Chapter 180: The Master Demolishes the House?

The two walked toward the low mountain with unsteady steps; theoretically speaking, that Abe or the demon should have been dealt with.

The fulcrum maintaining this sealed land must have been destroyed; the sealed land ought to collapse on its own, and they should be able to leave directly.

But right now the surroundings are still the same as before, basically unchanged.

This puzzles Liu Sui Feng somewhat, and also makes him wary; he feels this place should still hold other secrets.

But for him and Fei Huang, this secret is no longer important.

Their current condition no longer allows them to continue exploring; to seek fortune amid danger once more — the best choice is naturally to quit while they are ahead.

Even if this sealed land remains intact, it doesn't matter; the two dared enter because they grasped the method of leaving.

Going to the side of the original dry well allows them to leave.

Boom!

Just as the two reached the road beside the low mountain's stone steps, preparing to ascend, a huge rumbling sound came from the city center.

Immediately after came a bout of earth-shaking trembling, like a brief earthquake.

Liu Sui Feng, heavily injured, could not keep his footing amid the shaking and nearly fell; fortunately Fei Huang, who had obtained the Fate Fragment, recovered quickly and steadied him.

"What's going on?"

The two looked toward the city center; in the darkness they could only see a hazy silhouette.

"Is that Raging Vajra not dead?" Fei Huang said.

"Don't know, forget it, let's leave quickly; I have a bad premonition." Liu Sui Feng said.

"Okay." Fei Huang nodded, and the two walked up the stone steps together.

The resistance Tang Luo encountered when leaving did not appear on the two of them — is it a matter of direction, or some other reason?

"Finally out; if we hadn't come out, I was about to just take action directly."

Time rewinds to half a minute before the huge boom and tremor arrived; Tang Luo, wandering in the city, suddenly halted his steps.

Not because he saw something; he kept his body slightly leaning forward, left foot raised but not fully off the ground, stopping as if someone had suddenly grabbed his foot.

No, not "as if" — there really is a "person" grabbing his foot.

From beneath his feet, the ground sprouted a pair of incomparably pale hands at some unknown time, clutching Tang Luo's ankles.

Gripping dead tight, with strength enough to crush bricks into a pile of powder.

With the appearance of these hands, the originally normal-looking ground instantly turned into a black, deep "water surface."

Pair after pair of pale hands emerged, one "individual" after another.

Tang Luo's position happened to be right in the middle of the crossroads; front, back, left, right — all were fierce ghosts slowly crawling out of "hell."

Emaciated pale bodies, eyes glowing with red light, mouths gaping wide, emitting shrill cries.

Accusing their fear of death, their longing for the living, wanting to tear apart all living beings before them — well, also the only living beings they currently see.

Facing these suddenly appearing fierce ghosts, Tang Luo spoke that line above, then chose to move his foot.

Left foot lifted, like snapping a slender dry twig, breaking free from the confinement of those pale hands, and came down!

Vast power erupted; amid thunderous roars, accompanied by the continuous sound of surrounding houses collapsing.

When everything quieted down, within a hundred meters centered on Tang Luo, all buildings had turned into a pile of thorough ruins.

The fierce ghosts that had just poked their heads out vanished into thin air.

"Holy crap, almost used too much force and smashed it." Tang Luo looked at the Light Spirit Shoes on his feet; just now he nearly stomped them to pieces with one foot.

Good thing he pulled back his strength at the critical moment; otherwise this equipment would be scrapped.

"Put it away, put it away." Tang Luo wasn't extravagant enough to ruin a perfectly good piece of equipment just like that; he stowed it away.

Anyway the skill "Void Step" — double jump is still on cooldown; not wearing shoes has no effect on Tang Luo.

Barefoot, Tang Luo raised his hand, took out the Cursed House, and held it in his palm; just now he couldn't hold back and "stepped" those fierce ghosts to death with one foot.

Forgot to stuff them into the Cursed House; although the merit power gained wasn't small, he failed to make full use of them; next Tang Luo plans to be a bit gentler.

Give those homeless fierce ghosts a warm home; guiding them with Buddhist dharma is the supreme choice.

"Aaaah!"

From the shrine came faint, intermittent screams of terror, causing Liu Sui Feng's steps to unconsciously slow and stop.

"Hey—" he called out, stopping Fei Huang who was still walking upward.

"What is it?" Fei Huang turned to look at Liu Sui Feng.

"Be careful, you're walking too fast." Liu Sui Feng warned, "Didn't you hear the screams coming from over there?"

"I heard them." Fei Huang smiled, "But it doesn't matter; my condition is very good right now."

"Huh?" Liu Sui Feng was stunned; even if Fei Huang's injuries were lighter than his, recovering this fast is too much, right?

Could it be the credit of the Fate Fragment?

Thinking of this, Liu Sui Feng couldn't help feeling a few points of jealousy.

The act of fusing a Fate Fragment itself has no healing function, but after fusing a Fate Fragment, the injuries on one's body will more or less be alleviated.

This is because the Fate Fragment is transforming and strengthening the Fate Fragment holder.

Back when Liu Sui Feng fused a Fate Fragment, he soon sensed and cultivated a trace of internal force, then used internal force to heal.

