Chapter 187

"Hoo—"

A gust of wind blew past, and the figure of the white-clad monk appeared before the man.

Tang Luo stood before the man and asked, "Gods and Demons Walk?"

The man said nothing, his eyes widened even more than before, nearly to the point of bursting from their sockets, his face full of shock: Good heavens! The native monster of the mission world actually knows his identity?

"It seems so." Tang Luo said, "What is your mission?"

"... Wait!" The man suddenly realized, "You are also a Gods and Demons Walker?"

"Yes." Tang Luo said, "You were just chasing after 'me,' weren't you? That wasn't me, just someone imitating my appearance."

"Ah?" The man said, "Is that so?"

"Nonsense, otherwise you'd already be dead." Tang Luo said, "What is your mission?"

After hesitating a moment, the man spoke frankly: "Jointly end the Hundred Ghosts Night Procession."

"Oh, so you're not here to hunt us down?" Tang Luo thought to himself, the mission is to end the Hundred Ghosts Night Procession—interesting.

Their survival mission remains unchanged; the man's mission is to jointly end the Hundred Ghosts Night Procession, so those two Gods and Demons Walkers seen earlier on the road must have the same mission, right?

"Are you the first person to come and complete this mission?" Tang Luo continued to ask.

The man nodded: "I appeared alone, but I shouldn't be going to complete it alone." Like a primary school student, question and answer, quite stifled.

But there's no helping it—this white-clad monk is too strong; he can't beat him!

Simon, male, a Westerner who loves Sakura Island's second-dimensional culture—don't let his current timid appearance fool you.

In reality, he has survived over ten missions as a Gods and Demons Walker, and is also a fate-holder, a truly powerful veteran.

At least he is a Gods and Demons Walker of the tier of a third-rank humanoid tank.

Simon's fate is Hercules, the legendary strongman, symbol of strength and beauty, not that berserker Basha Ka from "Fit stays tonight."

The ground bow is his weapon equipment; the arrows he shoots are fast and poisonous, with tremendous power.

Yet, having his arrows caught barehanded by the opponent, blocking his rapid-fire arrows—let alone that, they were even thrown back directly, crippling one of his arms!

When did such a terrifying powerhouse appear among Eastern Gods and Demons Walkers?

Simon's personality is rather solitary; he doesn't like to socialize, but he does know something about some of the more famous strongers among Gods and Demons Walkers.

Yet, the white-clad monk before him—he has no impression whatsoever, hasn't even heard of him.

If it weren't for the other party revealing his identity, Simon would think this is the "horrifying native" of the mission world.

"It's possible it wasn't completed by one person alone." Tang Luo said, "I've seen two other Gods and Demons Walkers."

Simon said nothing, his heart filled with deep sorrow.

Why is this happening? Clearly, he came to Sakura Island for tourism, clearly just an hour or two ago he was happily sitting in a maid café, and now he's here having his arm torn apart by a white-clad monk.

"Since you, benefactor, have encountered this poor monk, it proves we share karmic affinity." Tang Luo looked at Simon, smiling as he continued.

"Hmph." Simon's smile was extremely forced.

"This poor monk bears the surname Tang and the dharma name Xuanzang." Tang Luo introduced himself.

"Journey to the West?" Simon blinked, then asked.

"Exactly." Tang Luo smiled faintly, "I don't know, benefactor, what is your name?"

"Hercules, the Strongman..." Simon said, feeling somewhat stifled, for he is indeed the Strongman.

The monk from Journey to the West—isn't he just an ordinary monk? Why can he so violently beat Hercules?

"Very well, Strongman Benefactor, please rise. This poor monk has said we share karmic affinity; our purpose is the same—to end the Hundred Ghosts Night Procession—so we may cooperate." Tang Luo said.

"Really?" Simon said, somewhat surprised and delighted.

"Monks who have left home do not tell falsehoods." Tang Luo said, picking up the severed arm from the road and placing it on Simon's shoulder.

Before Simon could even cry out in pain, Tang Luo performed an enlightened healing, curing his wound.

Simon froze for a moment, then joyfully moved his arm twice, feeling grateful: "Thank you, Holy Monk!" He had already forgotten—or rather, chosen to forget—how he lost his arm.

The title "Holy Monk" is also something he recalls from Journey to the West, where others seem to address the scripture-seeking monk in that way.

Perhaps the pronunciation isn't standard, but with the innate "language comprehension," there's no need to worry about failing to convey meaning in any communication.

Picking up the bow from the ground, Simon stood up.

Black short hair, wearing a short skirt armor, upper body just a single shoulder guard, front and back a single palm-wide metal chain connecting the shoulder guard to the skirt armor.

On his back is a quiver, inside are black sharp arrows, fairly typical of the attire of heroes in ancient Greek mythology.

Emphasizing the human body's strength and beauty—simply put, wearing as little as possible, as little as possible, going bare-chested is basically standard procedure.

"Let's go, Strongman Benefactor." Tang Luo said.

"Where to?" Simon asked, both of them sharing the same mission—how wonderful.

"You don't know?" Tang Luo's eyes instantly turned somewhat dangerous.

