Chapter 125: Knocking on the Door!

Oh, there is still one similarity: they both have snake spirits.

But judging from the letter and what the earth-binding spirit said, the snake spirit here doesn't seem to be an evil demon; it's more like it was forced into becoming one by the villagers.

In the end, it let these villagers reap what they sowed.

"……The mission hasn't failed, so she definitely isn't Grandpa. Then the Grandpa we need to save is that old monk?" Everyone looked at each other.

Suddenly, from being a good person fighting the snake spirit to save Grandpa, they turned into villains helping "Fahai" beat up the lovebirds.

Zhao Gailun said accepting this was hard to swallow.

"Alright." Jin Gang stretched his shoulders and walked toward the direction outside the village; saving a "Fahai" doesn't make one that evil.

Outside, there's still a real big villain who needs to suppress the snake spirit.

Master Xuanzang's identity is also that of a monk, which should have been obvious earlier; this mission isn't about the Calabash Brothers at all—it's the Legend of the White Snake!

The others followed suit, taking the earth-binding spirit outside the village, which counted as freeing it.

Upon reaching the edge, everyone saw Tang Luo sitting on a stone in the clearing opened up by Eldest Brother.

Beside him lay several more headless corpses, along with scattered snake heads.

Judging by the clothing colors on the corpses, they were respectively Second Brother with Thousand-Mile Eyes and Wind-Ears, Third Brother Copper Head and Iron Arms, impervious to blades and spears, and Fourth and Fifth Brothers who spit fire and water.

In just about half an hour, this many snake-altered Calabash Brothers had appeared.

And they were all dealt with by Master Xuanzang alone?

As soon as we came out, we saw Chang Wei beat Lai Fu to death.

Leave some soup for me, Master!

Although we thought that, everyone definitely wouldn't say something like taking advantage and still acting cute.

"Huh?" Zhao Gailun, gripping the last earth-binding spirit about to leave, walked to the village's edge and suddenly felt an immense resistance.

It prevented him from leaving, or rather, prevented the earth-binding spirit in his hand from leaving.

"They really can't leave if they don't walk." Zhao Gailun muttered inwardly, then increased his force, forcibly pushing the earth-binding spirit outward.

After flying for a while, at the moment he pushed the earth-binding spirit out, he suddenly realized what Xuanzang's "Thousand Hands XX" had actually accomplished.

No wonder his mission differed from everyone else's—it was to suppress the snake spirit.

Probably, only this monk could actually achieve that.

Zhao Gailun couldn't help but admit that, in Xuanzang's heart, they were really on the same level as pet cats.

No problem at all; Zhao Gailun felt he could write a "weak" character on his forehead.

"When we encounter the snake spirit, let's just run." Zhao Gailun said, saying that in life, when one ought to follow one's inner feelings, one definitely should.

"Huh?" Jin Gang said, "I still want to give it a try; anyway, with the Master here, opportunities are rare—might as well not hit if not hitting."

Fighting with a backer—how exhilarating, to clash with the strong and yet not die, to boost one's chances—such opportunities are rare indeed.

"I'm afraid that if Master Xuanzang tangles with the snake spirit, we won't even have a chance to run." Zhao Gailun said.

Jin Gang gave Zhao Gailun a strange look—this kid wasn't the least believing in Master Xuanzang, so why the sudden shift from arrogance to respect?

Is it because of those few corpses of the snake-altered Calabash Brothers?

Is their deterrent power really that great?

"Whatever Master Xuanzang says, we'll just do it." Jin Gang said, no need to think—just follow the Master.

"Meow!"

Qin Menglan's shoulder-mounted Tiangou barked, this time not just a warning but lashing out with a paw.

Where the Tiangou's paw swept, a human figure instantly appeared.

Several tears on the chest exposing white bone.

Similarly short and sturdy build, blue attire—it was the Sixth Brother who could turn invisible.

Being snatched out by the Tiangou's paw, the Sixth Brother's body blurred for a moment, about to vanish again.

But Qin Menglan and these demonic-walking companions aren't pushovers; beside him, Li Qing let out a fierce shout and had already unleashed the Wind God Leg!

This time it wasn't just "vigorous grass in the wind," but the "Furious Storm and Rain"!

Leg strikes like a downpour pouring down, leg momentum like a raging gale, completely enveloping where the Sixth Brother stood.

Even if the Sixth Brother re-invisibilized, as long as his speed didn't exceed Li Qing's leg, he'd surely not escape the attack range.

Moreover, several howling sonic booms connected in succession, several stones shot forth simultaneously, one aimed at the Sixth Brother not yet fully vanished.

The others sealed the gaps between the leg shadows.

Nowhere to dodge—could only block!

The Sixth Brother's mouth gaped wide; several snake heads used it as an outlet, rushing out in panic, nearly tearing his own skull apart.

Leg shadows, stones, and snake heads collided together.

The Sixth Brother retreated several steps, leaving only one snake head intact; the rest were utterly destroyed.

His body in a state of faint visibility: "Mother, you won't let us off……" the snake head twisted, speaking human words.

"Then, can you take us to find your mother?" Tang Luo's hand reached from behind, grabbing the Sixth Brother's last snake head and pulling upward.