But it wasn't as fast as Fei Huang.

Looks like that Abe no Seimei's Fate is quite extraordinary.

"Sis, you almost hacked me to death." Chu Chong Tian looked at An An ahead, stammering, even changing his form of address.

As he spoke, he carefully pushed away the axe at his neck that had successfully cut his skin and drawn blood.

The An An before him, hair disheveled, body exuding a heavy stench of blood and killing intent, simply like a female ghost.

If the axe hadn't stopped at the critical moment, Chu Chong Tian definitely wouldn't believe this was An An.

"You're the one who almost scared me to death, crawling out of the well! Are y-o-u S-a-d-a-k-o?" An An cursed; her voice carried a thread of weakness.

It was just that the cursing was remarkably satisfying and thorough.

"Holy crap, what kind of fate is this, turning from a cold, elegant goddess into Sun Erniang?" Chu Chongtian thought to himself; naturally, he wouldn't say it out loud. "It's safe inside the well. I've been hiding here this whole time and haven't encountered any danger."

"Your luck is truly good." An'an plopped down onto the wellhead, elbows propped near her knees, clutching two small hatchets, brimming with murderous aura.

The place she appeared was in the woods of this low mountain.

She hadn't walked far, stumbling along, before she ran into a white-clothed, long-haired fierce ghost, and combat broke out directly.

After a bout of killing, both sustained injuries and temporarily withdrew; An'an also slowly made her way to the vicinity of the shrine.

As a result, she ran into Chu Chongtian climbing out of the well, and nearly took his head off with a hatchet.

"Down the well first, down the well first." Chu Chongtian untied the rope and handed it to An'an. "It's not small inside; we can stay there."

"... Are you sure there's no danger?" An'an asked.

"If there were danger, I'd have knelt long ago." Chu Chongtian said.

The two descended one after another; the well was indeed not narrow, just as Chu Chongtian had said.

The two sat leaning against the edge; even with legs stretched straight, they wouldn't touch each other.

"Did you hear that loud boom just now?" Chu Chongtian lowered his voice, ensuring the sound wouldn't carry out.

"I heard it. What's going on?" An'an said.

"I'm sure it was the Master's doing — he directly tore the place down." Chu Chongtian said. "The Master tearing down the house, standard procedure, don't just sit there watching."

"..."

"Probably once the Master finishes tearing down the house, we can leave." Chu Chongtian analyzed.

An'an nodded. "Hope it's fast. If that female ghost tracks us here, I have no strength left to fight again."

"Too bad there are no corpses nearby; otherwise we could have them—" Chu Chongtian suddenly shut his mouth; he heard a faint noise coming from outside.

Instantly, he dared not speak, turning his ear to listen intently.

"Sure about leaving the others?" Liu Suifeng asked. "That Berserk Arhat shouldn't be dead; he can still be saved."

"Give it a rest. A gust of wind and you'd topple. I've no interest in saving people either." Fei Huang said. "Their utility value is gone."

An'an and Chu Chongtian inside the well instantly widened their eyes.

Master Xuanzang is in danger, and the situation is critical?!

An'an braced herself against the side wall, slowly stood up, tugged the rope once, confirming she could use it to climb up.

"Wait a moment." Chu Chongtian tried to press his voice to the absolute lowest. "They'll leave. We'll go out after they're gone."

The two people outside clearly aren't good people.

If we go out now, never mind rescuing Master Xuanzang — we might well lose our own lives.

You have to understand, An'an is both a Fate Holder and has equipment; she's extremely easy to become a target for other gods and devils walking about.

"Then—" Liu Suifeng said.

"I'll do it. I think I should be able to open a passage to leave." Speaking, Fei Huang placed both hands before him, formed several complex hand seals. "Open!"

"Let's go." Fei Huang grabbed Liu Suifeng, kicked the cover open with one foot, saw the rope hanging at the wellhead and froze for a moment, but didn't pay it much mind, and jumped into the dry well together with Liu Suifeng.

Liu Suifeng felt his body shake inexplicably, as if his position had shifted in an instant; the already weakened him swayed twice and plopped down onto the ground.

"Look, we're back." Fei Huang, standing beside him, said.

Liu Suifeng turned his head; he could barely make out some lights in the city.

They had indeed returned.

"Then—" Fei Huang walked up to Liu Suifeng. "Old Liu, how about we make a deal?"

"What deal?" Liu Suifeng asked, his face abruptly turning overcast, so overcast you could wring water out of it.

"Looks like you know what I want." Fei Huang smiled. "My demand isn't high — just that garment. Hand it over and I'll leave immediately."

"What if I refuse?" Liu Suifeng asked.

"If you refuse..." Fei Huang extended a hand, pressing it onto the top of Liu Suifeng's head. "Then I'll just take it from your corpse. Actually, there's something I've always forgotten to say: although I like your way of speaking, I actually really hate clever people like you."

"Fine." Liu Suifeng agreed readily, raised his hand; after about twenty-odd seconds, that hunting robe appeared in his palm.

"That's why I said I hate clever people like you — you don't even give me a chance to kill you." Fei Huang took the hunting robe, unexpectedly keeping his word, and turned to leave.