Chapter 188: Hundred Ghosts Night Procession · Divine Palanquin

"Whoosh!"

A sound of transformation rang out, and the three puppets before Chiyo instantly turned into three shields, blocking her front solidly.

Just now, what happened? She hadn't even seen it clearly.

Nan's hand on his shoulder slowly clenched into a fist, his face grave.

As a close-combat fighter, he had only vaguely seen the white-clad demon monk extend his right hand, as if merely tapping the hardest part of Ueno Shigeru's turtle shell?

Just a light tap downward—yes, that simple.

"We mean no harm." Chiyo's voice came from behind the puppets.

Now facing this white-clad demon monk directly, the pressure and threat she felt were far greater than a fleeting glance from afar.

Like sitting at the mouth of a volcano about to erupt.

"I'm afraid it won't be so easily settled." Nan said in a deep voice, taking off his white windbreaker and tossing it to the ground.

The Heavenly Hound ran excitedly toward Tang Luo, promptly turning back into a small kitten, leaping onto Tang Luo's shoulder, looking proud and smug.

"..."

This change made Chiyo and Nan's hearts sink even heavier.

This demon dog was stronger than a tengu, enough to be called a great demon.

If it were merely a mount, that would be fine, but now it clearly seemed to be this white-clad demon monk's pet?

Treating a great demon as a mount versus treating it as a pet to raise are entirely different meanings.

The former at least indicates its combat power or other aspects still help the master—it's essentially a battle pet.

The latter, ordinary people certainly wouldn't expect their huskies and corgis to fight—being cute and silly is enough.

Nan watched the demon dog mysteriously turn into a cat, adept at acting cute and begging, and felt utterly uncomfortable.

"Go find them." Tang Luo rubbed the Heavenly Hound's head.

"Meow." The Heavenly Hound rubbed Tang Luo's hand shamelessly, then jumped down and vanished in a flash.

She still knew clearly who they were.

Nan clenched his fists, released them, clenched again, his chest rising and slowly falling, the rubble at his feet rolling, dust blown up—clearly he had prepared for battle.

Chiyo, meanwhile, trembled with both hands and directly set down the three puppets before her, letting them fall at her feet, then took out another puppet.

This was her strongest puppet.

Chiyo knew well that against such a master, having more puppets was actually useless; better to control just one, which could still pose a threat.

At the same time, Chiyo cursed Ueno Shigeru in her heart.

Just now she had advised him: this demon dog had someone behind it, not an easy opponent.

And that bastard said, "Let him come."

Well, now this white-clad demon monk has come—you, him, damn it, lie on the ground and play dead!

As the two prepared, Ueno Shigeru, lying on the ground, twitched his fingers slightly, then suddenly lifted his head and let out an earth-shaking beast roar!

In that instant of seizing the initiative, Ueno Shigeru's half-human, half-turtle form changed, exposing steel-needle-like short hairs on his body and face.

His body instantly swelled slightly, his mouth protruded, his hair turned white and lengthened, like armor covering his bleeding back.

The half-human, half-beast Ueno Shigeru didn't even stand up, but lunged forward and bit directly at Tang Luo's ankle!

Just now it was a crocodile turtle; now it's a honey badger, aka the "flat-headed brother," the most fearless and ferocious animal!

Cracks appeared on the ground, splitting open, and Nan vanished without a trace.

As Ueno Shigeru opened his mouth, he had already appeared before Tang Luo with a gust of wind so fierce one couldn't open their eyes.

Clenched fists, like two heavy iron blocks, Nan's body appeared slightly stiff—rather than saying he actively swung his fists at Tang Luo,

it was more like relying on immense inertia, using his fists as horns, carrying out a berserk impact to the extreme!

The iron fist appeared before his eyes, and behind Tang Luo, a blade silently appeared.

A black blade, with no reflection at all—aside from the blade itself, there was nothing else extra.

But if you looked closely, you'd notice the space behind the blade was slightly distorted, vaguely revealing a humanoid outline.

Besides the three puppets fallen on the ground before Chiyo, the last puppet she had taken out was now nowhere to be seen.

Instead, it had already been controlled by Chiyo to hide behind Tang Luo for a sneak attack.

The blade stabbed straight toward his lower back.

Three-sided attack, an inescapable situation formed instantly.

At this moment, the roar of the berserk Ueno Shigeru had not yet ceased.

Then it cut off abruptly—not a normal shout ending work, but as if someone had choked his throat, making his voice unable to sound, cutting off suddenly!

Tang Luo lifted his right foot, not dodging, not avoiding, and swept it directly at Ueno Shigeru's protruding mouth.

At the moment of contact, terrifying power erupted, and Ueno Shigeru's head exploded like fireworks.

He reached out and caught Nan's iron fist.

The impact, comparable to a heavy tank advancing at full speed, didn't even budge Tang Luo's palm.

Moreover, Tang Luo grabbed Nan's fist, turned his body, and used it as a weapon, smashing it toward the invisible puppet behind him.

On that side, Chiyo violently swung her hand, the puppet moved quickly, barely dodging.

Nan's body brushed past her puppet, knocking that blade off course, smashing it into the house on the other side, reducing it to a pile of rubble, and he himself was buried in it.

"Hah, interesting, you."

Tang Luo lowered his head to look at Ueno Shigeru rolling out of the pit.

Just now, one kick had directly blasted his head apart, but Ueno Shigeru hadn't died from it.

