Chapter 171

Li Suibian's "equipment theory" reminded Tang Luo.

Since it's equipment, then it can be put away and taken along.

Just now, when Tang Luo entered the courtyard, he re-observed it and confirmed that the courtyard actually does not belong to the "haunted house" part, but is an area affected and irradiated.

A pat confirmed that the house itself is a whole.

This gives Tang Luo's current actions quite convenient conditions.

As long as Tang Luo grasps a force point and lifts upward, he can do it without worrying about any fragmented situation occurring.

After a moment, the black aura gradually dissipated.

The three saw Tang Luo holding up a tilted house with his right hand, smiling, very reasonable.

The bottom of the house can be seen, completely pitch black, like a perfectly calm lake in the night, able to swallow people whole at any time.

"Turned into equipment?" Li Suibian asked.

"Not yet." Tang Luo said, "Just temporarily pulled out by me. Well, what should we do next?"

"Huh?"

"Holding it like this isn't tiring." Tang Luo said, "But won't it be too exaggerated? It feels like it'll cause a city-wide sensation."

"Master, you also know it's very exaggerated." Chu Zhongtian couldn't help but say.

Holding a house, I'm blown away, also lucky that this whole street has no one passing by, otherwise, it could directly make the news.

"Can't it be shrunk?" Li Suibian asked.

"No, or perhaps it can after becoming equipment." Tang Luo guessed, "Let me think what to do. Oh, right, that someone, come here, is there anyone at Shenai High now?"

That someone—Kawakami Kouji shook his head.

Shenai High is currently in a state of lockdown and no one.

"It should be this direction." Tang Luo leapt up, and several cracks appeared on the ground beneath his feet.

Tang Luo, jumping into the high air, looked around and immediately found Shenai High, confirmed the distance, and began to fall.

When about to land, he activated the skill attached to his shoes—Step Void, his body rose again while his raised right hand pulled back, his whole body stretching out, like a drawn bow.

The next second, Tang Luo's right hand became an afterimage, and the house he was holding vanished.

"Boom!"

Everyone heard a heavy object impact sound coming from the direction of Shenai High.

"Alright."

Tang Luo landed back on the ground, clapped his hands, "I threw the house to the old building of Shenai High, let's go, we now go meet that beggar in the toilet."

"..."

"..."

"Master, you're so good!" The speaker was Kawakami Kouji, that seductive little slut, soon to be unlucky!

The beggar in the toilet, of course, is not as Kawakami Kouji said, competing with her for men.

The beggar is not an evil ghost like the nightmare evil ghost or Kawakami Kouji's type; she has no consciousness, only acting on instinct.

Her instinct is: when someone enters the toilet and knocks on the door outside the stall, she kills that person.

Sometimes even without knocking, just entering, she will kill that person—in short, she just kills.

Kawakami Kouji can abandon the old building, not only because of her astonishing charm, but also because several fatal "accidents" have indeed occurred there.

The beggar's range of activity is temporarily limited to that old teaching building.

A consciousness-less evil ghost, after the teaching building was abandoned, can only wander alone in it, waiting for prey to enter her hunting range.

She has no concept of time, no rationality, and does not exist in a state of madness—or is constantly in a mad state.

For years, ten years, over a decade like one day, pacing without leaving, a standard earth-bound spirit.

That day, behind the filthy window of the toilet, a blood-stained figure with a mushroom head and bowed head appeared—the beggar.

She gazed at the outside of the filmed window; if not for her face pale to the limit and a pair of eyes completely occupied by red, she would truly have a touch of artistic youth feeling.

Of course, one also needs to ignore the toilet, this place not too suitable for melancholy and artistry.

Suddenly, the beggar lifted her head, and in her sight, a colossal object abruptly appeared (end of invisible state), giving no reaction time at all.

The house crashed into the old teaching building, accompanied by a huge sound and the noise of falling debris, like a biscuit, someone threw it hard at a small cream cake, embedding into it.

The fallen debris naturally belonged to the teaching building.

"Ahhhhh—"

A piercing, shrill cry filled every corner of the teaching building.

The beggar was roaring, in anger.

Her territory had been invaded by outsiders.

Apart from Tang Luo using an empty palm to break open a big hole inside, the intact haunted house also emitted a strong black aura.

The beggar stood beside the haunted house, her mouth opened to an extremely exaggerated state.

Visible sound waves continuously released from within, striking the haunted house before her eyes.

The black aura on the haunted house kept swaying like a candle in the wind, yet it would not go out.

Right next to the beggar, the main door of the house opened by itself, black shadows began to spread out, extending to under her feet.

Suddenly, a large number of pale hands shot out from the shadows, grabbing the beggar's feet.

The beggar's cry stopped, and the blood on her clothes began to drip.

