Chapter 243: You Don't Look Like a Good Person

After two transactions, Tang Luo's days in the modern world once again became calm and peaceful.

For the time being, no demons or monsters appeared to allow Master Xuanzang to accumulate merit.

In fact, this is the norm in the real world—though there are no shortage of strange creatures, they are extremely rare.

The real world is a safe haven, a shelter for gods and demons to walk.

Even if gods and demons walking the earth wanted to cause trouble, they would do so slowly and cautiously.

For example, Wen Hanfei, An'an's father, this god-and-demon walker who is very interested in Tang Luo, chose a very ordinary person's way—completely unlike a god-and-demon walker—to test Tang Luo.

After completing his seventh mission and returning, Tang Luo had passed over half a month.

Wen Hanfei stood outside Tang Luo's door with a grim face, continuously pressing the doorbell.

Behind him followed a tall man wearing sunglasses, who was Wen Hanfei's driver.

At the same time, he was also a god-and-demon walker, a member of "us."

During the second mission, he encountered Wen Hanfei, was subdued by him, and has been loyal ever since.

"What is it?" Tang Luo leisurely came to open the door and asked.

"Do you know me?" Wen Hanfei adjusted his glasses and asked, of course he would not appear as a god-and-demon walker, but came in his real-world identity.

Originally, Wen Hanfei did not intend to personally appear to test what Tang Luo planned to do.

However, plans could not keep up with changes—the pawn he had set up, that god-and-demon walker, died in the mission!

This was very awkward.

Gods and demons do not care about whether it is New Year or not.

Just because it's a big New Year, they wouldn't cancel missions? That doesn't exist—missions must happen when they should, with no room for delay.

Thus, Wen Hanfei had no choice but to appear personally.

Besides, his real-world identity actually suited him to interact with Tang Luo.

Giving him a warning, forcing this violent arhat to reveal some flaws, could not be more appropriate.

"I know you." Tang Luo said, "What do you want from me?"

"Don't you know it yourself?" Wen Hanfei said, glancing sideways at Tang Luo and looking inside the house, "The house is not bad."

"Well, it's indeed not bad." Tang Luo said.

"Actually, I chose it." Wen Hanfei said, "At least let me come in and sit for a while."

"Alright." Tang Luo smiled and stepped aside.

This gesture made Wen Hanfei's heart twitch slightly—this violent arhat seemed not as violent as rumored?

After thinking, it actually made sense.

After all, there is an invisible high-voltage line in the real world.

"You wait outside." Wen Hanfei first said to his driver, then entered the room, taking the host's seat on the sofa, and said to Tang Luo, "Sit."

Tang Luo closed the door, did not sit down, and directly said to Wen Hanfei: "Are you here to consecrate? Exchange all healing items, Xuanzang consecrates, honest to young and old."

"What are you talking about?" Wen Hanfei frowned and asked.

Tang Luo asked, "Or do you want to buy equipment? I remember I haven't added you as a friend."

"What do you mean?" Wen Hanfei showed just the right amount of confusion.

But his heart was pounding wildly.

The violent arhat knowing how to consecrate and heal—he had found that out, and it did not surprise Wen Hanfei.

It was merely a relatively rare healing skill.

But Tang Luo said consecrate, then said equipment—this is not something one should say to an ordinary person, but rather to a god-and-demon walker.

Why would he say that?

What does he know, and what is he testing?

"Huh?" Tang Luo showed a half-smile, "Do you think I don't know you're actually a god-and-demon walker, so you deliberately came in your real-world identity to test me? Speaking of which, why are you testing me?"

Clouds and mist, mutual testing, yielding and accommodating?

Sorry, if Wen Hanfei hadn't come to the door, Tang Luo wouldn't have deliberately gone over to expose him.

But since he came to the door, Tang Luo certainly couldn't pretend not to know, and engaged in a psychological duel with Wen Hanfei.

Although Tang Luo is idle, he's not that idle.

Moreover, Master Xuanzang is open and aboveboard—what matter cannot be put on the table to speak of? Oh, the matter of putting someone in a sack and beating them cannot be spoken of.

After hearing Tang Luo's words, Wen Hanfei fell silent, his heart surging with tumultuous waves.

How did the violent arhat in front of him know his god-and-demon walker identity? He was confident his identity was very secret, known to very few.

Including the people of "us," they only know one part, not the other.

Even his bedmate has been kept in the dark—it couldn't be An'an leaking it, as An'an doesn't even know.

"……You, playing games until you became a severe internet addict?" While his thoughts flew in disarray, Wen Hanfei instinctively chose to struggle one last time.

Tang Luo said nothing, raised his hand, and threw a punch.

Wen Hanfei's face instantly turned grim, instinctively reaching out to catch it.

Tang Luo's fist landed on Wen Hanfei's palm, producing a crisp sound of bone breaking.

Wen Hanfei's right hand directly drooped down, one punch from Tang Luo shattering his bones.

"If you don't die from my punch, you still claim you're not a god-and-demon walker?" Tang Luo looked at Wen Hanfei and said, "Speak plainly. What do you want from me? Is it consecration and healing, or subduing demons, punishing evil and promoting good?"

