Chapter 173: Only Children Make Choices

After touring Master Xuanzang's "new residence," everyone came back out.

Tang Luo first turned the Cursed House into a ten-centimeter-tall model before putting it away.

This way, when it's released next time, there's no need to worry about space.

Speaking of which, after becoming a model, its weight actually decreased as well—though only for Tang Luo as the holder.

To outsiders, it remains the weight of a normal house.

Toss it casually and it can directly crush a person to death; setting aside other aspects, just the weight makes it a dangerous weapon.

After leaving the teaching building, they saw Chuan Shangjiangzi smiling broadly as he approached, saying to Tang Luo: "Master, did you deal with that damned little slut Hua Zi?"

In her eyes, any member of the opposite sex is a slut.

"Hmm." Tang Luo said, "How about your side?"

"Don't worry, absolutely no clueless idiots will come bother us." Chuan Shangjiangzi said while also giving An An a provocative glance.

An An ignored this mentally twisted old woman.

"Master."

Li Suibian looked solemnly at Tang Luo and said, "Green hills remain unchanged, green waters flow forever—let us part here."

"Huh?" Tang Luo wondered, "Why does it feel like we're ancient people?"

Li Suibian's expression froze. "I made it seem like ancient people to match your attire, didn't I? And you're focused on the way of speaking, not 'let us part here,' right?"

"Are you leaving?" An An gave Li Suibian great psychological comfort—this is normal conversation, after all.

"Hmm." Li Suibian nodded slightly, "Although following the master is safe, I still want to try on my own."

Member of the Martial Arts Mythology, holder of the Mythology Department's Wine Sword Immortal destiny pattern, Li Suibian is not the kind who needs shelter under the wings of the strong.

Staying by Master Xuanzang's side is indeed carefree, but Li Suibian still prefers to go out and "explore a bit."

Danger—he has never feared it.

"Good." Tang Luo nodded, "Then let this poor monk give you another enlightenment."

Li Suibian did not affectingly refuse, bowed in thanks, and acknowledged the favor owed—he'll repay it when the chance comes.

Wanting to face this survival task directly and having a "life-saving trump card" while refusing are two different matters.

"Master..." Chu Zhongtian watched Li Suibian stride away gracefully, his expression shifting, and he made up his mind: "Can I also go out and explore on my own?"

"Of course." Tang Luo said, he had no intention of binding people to his side to squeeze merit power—nor could he squeeze much anyway.

Everything follows fate.

"Good!" Chu Zhongtian turned and walked away, fearing that if he didn't leave now, he wouldn't have that courage.

Making such a decision while clinging to a thigh is extremely difficult—let alone in a dangerous task world, even in reality, many people cannot step out of their comfort zone to face new challenges and life.

After walking ten or so meters, Chu Zhongtian stopped, ran back with a scuff-scuff-scuff: "Master!"

"You won't regret it, will you?" An An asked.

"No, Master, give me an enlightenment to heal my broken ribs." Chu Zhongtian said.

"... Alright." Tang Luo consumed only a tiny bit of merit power to heal his fractured ribs.

As for the enlightenment effect itself, it remains—one life-saving trump card.

"The wind blows bleak and cold by the Yi River, the brave warrior departs and never returns." Seeing the two warriors off, Tang Luo couldn't help but recite a poem.

"Master, saying that is so inauspicious." An An said.

Feeling like a god-demon wanderer, it's easy to gain the "crow's beak" attribute in the mission world.

"It's fine, even if the two patrons encounter mortal danger, the enlightenment will save their lives." Tang Luo said, "And you?"

"Me? I'm naturally following the master." An An said.

On the first mission, An An had no other "I want to explore on my own" thoughts besides the two; most importantly, her gains have already been substantial.

Being able to obtain a destiny fragment on the first mission, An An is quite satisfied; her only thought now is to survive.

Not hoping for anything else, she must firmly cling to Master Xuanzang's thigh and never let go.

"Hah, shameless slut! You think you have a chance to climb into the master's bed?" Before Tang Luo could say anything, Chuan Shangjiangzi on the other side immediately became unhappy.

"Mind your own business." An An refused to back down, glaring at Chuan Shangjiangzi, "You disgusting ugly ghost."

This remark undoubtedly struck Chuan Shangjiangzi's pain point, her eyes even turning red, wishing to fight An An to the death.

"Where is your true form?" Tang Luo asked.

Chuan Shangjiangzi trembled: "Master..."

"If you can drive, take me there." Tang Luo threw the car key Li Suibian left for him to Chuan Shangjiangzi.

Looking at the key in her hand, Chuan Shangjiangzi's expression shifted, knowing she couldn't refuse, she walked toward the school's main gate.

Their car was still parked there.

An An quietly followed behind Tang Luo as the three left this disaster-prone Shennan High School and got into the car.

With Chuan Shangjiangzi as the driver, they headed to her true form's location.

The car stopped in front of a luxurious villa—by standard, even surpassing where An An lives.

Moreover, from the gatekeeper to the gardener, and even the butler who came to open the car door, none were not tall and handsome gentlemen—provided they don't look at Chuan Shangjiangzi.

