Chapter 176

They bade farewell to the bladesmith who had long been on Tang Luo's mind, and Tang Luo and An An departed.

An An happily played with two small axes on the street, fortunately the axes were delicate enough that passersby did not mistake them for weapons.

She merely treated them as toys, and incidentally wondered why a nice little girl would enjoy playing with such toys.

How dangerous it looked.

Speaking of which, these two small axes were not that kind of powerful equipment, like the Gale Wind, they were basic gear.

They had no skills, but because they were specially forged for An An, they were very suitable for her, who possessed fragments of the Black Whirlwind fate.

Although she had not yet slain a ghost, merely holding them in her hand made An An feel they were much easier to wield than a kitchen knife.

"Meow."

The Heavenly Howling Dog squatting on Tang Luo's shoulder lightly called once in his ear, flicked its tail back and forth, and subtly pointed toward a direction.

"Huh?"

Tang Luo glanced at the Heavenly Howling Dog, understood, and said, "An An, come with me."

"Oh." An An tossed the small axes into the backpack that originally held the kitchen knife, and followed Tang Luo's pace.

The two quickly left this road with moderate foot traffic, heading toward the alleys and corners.

As they walked, they happened to arrive at the street of the Cursed House.

There was hardly anyone here; even if someone occasionally passed by, they would hurry away.

The massacre of several years ago still had a significant impact, and people were reluctant to come here; moreover, this place was in a corner, not a necessary thoroughfare, so it was possible that no one would pass through for ten days or half a month.

The fact that Tang Luo had dug up the entire house did not cause much of a stir.

At most, someone might wonder whether there had previously been a house here.

"Master?" An An sensed something was amiss, wondering why Master Xuanzang had deliberately brought her here.

"Come out."

Tang Luo stood firm and spoke loudly.

The surroundings were silent, with no response at all; An An vigilantly scanned the area, but saw no one.

Yet she had already drawn her two axes, ready for battle.

Master Xuanzang would not act without cause.

With no one responding, Tang Luo remained very calm; the Heavenly Howling Dog's nose would not err, even if it were now only a cat.

"What, do you really want me to take action and force you out?" Tang Luo asked again.

"Clap clap clap!"

The sound of applause came from behind Tang Luo and An An.

An An turned sharply and saw a man smiling, applauding while looking at them: "I never expected the one who slew Yao Jingwu, the Ferocious Arhat—Master Xuanzang's insight would be this keen."

"Huh?"

Tang Luo's expression was strange.

What did "Ferocious Arhat" mean? When had he acquired such a nickname?

Clearly, he was the compassionate Xuanzang Holy Monk who saved countless beings; who gave him this nickname, come out and get beaten.

Moreover, Yao Jingwu was from several months ago, so why is someone suddenly bringing it up now?

Tang Luo clearly remembered his recent advertisement was in the Martial Arts Myth, with that someone—oh, right, Bian Que as the "assistant."

They collaborated and filmed an advertisement that worked quite well.

We are almost in the 5G era, yet here someone is still online with 2G.

"This person's information is really blocked." Tang Luo thought silently, while feeling that after this mission ended, he should be able to launch an advertising wave.

Avoid these "ancient people" bringing up old news from months ago.

Since they can speak of the original Yao Jingwu incident, the identity of the person before them is about to become clear.

Gods and Demons Walk, one of the two Gods and Demons Walk who have not yet appeared.

Tang Luo had thought those two were dead, but did not expect them to still be alive.

"Ferocious Arhat?" An An gazed at Tang Luo's back, his white hair, his flowing white monk's robe, and could not associate it with the image of a "Ferocious Arhat" at all.

However, considering Tang Luo's usual conduct.

Perhaps Master Xuanzang tore off his usual gentle surface as an eminent monk and engaged in an earth-shaking great battle with Yao Jingwu, a violent fight between men, which earned him this nickname.

Master Xuanzang, indeed, is a person with a story!

"Getting Close to Science?" Tang Luo asked, is this smiling "ancient person" from Getting Close to Science?

"No." The man shook his head, "I am a free lone ranger, I do not like being an official's dog, and I happen to know Yao Jingwu, and also know some secret information."

"Not secret at all……" Tang Luo said, under everyone's gaze, facing Yao Jingwu in a life-and-death duel, where exactly was it secret?

This guy's brain must be damaged.

From his words, I infer he did not join Getting Close to Science, causing his information to be blocked, yet he knows Yao Jingwu or other Getting Close to Science people, so he also knows some information.

Half-knowledge, a half-full bucket swaying.

Thinking this, Tang Luo's mood improved considerably.

Ferocious Arhat and such, after all this fuss, is just a half-baked nickname randomly made up, with no relation to me, Tang Luo.

"You know jack! Don't go giving people random nicknames." Tang Luo said, correcting this person's mistake, "My dharma name is Xuanzang, you can call me Tang Xuanzang. Ferocious Arhat? You're lucky you could think of that."