"... What should I know?" Simon said, feeling a bit flustered.

"You don't know the source of the Hundred Ghosts Night Procession, so how do you intend to end this Hundred Ghosts Night Procession?" Tang Luo said.

"That... Holy Monk, actually I haven't been in the mission world for long." Simon said.

He has been in the mission world for less than an hour, still in the stage of first killing a wave of monsters no matter what—how would he know where the source of this Hundred Ghosts Night Procession lies?

"It seems our karmic affinity has run its course." Tang Luo said. Wasting his merit power, and he doesn't even know anything?

What use is this Strongman then?

Killing him isn't an option, but giving him a beating to vent anger is still necessary.

"Wait! Wait!" Simon immediately shouted, "Holy Monk, I at least have combat power! Besides, if we go together to find other Gods and Demons Walkers, maybe they know something?"

Unacceptable!

Isn't the scripture-seeking monk in Journey to the West an old softie?

"Roar!"

At that moment, a howl like a wolf and a tiger came from the other side.

Tang Luo turned his head, that was the howl of the Heavenly Roar Hound, filled with ferocity, it seemed he had encountered an opponent.

"Come with the poor monk." Tang Luo said.

"Okay." Simon touched his forehead, only then realizing he had broken out in a cold sweat.

How could this be? He wasn't such a timid person, after so many life-and-death missions, he had no timidity, only steadiness.

What on earth is this monk's background?

Simon's various cowardly reactions, even to say a certain vague instinctual tendency led him to do this.

Like a child liking to open his mouth to bite, to sense the world, such an instinct.

Tang Luo rushed toward the place where the Heavenly Roar Hound's roar came from, very fast, fortunately Simon was also not weak, he could keep up.

"You are good at archery?" Approaching, he could hear the sounds of battle coming, Tang Luo asked.

"Yes." Simon said, his archery skill was naturally first-rate.

Normally, he would choose to shoot arrows first at a distance, close combat belonged to "backup means".

Of course, this did not mean Simon's close combat was weak, the God of Strength was renowned for "infinite strength".

"Then you hide first, watch my gesture and seize the opportunity to act." Tang Luo said.

"——Okay." After a moment of hesitation, Simon said, his steps stopped, and he rushed toward a nearby high point.

This monk is not only not a good person, but also very sinister.

Obviously possessing immense strength, yet he lets others hide in the dark to shoot cold arrows, he is a ruthless person.

"Boom!"

The Heavenly Roar Hound's massive body crashed into the house by the road, the house collapsed with a bang, and at the same time a forelimb flew into the air.

Like real fire, it slowly dissipated.

The Heavenly Roar Hound in the house ruins lost its left forepaw, but black aura swirled around it, quickly recovering, only its originally massive body was now much smaller than before.

After standing up again, the Heavenly Roar Hound shook its head, its red eyes full of fury.

Not far in front of her was the berserk beast Yamo Shige, skin extremely rough, showing a brown-green color, limbs became extremely thick, fingers grew sharp hooked claws, and between the fingers there were webs.

Behind him was a patch covered in sharp spikes, a turtle shell.

The whole person looked like a giant humanoid turtle—or a snapping turtle.

Behind the Heavenly Roar Hound in two directions were Nan and Chiyo.

Nan still wore his white windbreaker, Chiyo had only one puppet floating in front of her, both were not exerting full strength, merely blocking and skirmishing.

If possible, they did not want to provoke this black demon dog.

To be precise, they did not want to provoke the owner of this black demon dog—that white-clad demon monk who made them feel immense pressure at a glance.

At least before the situation became clear, rashly provoking such a formidable enemy for themselves was absolutely an unwise choice.

However, the berserk beast happened to be a madman, dragging Nan and Chiyo into the water.

The two could only help the berserk beast deal with this demon dog together.

If they let it run away, letting it summon that white-clad demon monk, it would not be good.

"Let's do it, that beast roar just now probably already drew attention." Nan said.

Chiyo nodded, and released another two puppets, the number of puppets in front of her became three.

This demon dog is not easy to deal with, even compared to one or two heavenly dogs.

To resolve it quickly, one must bring out real skill.

Chiyo's natural limit of simultaneously controlling puppet numbers is far more than three.

However, controlling fewer puppets also means higher precision in controlling puppets.

Three puppets can prevent the demon dog from escaping and can also exert considerable combat power, currently the best choice.

On the other side, Nan also reached out, about to throw his white windbreaker aside, but just as he touched the shoulder of the windbreaker.

Nan saw a white figure come from far to near, bringing a howling gale, standing beside the berserk beast.

Yamo Shige turned his head, looked at the white-clad monk beside him, and at the same time raised his turtle claw, he slapped forward without hesitation.

The force was immense, bringing a gale!

"Boom!"

A loud bang, the earth trembled.

The house beside the road shook, nearly collapsing, a pit appeared on the road.

The bottom of the pit was face down, the turtle shell shattered, Yamo Shige's life or death unknown.

"Who allowed you to move the poor monk's dog?"

Tang Luo withdrew his gaze from Yamo Shige, looked up and asked.