Chapter 397: I Have a Real Haunted House

Tang Luo glanced at this pit-of-a-disciple speechlessly, slapped a Flight Talisman onto himself: "Let's go, back to the Dragon King."

Right now Tang Luo spends half his time at home, half his time on the Dragon King.

Out on the open sea, it's convenient for Tang Luo to deploy and practice all kinds of skills.

Sparring with people yields better results than simply casting skills alone.

Home is in the urban city area after all; the sea is more convenient — he can conjure a "vast and majestic" scene without worry.

The lack of cover isn't a problem either; Ao Yulie shrouds it in clouds and mist, and satellites and such can't detect it.

As for legends like the "Bermuda Triangle" born from "sea fog," those have nothing to do with Tang Luo.

Can the products of human imagination be blamed on Tang Luo?

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"Master, what kind of ghost world is this? Feels like I'm carrying a mountain on my back, so uncomfortable, so tired, just want to lie down."

One day later, mission world. Ao Yulie wanted to take back the big talk he'd blown.

This pose — he couldn't keep it up!

This mission is a three-month survival mission.

No special identities were deliberately arranged for Tang Luo and the other God-Demon Walkers; it's not role-play, and there are no other extra requirements.

Participants, including Tang Luo and Ao Yulie, total 10 people.

The headcount reaches the most Tang Luo has ever had in a mission, even exceeding the nine in "Save Great You."

On top of that, this unusual baptism-by-fire opening.

This survival mission bared its sharp fangs at everyone from the start.

But from the angle of Ao Yulie's special identity, it could also count as a nine-person mission.

Among these nine, Tang Luo saw three acquaintances who'd been through a mission together once before.

Their complexions were equally ugly; unlike Ao Yulie playing dead fish, dying to lie down on the spot, they merely revealed a faint, hard-to-adapt-to pain.

"Indeed quite heavy." Tang Luo moved his arm.

Xiaotian Dog lay on Tang Luo's shoulder, meowed once — pitiful, weak, helpless.

The moment they entered this mission world, they felt a terrifyingly powerful suppression force.

Like reaching the deep ocean; every movement met enormous resistance, and they had rocks tied to them — no buoyancy whatsoever.

Even breathing came rapid.

One-hour stud turned into three-second man in an instant.

"What massive suppression. I also kinda want to lie down." An unkempt man said, then addressed Tang Luo, "Master, long time no see. Didn't expect another survival mission... pressure's huge."

This unkempt man was none other than Li Suibian of the Martial World Myth, Sword Immortal fate, who'd been through a mission with Tang Luo.

That mission, Tang Luo encountered the Earth Store King's demonic obsession and achieved Vajra Lapis Buddha Bones.

Tang Luo gave a slight nod in acknowledgement.

"Master."

"Master."

Two others also greeted Tang Luo, one man one woman.

The woman was the Queen of Blood of Near-Science, Tang Yuhan; the man was Zhang Xiuping.

"Save Great You" mission comrade; Tang Yuhan cooperated extensively with Tang Luo during the mission, good relationship, occasional contact and a trade or two back in the real world.

The other, Zhang Xiuping, was just a nodding acquaintance.

The remaining five were strangers — wait, one of them looks a bit familiar.

"It's you!" Nan Taisheng's eyes narrowed; he couldn't help stepping back, as if facing a great enemy.

Tang Luo looked at him: "This benefactor is?"

Nan Taisheng's face darkened, unsure whether to be angry the other didn't remember him, or go with the flow and pretend "nice to meet you, please guide me."

Like Li Suibian, this one also went through the same mission world with Tang Luo.

But he belonged to neither enemy camp nor own camp; he and two other God-Demon Walkers from Cherry Blossom Island crashed in midway.

One "Beast Faction" attacked Xiaotian Dog, creating hostility; three besieged Tang Luo, and that Ueno Shigeru even had his head blown apart by Tang Luo.

Of course, that's not the point.

The point is, this monk who's already grown white hair possesses extremely tyrannical strength.

He, Nan Taisheng, a dignified Fourth Stage powerhouse, was used like a brick by the other side and the mission boss's underlings — who could take that?

At that time, Nan Taisheng instantly — dropped down, played brick, mentally chanting "can't see me can't see me."

A true man can bend and stretch; this is basic operation.

Facts proved Nan Taisheng's choice was extremely correct, because the other side and the mission boss simply didn't give a damn about this small fry.

Both sides fought each other on their own.

In the end, this Master Xuanzang tore the mission boss apart by hand, letting Nan Taisheng and the rest escape successfully — an unconventional thigh-hugging.

Never expected to run into this monk again on this mission.

Nan Taisheng felt enormous pressure.

"Bakayaro! What kind of attitude is that..." Nan Taisheng's side was on high alert; a man behind him immediately started clamoring.

This mission, including Ao Yulie (not counting Xiaotian Dog), totals ten people, among whom a full five are Cherry Blossom Island God-Demon Walkers.

Due to geography and land area, Cherry Blossom Island has relatively fewer hidden God-Demon Walkers.

As a Fourth Stage powerhouse, Nan Taisheng is a known figure among Cherry Blossom Island God-Demon Walkers and never deliberately hid his identity.

The other four God-Demon Walkers, even if they haven't truly met, know his reputation; two even know his face.

