Chapter 43: Second Mission Activated!

However, the facts prove that the real world is still quite peaceful.

Sun Ang impersonating a spirit board to commit murder is just a low-probability event.

After experiencing the first exploration activity, Tang Luo drew the correct conclusion—if he really wanted to make a living this way, he would probably starve to death.

Tang Luo's first supernatural exploration was pleasant and relaxing, like a campfire gathering.

There was also a confession activity.

Tang Luo once suspected that these guys came out just to confess and meet in person, and incidentally plan the next confession.

They said if you don't cause trouble, you won't die, right?

"That place looks too dark and dangerous, so we shouldn't go that way anymore."

"Okay."

What the hell is going on with this kind of conversation?!

Sitting around the campfire telling scary stories, a few girls screamed a few times, half-truly, half-falsely.

Is that even considered a "supernatural activity"?

It's so disappointing!

You've ruined the faces of all supernatural enthusiasts!

Of course, to outsiders, Tang Luo's gains were very rich.

Including but not limited to various girls' various contact methods.

"I don't want these."

Tang Luo let out the cry of a "rich second-generation."

Relying on looks and free access to open up sales channels, he encountered an unprecedented crisis.

I rely on skill, not looks.

I just haven't had the chance to truly demonstrate my skill yet!

I haven't had the opportunity to showcase my skill in the real world first.

Tang Luo, however, was waiting for the second demon god game.

It was spaced 30 days apart from the first.

Zhou Zhen Guo said the timing of the two demon god missions is not fixed.

They vary in length.

At 3 p. m., Tang Luo, naturally lying around at home like a salted fish, had the relevant information naturally appear in his mind.

It told him that at the same time one day later, he would enter the mission world.

As Zhou Zhen Guo said, the second mission would start with advance notice.

However, it was limited to only notifying the mission start time.

So that Tang Luo could prepare.

Besides that, there was no more information.

What mission to complete would only be told upon entering the mission world, or rather, during the entry process, to the demon god wanderer.

As the time approached, Tang Luo changed into his prepared clothes and put on his shoes.

He also took down the ominous item serving as decoration on the shelf and stored it in his "hand."

Actually, under normal circumstances, to enter the mission world.

The demon god wanderer would not put away the equipment.

The equipment can indeed be quickly stored inside the body, without exposure.

But taking the equipment out takes a long time.

Tang Luo tried it—taking out the ominous item requires a full fifteen seconds.

Since he's going to the mission world to complete the mission, equipment must definitely be carried on hand, within easy reach—that's the way to go.

Sitting in the living room sofa.

Just like the first time, the rustling whispering sound appeared in his ears and mind.

Drip-drip of water droplets fell from the sky.

Tang Luo focused his gaze on the water droplet, watching it land.

The landing spot was no longer the original coffee table.

But solid ground.

The water droplet fell onto the ground.

Merged into the "accumulated water" on the ground.

And these accumulated waters, together with the whispering, formed this mission's objective—go to the endpoint, spend a night there, until six in the morning.

Unlike the first mission's search task.

This mission's task looks like it might be simpler—at least in terms of using one's brain.

The soft sofa sensation under his buttocks and thighs had already disappeared.

Replaced by cold and hardness.

The rustling sound of rain hitting the ground replaced the rustling whispering.

Tang Luo's left arm tightened, suddenly grabbed by someone.

A force pulled backward.

He moved his left arm slightly forward, and that backward force turned into forward.

Helping the person beside him regain balance.

Incidentally, he smelled a fragrant breeze—hmm, the scent of perfume.

"All newbies..."

A man's voice came from the other side.

Tang Luo turned his head.

On his right sat a young man, wearing common black square-framed glasses, a plaid shirt, dark casual pants, and somewhat dirty white sneakers.

His face was blank.

Judging by the look of him, he was either a polytechnic university student or a programmer.

And judging by the density of his hair, he was most likely a university student.

In front of this STEM guy stood an auntie.

She looked forty to fifty, wore an apron and slippers, and, most critically—she was actually holding a broom in her hand!

Leaving the apron aside for now.

This broom successfully caught Tang Luo's attention.

You have to know, items allowed to be brought into the Gods and Demons Game are extremely strict.

Zhou Zhen Guo couldn't even bring in a nail clipper.

Compared to a nail clipper, a broom obviously counts as a weapon.

It shouldn't have been allowed in.

Unless, this broom is equipment!

However, the auntie's shocked expression, and the slippers, undoubtedly looked like it was her first time entering and participating in the Gods and Demons Game.

Could it be the broom was tacitly approved by "Gods and Demons" as part of the auntie's allowed carry-on?

Is the broom the main body?

Self-brought weapon?

Feels a bit strong.

The one who spoke up to ask was a Gods and Demons Walker who had experienced missions.

Dressed in outdoor sportswear, crisp and neat, a standard young man.

Twenty-something, possibly early thirties.

His eyes held some puzzlement.

Not just puzzlement over the auntie's broom, but also puzzlement over Tang Luo.

Judging by that calm expression, that practiced bearing, he definitely wasn't a first-timer.

But... what's with that getup?

Wearing a short string of Buddhist beads on his wrist.

