Chapter 435: Funeral

One week later.

Kongming looked at Tang Luo: "We're our own people; honest folks don't speak in riddles."

"Old Kong, you know I'm a monk, I never lie." Tang Luo said, "Monks don't tell falsehoods, you understand."

"Right, right, right. So tell me, who exactly is this Zhu Bajie?" Kongming asked.

"It's Zhu Bajie, I brought him out from the mission world." Tang Luo said.

Kongming nodded: "Alright, then how did you bring him out?"

This was a question he had never asked before, after all it belonged to Tang Luo's privacy, and it should be a very important secret.

But now, he threw caution to the wind.

Previously, bringing out a cat just amazed everyone.

Later, bringing out a so-called White Dragon Horse that was a real dragon was fine, but now bringing out a Zhu Bajie?

Even if you have Tang Sanzang's fate, that's going too far.

Next time, are you going to bring out Sun Wukong? I can't take this!

Kongming couldn't hold back, he finally had to ask.

"You know, I have a Cursed House, previously used to hold ghosts, now it's just a resting place." Tang Luo said, "It can also be used to hold people; someone goes in, I put the Cursed House away, then take it out again and release them, that's how I bring them out. Those brought out are temporary workers in the Demon God Game, just labor, no rewards."

"Now I've signed a team contract with them, I don't know if they're regularized."

"How could that be?" Kongming said, "Equipment that can trap and capture people isn't unheard of, but doing it that way means you can't put it away."

"It's because the people inside aren't weak enough, and the Demon God Treaders aren't strong enough." Tang Luo said.

As long as they're weak enough and strong enough, creating a huge gap, then you can put them away.

"……" Kongming was speechless, this really was Tang Luo's style of explanation.

Not a single flaw.

"The Cursed House previously held ghosts, putting them away was very easy." Tang Luo said, "Holding people is a bit troublesome."

"Alright, what you say makes sense." Kongming said.

You can't do it because you're not strong enough; the joy of the strong is beyond your imagination.

Sorry, being strong enough means you can do as you please.

"Um, is Zhu Bajie strong?" Kongming asked another question.

"Not really." Tang Luo said, "He can't fight."

"This so-called inability to fight is……"

"He can only beat ten little White Dragons to a pulp. With his strength, he could do much better." Tang Luo shook his head, a bit disappointed.

"……" Kongming almost flipped the table, can you say something human?

The little White Dragon is a dragon, yet it became a combat power unit?

Then what are they?

That day, a fleeting glance, Kongming was completely certain, Ao Yulie's strength, basically he could one-hand beat ten of himself.

You know, Kongming, despite being known for wisdom and sages, his strength is not weak at all, a genuine fourth-stage Demon God Treader.

As a result, he didn't even qualify to be a combat power unit, instantly feeling utterly devastated.

After interacting with Tang Luo, the devastated Kongming stood on the Dragon King's Ship deck, silently lighting a cigarette.

Gazing at the sea-sky horizon, slowly easing his inner blockage.

"Mr. Kong." The Zhu Bajie they had just been discussing approached, smiling brightly, also lighting one for himself.

This guy integrated into the real world very quickly.

"Mr. Zhu." Kongming smiled.

Zhu Bajie's identity was still arranged by Kongming.

Actually, in this aspect, approaching science makes it easier to achieve, after all it's a semi-official institution.

However, Ao Yulie still has more contact with the Martial God Myth side.

Kongming is a good person, thorough in his work.

"It's like this." Zhu Bajie didn't beat around the bush, directly said, "I'm not like that loafer who mooches off the master with the White Dragon Horse."

"Um……" Kongming felt this was hard to respond to.

Ao Yulie is currently the manager of the Dragon King's Ship, the crew all respect and obey him, his prestige is no less than the original Dragon King's.

Nor is it just mooching.

"I plan to start a business." Zhu Bajie said.

"The current big environment isn't particularly good." Kongming gently reminded, coming right out with "I plan to start a business," either you're a fool or a swindler.

You just came to the real world, you don't know much, you can take it slow, otherwise being scammed would be embarrassing.

"No problem, as a strong one, you should go against the current." Zhu Bajie had a strong aura, "So……"

"I have no money." Kongming immediately said.

This is no time to worry about face.

"Oh, you misunderstood, I'm not asking you to borrow money." Zhu Bajie shook his head, "Mr. Kong is experienced, well-informed, social experience and connections are excellent……that is, do you know anything about online loans and small loans?"

"Huh?"

"I read in books that borrowing money from these channels doesn't need to be repaid." Zhu Bajie lowered his voice, quite secretive.

"What books are you reading, and are you planning to use this money as startup capital?" Kongming asked.

Zhu Bajie shook his head: "No, this is my startup project."

"As long as you find good partners, I think this project has great potential, sure profit, no loss." Zhu Bajie said, "Old Kong, want to invest? You contribute with information, I provide technology, perfect."

Kongming's hand trembled, the cigarette in his hand almost fell into the sea.

What could he say?

This project is a sure win, no loss! You really are a clever little devil!

Speaking of which, those people brought out should also be subject to the restrictions of the Divine Demon Game, right?

Even if not, Tang Xuanzang in...

Wait!

