Chapter 162

"Master, you're all right?" After arranging the two corpses in the pose of door guardians, Chu Zhongtian saw Tang Luo withdraw his hand from Lishibian's forehead.

"I didn't go in." Tang Luo said.

"Huh?" Chu Zhongtian froze for a moment, not going in—what did that mean?

"Too small." Tang Luo said, "It almost burst, I couldn't truly enter, just brushed against the outside."

"……Master, what are you saying?" Chu Zhongtian felt he must have misinterpreted.

"It's a dream." Tang Luo said, "If I didn't 'see' wrong, that dream demon also dragged An'an in."

"Oh." Chu Zhongtian breathed a sigh of relief, indeed he had misinterpreted, "So what about them now?"

"They should have woken up too." Tang Luo said.

As if hearing his words, Lishibian opened his eyes.

He sat up, tapped points on his body to staunch the flowing blood: "I'll regulate my breath." Saying that, he closed his eyes.

He had expended greatly, his state clearly not good, and was only one step away from triggering the kai guang.

"And An'an..." Chu Zhongtian looked toward An'an, she seemed to have no intention of waking up.

Tang Luo walked over, about to check, but An'an suddenly sat up, her body tilted, almost rolling off the sofa, caught by Tang Luo.

Supporting Tang Luo's arm, An'an sat properly again: "Thank you."

Tang Luo noticed her right hand was clenched, even though she had almost fallen, she didn't let go.

"Master, I got something... feels like a good thing." After settling, An'an eagerly told Tang Luo, excited as if about to unbox a parcel.

"What thing?" Tang Luo asked.

An'an opened her right hand, and in her palm was clearly a ball of light, inside which could be seen an irregular fragment slightly larger than a fingernail.

Mingge fragment!

"What is this?" Chu Zhongtian walked over and asked.

"Mingge fragment." Tang Luo said.

"This is a mingge fragment?" Chu Zhongtian widened his eyes, he had never seen one, but had heard related information about mingge holders and mingge fragments.

"I'm so jealous." Chu Zhongtian exaggeratedly grabbed his own hair, started banging his head on the sofa, "I hate the lucky ones, I hate the lucky ones."

"Mingge fragment..." An'an asked, "Is it very rare?"

"Well, it counts as relatively rare." Tang Luo briefly gave An'an a primer on mingge fragments and mingge holders.

An'an's eyes lit up, truly a good thing indeed!

After thinking, An'an pushed the mingge fragment toward Tang Luo: "Master, this is for you."

Chu Zhongtian stopped banging his head on the sofa, astonishedly looking at An'an, the aura of a lucky one!

"Master, during the dream, was it you who acted?" An'an asked, the faintly visible in the sky, causing the dream world to collapse and severely damage the dream demon's face.

She glanced briefly, seeming to feel that Tang Luo before her was somewhat similar.

Upon careful thought, besides him, no one else present could have done this.

"What you got is yours." Tang Luo said, he had no interest in taking the mingge fragment from the little girl's hand.

Healing also doesn't lack this bit.

"Then give it to Uncle Li." An'an said, she was clear-headed, had no Lishibian and Tang Luo.

She couldn't deliver the final blow to that dream demon, burst out this mingge fragment.

"No need." Lishibian opened his eyes, after regulating his breath assured the injury wouldn't worsen, if recovering, it definitely wouldn't be that simple.

He himself was a mingge holder, had little interest in other mingge fragments.

If it were a fragment of the Wine Sword Immortal, at least he would feel it, now feeling nothing, proves it isn't.

"Then I'll use it!" An'an didn't play push-pull, confirmed the two didn't want it, then decisively clenched her fist, absorbing this mingge fragment.

"How is it, whose mingge fragment is it?"

Chu Zhongtian expressed himself even more excited than An'an herself, just like when he had no video games to play as a kid, watching others play was also a joy.

Leaning back, he could watch for one or two hours, finally still unsatisfied, discussing with buddies.

Growing up, he became watching others play online, discussing with netizens via bullet comments, same nature.

Men, till death are boys!

An'an remained silent, didn't speak, for a while before saying: "I want Jingjing."

"Jingjing, which Jingjing?" Chu Zhongtian froze for a moment, immediately his breathing quickened, "Is it the Jingjing from Metal Gear?"

Metal Gear, is a game, also known as Metal Gear Solid.

Jingjing is a female character in the series' "Phantom Pain", named "Jing", a reformed woman with superhuman strength, alluring charm, a female sniper, also possessing invisibility.

Moreover, most importantly, due to some aftereffects (developers know what players want), she must rely on her skin to breathe.

Therefore, most of the time, large patches of white flowery skin are exposed outside.

If it is Jingjing's mingge fragment, becoming a mingge holder, perhaps even this shortcoming will be inherited.

"What Jingjing?" An'an looked at Chu Zhongtian, though she didn't understand, but felt this person was thinking bad things, she picked up the nearby cutting board, slightly wanting to give Chu Zhongtian a tap.

"Wait, calm down." Chu Zhongtian stepped back two steps, "Not Jingjing, who then? Could it be a male's mingge fragment?"

An'an nodded.

"This should be fine, right, Master?" Chu Zhongtian looked toward Tang Luo.

His knowledge of mingge fragments and mingge holders was limited to what he himself had said, nothing more.

