Chapter 383: Kneading Dough

Before Tang Luo could act to shatter the coalescing black mist again, the entire building seemed to shudder.

The black mist dispersed and thinned once more; the crowd did not notice this change and continued running outward.

Before long, the building shook again, accompanied by a loud boom — the sound of something heavy hitting the ground.

The crowd let out a shriek and ran even faster, in greater panic.

Tang Luo raised his hand and blasted the thick glass beside him to pieces, widening the exit further and preventing a stampede.

After a few minutes, the people in the mall had mostly cleared out.

The remainder were farther from this position, or still inside rooms; the surrounding darkness could not be dispelled, and they were groping forward with difficulty.

Tang Luo flicked a finger, and the Glazed Flame landed on a nearby ornament, burning.

For the next few minutes it would serve as a stable light source, guiding the remaining people here.

At the same time preventing the black mist at the exit from coalescing again.

Not immediately returning into the mall building to find the Suit Man, Tang Luo walked out the front door and stood outside looking at the building.

The entire building was shrouded in dense black fog; the black mist poured down continuously from the top like flowing water.

It vanished upon hitting the ground.

Blurry, eerie figures could be seen constantly crawling on the outside of the building, moving so fast that ordinary eyesight could barely catch them.

Outside the building, quite a few bold onlookers were filming.

There were also some who had just fled extremely fast, wailing and howling, who now found their courage multiplied and pulled out phones to join the filming ranks.

However, whether bold or timid, no one dared touch the "black qi" pouring down from the building's top floor, let alone approach it.

Seeing Tang Luo come out, the surrounding crowd stirred.

Before they could question him or anything, Tang Luo turned and walked back inside.

Through this sole doorway, looking from outside to in, the scene inside the building was fairly clear in this nearby area thanks to the Glazed Flame.

But a little further in, it plunged into darkness.

Tang Luo's figure was swallowed by the darkness; moving silently, he quickly reached the place where the loud boom had originated — the "ruins" of the escalator that had been severed and fallen to the ground.

Atop the ruins, the Suit Man's corpse clone was still struggling difficultly, showing it could still be salvaged.

Its freakishly long black limbs had all been broken, its chest caved in, nearly forming a "thin sheet."

The injuries looked like they were caused by a blunt weapon.

"Boom!" Another loud boom; the ground shook beside Tang Luo, who was in the middle of finishing it off.

A figure slammed heavily onto the ground.

It should have fallen into the basement level below, but because the black qi's coverage included the ground beneath Tang Luo and company, which was extraordinarily firm, it did not fall to the basement.

What slammed onto the ground was also a Suit Man clone.

Before it could rise again, Ao Yulie landed, bringing a magic staff down on its head; the Suit Man's head exploded, the headless body collapsing and twitching slightly.

"Master, this equipment is pretty handy," Ao Yulie said to Tang Luo, "showing off" his new toy.

Tang Luo expressed neither agreement nor disagreement: "I just guided another one across. Two left now? One clone, one main body?"

"Should be," Ao Yulie said.

At this moment, the ornament at the doorway turned into a pile of gray-white ash; the Glazed Flame vanished, and the surrounding black qi quickly enveloped them again.

Turning the building's interior once more into a dead zone with no way in or out.

The Suit Man clearly had no intention of escaping, planning to "fight to the death" with Tang Luo and company here — this was good news.

Without a sound, another Suit Man figure appeared behind Tang Luo.

It wasn't standing; it lay prone on the ground, crawling at extreme speed, closing to ten meters before leaping up, its freakishly long arms like a spider's pedipalps.

Its palms turned into sharp black spines, stabbing at Tang Luo's head.

Ao Yulie flashed to Tang Luo's side, gripping his magic staff with both hands and bringing it down on the Suit Man's head in a baseball swing.

The Suit Man flew backward, crashing into a neighboring shop.

Tang Luo could even hear the staff emit a creaking wail, as if protesting to Ao Yulie that this was not how a magic staff was meant to be used.

Even the white-robed wizard Gandalf, at least, used a sword, rather than directly bludgeoning people with a magic staff.

Fortunately, a Divine Demon Game product — sturdy material; even with incorrect usage, it could withstand this degree of abuse.

After that Suit Man flew into the shop, there was no further movement.

Clearly it was done for as well.

With this, all five corpse clones had been finished off by Tang Luo and Ao Yulie.

The black qi shrouding the building still had not dissipated; the Suit Man's main body should be hiding in some dark corner, peering out, using the darkness to wait for an opportunity to strike.

However, the darkness inside the building had absolutely no effect on either Tang Luo or Ao Yulie.

"Come out! I know you're in here — don't hide silently in a corner! You've got the guts to seal the building, how come you haven't got the guts to come out!" Ao Yulie waved his magic staff, pacing everywhere, looking exactly like a bully kicking a widow's door at night.

Any "ghost" with a shred of dignity would absolutely be unable to endure such provocation.