Once they look at Chuan Shangjiangzi, they'll display a husky-like infatuation, almost sticking out their tongues.

Making it impossible to look directly at them.

"Get lost!" Chuan Shangjiangzi's attitude was also very vicious; with one command, she drove them all away, fully illustrating what it means to be a sycophant with nothing.

"Please follow me, Master." Then, facing Tang Luo, Chuan Shangjiangzi's attitude changed.

"Master, why is this ugly ghost so infatuated with you?" An An couldn't help but ask.

She admitted Master Xuanzang is strong and handsome, but not to the extent that Chuan Shangjiangzi would act this way.

"Shut up! You little slut! My business with the master doesn't need your interference!" The one walking ahead, Chuan Shangjiangzi, said.

An'an continued to ignore her.

"Probably, it's because I like you but you don't like her?" Tang Luo touched his chin and speculated.

What one cannot obtain is the best; if Tang Luo showed any interest in Kawakami Jiangzi, or even submitted to her charm.

It is estimated that in the next second, Kawakami Jiangzi would discard Tang Luo like an old shoe; rather than saying she is obsessed with Tang Luo, it is more accurate to say she is obsessed with Tang Luo's attitude toward her.

Here, an additional condition must be added: Tang Luo's attitude toward her.

Ordinary people, even if they can resist Kawakami Jiangzi's charm, Kawakami Jiangzi does not necessarily have to become his lickspittle, letting him become her lickspittle.

Simply put, Kawakami Jiangzi is willing to be Tang Luo's lickspittle in order to make Tang Luo her lickspittle; after Tang Luo becomes her lickspittle, she will then kick Tang Luo away.

To prove that her charm is invincible.

Applied to humans, it is typical of mental illness, paranoia.

Applied to ghosts, frankly speaking, it is actually relatively normal, with not too many aggressive actions.

In light of this, Tang Luo now has an idea, not at all bold, belonging to basic operations.

"Hiss—"

Entering the villa, An'an inhaled a breath of cold air.

On the wall facing the gate hung a huge portrait, depicting the beautiful and moving realistic-style Kawakami Jiangzi.

Hanging a portrait of oneself in one's own home is nothing much, at most a bit of narcissism.

Judging by Kawakami Jiangzi's appearance, even narcissism does not apply.

But besides this portrait, on the walls of the living room, even the ceiling, densely packed, every inch of space is a portrait of Kawakami Jiangzi.

Each is framed, and each person in the painting presents a different state.

Furthermore, in each painting, those beautiful yet hollow eyes seem to be looking toward An'an.

For a moment, An'an's breathing became rapid and difficult, while simultaneously feeling as if entering the Land of Bliss, that gaze seemed to transform into an invisible gentle hand, caressing every inch of her body.

"Master, welcome to my back garden."

Kawakami Jiangzi said with a smile, her voice overlapping, not only she speaking.

The people in the paintings also all spoke, warbling and graceful, charm endless.

If Chu Zhongtian were here, it would be like breaking all his ribs, estimated he couldn't withstand it, would die directly—legendary *****.

Even Li Suibian would probably not fare much better.

Kawakami Jiangzi is far more terrifying than imagined.

Compared to haunted houses, slit-mouthed women, imitating ghosts in hallways, she might actually be the most dangerous!

Tang Luo glanced at An'an, flicked his finger, a burst of force struck her neck, directly knocking An'an unconscious.

The abnormal flush on her face faded gradually with unconsciousness; as for the marks on her pants, they need not be dealt with for now.

"Master, your Buddhist Dharma is truly profound." Kawakami Jiangzi walked slowly to Tang Luo's side.

As she approached, the figures in the paintings also walked out, one Kawakami Jiangzi after another.

Their forms and postures varied, all full of charm and grace, gathering around Tang Luo, all smiling and looking at him.

"Are these paintings your true form?" Tang Luo casually pushed aside one Kawakami Jiangzi that came near and asked.

"Yes." A Kawakami Jiangzi in pajamas leaned close to Tang Luo's ear, "Master, do you like so many of me? You can do whatever you want."

You think I'm Fu Jiang, but I'm actually Dorian Gray!

"Which one, not all of them?" Tang Luo asked, with so many portraits, his little cottage couldn't hang them all.

Yes, Tang Luo plans to stuff Kawakami Jiangzi into his cursed house.

The containment nature lets the cursed house become a piece of equipment with growth potential.

The more vicious ghosts contained inside, the stronger the cursed house becomes.

Containing vicious ghosts, preventing them from going out to cause harm, is also a merit, not much less than salvation.

"Dear, you guess?" Kawakami Jiangzi laughed, "If you guess wrong, you have to let someone kiss you, the location chosen by me."

"No more guessing, one left." Tang Luo casually pointed at one portrait, "If this isn't the true form, then you're out of luck."

Not retracting his outstretched right hand, Tang Luo instead raised his left hand.

Thousand Hands Cannot Block!

You draw, I guess? Only children make choices; Master Xuanzang smashed them all—only one left.