Chapter 163: Bizarre Manner of Death

An'an's face was as black as the bottom of a pot; Li Kui the Black Whirlwind's destiny fragment — which girl could handle that!

Getting a destiny fragment of some other handsome, dashing man would've been fine too; there are so many handsome men in fantasies, yet she just had to draw Li Kui.

And what the hell does Li Kui have to do with that evil ghost from the dream!

That guy clearly claimed to be Cao Cao.

An'an had ten thousand complaints she wanted to spit out; Tang Luo's persona from when he first met her had thoroughly collapsed.

While her heart surged violently, she also wanted to pull out two axes and hack someone; An'an felt some regret — why did she grab a door panel at the time, and why a chopping board later?

Thinking carefully, isn't this exactly Li Kui's combat style?

She should've gone empty-handed back then — wait, if it really relates to combat style, wouldn't going empty-handed turn her into Wu Song with the "bare-handed tiger tearing" destiny?

An'an sensed malice from the "Gods and Demons".

In this Gods and Demons game, the ones being played are us miserable players, these Gods and Demons Walkers!

The black-faced European Emperor dragged her exhausted body back to the room to rest; whatever happened to the promise that venting would make one feel relaxed?

Whatever happened to the compassionate, professional enlightened monk?

In under five minutes, An'an let out a faint snore.

From entering the mission world until now, it's been a little over 24 hours.

Entered last night, up to the present time — a whole day's experiences, truly full of ups and downs.

Half a monster corpse, eerie corridor sounds, the painted-skin Chuan Shang Jiangzi, the traitorous true pervert butler and his team, and the dream evil ghost.

This day felt countless times longer than any day in her life.

Completely relaxed, fatigue surged in like a tide.

An'an woke in a daze, reached out instinctively, but what she touched wasn't her usual familiar phone; her eyes stayed unfocused for a good while before she gradually came to.

Yes, this isn't the familiar real world, but a dangerous mission world.

She is a Gods and Demons Walker who needs to survive thirty days and return after completing the mission.

Got out of bed, washed up, changed into convenient casual clothes, An'an opened the door, about to leave, then ran back to the bedside and picked up those two chopping boards.

The moment she gripped them, she actually felt an incomparable familiarity.

Li Kui's destiny seems to have already taken effect.

"Awake?"

Arriving at the living room, Tang Luo was flipping through a novel taken from the study; Li Suibian and Chu Chongtian sat on the other side, eyes closed, resting.

The scene looked quite harmonious, provided you ignore the bloodstains in the living room and the wreck of a scene.

"Mm." Facing Tang Luo's polite words, An'an nodded.

"Let's go, eat first, then to my place, then to his." Tang Luo casually tossed the novel aside.

"Eat?" An'an blanked for a moment.

"Aren't you hungry?" Tang Luo asked.

"Hungry." How could she not be hungry; tossed about most of the night, it's 12 noon now, her stomach was long since flat with hunger.

"If you're hungry you naturally eat." Tang Luo said, "As a young miss, you should be quite rich, right."

"I'll go get it, wait a sec." An'an ran back upstairs.

A few minutes later, the black luxury car slowly pulled away from the villa.

Li Suibian gripped the steering wheel, serving as driver — among the four only he and Tang Luo could drive.

Though still in a weakened state, driving a car posed no problem at all.

"Uncle... won't something happen with you like this?" Chu Chongtian in the passenger seat looked tense.

On the steering wheel before Li Suibian lay a map, the latest edition of the small city.

This mission world isn't like the real world; the tech level has regressed by many years; despite the luxury car having a navigation system, operating it is rather complicated.

At least for Li Suibian, reading a map is easier.

"Won't." Li Suibian didn't even lift his head, engaging in dangerous driving that shouldn't be imitated, "Just driving a car."

Ordinary, steady driving — basic operation, that's all.

Chu Chongtian's worry was clearly superfluous; Li Suibian, using peripheral vision and occasionally lifting his head, safely drove the car to the vicinity of Tang Luo's rental after everyone finished a quite sumptuous late breakfast.

Why the vicinity? Because everyone saw a police car parked there.

An officer was standing outside the house, talking with Xintian Jun and a short, hunchbacked little old man.

If not mistaken, that little old man should be the house's owner, what was his name again...

Tang Luo didn't know, so the others certainly couldn't know either.

"They found us?" Li Suibian frowned.

"Not necessarily, I'll go down and make contact first." Tang Luo said, opened the car door and got out, walking toward the four standing people with a relaxed, cheerful expression.

Avoiding contact with officials is to prevent unnecessary complications.

If things go wrong and conflict breaks out, the officials' armed forces would also become a survival threat.

This kind of thing has definitely happened many times in missions.

Otherwise, how did the brutal classification of modern battlefields as Fourth Order come about?

But official forces can also become an asset.

Speaking of this mission, from a certain interesting angle, seeing if shelling a fierce ghost can be realized would probably be a very interesting experience too.

For Tang Luo, in most cases it's an attitude of neither deliberately avoiding nor deliberately approaching; simply put, it's still the two words "follow fate".

