Chapter 158

"Friend." The old butler looked at Tang Luo and the others, scrutinizing them, his tone somewhat displeased. "Miss, don't be deceived by bad people."

"Hey, how is the old man speaking!" Chu Zhongtian was unhappy, bad people?

Didn't you see he's wearing the student uniform of Shen Nai High School? How could he be a bad person.

Even if there's a bad person among the three, it's just Li Suibian in unrestrained attire, what's the point of staring at him and speaking?

"Hmph!" The old butler was furious, "Shameless little hooligans!"

"You're the hooligan! Your whole family are hooligans!" Chu Zhongtian refused to back down.

"Don't say it!" An'an said, "They are my friends, they will stay at my house for the night."

"Miss..." The old butler froze, putting on an expression of heartfelt anguish, learned bad! Learned bad!

"Alright, let's go." An'an interrupted the old butler's words.

The old butler glared fiercely at Tang Luo and the three again, then returned to the car.

An'an opened the car door, got in first, Li Suibian went to the passenger seat.

Tang Luo sat in the middle of the back seat, Chu Zhongtian sat on the other side. The luxury car's rear was spacious, three people sitting didn't feel crowded.

After Chu Zhongtian sat down, he fiddled around here and there in the car.

"What are you looking for?" An'an leaned over and asked.

"Don't these kinds of cars usually have partitions or something?" Chu Zhongtian said.

"Yes." An'an looked, pressed a button, and the partition slowly rose, separating the back seat from the front.

Li Suibian turned his head to take a look, Chu Zhongtian gestured to him.

"What do you want to say?" An'an asked.

"Don't you think this old butler has something wrong with him?" Chu Zhongtian asked, lowering his voice slightly.

An'an shook her head: "Edward has been the butler at my house for a long time, what could be wrong?"

"I mean, his appearance is really strange." Chu Zhongtian said. That butler Edward, not young, quite tall, kind-eyed and benevolent-looking, but, he happened to have a strange, exaggerated eagle-hooked nose, destroying the overall sense of harmony.

"That's true." An'an nodded.

"Also." Chu Zhongtian said, "His attitude toward you isn't like that of a servant to a master, but rather like a wicked slave bullying the master."

"Oh." An'an responded.

To be honest, she also felt a little something, but didn't pay much attention to it.

After all, she isn't actually the young lady of this world, just took over her identity and position.

Edward indeed didn't treat her as an inviolable master to be upheld, but the old butler, in a sense, could be considered of the young master's parent generation.

For example, the famous Ah Fu would also occasionally advise his old master to avoid going astray.

The car drove extremely smoothly, the old butler's driving skills were excellent, sitting inside, unless looking out the window, one could hardly feel the car moving.

After about an hour and a bit, the sky had completely darkened, the car stopped at a villa estate in the city's suburbs.

Several people got out of the car.

The old butler Edward was still angry, speaking harshly: "Miss, the cook Miss Tanaka has taken leave, been absent for several days, these days' dinners will be prepared by me."

"Oh, make more at night." An'an said.

"Understood." Edward didn't bother with Tang Luo and the others, directly opened the door and walked in, heading straight for the kitchen.

Tang Luo and the others naturally went to the spacious study on the second floor.

"Uncle Li, do you feel that butler is abnormal?" Chu Zhongtian looked at Li Suibian and asked.

"Strong and sturdy, with some killing aura, should be someone who has seen blood." Li Suibian said, implying that the butler has killed people.

The two then looked toward An'an.

An'an said: "I checked, he probably used to be a soldier, been on the battlefield."

"No wonder his temper is so violent." Chu Zhongtian said.

"There are many guest rooms in the house, bedding and such are available, after a little tidying up they can be lived in, you guys just pick whatever you like." An'an said.

"Is there a large guest room where we can stay together?" Chu Zhongtian asked.

"No, how about the big sleeping sofa in the living room?" An'an asked, suddenly remembering something, "Master Xuanzang, where is your cat?"

"It's fine, let her keep watching that corpse." Tang Luo said, as a increasingly mature dog, Xiaotianquan doesn't need him to worry about anything.

Some things aren't directed at anyone, the truth is, among the three present, none can beat the dog.

Only Li Suibian with the Drunken Sword Immortal's fate can fight Xiaotianquan to a draw, estimated to be just at that level.

"Rest well tonight, your enlightenment is still active, no danger to life." Tang Luo said, considered as giving everyone, mainly Chu Zhongtian, a reassurance pill.

Li Suibian after all has considerable strength, won't be cautious to the extent of Chu Zhongtian.

An'an's words, are like a newborn calf not afraid of tigers.

After chatting a while longer, the old butler called everyone down to eat.

They ate something similar to hot pot, the taste was quite good.

Especially An'an and Chu Zhongtian, having been "blessed by Buddhist law," consumed a lot, and after being busy all afternoon, were already starving, ate a lot.

An'an's appetite isn't that big, but Chu Zhongtian is different, eating = with momentum like a rainbow, feeling like he could eat a whole pig.

The old butler Edward attended to An'an's side, taking care of her meticulously.

After eating his fill, Chu Zhongtian slumped on the sofa and let out a loud belch, without any regard for decorum.

Tang Luo and Li Suibian watched television.