"No problem." Tang Luo said, "Generally, no effect, normal holders won't undergo such huge changes as Dongfang Bubai. I just know a female demonwalker with a male's mingge fragment, no effect, at most—more flat."

Feng Shimei really is as flat as a board.

An'an lowered her head, originally not large, at most medium level, if affected by the mingge fragment...

Wouldn't she have to become pectoral muscles?

Thinking about how she would end up with chest muscles, An'an felt a chill run down her spine and wished she could spit out the fate fragment.

"You won't turn into chest muscles," Tang Luo said, roughly guessing what she was worried about.

"Really not?" An'an asked.

"Unless you consciously train in that direction," Tang Luo said, "but this has nothing to do with the fate fragment—ordinary people can train to get it too."

"Huh—" An'an let out a breath of relief.

"As for what fate it is, no need to say," Tang Luo reminded her, "if the enemy knows what fate you have, it's easier to target you."

"Yeah," Li Suibian said from the other side; he had also only revealed to Tang Luo that he was the Wine Sword Immortal fate.

If it weren't for the signed contract, as fellow members of the Martial Arts Myth, he wouldn't have just blurted it out.

"If you don't give yourself a sword wound, and get hurt a bit more, you could activate the light-healing treatment," Tang Luo said to the weakly-voiced Li Suibian.

Li Suibian thought for a moment: "Forget it, no danger encountered, this state doesn't matter."

Encounter danger, get hurt more, trigger light-healing—same thing.

He didn't mean to have Tang Luo give him light-healing now, acting as if light-healing were free and costless.

Chu Zhongtian slapped his forehead and apologized: "Sorry, I was just a bit overexcited."

Skills should be kept as secret as possible, fate fragments naturally included—he had just been too overexcited to ask.

Also, because the team atmosphere was very harmonious, everyone united under Master Xuanzang, helping each other (clinging to the big thigh); in a team full of scheming and infighting, Chu Zhongtian definitely wouldn't make this mistake.

"Actually, saying it doesn't matter; it feels like there's nothing very clear, no obvious weakness easily targeted."

An'an said, and besides, she's not a Calabash Brother—where would she put such a weakness on display for others to target?

"My fate is—" An'an opened her mouth, then said, "Never mind, I won't say."

"Alright," Chu Zhongtian said, indicating that her "cutting off" like this, if left in certain places, would get her sent knife slices.

"Was the nightmare demon completely resolved?" Tang Luo brought the topic back to the main point; he had just gained a portion of merit power.

"Mm," An'an nodded, "if nothing unexpected, it should really be dead."

Chu Zhongtian let out a breath, then sighed.

Comparing people to people really makes you furious—he had after all experienced three missions as a Demon God Walker, yet in the end he's not even as good as a newcomer.

Of course, this actually isn't his fault.

An'an's series of actions involve a large luck component; Chu Zhongtian's Lucky Emperor evaluation isn't bad either.

It's not that Chu Zhongtian isn't putting in effort; however he puts it, he's an average-level Demon God Walker, but the teammates are too Lucky Emperor.

"Then let's rest," Tang Luo said, "change location."

The first floor had a big hole punched in it by him, and the warm air was slowly draining out.

Several people arrived at the stairwell, and Chu Zhongtian said: "Master, will that 'stair ghost' appear again?"

"If it appears again, that'd be good," Tang Luo led the way up, his voice carrying a hint of hostility—coming out to get beaten is best.

Too bad, by the time he slowly reached the second floor, he still hadn't waited for the appearance of that thing with its own "thump thump thump" BGM, just like himself.

"I'll send these two back first," Chu Zhongtian said, although controlled by him, the two corpses swaying beside him still made him feel a bit creeped out.

Most importantly, the duration isn't that long; it'll fail after a little while.

Chu Zhongtian went back and forth quickly, also didn't lure out the "corridor ghost voice," returned to the second floor and shook his head at Tang Luo.

Li Suibian and Chu Zhongtian chose a double room, washed up and rested in turn, to have a bit of support.

Tang Luo took off his glasses, lay on the bed in the adjacent room, closed his eyes to rest his spirit.

"Thump thump thump!"

Not knowing how long had passed, a sudden sound came.

"Come in, the door isn't locked," Tang Luo sat up, opened his eyes—it wasn't the corridor ghost voice, just a plain knocking.

An'an pushed the door in, slightly fidgeting as she asked: "Master, can fate fragments be changed or discarded?"

"I don't know about changing, but discarding is possible," Tang Luo said.

"Currently, the only way is death," Tang Luo said before An'an could show a smile, directly shattering her dream.

However, Tang Luo was thinking: if the fate holder died, the fragment appeared, and he immediately rescued them back.

In such a case, does it count as a way to change fate? This is a question worth pondering.

"My fate fragment," An'an decided to tell Tang Luo, "is Black Whirlwind."

"Huh?" Tang Luo asked, "Black Whirlwind, which Black Whirlwind?"

"Li Kui," An'an almost squeezed out these two words from between her teeth.

Fate is Black Whirlwind Li Kui! Can this be said out loud? Only possible to confide in Tang Luo, this enlightened high monk.

"Pfft—hahaha."

As a professional enlightened high monk, Tang Luo generally doesn't laugh, unless he can't help it.