Felt like a monk, yet he wore half-short, half-long white hair, neither fish nor fowl.

He was very handsome, eye-catching, no doubt.

But it didn't look like an outfit for completing missions either.

Could he be a cosplayer?

But that faintly revealed bearing had a few parts feeling like an enlightened high monk.

"Wait, you, you shouldn't be a newbie, right?"

The youth withdrew his previous question and looked at Tang Luo, asking.

"Amitabha."

Tang Luo pressed his right palm vertically at his chest, "This poor monk's Dharma name is Xuan Zang, I am not a newbie."

His left hand was still being held tightly by someone.

Getting an affirmative answer, the youth's gaze shifted to Tang Luo's left side.

If it weren't for Tang Luo's "Buddha relies on gold attire" truly catching the eye.

The one on his left would have been the first to be noticed.

A black spaghetti-strap dress, slightly lower down, or if the gaze was a bit too high, one could see an unfathomable cleavage.

Denim hot pants, revealing a pair of slender legs, and wearing black high heels.

Long hair draped over shoulders, typical influencer makeup.

But one must admit, before removing makeup, she was very pretty, very sexy, very charming.

As for after removing makeup, how much would be left.

That was unclear.

Makeup is a demonic art.

Without fiery golden eyes, it is hard to see through.

Tang Luo didn't have fiery golden eyes, and the youth standing before him didn't either.

His eyeballs, having fallen in, had a considerably difficult time being pried out.

"Young man, what's going on!"

Fortunately, the auntie's loud voice accelerated this process.

The youth's expression turned serious: "Simply put, we have entered a special mission world, to complete the mission we all just heard, it's very dangerous. People will die, only those who survive can become stronger."

"You're not tricking me, are you?"

The smile on the auntie's face was a bit forced.

That STEM student pushed up his glasses.

The influencer miss beside Tang Luo didn't speak, only unconsciously gripped Tang Luo's arm even tighter.

"No, the mission just now, you all heard it too."

The young man spoke.

He introduced some basic circumstances.

Not as detailed as Zhou Zhen Guo, but at least it let the others understand clearly what exactly had happened.

And, to no longer harbor the thought that "this isn't real."

"Understood."

The STEM guy pushed his glasses up again and said, "Then let's introduce ourselves first. I'm Lin Zi Ang, a junior, key university..."

"I'm Li Shu Fen, just a housewife." The middle-aged woman said, "Little brother, what's your name? Then we'll just follow you to complete the mission?"

Compared to Zhou Zhen Guo's "Zhen Guo," it bore more of the era's characteristics.

Equivalent to little girls nowadays named Zi Xuan, Zi Xuan, Zi Xuan, and Zi Xuan.

"Just call me K."

The young man had no intention of giving his real name, casually offering a codename, "Don't overthink it. I'm not here specifically to guide newcomers; I just happened to be assigned to the same mission as you three newcomers."

K wasn't like Zhou Zhen Guo, a kind-hearted uncle.

In truth, even Zhou Zhen Guo, when the need arose, would kill Li Liang without the slightest hesitation.

Cold-blooded and unfeeling — that is the normal posture of most gods and demons walking the world.

"And you?"

Finishing his words, K looked at the internet celebrity young lady beside Tang Luo, who had already let go.

"I... I'm Mi Ke, a streamer. I dance often, my stamina's good, I won't hold you back."

The dancing streamer young lady gave off a rather shy feeling.

"This poor monk's Dharma name is Xuan Zang, not a newcomer." Tang Luo pinched a flower and smiled, introducing himself once more, "Should any of you patrons have need, this poor monk can do his utmost to keep you all safe."

The STEM guy's face instantly darkened.

In the end, it turned out only he and that middle-aged woman had foolishly blurted out their real names?

It's not that speaking one's real name necessarily causes problems.

But in an environment where everyone is accustomed to using codenames, giving your real name makes you look very green.

"Monk, don't go playing the good samaritan."

K frowned, staring at Tang Luo as he spoke.

"This poor monk possesses a 'Kai Guang' skill, which can perform Kai Guang for you all, neutralizing one calamity." Tang Luo said with a smile.

"For real or fake?"

Others might not understand, but K naturally understood what Tang Luo was talking about.

"A renunciate does not speak falsehoods." Tang Luo said, "When the need for Kai Guang arises, the several patrons may simply come find this poor monk."

Come find me!

My merit provider!

K didn't speak, nor did he rashly let Tang Luo perform Kai Guang on him.

Who knows what skills this monk has actually mastered.

He says it and K believes it?

K isn't that stupid.

Skipping straight past this topic, K sized up the surroundings.

This was a roadside bus stop.

A dilapidated signpost, and a fixed long metal bench; overhead was a broken shed.

Barely blocking the rainwater pouring down from the sky.

One could see at the road's end, faintly, a few buildings standing by the roadside.

Besides that, a stretch of desolation.

Who knows why a bus stop would exist in this kind of middle-of-nowhere place.

And Tang Luo and the others' mission was to go to the terminal station, and stay there for one night's time.

Put that way, it means we just have to wait here for a bus, right?

Hopefully it won't be like last time — after one night, we have to take a bus back here before we can return to the real world.