Pulling the snake head directly out of the body, these snakes were very like the ones Tang Luo had seen on the tiger before.

Half normal snake body, the other half connected to the spine.

In Tang Luo's hand, the Sixth Brother's snake kept writhing continuously, including half the spine as well.

"Lead the way." Tang Luo shook his hand twice; the "Sixth Brother Snake" in his hand instantly went soft and boneless, looking as if it had no bones.

"Can it still lead the way like this?" Qin Menglan couldn't help but ask.

Earlier she had also planned to make a move, but others resolved it too quickly.

Jin Gang narrowed his eyes, watching Yunxiao Huan and Li Qing—those two moves just now weren't ordinary skill at all.

"As long as it can show the way." Tang Luo looked at the Sixth Brother Snake and said, "What do you think?"

The snake that turned into a gourd baby just now was actually a piece that appeared, and Tang Luo dealt with it in one go; this sixth baby should have been hiding in the dark, a step slow.

"Mother, I won't let you go..." the sixth baby snake repeated, life and death swiftly dissipating, actually choosing suicide—how fierce.

"Forget it." Tang Luo tossed it aside, "You didn't say we'd eventually find it, did you? Come on, Flying Stone."

A group of people headed toward the village's southwest, to find the Flying Stone mentioned in the letter.

That place should be the turning point of the matter.

That letter, the description of the earth-bound spirit villagers, allows everyone to infer such a story.

Originally, the snake spirit should have chosen to leave, but was deceived by a girl forced by the villagers to go near the Flying Stone, and then what happened?

This Flying Stone place is very important.

I just can't understand why ordinary villagers would press so hard on a snake spirit.

Is their boldness too fat? Is it because of the old monk's backing, or were they bewitched by the old monk?

"I'm increasingly feeling we're not the good guys." Zhao Gailun, whose dream was to be a justice partner, couldn't help but say.

After the crowd left, one of the relatively intact snake bodies scattered on the ground suddenly moved, rolling to a nearby bone, slowly opening its mouth.

……

Heading southwest, the crowd found no Flying Stone, but instead discovered a large open space.

Unlike the surrounding area, which could be considered lush "forest".

On this open space, not a blade of grass grew, only dirt; there was no Flying Stone, but there was a "Flying Stone trace".

"Where should we go now?" Zhao Gailun asked.

"Knock on the door." Tang Luo said.

"Knock on the door?"

"The snake spirit should live underground." Tang Luo lifted his foot, he hadn't forgotten his journey through the "underground world" and the snake demon nest he encountered.

Besides the snake spirit gang, what else in this mountain range could create such underground passages?

Tang Luo barged into others' "homes" causing chaos, even destroying the snake spirit's "fish tank", which brought forth the snake-transforming gourd babies.

Now, knocking at a special position, the host should come out to greet, right?

If not welcoming, the "tyrant" really wants to overturn the whole "home".

But before Tang Luo could set foot to knock, the ground beneath him suddenly shuddered.

With the experience Tang Luo provided last time, everyone reacted quickly this time, almost lunging outward the moment they felt the tremor.

Only Tang Luo remained standing in place, his right foot lightly landing.

At the moment he landed, a huge black shadow burst from the ground one meter ahead, shooting skyward.

"Snake—it's a centipede spirit!"

Zhao Gailun exclaimed.

The burly creature that emerged was not a giant snake, but a black centipede.

Larger by a circuit than the stone pillar Tang Luo threw out, just the part emerging from the ground exceeded twenty meters, its form extremely ferocious.

The centipede legs on both sides were like huge black sabers; the head had a mouth with two rows of sharp teeth, while the sides bore even larger black "sabers", curving and interlocking in front into an X shape, enough to cleave prey at the waist, combined with the toothed mouth forming a ferocious mouthpart.

On the mouth was inlaid a face, unknown whether it was a villager from the village.

The black centipede burst from the ground, body straight, in the sky it made a sudden sharp turn downward, forming an inverted U, its massive head lunging straight at Tang Luo ahead.

Facing this impact capable of shattering stone and splitting metal, Tang Luo did not counterattack, but temporarily avoided its edge, retreating backward.

The huge black centipede slammed headfirst into the ground, and in the blink of an eye burrowed back in.

After Tang Luo's retreat, just as he landed, his toe tapped again, his body flashed sideways; the spot where he had just stood, the ground collapsed underground.

The black centipede burst from the ground again, its saber-like legs almost brushing Tang Lo's side.

This time missed, the black centipede did not continue to raise its body, but coiled and wrapped toward Tang Luo, intending to strangle and tear him apart.

However, before the encircling formation formed, Tang Luo dodged with greater speed.

Dodging three times in succession, step by step heart-stopping, appearing thrilling, dangers everywhere, perilously close.

On that side, Qin Menglan had just steadied herself after pushing open, and already she had drawn Tang Luo's borrowed cyan-gray bow.

But the black centipede and Tang Luo's speed were truly too fast; Qin Menglan, not a professional archer, shot several arrows in succession, all missing, and began to pant.

The consumption of blood-and-qi arrows was much greater than that of blood-and-qi pellets.