Chapter 150

Although the Wind-Piercing Spear still has a special feature: although it looks like a bone sword, it can actually transform into a bone whip.

It is very suitable for ambushing people during combat.

Since it is equipment, the scabbard is not needed.

The "Gods and Demons" impose no restrictions on storing equipment.

It is like having a "portable space" where one or two or three items can all be stored away.

The release speed is just slow. For Gods and Demons Walkers, taking out equipment before battle is also a basic operation—though some who think highly of themselves and are very confident do not do this, then either do not take out their equipment or get killed shortly after taking it out.

Tang Luo found one in the desk drawer and rummaged through some documents.

His workplace is called Shennai High School, giving a feeling of the Sakurajima (Japanese-style) vibe from some anime.

Afterwards, Tang Luo continued searching for useful items; the desk in front of him was not an ordinary simple desk.

It was more like the desks in university dormitories with beds above and desks below.

On one side was a wardrobe, on the other side a "book cabinet".

After taking off the mission suit and changing into more casual clothes, Tang Luo picked up the found keys and phone and walked out of the room.

Outside was a balcony-style corridor, somewhat like a teaching building—outside the room was a corridor, with staircases on both sides going up and down.

However, this house only has two floors, is relatively low, and has only one staircase; Tang Luo's room is at the end of the second-floor corridor, while the other side has the downward staircase.

Besides Tang Luo's room door, there are three other doors on the corridor walls.

Judging by the spacing and the windows beside the doors, these three rooms are all somewhat larger than Tang Luo's room.

Tang Luo reached out and touched the doorknob of the nearest room, and some dust got on his fingers; obviously, no one lives in this room.

The middle one, the window inside is pitch black, with no light leaking out.

Regardless of whether anyone lives there, at least no one is inside now.

The one closest to the staircase, however, does have light shining out.

Tang Luo walked over, knocked on the door, and could hear footsteps inside, but no one opened the door for Tang Luo.

It seemed someone was observing who was outside through the peephole on the other side of the door.

There are no lights on the corridor; this two-story house is built beside the road, and outside there is a small courtyard, barely aided by the streetlight's glow, so the corridor does not become completely dark.

After a while, the door was opened, revealing a slightly fatigued face.

A middle-aged woman asked: "Anything wrong? Teacher Tang."

It seems she knows Tang Luo, which is good news.

"Speaking of which, you might not believe it, but I just—well, at least tonight, I fell in my room and got amnesia; many memories have become blurred. So I'd like to ask you for advice." Tang Luo said.

"Ah?" The middle-aged woman's expression was very surprised.

"It's true." Tang Luo had a sincere expression.

"..."

About half an hour later, Tang Luo went downstairs along the stairs, exploring in the night this small city that is neither outstanding nor inferior.

He, Tang Luo, a high school teacher who moved here half a month ago, is employed, temporarily employed at Shennai High School.

As for this mission world, at least this city gives Tang Luo the feeling of having a very "anime Sakurajima style".

Such as the architectural styles in anime like Doraemon, Crayon Shin-chan, night shifts, and electric trains.

Many people's hair is also colorful; Tang Luo's white hair is not at all conspicuous.

It feels completely unreal, very two-dimensional.

No matter how you look at it, it does not seem like a world capable of becoming a survival mission; instead, it is more suitable for leisure and retirement.

If you think that way, you are definitely very wrong.

Tang Luo has no doubt that tomorrow morning, after waking up and going to work, a large group of zombies will suddenly emerge around him, leading to a Nako Apocalypse.

"Just follow the routine for about a week; if no other Gods and Demons Walkers are found, then go about my own business." While strolling around, Tang Luo formulated this "plan".

"At 10 p. m., the streets will have hardly anyone, not even a single donor for alms."

Adjusting his glasses, Tang Luo felt a bit regretful; he chose to walk on quiet streets.

Not only were there very few pedestrians, but he also did not encounter any kind donors who would allow him to beg for alms.

He had already checked his financial situation, based on the thickness of his wallet and the purchasing power of the currency.

If Shennai High School does not give him a sum of money within half a month, he will have to live on drinking northwest wind.

Can Elder Tang be a poor person?

Certainly not; besides familiarizing himself with the environment, going out for a stroll late at night is mostly for begging for alms.

Suddenly, he felt nostalgic for the Gutting Gang he met in the first mission world.

Kind donors, where are you?

Suddenly, Tang Luo saw a person standing under a dim streetlight.

Dressed in an urban beauty OL outfit, back turned to him; although his face could not be seen, his posture was very graceful.

Tang Luo did not walk over; on such a night, having such a person standing under a streetlight.

Based on Tang Luo's rich experience, he judged that there is definitely a problem!

Having a problem, Tang Luo does not mind it, but he is somewhat worried whether this thing will be a fuse or trigger.

That would break the surface calm, "the gears of the mission start turning".

Leading to the death of other Gods and Demons Walkers—I do not kill Bo Ren, but Bo Ren dies because of me.