"No, no."

The man showed no anger, seeing Tang Luo's straightforward demeanor clearly in his chest, "This nickname was not given by me, but by 'Us' as your appellation."

"Us?" Tang Luo frowned.

"Yes, exactly us, we do not like being beneath others. Though born as humans, we cannot truly always wander alone like beasts; mutual exchange is also a manifestation of human wisdom." The man said, "Therefore, we established 'Us'."

"... Another one." Tang Luo nodded silently.

Good, I can find an opportunity to run another ad!

Still, the motherland is great—many people, many gods and demons walking about, and all sorts of chaotic organizations too. Officials promote scientific approach, mysterious groups claim martial arts myths, and now another "us" has popped up.

Plus all kinds of organizations in other regions—the stage is truly vast.

"What do you want to do?" Seeing Tang Luo silent, An'an asked.

"Naturally, to cooperate with you." The man said, "I and my companions have discovered a good place; we want to invite you to join us and go there."

"I suppose we have no choice but to be invited?" An'an said.

"Oh?" The man didn't mind, "The little girl is quite sharp—indeed, in a sense, we need your strength, after all, we're not entirely clear what we'll encounter upon entering."

"Who knows, we might run into danger."

"Since you know, why still dare to go?" An'an said, "This is a survival mission."

Not getting chased by danger on a survival mission is already good enough, yet you actively chase the "source of danger"—do you really think everyone is Master Xuanzang?

But, seeing this man full of confidence, An'an thought he might truly be a powerhouse no weaker than Master Xuanzang.

"My companion has already gone to find another person." The man said, "Want to join? Decide quickly—miss this chance and you'll never get another."

He didn't even bother answering An'an's question.

In his view, only that furious arhat is worth noticing, qualified to join them in scouting the place they discovered; An'an and the other person are merely along for the ride.

When necessary, he could even toss them out as bait.

"Sure." Tang Luo agreed readily, just idling around.

Whether the man before him seeks death or truly found something good, Tang Luo had no reason to refuse.

A magnificent, fulfilling life is about to begin again—I, Tang Xuanzang, enlightened, saving beings, earning merit!

"Indeed, refreshingly straightforward." The man laughed, "I like dealing with people like you. Let me introduce myself—you may call me Feihuang."

"Feihuang?" An'an found it strange—would anyone really call themselves that?

Could it be related to skills?

"It's the 'huang' of emperor." Feihuang said, pulling out a slip of paper, pinching it between his index and middle fingers, then flicking it toward Tang Luo.

That slip of paper, looking rather thin, spun like a sharp blade as it flew toward Tang Luo, whom he caught.

"Midnight in five days, this place—we won't disperse without meeting, Monk Xuanzang." Feihuang stepped back.

An'an's vision blurred, and he vanished—she couldn't even tell how he disappeared.

"Master?" An'an looked at Tang Luo, wondering if this master had noticed anything.

Yet she saw Tang Luo reach into his clothes, rummaging, completely ignoring Feihuang.

"Master, those two are the last two god-demons walking the earth, right? They said they're going to find another person—is it Chu Chongtian or Uncle Li?" An'an asked.

"I don't know." Tang Luo said, "Let's ask."

"Master, do you know where they are?" An'an said, surprised.

After everyone split up, we never met again—this small city feels like the deep sea; once we part, we lose all contact.

Compared to Tang Luo's calm composure, An'an still worries about her two companions' safety.

"I don't know, but isn't there a phone?" Tang Luo pulled out the thing he'd just been looking for.

Awkward.

An'an made that face—right! Isn't there a phone!

Though this mission world isn't like reality, phone penetration is still high—even high schoolers like Chu Chongtian have one.

Li Suibian, as a school worker, also has an old-school phone.

We even exchanged numbers—how did we forget this?

Does gaining immense power make one unconsciously reject modern technology?

Anyway, before Tang Luo spoke, An'an hadn't even thought of using a phone—instead, she wondered if he might use something like "long-distance sound transmission."

Unexpectedly, Master Xuanzang pulled out a phone more impressive than long-distance sound transmission.

"I've embarrassed modern people!" An'an in modern attire watched the ancient-styled Tang Luo dial, nearly collapsing in defeat.

"——!!!!"

The ringtone sounded—Li Suibian's body jerked violently before realizing it was his own phone ringing.

"I almost forgot I was carrying a phone." Li Suibian exhaled deeply—his old phone was great, with super long standby time.

Even if he doesn't play much, compared to others, it's the difference between a super long-lasting guy and a three-second guy.

"Old Li, is that you?" Answering the "phone," Tang Luo's voice came from the other end.

"It's me, Master—did you encounter something?" Li Suibian asked.

"Sort of—have you heard of an organization called 'Us'?" Tang Luo asked.

"'Us'?" Li Suibian frowned.