In this world, heavenly and earthly qi is quite scarce, there's no great need for breath regulation and healing.

As for An'an, she had already gone to her own room to wash up and rest.

"Hoo—hoo—"

After a while, Chu Zhongtian started snoring like thunder.

Li Suibian glanced at him, smiled, and shook his head, saying to Tang Luo: "I'll take a nap too; it's safer to have someone on watch at night."

"Okay." Tang Luo nodded and lowered the TV volume.

However, with Chu Zhongtian's thunderous snoring as accompaniment, even if the TV volume were louder, it wouldn't make much difference.

"Have some water."

After half an hour, the old butler Edward brought a steaming cup of tea, his tone still somewhat stiff.

But at least he had sent out a signal of goodwill.

"Okay." Tang Luo took it and sipped slowly.

Edward left and returned to his "servant's room" on the first floor.

After half an hour, Edward came out, saw Tang Luo still sitting there watching TV, frowned slightly, and asked: "The guest isn't planning to rest?"

"Just rest here tonight." Tang Luo said, "Sleep on the sofa."

"Alright, or should I pour the guest a drink?" Edward asked.

"No alcohol, just a beverage." Tang Luo directly treated Edward as a servant to order around.

Edward's eye twitched, he turned and went into the tea room.

After a while, he came out carrying a tray with seven or eight already-poured drinks, letting Tang Luo choose freely—his professionalism was excellent.

"Not bad." Tang Luo praised, stood up, casually picked up a cup, and drank it all in one go.

The sunken sofa regained its elasticity; Li Suibian, who had been dozing, shifted slightly, lay down on the sofa, and even let out a faint snore.

"If you need anything, I'm in my room." Edward said, returning to his servant's quarters.

Tang Luo casually drank his beverage, and within a few minutes, he had finished it all.

After about ten or so minutes, the villa's originally tightly shut main door made a "creak-creak" sound, then, as if unlocked, was pushed open.

Five tall, burly men walked in, the leader being a one-armed man with a ferocious scar on his face, eagle-like eyes sweeping over the living room and settling on Tang Luo.

"Oh?" Tang Luo's expression was half-smile, half-not.

At that moment, the servant's room also suddenly opened, and Edward rushed out: "Who are you!"

After letting out a loud shout to seize the initiative, he hurriedly charged upstairs, moving with agility, utterly unlike an old man.

Not long after, Edward dragged along the still-dazed but remarkably quick-witted An'an, dressed in sportswear for easy movement, arriving at the first-floor living room.

"Young lady, hurry and go to the safe house over there—I'll hold them off here!" Edward declared righteously.

"Safe house?" An'an rubbed her sleepy eyes, her mind a muddled mess; not only that, her temples throbbed, making her feel her head would split open.

But she instinctively—completely ignoring Edward's guidance—walked toward Tang Luo on the sofa.

Safe house?

Surely not as safe as beside Master Xuanzang; his strength, I've already witnessed today.

"Young lady, don't go over there!" Edward urged anxiously, trying to stop her, but was surrounded by three burly men, cleanly and swiftly punched with an old man's fist, and knocked to the ground.

The leader, the one-armed man, did not move, merely staring at Tang Luo.

This white-haired man who looked rather refined was extraordinarily calm—not just calm, but even carried a leisurely, spectator-like air.

"What's going on?" An'an walked to Tang Luo's side, nearly collapsing into the sofa, her eyelids heavy and hard to open.

"I'd like to know too, so I'm watching, but it doesn't seem like any demons or monsters." Tang Luo said, "Just ordinary people."

He reached out and rubbed An'an's head, performing the Enlightened·Head Rub Kill.

An'an's dazed expression slowly faded, her eyes regaining clarity.

"Your act isn't very good, Edward." The one-armed man withdrew his gaze from Tang Luo, looked at Edward held in place, and said.

Edward's anxious expression gradually faded, turning grim, and the people around him released him.

"What's going on?" An'an asked again.

"I don't know—probably after your family's wealth, or maybe after you personally, or most likely both." Tang Luo said, "I originally thought something like Chuan Shangjiangzi or other monsters would appear."

"I thought so too, which is why I've been lying here this long." Li Suibian stood up, stretched, and said, "This time, I'll handle it."

"Hmph." The one-armed man laughed, reached out, pulled a pistol, and aimed it at Tang Luo.

The others did the same.

"You two arrogant fools, wail under the might of modern weapons."

"Except for the young lady, kill them all." Edward's voice turned cold and harsh.

As his words fell, Li Suibian already kicked the heavy coffee table in front of him upward.

The drink cups, everything on the coffee table, flew up; Li Suibian reached out, randomly grabbed a few, and hurled them at Edward and the others.

The cups and such struck Edward and his companions' faces, and gunfire rang out at the same moment.

Li Suibian swayed, staggering in a drunken posture, dodging the bullets while charging at the one-armed man.

An'an pressed her body against the sofa back, her chest heaving violently, finally appearing to have some substance.

Her heart was pounding wildly.

Before her eyes, Tang Luo spread his left hand, a bullet appearing in his palm.

"Bang!"

The sound of a heavy object hitting the ground surpassed the gunshot—the coffee table kicked up by Li Suibian had just landed!