That would not be good.

Mission stuff, we should still try to complete it as much as possible, with no downsides, why not?

"Go on, go on." Tang Luo turned around, first noting this place; if there is no progress in seven days, come back to trigger it again?

However, Tang Luo had not taken two steps when a noisy sound came from behind.

Ah, later I grabbed that guy—

Awesome, awesome!

A group of people made the sounds of petty thugs, slowly approaching, then abruptly stopped.

Tang Luo turned his head and saw five or six teenagers with colorful hair, staring at the beauty under the streetlight.

"Miss, alone."

One of them smiled and stepped forward to speak.

As soon as he finished speaking, he got slapped on the back of the head.

Another person came from behind with a chokehold, nearly dragging that guy into the nearby alley.

The others, though a bit dazed, quickly followed.

"... The script is wrong." Tang Luo shook his head.

Normal development shouldn't be this woman being some dangerous element, wiping out these thugs.

Or perhaps she's just an ordinary person, and at the crucial moment, Tang Luo steps forward to happily save people and collect alms, even gaining merit power.

Double happiness.

What do you mean by suddenly turning on each other and fleeing?

Tang Luo felt it necessary to get to the bottom of it, and incidentally collect some alms.

"What are you doing?" Like a helpless woman dragged into the alley, Thug A angrily broke free from his companions' restraint.

"What are you doing?" Another thug retorted.

"Going to hit on someone, saw a beauty." Thug A said, "You guys don't make a move, I will." Naturally.

So, some people shouldn't complain why even thugs have girlfriends—do you have their initiative?

"Are you an idiot? Haven't you heard the recent rumors?"

"What rumors?"

"Midnight murder ghost—several people have gone missing."

"You believe that too?"

"I do. My friend went missing, and to this day, no corpse has been found."

"Oh, I see. So you suspect that woman is related to some murder ghost? Sharp insight."

"Yeah. Who are you?" The relatively sharp one, whom we'll call the Smart Thug, was suddenly startled.

At the alley entrance, unknown when, a man stood.

White hair, wearing glasses, a faint smile on his face, half his face illuminated by the streetlight, the other half hidden in shadow.

"Exorcising Demons and Eliminating Evil·Enlightened Society President, my surname is Tang." Tang Luo stepped forward a few paces, extended one hand, and said.

"Tang... Tang President?" The Smart Thug instinctively reached out to shake.

These guys, at most high school graduates, still in the phase of forming cliques, thinking walking down the street with legs splayed, in a posture like after circumcision, is cool and flashy.

Others glance at them, they immediately glare back, liking to let out monster-like cries like "Ah——" before fighting.

Being temporarily suppressed by Tang Luo's "elite aura" radiating from his status as a social elite, they hadn't reacted yet.

"Well, I've recently been investigating the murder ghost case." Tang Luo withdrew his hand and said, "I want you to provide some help."

"Hey! Who do you think you are!" Thug A reacted quickly, lifted his head, and tried to look at Tang Luo through his nostrils.

"I already introduced myself." Tang Luo said with a smile, "I need you to provide some help."

"I don't know much." The Smart Thug said.

"No problem, the help I need isn't about information." Tang Luo laughed, "My meaning is, to investigate this matter, I need some sponsorship."

Several thugs froze, including the Smart Thug.

Then came an exaggerated, unrestrained, and very deliberate burst of laughter.

They were only used to extorting others, never expecting someone would dare to extort them?

Tang Luo waited calmly, smiling faintly, for them to finish laughing.

They laughed for a good five minutes, until they were out of breath before stopping.

The scene was somewhat awkward.

They saw no emotional fluctuation on Tang Luo's face; looking at them, their gaze was like that of someone caring for a mentally disabled child.

They might be useless in other ways, but they're extremely sensitive to this kind of gaze—after all, everyone out here hustling cares most about face.

"You're looking for—"

Before the threatening words were finished, the thugs all fell silent, involuntarily widening their eyes, looking behind Tang Luo.

Tang Luo slowly turned around; the beauty who had been standing under the streetlight earlier, unknown when, had already arrived at the alley entrance.

She wore a white mask covering most of her face.

Only a pair of beautiful eyes and willow-leaf eyebrows were visible.

But her smooth black long hair and graceful figure gave a stunning impression.

"Am I beautiful?" The beauty faced Tang Luo, opened her mouth to ask, voice carrying a hint of allure, making blood surge.

Tang Luo heard someone behind him swallow saliva.

"If you don't take off the mask, how can I see?" Tang Luo said, since she came to him, refusing would be inappropriate.

Originally planning to stay low-key for a few days, now he changed his mind—just being spontaneous.

"Really? You want to see my mouth?" The beauty reached toward her ear, didn't immediately remove it, and countered.

"No, the poor monk only wants to redeem you." Tang Luo changed his address, reached out, and grabbed the person's neck in front of him.

The contact felt icy cold, as if he weren't choking a neck, but had grabbed ice dug from the depths of the polar regions!