Kongming suddenly recalled, when he first learned about Tang Luo's related information, he had heard such rumors.

Regarding the master's begging for alms... what, standing in various dark corners, waiting for destined people to come to the door, to beg for alms.

A technique passed down through the lineage!

"This, I only know the official channels." Kongming said, "You can search online."

"Alright." Zhu Bajie said, "I'll first get myself a business card..."

Zhu Bajie's entrepreneurial plan is in full swing.

A few days later, Tang Luo received a message from Qin Menglan: Zhou Zhen Guo died.

Tang Luo was stunned for a moment, then replied: "What happened?"

"Nothing, nothing happened. He went missing during a mission, perhaps he reached the limit of failures, or maybe he died during the mission."

"Is that so..."

When Tang Luo first encountered Zhou Zhen Guo on his first mission, Zhou Zhen Guo already had quite a few mission failures.

Later, through Tang Luo's introduction, he joined Approach Science.

More than a year has passed since then.

He is not a powerful Divine Demon Walker, always struggling desperately on the edge of life and death.

Speaking of which, this is actually the true situation of many Divine Demon Walkers.

Missions are not that simple, and becoming stronger is not that simple either.

"The funeral is in two days, do you want to come?" Qin Menglan asked.

Tang Luo was introduced to Approach Science by Zhou Zhen Guo, and Zhou Zhen Guo was the only "senior" Tang Luo met on his first mission; they share a bond of incense.

"Yeah, I'll go check it out, give me the address and time." Tang Luo replied.

Two days later.

Fine rain drifted in the sky, at a cemetery park on the city's edge, the funeral crowd slowly dispersed.

Several relatives and friends still stood by the grave, comforting Zhou Zhen Guo's family.

Tang Luo, Qin Menglan, and they stood far away, not approaching.

They had not appeared in Zhou Zhen Guo's normal life before, and now there was no need to appear before people.

Several people wore black solemn suits, Zhu Bajie stood behind Tang Luo, holding an umbrella for him, shielding against the fine rain.

"Master." There was also Chu Chongtian, he spoke up, saying, "If I die someday..."

"Don't worry, I'll come attend your funeral." Tang Luo said.

"No!" Chu Chongtian said, "I think I can still rescue myself, I mean, if the body is still there."

He is still young, he doesn't want to die.

Zhou Zhen Guo went missing during a mission, Approach Science confirmed it, then followed the rules and handled it accordingly.

What was buried was not ashes, but his personal belongings from life, which can be considered a memorial tomb.

"Good." Tang Luo said.

Zhu Bajie glanced at Chu Chongtian, this young man is a piece of malleable material.

After a while, a young man in his early twenties, with a hint of doubt, walked over.

Today is not a special day, this cemetery is not large, only Zhou Zhen Guo was buried here.

Tang Luo and them did not step forward to disturb, but even watching from afar, they would be noticed.

"You are..." Zhou Zhen Guo's son approached and asked.

"We are your father's colleagues, later on, your father didn't change jobs, did he?" Tang Luo said.

"Oh, oh." The young man nodded.

Tang Luo glanced at Zhu Bajie.

Zhu Bajie understood, took out a business card and a pen.

Tang Luo took the business card and pen, wrote something, and handed it to the young man.

"If you encounter trouble that truly cannot be solved, you can contact me." Tang Luo said.

The young man hesitated for a moment, then took the business card.

On it were no position, title, company name, or address.

Only a name written in flourishing dragon-and-phoenix script—Tang Xuanzang, just written, the ink not yet dry.

Below it was a phone number.

The number is Zhu Bajie's mobile phone number.

Nowadays, the Opening Light Society uses such business cards, having moved past the old habit of handing out cards to everyone to accumulate fame and open sales channels.

Tang Luo posted in the group, the frequency of buying and selling equipment and healing items has also been decreasing.

Mainly, at this point, the effectiveness of many healing items has become negligible.

Most healing items in the hands of Divine Demon Walkers, unless they are bottom-of-the-box treasures like Eden's Apple, only then do they meet Tang Luo's needs, with decent effect.

Such things, under normal circumstances, everyone would keep them for themselves to preserve life.

Therefore, now they emphasize a certain pretentiousness.

Zhu Bajie's custom-made business card, finally made into this form, also marks the stillbirth of his entrepreneurial venture.

When needed, write down the name and send out a card.

One can imagine that such a business card will later become a symbol of a certain status among the supernatural circles in China.

"Thank you." The young man said softly, as if wanting to ask something, but in the end he did not speak, returned to the grave, and said something to his mother.

Zhou Zhen'guo's widow turned and looked this way for a moment.

"Let's go."

Everyone turned and left.

There was no situation where an orphan and widow were bullied by wicked relatives, requiring everyone to "see injustice and shout."

Zhou Zhen'guo's wife and children will not have a hard life.

As a married man, Zhou Zhen'guo, upon becoming a supernatural wanderer, would naturally consider his situation after death.

Inside science, there are also groups like "posthumous mutual aid societies."

The remaining wealth left by Zhou Zhen'guo is enough for the living to live well.

Sending out the business card is for emergencies; if anything happens, it can help a bit, anyway Zhu Bajie is so idle, giving him something to do is also good.