An abnormal figure appeared, swaying unsteadily.

Slightly different from the Suit Men just now.

This Suit Man's limbs exceeded three meters in length, far surpassing the clones; the five fingers on its hands had turned into writhing tentacle-like things.

Its feet, however, had formed into sharp black spines; it walked swaying unsteadily.

Like a humanoid spider, yet also like a giant macaque.

The black suit on its body was not clean, stained with much filth; as for the source of that filth, it was better not to investigate.

"Heh." Ao Yulie chuckled lightly. Good, it's here.

He moved swift as wind, fast as lightning, appearing at the Suit Man's side, leaping high, bringing down a stick — the magic staff — onto the Suit Man's head.

However, this sure-kill swing struck empty air.

The suited man vanished the instant before the magic staff reached him, reappearing on Ao Yulie's other side, his right hand's five fingers twisted together like a drill stabbing toward Ao Yulie's chest.

It is common knowledge that a person in midair, with no foothold, finds it very hard to move, unless you can fly or are a Naruto ninja.

Ao Yulie is not a Naruto ninja, but he can fly.

The suited man's sure-fire strike was easily dodged by Ao Yulie, who brought the staff down again.

He has a magic staff; smashing back and forth is really fun.

Ao Yulie's equally sure-fire smash missed, just like his opponent's "drill."

The suited man teleported once more.

In this still fairly spacious space, Ao Yulie and the suited man's figures frantically shifted positions.

Human eyesight simply cannot capture the trajectory of the two's movements.

Ao Yulie is simply fast; the suited man's speed is actually mediocre, but he can teleport, and with virtually no cooldown, allowing continuous, uninterrupted teleportation.

This second he appears here, the next second he can appear elsewhere.

Another staff swing missed; Ao Yulie stood in place, the suited man appeared behind him, the tentacle-formed drill twisting and rotating, stabbing straight at his back.

This time he did not dodge.

The instant the suited man appeared and acted, a giant hand seal emerged behind it.

Clenching, the great hand seal seized the suited man, who had just appeared and had no time to teleport away.

Tang Luo extended his left hand, gently exerting force to grip.

The suited man's body shuddered, crushed by the Glazed Nirvana Great Hand Seal, emitting a large amount of black qi.

One could see three distinct white hollows appear on the black head exposed outside, with large amounts of black qi escaping from them.

Tang Luo's and Ao Yulie's ears were instantly filled with miserable shrieks, piercing and harsh.

Like countless dead roaring in their ears.

Gripping tightly, the suited man's body emitted sounds like steel tendons and iron bones being forcibly torn and snapped, the shrieks cutting off abruptly.

Tang Luo released his hand, the hand seal vanished, and the suited man's puddle of mangled flesh fell to the ground.

"It's actually a physical body... I thought it would be like the 'ghost category'." Ao Yulie said.

Usually this kind of thing belongs to the ghost category — after death the soul flies apart and scatters, not even leaving a "corpse."

Unexpectedly this suited man was actually a physical entity; he died yet left a corpse behind.

Moreover, his body's toughness far exceeded Ao Yulie's expectations.

He reckoned that taking out that sniper rifle equipment and shooting it in the head would probably only leave a shallow mark; his own "Dragon Power" likely couldn't even hold or crush the opponent to death.

Only Master could do it — pinching it to death like kneading dough, effortlessly.

In Tang Luo's hands, of course he must ferry them all the way to the West; even a "corpse" cannot be left behind.

He lightly tapped a finger, Glazed Flame flashed, and the suited man's pinched-dead body could not leave even ashes, dead beyond death.

The black qi covering and enveloping the building had already receded when Tang Luo pinched the suited man into a ball of mangled flesh.

When the corpse was completely burned away by the Glazed Flame, the 2 in the mission info turned into 3.

Proving Tang Luo's "seeing Buddha off to the West" was very necessary; if not burned, that puddle of mangled flesh on the ground might "revive" at any time.

"Done." Ao Yulie said, the feeling of stretching his muscles and bones was not bad.

The two did not linger, leaving through the nearest main gate; outside there were still large crowds of onlookers, and the sound of sirens could be heard from afar.

From the suited man's appearance, to the black qi enveloping the building, until now the time was only about ten minutes.

Eight of those minutes were used to evacuate the crowd; Tang Luo also gained quite a lot of merit power.

With no intention of a night tour at the police station, Tang Luo and Ao Yulie, under the crowd's curious and complex gazes, left directly.

No one dared stop them; rather, quite a few people held up phones filming while following.

Some even thanked them incessantly.

Although they didn't understand what had happened, the crowd wasn't stupid; who helped save them from predicament was very clear.

Once Tang Luo and Ao Yulie sped up, this group of people couldn't keep up.

As for Xiaotian Quan, it had long since jumped onto Tang Luo's shoulder when Ao Yulie and the suited man were competing over who was faster.