Chapter 168: The Poor Monk Had Practiced Before

"What does 'just say yeah' even mean? Is it yes or no? And that scary-looking white-haired guy." Shitian Junta followed behind Chu Zhongtian.

"Brother, I'm hurt, can you let me rest a bit?" Chu Zhongtian said, "Also, where did you dig up that videotape? Even the boss doesn't know where he got it from."

"I'll just look around." Shitian Junta.

Walking to the door, Chu Zhongtian suddenly stopped: "How do you know that's a spirit videotape?" He looked at Shitian Junta with some suspicion.

Wait, could this guy have deliberately given him the videotape to divert the curse?

Damn it, this is screwing me over!

"Because it looks just like it, you love this kind of thing, so I brought it over to surprise you." Shitian Junta said.

Chu Zhongtian stared at him fiercely—no surprise, just shock.

"What are you doing?" Shitian Junta's anus tightened, he stepped back, "Calm down, don't forget we agreed to be lifelong friends!"

"Pah." Chu Zhongtian spat, stepped back, and still reached back to touch himself, wondering what it meant.

Is Chu Zhongtian not a real man?

After this interruption, Chu Zhongtian also forgot to check if Shitian Junta was deliberately screwing him over; honestly, even if he stared, Chu Zhongtian couldn't tell.

"Hey, Ah Chu, does that monk really know how to exorcise? What's his background?" The two stood outside the house, Shitian Junta asked.

Outside naturally wasn't evening, but afternoon, the winter warm sunlight shone on their faces, making Chu Zhongtian unconsciously squint.

"The holy monk of Tang China." Chu Zhongtian said absentmindedly.

The car was still parked outside; through the front window, one could see the master's "doggy kitty" lying on the operating table, snoring loudly, emitting a lazy aura all over.

The other three didn't come out.

"Tang China, holy monk?" Shitian Junta blinked, "Is he really that powerful?"

"Of course he is." Chu Zhongtian said.

Shitian Junta nodded: "Then are they still exploring inside the house—I mean exorcising? Should we hand them over? I always feel this house is weird; what if something happens?"

"How could anything happen? I guess they'll come out soon."

Chu Zhongtian felt the door suddenly opening wasn't necessarily Shitian Junta's accidental bump; it was more likely Xuanzang Master did something to cause it.

Since he's already out, the others should come out soon too.

"Is the house going to be taken?" Chu Zhongtian thought; generally speaking, seemingly unsolvable ghosts at least have a "main body" or "reliance object" or something.

Based on his experience watching various fantasy works, Chu Zhongtian felt the ghosts inside the house were definitely attached to the house.

In other words, if the house is destroyed, these ghosts would probably just kneel completely.

Given Xuanzang Master's style, demolishing the house is basically a no-brainer choice.

"Huh?"

Tang Luo inside the house turned around, looking at the woman who called him "dear," "Aren't you supposed to be sealed in cement……beep……, then sunk in the sea?"

The one who stopped him was none other than the stunningly charming Kawakami Fuje.

At the time, there was also no blood left outside; Tang Luo deliberately stuffed the blood that flowed out back into her mouth.

I didn't expect this guy to still run out.

The agreed cement seal beep was supposed to last at least a month.

"Oh dear, is the beloved speaking so wildly?" Kawakami Jiangzi covered her face, her face flushed, but she deliberately swayed her body.

"Heh." Tang Luo chuckled, "Come, this donor, tell the poor monk how you 'resurrected'."

Speaking of which, Fuje and all that are just based on Kawakami Jiangzi's stunning charm—everyone's speculation.

Whether it's really the same as Fuje or not is still debatable.

At least Fuje didn't turn into a posthumous painting skin "trait."

"Did you tell me, beloved, that you'd willingly become my lickdog?" Kawakami Jiangzi asked with a squinting smile.

"Using a spare tire sounds better." Tang Luo waved his right hand, the bone sword in his hand turned into a white silk.

Originally over one meter long bone sword, instantly became over five meters long white bone whip; before Kawakami Jiangzi could react, it wrapped around her body.

"Come in and talk."

Tang Luo pulled back with his right hand, Kawakami Jiangzi flew up, offering no resistance, and was dragged into the house by Tang Luo.

"..."

Landing before Tang Luo, Kawakami Jiangzi's smile on her face gradually faded.

"Beloved, you hurt people by falling." She complained.

"Why are you here?" Tang Luo asked.

"Of course because of love! Love guided me to find you. By the way, beloved, you look really good now, better than yesterday." Saying she wanted Tang Luo to be her lickdog, she actually acted like a chi woman bitch lickdog.

This is what's called "can't get it, so keep stirring."

Tang Luo naturally had nothing to fear: "Unwilling to say?"

"It's because of love, love, love is power, everything, love infinite!" Kawakami Jiangzi powered by love.

"Fine, then go scout the path for me." Tang Luo pulled Kawakami Jiangzi up, "Go upward."

"Beloved, you also know this house is dangerous?" Kawakami Jiangzi smiled foolishly.

"How much do you know about this house?" Tang Luo said indifferently.

"I just happen to know a secret, a very important secret about this house." Kawakami Jiangzi said, "But, beloved, you're so cold, I don't even want to tell you."

"Is that so?"

Tang Luo reached out and grabbed Kawakami Jiangzi's head, "The poor monk is actually quite good at persuading and converting people."

Soul conversion!

Mental system to convince with reason.