"Did something happen?" The very go-with-the-flow Master Tang approached and asked.

"Ah, Teacher Tang..." Xintian Jun, the first to spot Tang Luo, was startled.

Shouldn't that line be asked by him instead?

"You yesterday..." the little old landlord said, "Something happened at the school, right?"

The two officers thought for a moment, then asked, "Are you a teacher at Kamina High School?"

"Yes." Tang Luo said, "Yesterday morning I took two students on a home visit; I didn't expect the school to actually have an incident. Can you tell me what exactly happened?"

"Something came up." the officer said vaguely, "If this teacher is fine, you don't need to go to school for the time being."

"I know that already." Tang Luo said, "What exactly happened? I didn't see any major news about it."

"We actually aren't clear either; it's just that many people fell unconscious, seems to have been caused by some kind of loud noise." the officer explained simply, with absolutely no intention of questioning Tang Luo; the Kamina High School matter probably wasn't within their scope of duty.

"Alright." Tang Luo said, "I thought you came to ask me about the situation."

"We're just bottom-rung." an officer said, "How could we inquire about such a big matter? If you have any intel, go report it at the station yourself."

"That... I want to know, during the break will wages still be paid? Will the higher-ups cover us?" Tang Luo asked.

"Uh—" the two officers froze; okay, normal human nature.

It's just that they didn't know about this kind of thing, but had never heard of similar news either; most likely there wasn't any.

"As expected, there isn't. Good thing I found a rich woman to keep me." Tang Luo's tone carried a hint of smugness, a look of "I was prepared early on, otherwise you'd have screwed me."

Kamina High School actually still has this kind of weird teacher?

The two officers felt it was no wonder that school had so many little hoodlums.

If the upper beam is not straight, the lower beam will be crooked!

Having just finished questioning, the two officers hurriedly left, leaving behind Shinta Jun and the landlord old man.

"Hah~" yawning, the old landlord swayed as he walked away.

"Mrs. Shinta, what happened?" Tang Luo looked at Shinta Jun, who had a grief-stricken expression on her face.

"My husband..." Shinta Jun said.

Shinta Jun's husband, Shinta Tensei, met with an accident, a very bizarre accident.

Last night, Shinta Jun returned home and discovered her husband's right hand had shattered into countless tiny fragments — the kind where bone and flesh were completely air-dried.

The corpse lay quietly in the home, like a dried corpse that had died countless years ago.

Only the clothes on his body proved his identity; the manner of death was extremely bizarre.

Then came the usual police report, investigation.

Just now was the final round of questioning some details, signifying the matter had come to a close.

For Shinta Jun, the days ahead were just waiting for news, or perhaps never getting news at all.

The two had no children; at least she didn't have to explain to a child "where did Daddy go."

"This poor monk will recite a passage of the Rebirth Mantra for him." Having heard the "story," Tang Luo placed one palm upright at his chest; the crooked upper beam from just now instantly transformed into an enlightened high monk.

Tranquil, auspicious, solemn, dignified.

"Before becoming a teacher, I was a monk." Tang Luo explained slightly, "Now it counts as returning to my original profession."

"Okay." Shinta Jun nodded.

Arriving at the "scene of the incident," he pushed open the ajar door.

On the room's floor, a white chalk outline of a human figure was drawn; whether fragments or dried corpse, they had already been taken away.

Tang Luo finished reciting a passage of the Rebirth Mantra, taking five minutes, and gained a bit of calculation in his heart.

"I plan to move." Shinta Jun said, standing behind Tang Luo.

"Mm, indeed should move." Tang Luo said, turning around; the grief on Shinta Jun's face had already vanished completely.

"As for insurance money, there actually is still a bit." Shinta Jun toyed with the hair by her ear, leaned close to Tang Luo and said, "Barely, it counts as making me a rich woman too."

The implication was ample.

"... Sorry, this poor monk is a renunciate." Tang Luo gave a clear refusal.

Thinking of a certain unverified rumor: the number one search item in the Sakura Island search engine is "how to kill husband to swindle insurance money."

Whatever happened to the promised Yamato Nadeshiko? The world is truly too real.

"If you need anything, come find me anytime." Shinta Jun left a note with a phone number written on it.

Tang Luo watched her leave, walked to his own room door, opened the door.

Xiaotian Quan, sleeping soundly on the bed, let out a "meow," ran to Tang Luo's feet, and happily rubbed its head against him.

Tang Luo picked up Xiaotian Quan and asked, "Was there anything abnormal last night?"

Xiaotian Quan shook its head.

"Is the corpse still there?"

Xiaotian Quan nodded.

"Good, I'll take you to eat in a bit." Tang Luo tossed Xiaotian Quan onto the bed, ignoring her running around wildly there, opened the wardrobe, and took out his "God-Demon Suit."

Everyone, I'm not being a teacher anymore!

Your Master Xuanzang has returned!

Concealing his glasses, changing into a dashing white monk's robe, Tang Luo walked out the door with Xiaotian Quan.