What do you want?

Now Wen Hanfei just wants to kill Tang Luo.

But he can't—just now that punch told Wen Hanfei that the opponent's frontal assault strength is extremely strong.

At this distance, in this environment, if Wen Hanfei strikes, he might end up both losing, not worth the loss.

I, I just came to take a look. The situation had completely slipped out of control, and Wen Hanfei's original script was entirely thrown into chaos.

He had originally come as a father to warn Tang Luo, telling him to stay away from An'an.

As for the reason, it was naturally because he discovered that An'an and Tang Luo were in contact; as a father concerned for his daughter, coming to warn him was perfectly reasonable.

Not to mention Tang Luo's special identity.

Wen Hanfei could easily create an image of narrow-mindedness, fearing that Tang Luo would come to seize the family inheritance, and observe what reaction this violent arhat would have.

See what his true purpose in approaching An'an actually is.

Then turn the tables and capture him in one fell swoop, subdue him—or, kill him.

The An family, the An clan, is very important to Wen Hanfei; his real-world identity can provide him with considerable assistance.

Anyone who wants to covet his territory must pay a price.

That's how it should have been!

But before the plot could even unfold, he suffered defeat before battle and died at the first strike, and even had one arm crippled by the opponent.

What's wrong with this Tang Luo? Is his head filled only with muscles?

Doesn't he know the principle of gradual probing and patient planning? Charging head-on right away, not fearing that overzealousness might backfire and get himself killed?

It's like two people both carrying guns, not knowing whether the other's intentions are good or evil, so naturally they hide their guns, probing with words while preparing to open fire.

As often seen in Northwestern cowboy films.

Everyone drinks while chatting; any slight disturbance triggers a gunfight.

It should have unfolded exactly like that!

Right from the start: "Hey, buddy, I know you have a gun, so what do you want to do?"—not afraid of being shot by someone?

Wen Hanfei deeply regretted not acting when Tang Luo spoke those words about enlightenment, to seize the initiative.

Or he shouldn't have let the driver wait outside; otherwise, he wouldn't have been so passive.

But time cannot be turned back; it's too late now, and the initiative lies with Tang Luo.

"Take a look?" Tang Luo said, "What's there to see? By the way, you came just in time—I have something to ask you."

"What matter..." Wen Hanfei smoothly shifted the topic.

"Is An'an becoming a god-demon wanderer related to you?" Tang Luo has always been blunt and direct.

"An'an?" Wen Hanfei still wanted to pretend.

Tang Luo frowned slightly: "You bastard, you're really hypocritical—can't you be honest just once? As the saying goes, the gentleman is open and aboveboard, the petty man is secretive and anxious; if you keep this up, this monk will have to convert you."

Clearly, they could have communicated properly, but he insisted on getting beaten first before speaking the truth.

Why must he be so despicable?

Wen Hanfei's eyelid twitched; he nearly flipped out on the spot, but being accustomed to endurance, he immediately suppressed his anger and forced a smile: "It seems my guess was correct—An'an has indeed become a god-demon wanderer. To be frank, I discovered your chat records with An'an, and some doubts brought me here."

"So, An'an becoming a god-demon wanderer has nothing to do with you?"

"Hah, do you think whether a person can become a god-demon wanderer is decided by us god-demon wanderers?" Wen Hanfei shook his head, his voice carrying a hint of suppressed anger: "We are merely a bunch of pawns at the mercy of others; to complete our tasks, we must complete them, without resistance."

"Enough, I'm not interested in your inner journey." Tang Luo said, "Since you've come, then leave something behind."

Wen Hanfei narrowed his eyes, a dangerous glint flashing: "Leave something behind?"

It seems we really have to fight? If possible, he doesn't want to engage in an unprepared battle.

Even if he wins, there won't be much to gain; he has to admit, this brainless brute has good luck—he actually pushed him to this extent.

According to reason, it should be that a son of a thousand gold does not sit beneath the hall.

But after all, he is a god-demon wanderer—how could he possibly not face danger head-on?

If he lacks even the courage to face danger, Wen Hanfei could not be a god-demon wanderer; he doesn't think his coming here was rash, only that his luck was bad.

"Exactly. What healing items, equipment—all can be." Tang Luo said.

Wen Hanfei came to the door with ill intentions.

Tang Luo didn't necessarily intend to convert him, but wanting to leave without giving something in return is also unacceptable.

Simply put, it's about leaving money to buy one's life.

"That's also reasonable." Wen Hanfei said, "But are you sure you want to turn against me directly over some healing medicines? Frankly, I came here only out of concern for my daughter, not necessarily planning to do anything to you. Our relationship could actually be twisted into a single rope. I'm not exactly weak; you know the financial strength of the An family—it could be a great help."

He began to recruit.

"No, you don't look like a good person." Tang Luo laughed and refused, "And where does your confidence come from to say you're not weak?"

Wen Hanfei couldn't help but glance at his severed arm; his face instantly darkened.