"Oh? This little thing looks quite unique." The thing Tang Luo pulled out had none of Kawakami Jiangzi's beauty.

On the contrary, this soul is short and stout, half its face full of fat, squeezing the eyes into a slit, garlic nose and bloody mouth, while the other half of the face isn't so fleshy, but rather a layer of skin pulled taut.

It looks like it just finished liposuction and hasn't had time to tighten the skin back up.

The body is also one thin and one fat, the contrast stark.

"What are you linked to, and is that your true body over there?" Tang Luo said.

On this soul, there is a faint thread extending from the crown of the head, passing through the door and stretching outside.

Chuan Shangjiangzi strained her eyes wide open, furious and terrified, a piercing scream bursting from her mouth.

"So noisy." Tang Luo kicked out, letting the sole of his shoe make intimate, complete, unreserved contact with Chuan Shangjiangzi's face.

One kick made this soul instantly dim, like a guttering candle in the wind.

Chuan Shangjiangzi looked at Tang Luo in terror.

"Did I convince you?" Tang Luo asked.

"……" Chuan Shangjiangzi said nothing.

"Looks like not yet." Tang Luo lifted his foot again.

"What do you want to know? I'll tell you!" Chuan Shangjiangzi screamed.

"Don't shout, it's noisy." Tang Luo spoke calmly, wanting to stay composed to maintain his dignity, "Tell me about this house, for example, the true body and such things. And this city, what other monsters and spirits do you know? Tell them all. This monk will uphold heaven's justice."

"If I tell you, will you promise not to spread my current appearance?" Chuan Shangjiangzi said.

"You're not qualified to negotiate with me—huh?" Tang Luo paused.

This guy's condition is just not to reveal her true appearance? I thought it was about not killing her or something.

After soul liberation, Tang Luo can completely follow the vine to eradicate the opponent.

Since it's this kind of request, Tang Luo certainly won't refuse: "Yes."

"This house……" Chuan Shangjiangzi had just said half a sentence when the dim light around suddenly vanished.

The house's time shifted from dusk into night.

A pitch-black night where you can't see your hand in front of your face.

In the darkness, several pale hands stretched out, grabbing toward Chuan Shangjiangzi.

"No!" Chuan Shangjiangzi let out another piercing scream, not from fear of death.

Even if this "fragment soul" died, she wouldn't truly die.

What she truly fears is being killed and then left in this house in her true appearance, becoming a murderous puppet ghost, seen by others.

This is something Chuan Shangjiangzi absolutely cannot accept.

"All said, keep quiet." Tang Luo said, the merit jade lotus light flashing, and a spherical light curtain appeared around Chuan Shangjiangzi's fragment soul.

Those pale hands grabbed the light curtain but couldn't advance an inch.

As for the many hands grabbing toward Tang Luo.

Soul Liberation·Thousand Hands cannot defend!

Both hands turned into afterimages, countless palm shadows appearing in the surrounding darkness, clearing the space in an instant.

"Looks like you really do know something." Tang Luo said, ending the soul liberation.

"The true controller of this house is not a ghost." Chuan Shangjiangzi immediately spoke, the face on her beautiful mask twisted with ferocity.

"Damn bastard, actually wanting to keep her here!" At this moment, Chuan Shangjiangzi felt from the heart that she wished him dead.

"Oh?" Hearing this answer, Tang Luo was somewhat surprised—the true controller isn't a ghost.

He originally thought it was some ghost possessing the house, planning to search thoroughly and still not finding anything, then just move in to demolish the house.

"That person is called——"

Chuan Shangjiangzi hadn't finished speaking, in the originally quiet darkness now tinged with a wisp of black aura, a cutting board slammed hard toward Tang Luo's back of the head.

A muffled tearing-through-air sound rang out.

At the same time, a sharp sword silently extended from the side, its speed much greater than the cutting board's, yet utterly soundless.

The blade was wrapped in a special airflow, completely canceling out sound.

Facing the sudden sneak attack from behind, Tang Luo didn't dodge or resist, but instead raised his left hand and struck upward with a palm!

Empty Palm!

Vast power transformed into an invisible giant palm print, shattering the ceiling and then directly flipping the roof, letting the entire house tremble, the interior fully exposed, as if it would collapse the next second.

The surrounding darkness quickly dimmed, returning to the original "dusk."

The sword at his side barely turned, deviating from its original path, sliding past Tang Luo's waist, leaving only a tear in his clothes.

As for the cutting board……

Gone without return, despite An'an's "be careful," it still landed firmly on Tang Luo's back of the head.

"I——"

Li Suibian didn't even have time to say a word when a terrifying gash appeared at his waist, instantly widening, blood spraying out, his body tilting as he sat down on the ground.

For the first time, he felt the effect of the Martial Arts Myth Contract, nearly killing himself.

An'an then stared at her hands, the cutting board completely shattered, leaving only a handle, dazed, and asked: "Master, what is your head made of?"

"The monk trained in this before, it's professional." Tang Luo said. His head is indeed very hard, not like a scorpion-tailed poison dagger, and even if touched by a hint of killing intent, An'an couldn't possibly harm him in the slightest.

An'an came to her senses and apologized: "Master, I didn't mean to, I just thought I saw an enemy earlier."

As for Li Suibian, he was busy cooperating with the already activated enlightenment to heal his wounds.

He probably needs several dozen catties of pig kidneys to properly replenish himself.