Chapter 137: It Really Hurts

Everyone's attention had just been focused on Tang Luo and his group, and truly no one was paying attention to Huang Zhong.

After all, everyone's thoughts were still just to watch the excitement.

Huang Zhong secretly retreated when Hou Yi opened his eyes, and with a "plop" he jumped into the sea.

While sailing at sea, the sound of the sea wind and waves was enough to drown out the sound of Huang Zhong jumping into the sea.

Perhaps someone did notice, but they were just too lazy to bother.

"I was screwed by that bastard." Hou Yi said, "I thought I was done for, but I didn't expect—was it Doctor Bian who saved me?"

Hou Yi was very moved; he had just woken up, his mind still unclear, and he only noticed Bian Que vomiting blood and fainting in front of him.

He thought the other party had paid a huge price to save him.

"No, it was this Master Xuanzang who saved you." Kong Ming pointed at Tang Luo and said.

"Huh?" Hou Yi was startled, looked at Tang Luo, walked over and said, "A great kindness needs no thanks; if you ever need anything, please just command me, Master Xuanzang."

He did remember that he had wanted to buy a bow and arrow set from this Master Xuanzang as a backup.

He didn't expect that before he could buy it, the other party had already become his life-saving benefactor.

"It's fine; in the future, just do more publicity for my consecration society—whether it's consecration healing and saving people, or subduing demons and eliminating evil, or transforming ghosts and monsters, these are what I excel at." Tang Luo said.

"Good! Good! Good!"

"Master, this is my business card!"

"Master..."

Tang Luo became the focus of everyone, and this advertisement was very successful.

Getting closer to science, the martial arts myth also gained fame; basically, in the divine and demonic wanderings of Huaxia, he, Tang Xuanzang, could also be considered a celebrity.

The business expansion speed was very fast.

Tang Luo pondered that he should also start charging for services.

"Everyone, I am very interested in healing items, as well as various magical treasures from the classical xianxia mythology." Tang Luo said, "If you come to me for consecration or transformation, please prepare more of these two items."

After setting a "compensation range," after all, for the divine and demonic wanderings, money is still relatively external.

In their transactions, they use less money and more barter.

"No problem, no problem, I will definitely pay attention for the Master."

"Of course, if there are no relevant items, and you have a need, you can also come to me for consecration or transformation." Tang Luo said, "But please, mainly good people; for evil people, I may not necessarily extend a helping hand."

The Master is indeed a person of the Buddhist faith!

"Compassion in the heart!"

"Master, I now put down my butcher's knife; do you think it's still timely?"

All kinds of flattery, anyway, don't cost money—just throw them at Tang Luo.

He is even more of a "divine doctor" than Bian Que; now he's not licking the other party, but his own life.

No one dares to say they haven't suffered serious injuries and are near death, needing help.

"Hey... is no one taking care of Huang Zhong?" someone reminded.

If Hou Yi wakes up, Huang Zhong stays, they can still talk it out.

Huang Zhong directly fled, obviously in the wrong, and definitely needs to make amends.

"We will expel this person from the martial arts myth." Kong Ming said, setting the tone.

If we meet again in the future, we won't be from the same organization, and we can freely kill each other.

The way of expulsion is very simple: just cross out his name from the list.

Kong Ming and the Dragon King are both considered high-level managers of the martial arts myth, so saying this is not problematic.

Ordinary ordinary members, however, do not have this power.

However, among everyone, there is no clear hierarchy.

Kong Ming and the others are considered "serving the people," but they also have benefits; not to mention other things, the various accumulated networks and information are a valuable fortune.

The matter is temporarily settled.

Hou Yi briefly mentioned how he was tricked by Huang Zhong, warned everyone to be careful, and everyone went their separate ways.

Hou Yi also sent over the healing items he had originally prepared to trade with Tang Luo, as well as his contact information, and repeatedly said that if there is anything, he can be found, willing to go through fire and water, sparing no effort.

While thanking Tang Luo, he didn't even glance at Kong Ming and the Dragon King beside him, suggesting that the relationship among these people is indeed not good.

After Hou Yi left, Kong Ming asked: "Master, did you save Hou Yi by treating the right condition? Did Bian Que get the direction wrong?" The curiosity of smart people is always very strong.

"No." Tang Luo said, "Hou Yi was really close to death; I don't know what method he used to cling to his life. Bian Que used his skill to heal, which is fine, and you should also be able to feel the vitality contained in that spring."

The Dragon King nodded his head; many divine and demonic wanderers felt it.

"Then why couldn't he save people?" Kong Ming asked.

"Because the 'output' is not enough." Tang Luo said, "Actually, consecration to save people is similar to transformation; mainly, the output needs to be in place, sufficient to resolve most situations."

"If it cannot be resolved, it's definitely because the 'output' is not enough."

"Hahaha!" The Dragon King laughed loudly, "I think what the Master said makes perfect sense."

"..." Kong Ming was speechless for a moment, why does he always encounter bumpkins? They said birds of a feather flock together, people of the same kind gather—?

Seven days later, Tang Luo returned home with the titles "Master" and "Divine Doctor," and his advertising trip was very successful.

As for that unfortunate Doctor Bian Que, after waking up, he secretly sneaked away in a small boat.

Tang Luo felt quite regretful; he had originally planned to find him for a duel to fully utilize his remaining value.

He didn't expect the young man to be so cautious, directly running away.

