Chapter 160: Do You Think It's Like?

Edward woke up in pain, just waking up and not yet having time to stand up, when someone continued to output against him, a flurry of punches and kicks, beating him until his nose was blue and his face swollen.

Realizing that he couldn't wake up because of the hypnotic drug, and almost being killed by this guy, Chu Zhongtian would not go easy on him.

After beating him, he then asked breathlessly: "What do you want to do?"

"Young lady, young lady." Edward ignored Chu Zhongtian, but looked at An'an, his expression simply like a wildcat howling in spring.

"You're really a pervert." Chu Zhongtian said, "By the way, I read a manga that said it was just the old butler having ideas about the young lady, and then this and that, and finally even the old man joined in to do the ghost father——forget it, I won't say this."

It can be seen that he is still somewhat emotionally agitated.

A demon that can kill people in dreams, this is not easy to deal with.

Even if there is a thigh beside him, there is no thigh in dreams, how can Chu Zhongtian hold on?

Chu Zhongtian, who originally thought it was secure, now panicked in his heart.

"Let's practice." Tang Luo said, "These people are more suitable."

Already tired of listening to Edward's "story," Chu Zhongtian had just summarized and it should be closer.

"I'll go get the 'weapons'." An'an said, standing up and running patter-patter-patter into the kitchen.

Not long after, she came out holding two square cutting boards, with handles extending out, like two pig-killing knives, which can be used as weapons.

Tang Luo stood up, consuming the minimum degree of merit power, and woke up all these people: "Want to make a deal?"

The one-armed man looked at Tang Luo, wiped his mouth and asked: "What deal?"

"You two fight one-on-one, kill these two people, and I'll let you go." Tang Luo said.

These two people?

The one-armed man saw the two people Tang Luo pointed at, and felt that the white-haired man in front of him was teasing them.

Two little brats, high school students, and one-on-one combat?

Even if the two of them went up together, anyone from among them could beat them to death in one or two minutes.

"Can you keep your word?" The one-armed man asked.

No matter what scheme the other party has, now we can only listen and follow his pace.

"Monks do not tell lies." Tang Luo laughed.

The one-armed man did not feel at all that this white-haired man was like a monk, watching life-and-death battles, his behavior carried a hint of evil.

"The Dharma is boundless."

Tang Luo put his palms together, let out a low shout, and empowered An'an and Chu Zhongtian with strength.

……

"Little girl, your adaptability is strong, you have great potential." Li Suibian stood beside Tang Luo and said, "It's not in vain that you were cultivated."

"Just happened to have the opportunity." Tang Luo said, as a matter of course, he wanted to do it and did it.

Edward and the others have already been completely dealt with, and the bodies have also been disposed of.

An'an changed into a set of clothes and sat on the sofa, her expression slightly dazed.

Not like at noon when she closed her eyes and wildly swung the cabinet doors, the night's battle is the true tempering.

Meaning that from now on she truly parts ways with ordinary people and the ordinary world.

Her hands rubbed until they turned red and peeled, although she looks like a soft beautiful girl, but the displayed "adaptability" and potential are worth praising.

Not that kind of greenhouse flower that cannot withstand destruction.

For Chu Zhongtian, it is simply to improve some close-quarters combat ability, and gain more experience in life-and-death battles.

During the first mission, he followed Tang Luo through scenes countless times more tragic than just now, his mental endurance is definitely there.

Later, he went through two more missions, it is impossible to still be entangled in the matter of "killing living beings."

On that side, Chu Zhongtian finished washing up and returned to the living room, his face still somewhat worried, how to deal with the demon in the dream?

It's impossible not to sleep for a whole month, that would cause sudden death.

Even for the cultivator Li Suibian, it is now impossible to really not sleep or rest for a whole month.

He always replaces sleep with sitting in meditation to cultivate, the effect is much better than sleep.

"Then, I'll go to sleep first." Tang Luo suddenly said, "Let's see if we will encounter that 'Cao Cao'."

"Master!" Chu Zhongtian almost felt moved to tears, he wished to immediately go home and offer Tang Luo a longevity tablet.

"No need to be so moved, subduing demons and eliminating evil is the duty of this poor monk." Tang Luo said, earning merit power is a happy thing.

Tang Luo sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, like an old monk entering meditation, exuding a feeling of tranquility and harmony.

Everyone looked at him, not knowing if they would encounter that dream demon, speaking of which, he would still call himself Cao Cao, as if related to the real world?

Actually not, the composition of the dream itself is related to the dreamer.

The appearance of Tang Luo, calling himself Cao Cao, is because these exist in Chu Zhongtian's memory.

That dream demon is merely utilizing these materials.

"No."

Half an hour later, Tang Luo reopened his eyes.

Chu Zhongtian immediately felt a toothache, could this be his exclusive demon, just staring at him like this?

"I'll also try." Li Suibian, skilled and bold, is also eager to try.

"Uncle!"

"Don't come!" Li Suibian stepped back, he does not want to be stared at with tearful eyes by a miserable green high school student.

Compared to Tang Luo's old monk meditation, Li Suibian's sleeping posture is much more casual, he flopped onto the sofa and fell asleep in a moment.

A good habit cultivated after becoming a god or demon walking, entering sleep as fast as possible to restore stamina and energy as much as possible.

Time passed by the minute and second.

Boring time is always hard to endure, the season of the task world is the same as the real world, both are approaching deep winter.

