even put her in their eyes at all.

"Hey! I am the daughter of the God of Killing, Bai Qi. Do you know that by provoking me, you've kicked an iron plate!"

However, no matter how she shouted, Tang An and the others seemed to ignore her.

It seemed that provoking her wasn't like kicking an iron plate, but more like kicking cotton. No, maybe not even cotton.

She wanted to escape, but before she could move, she was surrounded by a Fire-Tipped Spear and a Three-Pointed Double-Edged Spear in front and behind.

"My master still has questions to ask; if you don't want to die, be honest." Nezha was a person with no patience; except for having a good face for Tang An, even if the other party was as beautiful as a fairy, in his eyes, she was just a pink skeleton.

So for him, there was no such thing as cherishing the fair and pitying the jade.

Tang An pinched her chin and thought, looking at the White Bone Spirit, then at White Bone Mountain.

"White Bone Mountain, her father's. A million underworld soldiers, her father's. So many monsters and demons, her father's."

"Hey, hey, hey!" The White Bone Spirit interrupted, "I suspect you are scolding me, but I have no evidence."

Saying "her father's" every other sentence, is she really not scolding people?

Yang Jian raised his hand to chant a spell and pinch a seal, and the White Bone Spirit screamed in fright and squatted on the ground.

After the scream, she discovered that she seemed to have been remotely muted and couldn't make a sound.

"The White Bone Spirit looks like she came to deliver her head, and she delivered it three times with a hard head. It seems this is the God of Killing, Bai Qi, giving us a greeting gift."

Tang An could almost conclude that Bai Qi knew they were coming and had no intention of becoming enemies with them.

Since there was no intention of becoming enemies, that would be easy to handle.

"Ahem."

Tang An cleared her throat and redeemed a handheld megaphone from the system.

"This mountain was opened by you, this tree was planted by you; if you want us to pass through there, you should at least show your face, right?"

Since there was no intention of becoming enemies, they had to show their faces and chat, right?

Mainly, Tang An didn't want to climb White Bone Mountain. Just thinking about the scene of stepping on skeletons under her feet made her hair stand on end and gave her goosebumps all over.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew in the mountains, coupled with gusts of gloomy wind, blowing so hard that people couldn't open their eyes at all.

Tang An's small body was almost blown away, pushed forward several steps, and bumped into someone.

"Sorry, you didn't..."

Hehe, isn't it over?