Sometimes having too great a reputation is also a trouble.

During this period, Tang Luo also found a suitable place and used the new skill Dragon's Roar.

After using this skill, behind Tang Luo appeared a purple illusory dragon head larger than a person, compared to Western dragons, opening its mouth and letting out a roar.

In addition to harming living beings, it also carries a wind-blowing force effect—temporarily just blowing wind.

If the level is higher, besides sound wave damage, there is also physical damage from "raging wind sweeping across."

The power of the skill decreases as the distance from Tang Luo, the "source," increases.

Standing within ten meters of Tang Luo, even the Dragon King and Kongming felt an unbearable sharp pain in their ears, inevitably affected.

The Dragon King greatly envied Tang Luo's skill; if he had it, how wonderful, how handsome, how cool—very fitting for his title as Dragon King.

After returning home, Tang Luo began daily educating the Heavenly Hound to study hard, strive for progress, and earnestly wanted to cultivate it into a successful dog.

Life was very pleasant.

Until Qin Menglan arrived: "There's a mission—want to do it?"

"Again because of proximity?" Tang Luo asked.

"No, not exactly close." Qin Menglan said, "I don't know if it's related to Gods and Demons Walking, like a supernatural incident."

"Oh?"

Tang Luo's eyes lit up: "Do it, definitely do it—punishing evil and promoting good is the heavenly duty of a Buddhist disciple."

Supernatural incidents usually involve vengeful spirits or fierce ghosts harming people; after salvation, merit power is indispensable.

In the real world, Tang Luo had encountered mirror demons and drama queens; he didn't know what he'd encounter this time.

"How's this look? Quite expert, right?" Tang Luo looked at the car window mirror reflection, his own shadow saying.

His hair was combed backward, with a strand falling over his forehead, wearing black glasses, somewhat concealing the sharpness brought by his white hair and hairstyle.

Overall, he looked refined and elegant yet confident, giving off an elite, expert, scholar vibe.

"Not bad, much more low-key than your monk look." Qin Menglan said, dressed as an office lady.

Their identities for this mission were the "Approaching Science" column team—reporters, cameramen, and similar staff, plus Tang Luo as the accompanying expert.

As for what specialty, you name it, and within an hour, the relevant credentials will be delivered.

The reason for coming under the guise of the Approaching Science column to investigate and record a program is because the situation has somewhat blown up.

In the end, they might need to broadcast a segment that makes people shout, "You call this science?" after watching, to soothe things.

Qin Menglan was originally on vacation; this mission wouldn't have fallen to her, but thinking of Tang Luo, who loves work and finds joy in it, she took it on.

As for monitoring the fox spirit and drama queen family, it was handed over to ordinary members of the Approaching Science team.

To be honest, in terms of professional level, it's far beyond what Qin Menglan could match.

The incident occurred at a dental clinic in a small mountain town.

The town isn't large, divided into ten administrative villages, with a registered population of over ten thousand, but the actual resident population is much smaller.

Most young and middle-aged laborers have gone out to work elsewhere; the main population consists of middle-aged and elderly people.

The incident happened on a night over half a month ago.

Someone heard from "Zhang's Dental Clinic" the sound: "It hurts so much, it hurts so much."

The sound wasn't loud, but in the countryside at night, it's naturally much quieter than in the city, and elderly people are used to sleeping early and rising early.

Around, many neighbors had already sat up in bed, planning to watch a bit of TV before sleeping, and thus heard this sound.

At first, they didn't pay attention, merely assuming Zhang the dentist or someone else's TV volume was turned up a bit.

But after listening for a while, they discovered it was continuously this "It hurts so much, it hurts so much" cry, neither urgent nor slow, neither high nor low.

Maintained in that state where it could be heard at night, faint but present.

Lasting a full hour, this became somewhat strange.

The next day, someone went to ask what was going on, but Zhang the dentist had a strange expression, saying he himself hadn't heard anything.

Although everyone found it a bit odd, they didn't pay special attention.

As a result, over the following days, every night the sound could be heard, and the more they listened, the more chilling it became.

So, immediately, some elderly men and women went to the township government, having difficulties, seeking government help.

A village official, a college student, was urgently assigned to clarify the source of this "It hurts so much" sound—was it cats in heat?

As for why not call the police, although it's a township, it actually belongs to the countryside, with no police station at all.

The nearest police station is in a town over ten kilometers away, about a ten-minute drive, with only two or three stray cats, and hardly any police force.

It's impossible to say "call the police" and have them come.

The result was that the college student village official tasked with figuring out whether it was cats in heat suddenly went missing.

According to informed sources, that evening he was indeed seen wandering near the clinic.

"Arrived."

Seeing this in the documents, the car stopped, and Qin Menglan said.

"Oh." Tang Luo put away the documents, not continuing to read, "Is it a disappearance?"

"Yes, four people missing." Qin Menglan said.

"Quite a number—how will we explain this away?" Tang Luo asked.

"How else can we explain it? Just say they went out to work." Qin Menglan also seemed helpless.

Compared to uncovering the truth and resolving the matter, covering it up is even harder.

It's not like a domestic horror film where ending with "it was all a dream" neatly wraps it up.

Why the Approaching Science program is so funny, they don't want it that way—they've really tried their best.

Can we say the child is possessed by a ghost? Just let the pitiful kid take the blame.

Anyway, since they're already taking the blame for the ghost, let them take the blame for the pot too.