Falling onto the palms, thick black smoke rose, stained by blood on the palms, gradually melting and disappearing.

But the number of palms is not small; after the palms on her feet disappeared, more palms shot out, the super-long arms covered in corpse spots waved, swinging far from the beggar's blood-red dress.

Grabbing her head and wrists, pulling it down into the shadows under her feet.

At the same time, the shadows also slowly moved toward the main door of the house.

The beggar struggled wildly, his bloodstained clothes fluttering, drops of blood continuously scattering.

The hands restraining his movements grew fewer and fewer.

But by this time, it had already reached the door of the haunted house, and in the next second it would be dragged in!

Moreover, half of his body seemed to sink into a mire, falling into the shadows, with only the upper half still struggling.

As the beggar sank, the black aura of the haunted house gradually began to shift toward red.

The battle between the two fierce ghosts was still far from over.

In the end, even a fusion-like situation might occur.

By then, what appears would not be the beggar in the toilet, but the beggar in the haunted house, or the toilet's beggar holding a haunted house.

As for the possibility of mutual destruction, both sides losing, it is actually not high.

In short, for the vast majority of people, the current situation does not look good.

The "chief culprit" causing this situation has also arrived beneath the abandoned old building.

"Quite intense fighting," Tang Luo said, standing outside feeling nothing, but when he extended his hand into the "range" of the teaching building, he felt a wave of eerie yin energy.

He felt the temperature inside drop by several degrees.

Li Suibian just stood behind Tang Luo, watching the teaching building ahead.

From the top floor's position, one could see part of the haunted house—a part that had been thrown in and smashed into the haunted house.

Master, your strength is truly impressive.

"I'll go in first to pacify it," Tang Luo said, "Chuan Shangjiangzi, you keep an eye on this side, don't let her cause trouble."

Li Suibian and the others nodded.

Chuan Shangjiangzi was placed by Tang Luo outside to comfort (hu) soothe (you) the onlookers.

Speaking of which, this ability is quite convenient—Tang Luo and his group can do outrageous things without worrying about causing a major disturbance.

Indeed, Tang Luo had considered this before throwing the haunted house over, which is why he did it so cleanly.

The closer one gets to the haunted house's position, the more severe the surrounding cold and gloomy aura becomes.

Yet no small ghosts came out to cause trouble.

The broken corridors and debris naturally could not obstruct Tang Luo's steps.

Soon he stood before the haunted house, tilted and embedded in the building, the main door open.

Wisps of aura continuously dissipated, black and red in color.

At the doorway, two pairs of pale hands tightly gripped the "ground," fingers dug into it.

"Is this the beggar?" Tang Luo walked over, observed, chose to kick it while it was down, and kicked it in the head.

The beggar's silhouette was instantly dragged into the haunted house.

The haunted house suddenly trembled, its cold, icy aura intensifying considerably.

The dissipating black-red aura vaguely formed twisted faces, roaring at Tang Luo.

A large amount of debris from the teaching building flew up, rushing toward the exposed large hole in the roof.

In less than half a minute, it had "patched" the large hole.

Though the craftsmanship was poor and looked incompatible, like a dogskin plaster slapped on the face, it was at least patched.

This means the haunted house's power is rising.

This is clearly unacceptable.

Because Li Suibian thought this thing might become equipment-related, Tang Luo didn't smash it, planning to see later if it could become equipment.

But how could Master Xuanzang tolerate such a "ghost object" increasing its power to harm humanity?

Tang Luo strode forward, actively entering the haunted house.

First, beat it half-dead to ensure it won't cause trouble.

Entering the house, Tang Luo also kindly closed the door, tearing at fierce ghosts—too brutal a scene.

Cannot let the children see, lest they suffer psychological trauma.

A few seconds after Tang Luo closed the door, the haunted house suddenly trembled once, twice, three times.

Then, those black-red twisted auras vanished without a trace.

The entire house looked extremely normal, just like an ordinary house—except for its incorrect position.

If placed in a suitable location, it could still fetch a good price.

"Squeak—"

The door opened, Tang Luo walked out again, feeling the birth of merit power.

Earlier, inside the haunted house, he had thoroughly beaten to death the beggar who was merging into the haunted house, eliminating an evil ghost, naturally earning merit.

For this, Tang Luo was still quite satisfied.

"Master!"

"Master!"

From downstairs came Chu Zhongtian's delighted voice, "Master, come quick, look what we've caught!"

Tang Luo walked to the window, looked down, and saw a person lying face-up beside Li Suibian.

It was actually the fleeing Shi Tianjun Tai, finally unable to tolerate the haunted house being repeatedly ravaged by Tang Luo, bravely stepping forward?

Too bad, his fate is no different from that of the vast majority of victims.

From NTR turned into face-to-face NTR, even worse.