Chapter 185: Hundred Ghosts Night March – Burning!

Tang Luo looked up at the ceiling.

Because the second, third, fourth, and fifth floors were all "hollowed out" in the middle, the ceiling he saw was quite "far" from Tang Luo.

It was almost completely filled with darkness.

Faintly visible were some white objects appearing and disappearing in the darkness.

As Tang Luo was intently "gazing at the sky," a pair of hands as white as jade stretched out from behind him—long fingers, bright red nails, the hands crossed over his chest and tightly embraced him.

A soft, warm sensation came from behind, and a gorgeous face appeared on his shoulder: "Little monk, what are you doing here?"

Her breath carried a sweet scent, like sweet wine, intoxicating.

"Little monk..." Tang Luo smiled, having not heard anyone call him that in a long time.

His left hand turned into a claw, whistling forward, instantly grabbing the nearby head and flinging it forward.

The woman was directly thrown by Tang Luo, shattering the glass railing in front of her, then crashing diagonally downward into a shop on the first floor.

The ground caved in, the entire "person" completely embedded within it, black blood flowing out, struggling a few times before going still.

"Spider demon? No, in this place, what should she be called? A Jorōgumo?" Tang Luo glanced.

The "woman" he threw out had an exquisitely beautiful upper body, but a spider's abdomen below, with ferocious black walking legs.

This building had obviously become the old nest of the Jorōgumo.

Moreover, there should be even more dangerous Hundred Ghosts present.

The faintly visible white objects in the darkness were food stored by the Jorōgumo, bound in spider silk.

An'an and the others were among them.

As Tang Luo crushed that Jorōgumo, the rustling sounds in the darkness grew louder.

Soon, over a dozen Jorōgumo descended from midair at a distance from Tang Luo, swaying slightly, staring at him, their eyes having no distinction between pupil and sclera—only black.

Having learned from the previous encounter, those Jorōgumo did not attack immediately but instead opened their mouths wide.

A pink gas spread from their mouths.

The air instantly filled with a sweet scent.

But this sweetness was a deadly poison.

After the poison filled the area, the Jorōgumo suddenly flipped their bodies, turning from head-down to head-up.

Their walking legs clung to the hanging silk, and the tips of their abdomens shot out white silk; over a dozen Jorōgumo sprayed silk together, weaving a net that, in just a few breaths, tightly wrapped Tang Luo.

Only a vague human silhouette could be seen, seemingly still struggling weakly. The movements were very faint, appearing as if completely bound by tough spider silk.

The sprayed silk increased, gradually wrapping Tang Luo into a "silkworm cocoon."

This group of Jorōgumo then slowly descended, landed, circled around this dangerous food a few times, and dragged it upward to their web nest on the upper floors.

In the darkness near the ceiling, there was a huge white spider web occupying every inch of space.

On it were densely packed, over a hundred "silkworm cocoons."

This was the Jorōgumo's nest, and also the storage site for food.

Inside each "silkworm cocoon" was a person who, due to poisoning, had entered a death-like state, would not wake up, and would not resist.

On the huge spider web, there were even more Jorōgumo, totaling over fifty.

Now they all gathered around Tang Luo, quite salivating over this new food.

Suddenly, a point of splendid flame burst from the spider silk wrapping Tang Luo, and in the instant it appeared, it became a prairie fire, sweeping along the web.

The surrounding Jorōgumo, slightly dazed, had the splendid flame stick to their bodies.

A tiny spark instantly turned into a raging blaze.

Only just remembering to emit a shrill, miserable cry, these Jorōgumo turned into black charred corpses, falling from the air to the ground, becoming black ashes.

The flames continued burning, scorching the massive spider web into thousands of holes.

One by one, the "silkworm cocoons" fell down, most piling up on the fifth-floor corridor, a few dropping to the first floor.

However, it didn't matter, for these cocoons, in a sense, were also a layer of protection.

The thick spider silk could fully absorb most of the impact; falling to the ground, the people inside would not be injured.

A few that had contacted or wrapped around human body silk with flame were then "absorbed" back by Tang Luo.

This karmic fire, while scorching the body, also scorches the soul, and has been burning continuously; although it causes Tang Luo little serious harm, it refuses to leave.

Countless resentful spirits incessantly wailed in his ears like mosquitoes, undoubtedly feeling terrible.

Suppressing the irritable emotions in his heart was also a troublesome matter.

Now Tang Luo had released part of it, the fire in his eyes weakened considerably.

As for Jorōgumo and the like, rather than saying they are demons, they are more inclined toward ghosts; compared to Tang Luo, this unchewable bone, these Jorōgumo are truly the "flammable and explosive."

The karmic fire spreads instantly upon contact, as if it had found a flood outlet.

Standing on the fifth floor, Tang Luo clasped his hands together and gave a light pat.

The Merit Jade Lotus trembled slightly, gentle points of light falling on the surrounding spider webs, removing the toxins inside the people.

"Everyone, do not panic; you are already safe. Please remain inside for a while—the spider silk will dissipate in a day and a half; for now, it is your protective membrane."

Tang Luo's voice was calm and proper, full of infectious power.

It let the hearts of those waking up in turmoil slowly calm down—this calm still carried a hint of inexplicable instinct.

This instinct made them feel strange, as if not obeying the words of that outside savior would bring great misfortune.

"Master..."

A weak voice came from within one of the spider webs.

Tang Luo walked over and, in one motion, tore open the web, revealing the ecstatic Chu Zhongtian inside.