He lay on the ground, and at the break in his neck, a blood-colored water ball had grown, strangely swaying, vaguely showing a face, struggling to restore itself into a head's shape.

Chiyo's puppet revealed its form, wandering ghost-like beside Tang Luo, not rashly attacking.

Attacking is also giving him food; it requires others to cooperate to be possible.

On the other side, the ruined house shifted slightly; Nan pushed aside the stones pressing on his body and stood up, his clothes somewhat torn, but he had no injuries.

Like Ximon, Nan is also a seasoned expert who has survived more than ten missions.

Although he is not a fate-holder, after multiple missions, he intentionally and very luckily shaped his own skills into the "Six Styles of the Navy."

It cannot be compared to ordinary scattered skills.

What was just displayed were Shave and Iron Mass.

Iron Mass can make the body as hard as steel, and combined with Shave's high-speed movement, it formed the attack just now.

When Tang Luo caught it, he also maintained the Iron Mass defensive posture; Tang Luo's swing and throw were very casual, without using force.

Nan also suffered no injury and still had the strength to fight again.

Furthermore, Nan has fully mastered Shave and Iron Mass, integrating them into his true own ability, which he can unleash at will.

His actual combat power has not diminished in the slightest.

As for the mad beast Ye Shigemori, being able to preserve his life is already not bad; he cannot even crawl up.

Nan walking out of the ruins showed no trace of joy on his face.

The three of them seizing the opportunity to surround and attack were still easily resolved by this white-clothed demon monk, and he also severely injured Ye Shigemori.

Now only he and Chiyo remain; how should this battle be fought?

He and Chiyo both have hidden moves, but can these hidden moves truly kill this demon monk?

No, to be precise, can they inflict sufficient damage on this white-clothed demon monk to allow them to escape?

Chiyo and Nan truly have no confidence at all.

Is this sudden mission's outcome just to send them to die?

To be honest, Nan does not feel that the greatest difficulty of this mission comes from the white-clothed demon monk before him, but from the half-dead Ye Shigemori.

How exactly did this guy manage to survive until now?

Tang Luo did not move, so Nan and Chiyo dared not act rashly either.

For a moment, the field fell silent—not just nearby, but it seemed the entire city had suddenly fallen silent.

Only some wind sounds could be heard.

"What's going on?" Nan felt something strange.

Whether it was the earlier battle with the dog demon or the current fight with the white-clothed demon monk, both were enough to make the surrounding hundreds of demons flee in terror.

It is normal for the vicinity to be quiet.

But why now does it seem that even the entire city has fallen silent?

Nan glanced at Tang Luo and noticed he was looking toward the far end of the road.

The white-clothed demon monk did not attack—had he discovered something?

At the end of the road, a staggering figure appeared, swaying as it walked toward them.

Nan narrowed his eyes and made out the figure's appearance.

It was a small old man with an exaggeratedly large head, wearing a somewhat oversized brown kimono, a large bump protruding from the back of his head, his hands gathered in his sleeves and held in front of his body, walking with a furtive, tiptoeing gait that looked rather comical and laughable.

"Slippery-head ghost?"

Nan and Chiyo simultaneously thought of a type of demon among the hundreds of demons; in legend, it is also a great demon, but of the idle, shiftless kind.

Is that white-clothed demon monk looking at this slippery-head ghost?

Could it be that this slippery-head ghost is very strong, strong enough to draw the white-clothed demon monk's attention?

Nan slowly retreated two steps; two dangerous great demons facing off—this is their chance for survival!

But as fate would have it, what they feared came to pass: the slippery-head ghost saw Nan, suddenly smiled, and actually quickened its pace toward him.

"..."

Nan was speechless for a moment; damn it! What happened to the promised chance for survival? Instead, it turned into a two-sided attack!

The slippery-head ghost walked in front of Nan, straining to lift its head to look at this tall man.

"Die!"

Nan let out a fierce roar and slammed a heavy punch toward the slippery-head ghost.

Not a skill or ability, but simply the most basic, straightforward punch!

The slippery-head ghost's body tilted, dodging Nan's punch just in time, but Nan's right leg immediately followed with a horizontal sweep, kicking the slippery-head ghost's large head.

With a sound, the slippery-head ghost directly crashed into the nearby ruins.

"A bit weak?"

Before Nan could truly judge the slippery-head ghost's strength, the ghost in the ruins had already crawled out, continuing to shake its head and sway its body while walking, completely unharmed.

However, this time the gaze was not on Nan, but turned toward Tang Luo.

"Oh, indeed it looks—"

The slippery-head ghost walked up to Tang Luo, raised its head, and sighed.

Before it could finish speaking, a white flash streaked past, and Tang Luo beheaded it with a single sword stroke.

The headless corpse fell into the pit; Tang Luo lifted the extracted Whirlwind and walked forward, giving it a shake.

The Whirlwind transformed from sword to whip, wrapping around the slippery-head ghost's head, which Tang Luo then threw back toward the direction it came from.

On that side, at some unknown time, a strange golden light began to shimmer, like a cluster of misty vapor, slowly moving toward this place.

The slippery-head ghost's head fell into the golden light.

The light rapidly contracted.

Nan's expression froze, and he retreated several steps.

At the end of the road, a group of slippery-head ghosts gathered around a rather large palanquin, walking toward them.

Like the attendants who clear the way ahead and behind.

And those carrying the sedan are towering celestial dogs, one after another.

At a glance, there seem to be nearly fifty of them!

The sedan curtains hang down, and within, a shadow in a black tall hat can be vaguely seen seated.