Seeing Tang Luo's dismissive attitude, they instantly got displeased!

This is a fourth-rank powerhouse, the pride of the Sakura Island Divine Demons who walk among them—you…

"Pa!"

A crisp sound rang out—Nan Taisheng didn't hesitate, backhanding him with a slap that left the man called Xiao Zhe dazed, then stepped forward quickly, stopping in front of Tang Luo.

He bowed deeply, nearly folding himself in two: "Master Xuanzang!"

Tang Luo saw this guy in a white coat and recalled: "Oh, it's you."

"Yes, yes, it's me." Nan Taisheng straightened up, his body slightly hunched, hands clasped in front, smiling obsequiously—very lewd.

The few Sakura Island Divine Demons who walked stared, mouths agape.

Then these people reacted, including the one with the swollen face, also stepping forward and bowing in unison.

"Master Xuanzang!"

Two of them still couldn't adapt to this world's overwhelming suppression, nearly collapsing face-first to the ground.

What's so great about submitting and fawning over the strong? This is basic procedure.

In the future, it's not like there's no chance to turn things around, become masters, and gain the opportunity to become strong.

"Go, go! What are you doing?" Ao Yulie was greatly displeased, like shooing a dog.

When will you lot jump out and demand to cling to thick thighs?

Even when lining up as sycophants, you don't get a turn, huh!

The basic meeting situation is just like this.

This mission is a survival mission—say it's simple, and it is, because you don't need to investigate anything; just find a place to hole up comfortably for three months and you'll pass.

Say it's difficult, and it is—if you don't seek trouble, trouble will find you automatically.

Moreover, this mission world is extremely bizarre, exerting extremely strong suppression on everyone.

It will greatly reduce everyone's strength, making it foreseeable that soon they'll be exhausted from fleeing for their lives.

Take Nan Taisheng as an example—under normal circumstances, with his strength, one punch could easily shatter the wall beside him, "Shave" high-speed movement would be undetectable to the gaze of ordinary Divine Demons who walk, making him appear to teleport.

But now, Nan Taisheng throws a punch with all his might, and can only leave a few cracks on the wall beside him.

"Shave" can only slightly increase his speed now, lacking the high-speed movement of normal conditions.

As for Ao Yulie on this side, he can't even fly into the air—he can only leap three feet high, and sky-flight is suppressed to roughly the level of lightness skill.

Tang Yuhan's Steel Wings, when deployed, can't even manifest their form, at most granting her the effect of lightness skill for this period.

Everyone has suffered extreme suppression.

This fits perfectly with the survival theme of this survival mission.

In these three months, aside from Tang Luo, Ao Yulie, and the Heavenly Hound, everyone else must first solve food and water—going hungry a few days is fine, but starving for three months? That means certain death.

This survival mission—this time, everyone didn't split up to investigate the basic conditions of the mission world, but gathered together, advancing and retreating as one.

"Ancient style..."

"Jianghu martial world."

After investigating, this mission world—at least where Tang Luo and his group are located—has its basic appearance now laid bare before their eyes.

This is a world belonging to the Jianghu and martial world.

The presence of the imperial court and government is extremely weak, with countless sects, clans, and families self-governing and self-sufficient.

All kinds of sword-wielding, blade-carrying, big-spear-brandishing, large-hammer-wielding martial artists often, over a bowl of wontons, slash out dog brains, killing until blood flows like rivers, yet no one comes to intervene.

To be precise, only other martial arts veterans, prominent sects in the Jianghu, the Tai Shan Bei Dou—those who are also martial artists—will intervene.

Jianghu affairs are Jianghu's—what does it have to do with your imperial court?

I don't even know how this strange world came to be.

This situation is relatively convenient for Tang Luo and these outsiders to act.

No need to worry about travel permits or such—want to go somewhere? Just go. Very easy and convenient.

But this state also means a situation: chaos!

So-called "heroes who violate prohibitions with martial force"—in this mission world, even the basic "prohibition" doesn't exist.

Naturally, it's quite chaotic.

Tang Luo and his group's "opening their eyes to the world" skill just witnessed three street martial brawls.

On the spot, two lives were lost, and nearby passersby were somewhat unfazed.

There were also beggars who, after someone died, ran out to grope the corpse and dragged it away directly—these people are naturally not ordinary beggars.

Rather, they are members of the world-renowned, essential sect of the martial world and Jianghu—the Beggar Sect.

As for the blood on the street, no one paid it any mind.

When will the next rain come to wash it away? Until then, it's mostly just drying directly, forming a dark patch.

Tang Luo and his group found an already abandoned manor to use as a temporary resting place.

This manor once belonged to a great family, but later was slaughtered to the last member.

Even before, someone had tried to move in, but the next day became a corpse, so it was abandoned and turned into an unasked-for haunted mansion.

Given the survival mission situation, rashly moving into such a manor named a haunted house is definitely like an old longevity star hanging himself—disliking a long life.

But following Master Xuanzang means you don't have to worry.

Why? Because Master Xuanzang "brings his own tent"!

Entering the manor's courtyard, Tang Luo took out the Cursed House and placed it down.

Haunted house?

That's just a haunted house—Tang Luo, however, has a truly genuine, real haunted house!

I have a true·haunted house.