"Master, An'an and Uncle Li are also here, and besides, this place doesn't only have those spider demons—there's also a super-large one!"

Just as he appeared, Chu Zhongtian spoke: "Uncle Li called him the earth spider, I think—he's the one injured by that big spider, very strong. Uncle Li said his sword technique broke through, but then he was slapped half to death by the opponent."

"They should be down there." Tang Luo looked toward the first floor, where seven or eight cocoons wrapped in spiderwebs still remained.

An'an and Li Suibian should be among them.

Grabbing Chu Zhongtian, who was still chattering on about how strong the earth spider was, Tang Luo leapt down, turning his words into a short gasp of surprise.

"Master, next time give me a heads-up first—my heart isn't that strong." After steadying himself, Chu Zhongtian stammered.

"Train more, and you'll be fine later." Tang Luo said.

"Huh, Master, your hair..." After landing on the first floor, his vision improved considerably, and Chu Zhongtian got a clear look at Tang Luo's current appearance, instantly startling him.

Having no hair is actually no big deal; the first time I saw Tang Luo, he was bald.

A standard handsome monk—he could play the role of a flowerless monk just by changing clothes.

Later he grew out white long hair, adding a touch of ethereality; simply put, he became both strong and handsome (flirtatious).

This made Chu Zhongtian very envious.

But now, in Tang Luo's one eye, magnificent flames burned, and a faint, indescribable aura drifted out, making Chu Zhongtian feel utterly chilled to the bone.

Like a knife at the throat, standing on the edge of a bottomless cliff, facing a bloodthirsty ancient ferocious beast.

One careless move, and he'd be dead.

"As a monk, being bald is basic practice. Of course, growing hair is also perfectly natural." Tang Luo said, using the Merit Jade Lotus to heal the people in these few spiderwebs.

"Master?"

Li Suibian and An'an immediately stirred.

Everyone had experienced the master's enlightenment before—that feeling was etched in the heart, as soothing as soaking in a hot spring, hard to pull oneself away from.

Chu Zhongtian eagerly ran over, wanting to learn how Tang Luo tore open the spiderwebs barehanded.

The result was a sharp pain from his finger poking it, and the spiderweb only sank in slightly.

Tang Luo walked over, pulled An'an and Li Suibian out, and before he could say anything about what happened after they split up, Li Suibian spoke up: "Master, be careful of the earth spider!"

His reaction was exactly the same as Chu Zhongtian's.

"Is that earth spider really that strong?" Tang Luo asked curiously.

Chu Zhongtian can be disregarded—his strength is weak, Li Suibian is on his sixth mission, and as a fate-holder, his strength is naturally not weak.

That earth spider could make him so wary—it must be—there's not a little merit power!

"Very strong—I had no power to resist before that thing." Li Suibian said with a bitter smile.

Originally, we had agreed with Tang Luo and the others to go together to that "Sealed Land" to seek fortune amid danger.

But then Li Suibian encountered danger temporarily; after a fierce slaughter, he not only successfully killed the evil ghost, but actually also "burst out" a piece of fate fragment.

Belonging to the Wine Sword Immortal.

So he immediately chose to retreat into seclusion to fuse it.

After coming out, he felt his divine power had reached perfection, and he learned the sword-flying technique.

Before he could even contact Tang Luo and the others, the Night of a Hundred Ghosts descended; Li Suibian and them met An'an, and then they encountered the earth spider.

Li Suibian unleashed his sword-flying technique; the Lingfeng Sword left its sheath, sword light icy and sharp, agile like a swimming dragon, striking at the earth spider—this was his one strike that shattered the heavens after his divine power reached perfection!

And then there was no after.

The earth spider snapped Li Suibian's Lingfeng Sword like breaking a toothpick, casually slapped him against the wall, and directly left him severely injured and unconscious.

Turning him into the enemy's reserve rations.

That earth spider had already become a lingering shadow in Li Suibian's heart.

Next time if he encounters it again, he might not even have the courage to strike.

"Let's go out first." Tang Luo said.

As his words fell, the building suddenly shuddered, and a loud boom came from above their heads.

Some rubble fell beside them, and a huge shadow was cast over the few of them.

"Earth... spider." Li Suibian closed his eyes, didn't even lift his head to look, reopened them, and his face was already full of ferocity.

Above Tang Luo and them, a colossal entity blocked the gap overhead completely, six thick, enormous arms supporting the second-floor corridor.

The upper body was that of a sturdy man covered in black short hair, head like a human's but with spider-like eyes, black chaotic hair floating in midair like poisonous snakes.

The lower body resembled that of a lianxuyu, presenting the appearance of a spider's abdomen.

But unlike the lianxuyu's "true spider," the earth spider's lower body was entirely made of twisted human bodies, mouths open, retaining expressions of shock and despair.

One glance, and it felt like seeing hell itself.

Tang Luo slightly lowered his head, closed his eyes, and did not look at that earth spider.

The earth spider, meanwhile, looked down with interest at the few things beneath it, mouth open, revealing a cold, brutal smile.

One hand lifted, directly grabbing toward Tang Luo and them, the target clearly being Tang Luo.

This food looked the most interesting.

The palm descended onto their heads; Tang Luo only then lifted his head and opened his eyes, while his left hand rose and had already made contact with the earth spider's massive palm.

"Burn."

Speaking softly, the suppressed karmic fire was directly released by Tang Luo, pouring onto the earth spider.

I was just worrying about having no "place" to set fire.