The living room had the heater on, so it was quite warm now.

With nothing to do and the temperature not low, An'an began nodding off frequently, looking somewhat drowsy.

"Don't fall asleep, just in case someone comes looking for us," Chu Zhongtian reminded.

Now Li Suibian showed no reaction at all, appearing to sleep very comfortably, but before Chu Zhongtian was torn apart in his dream, he too had been sleeping soundly.

Harm would only become apparent at the moment the last person woke up.

It was hard to tell whether falling asleep now would mean encountering an evil spirit in the dream.

"Oh." An'an lifted her head. "I'm going to wash my face."

After she finished eating and bathing, she had slept for a little over an hour, still due to having been drugged.

Having not gotten proper rest, Tang Luo administered the antidote to the Kai Guang, helping to eliminate some of her fatigue.

And after undergoing shared tempering of body and mind, she was now truly exhausted.

"Wanting to sleep is fine; the poor monk can at least guarantee your life," Tang Luo said.

"Just hold on a bit longer," An'an said, heading to the downstairs bathroom, turning on the cold water to wash her face, which cleared her head considerably.

"Thud—thud—thud!"

Just as she turned off the faucet, An'an suddenly heard a series of "thud—thud—thud" sounds.

Like something was continuously striking the "ground."

"This sound..." After listening for a few seconds, An'an shuddered violently.

Wasn't this the same sound she had heard earlier that morning at Master Xuanzang's rented lodgings?

According to what the master and others said, it was most likely the sound of a corpse being dragged and slammed against the stairs.

Because she wasn't fast enough, she hadn't seen the fleeting palm they described, but the sound—An'an would never mistake it!

"Master, not good! That ghostly sound has appeared again!"

An'an burst out of the bathroom—the downstairs bathroom, which naturally had some distance from the living room.

On the "path" leading to the living room was the staircase going up to the second floor.

That thing was probably now on the staircase.

"I have the master's Kai Guang, so I can at least preserve my life; heading to the living room as quickly as possible is the safest option," An'an thought to herself.

Rather than hiding here, it was better to rely on the Kai Guang and rush over.

As for actively confronting that "source of danger," it was certainly not under consideration.

This is a survival mission, not a hunting mission.

But just as she burst out of the bathroom and ran toward the living room, An'an's steps came to a sudden halt.

The "thud—thud—thud" impact stopped, and a human figure appeared just at the staircase entrance, standing on the final step, looking toward An'an.

The right hand gripped a person's ankle, and due to gravity, the pant leg slid down a distance, revealing dense leg hair.

The shoes were black mid-calf Martin boots; An'an remembered that the one-armed person wore exactly such boots.

"Mas... Master?"

An'an stepped back two steps, eyes wide open.

The person standing on the staircase, dragging a corpse down, was no one else—it was Tang Luo himself!

White-haired, with eyes as black as ink, upon hearing An'an's words, he turned his head to look over.

"..."

An'an said nothing, her heart pounding violently.

Was it the Tang Luo from the living room who had gone upstairs, dragging down the corpse thrown into the attic?

How could that be?

She had only come in to wash her face for a minute—how could there be such speed? Could Tang Luo possibly teleport?

And why drag the corpse down at all?

That sound was clearly the same as the one she had heard this morning!

Could it be that Tang Luo, whom they had always regarded as the main pillar and protective deity, still had some hidden secret?

Seeing An'an, Tang Luo on the staircase smiled, and casually set down the corpse's foot.

Facing that smile, An'an felt a wave of chill, a true sense of nausea and cold, surging from all directions, spreading from deep within her body.

She wanted to vomit, wanted to flee, but her body began to go numb, losing control.

After forcing herself to retreat two steps, she collapsed directly to the ground—rather than saying her hands supported her to keep from falling, it was more like her hands had stiffened, preventing her from lying completely flat.

Suddenly "understanding" why people in horror films facing evil spirits can only scream wildly—she now couldn't even manage to scream!

Tang Luo said nothing, took a step downward, planted his foot on the "ground," and stepped toward An'an one step at a time.

The chill grew heavier, even though the surrounding temperature remained the same.

An'an felt that what she exhaled was not breath, but lumps of ice.

Moreover, the air seemed to have been sucked away; the breath she drew in was a ball of fire, scorching her lungs.

The deeper the breath, the greater the pain—she could inhale nothing at all.

Walking up to An'an, stopping, Tang Luo looked down at her from above, a smile also appearing on his face.

A smile that evoked despair.

"Ha—ha—" gasping heavily, An'an could not even move her eyes.

She saw a pair of hands extend from behind Tang Luo's head.

One hand pressed against the chin, the other against the crown of the head, pulling outward to "open."

Twisting the head 180 degrees!

Then, twisting it back, another face identical to the first appeared beside the head as it was turned back and forth.

"An'an, do you think it looks like that?" Tang Luo asked.

An'an took a sharp breath, her body, suppressed by the chill, suddenly regained control, her eyes rolled back, and she fainted cleanly onto the ground.

At the same time, a strike with the elbow, like a siege hammer, attacked Tang Luo's cheek.

Tang Luo extended his left hand, fingers spread, blocking between them.

"Bang!"

A dull sound came.

Tang Luo's body shifted slightly to the side, his left foot stepped out to the left, leaving a pit on the floor.

After a moment, he turned his head, looked toward another himself, and smiled: "Interesting."