Chapter 443: Are You Having Fun?

The cold, hard spear belonged to a weapon of war.

It seemed like heavenly might—untouchable, and to touch it meant death.

The hollow, numb eyes of the heavenly soldier stared at Tang Luo, declaring his guilt, cold and not like a person, but rather some kind of "mechanism."

"Then it depends on whether you have the ability for it," Tang Luo said with a smile.

To him, the killing aura of the heavenly soldier was like a spring breeze on the face.

The heavenly soldier said nothing, the long spear thrusting straight forward, its speed not fast, yet it felt like a mountain charging forward.

In a daze, the spear blade kept enlarging, unavoidable, leaving only the path of meeting it head-on.

Tang Luo extended a finger and pointed forward.

The "Mountain-Piercing Spear" halted, its tip pressing against Tang Luo's finger, the muscle slightly sinking in, unable to advance an inch!

"Kill!"

The heavenly soldier roared, killing intent soaring to the heavens.

All power focused entirely on the spear in his hand.

Tang Luo's finger did not move, yet cracks appeared on the spear blade, and in the next breath, the entire spear shattered with a boom.

The heavenly soldier did not retreat but advanced, the sword at his waist drawn halfway, only to be pressed back by Tang Luo's outstretched hand, while simultaneously a palm struck toward the heavenly soldier's head.

The heavenly soldier raised his hand to block.

Together with his arm, he smashed it onto his head, stepped back two paces, and crashed to the ground with a boom.

"This should be the final form," Tang Luo walked over, gazing at the heavenly soldier lying on the ground, his figure gradually fading, becoming transparent, and finally vanishing.

"Not even a remnant soul remains," Tang Luo shook his head.

This heavenly soldier was clearly not some "proper heavenly soldier"—too weak.

Though the heavenly soldier did not resemble the famous immortals of the Heavenly Court, he was truly of the "Immortal Realm," yet absolutely not to be considered weak.

The feeling this heavenly soldier gave him was more like a manifestation of obsession.

Before Tang Luo could leave the villa, where the heavenly soldier had vanished, a bubble suddenly appeared—black in color.

Then, a large amount of black substance surged out from within, beginning to engulf everything around.

Tang Luo did not retreat, but instead stepped forward actively, reaching out to touch it.

As soon as he made contact with the black substance, it clung like bone-eating lice, seemingly trying to engulf Tang Luo and drag him into eternal darkness.

Tang Luo allowed the black substance to cover his arm, but only his arm was covered.

The black substance frenziedly spread in all directions, and within just a few breaths, the villa had already vanished.

Darkness all around, Tang Luo stood in the dark, everything around him turned to nothingness.

Though clearly "standing," he felt a constant sinking sensation.

"Steady" his form, Tang Luo looked around.

The black "tide" spread silently, making no sound, swallowing everything around in quiet oblivion.

Whether buildings or pedestrians.

Every person touched by the black substance merged into it, as if they had never existed.

Moreover, the pedestrians on the road had no awareness that the black tide was spreading.

Tang Luo saw a couple standing by the roadside, openly flaunting their love, tormenting single dogs.

The black tide spread, engulfing one of them, while the other felt nothing at all, then likewise vanished into the black tide.

The single dogs being tormented in the distance still occasionally glanced resentfully this way, then followed in the couple's footsteps.

Before the black tide, all were equal—only differing in who came first.

Everyone was swallowed without resistance, as if they were inherently part of this black tide.

In the black space, soon only Tang Luo remained standing.

The black substance on his arm still struggled.

A light shake—like flicking off a small bug clinging to his arm—and the black substance instantly scattered, vanishing.

Tang Luo took a step forward, as if crossing countless distances in an instant, appearing on the road at the edge of the black tide.

The surrounding scene shifted, the black space completely vanished.

So all things returned to their original state.

Fortunately, no one was nearby; Tang Luo leapt up, jumped onto a high building, looked around, and everything seemed normal.

But he clearly knew that the black space formed by the black tide had already bitten off a large area.

That area now seemed as if it did not exist at all.

So what about the people in that area?

Tang Luo spent some time investigating people he knew, such as Liang Tianzan and his son, and Black Dragon Finance.

He found some results that seemed plausible but were not them.

These people seemed as if they had never existed at all, completely erased.

Including the original host's parents, and the original host himself.

Indeed, the area swallowed by the black tide included Tang Luo's living range, his home, and his school.

"Become a black household again," Tang Luo thought silently.

But the scattering of money incident involving the substitute wooden puppet Ao Yulie still had one left.

The first incident vanished completely with Black Dragon Finance being swallowed by the black tide.

However, the second incident was unrelated to Black Dragon Finance; the places swallowed by the black tide appeared connected, but were not actually so.

The second scattering of money incident did not occur within the vanished area.

The heavenly soldier, and the black tide that appeared after the heavenly soldier vanished.

This world revealed an extremely bizarre and dangerous state.

Escaping this mission would probably not be as simple as Tang Luo initially thought.

But it didn't matter; regardless of whether it was simple or not, finding Ao Yulie, Zhu Bajie, and Xiaotian Quan first was the matter that took precedence over the mission.

Night.

Tang Luo walked onto the bustling pedestrian street, searching for the next place to spend money.

A familiar melody suddenly reached his ears.

He turned his head; the melody was coming from a dessert shop by the roadside.

Turning around and walking inside, Tang Luo ordered a dessert and asked casually, "This song sounds pretty good; feels like I've never heard it before."

"Of course it sounds good." The cashier was a cute young girl, her tone carrying a hint of pride and delight. "This is Gongzi Bai's new song; it just came out yesterday. It's not even the official version, just a demo recording, and it's gone viral online. It's so good."

"Gongzi Bai?" Tang Luo asked. "Who is that?"

The young girl froze, couldn't help but size Tang Luo up carefully, her face flushing slightly as she said softly, "Gongzi Bai is an artist, a very famous one."

Originally she had wanted to say, "Uncle, you're forty, right? And you don't even know Gongzi Bai."

But on a closer look, the face beneath that head of white hair — so handsome! So she changed her tune.

"Can you tell me about him?" Tang Luo looked very interested.

"Sure, sure!" The young girl nodded repeatedly; recommending her idol to someone was clearly something a fan never tired of.

Especially since the person she was recommending to looked like a big handsome guy; if things went back and forth, ah...

She'd even thought of names for the kids!

A few minutes later, Tang Luo gave the dessert made by the back kitchen to the young girl and walked out of the shop.

He had basically figured out who this Gongzi Bai was.

Gongzi Bai was a stage name, or rather a pet name fans gave him; his real name was "Bai Chengyun," and his profession was an artist, an idol.

The kind who doesn't know how to do anything, yet seems to know a little bit of everything — acting, singing, he dabbles in all of it — the type of star who makes his way in the world relying solely on his face.

He sings poorly, and everyone says "What is this?"; fans come out saying "Gongzi Bai's main job isn't singing, okay? He's focusing on acting now, hehehe."

When his finished movies and TV shows come out, viewers want to gouge their own eyes out.

Fans feel wronged again: "Gongzi Bai isn't a real actor; this is just his hobby and attempt. Xiao Bai is trying very hard, hehehe."

In short, people who like listening to songs beg him to go act; people who like watching movies and TV beg him to just sing his songs properly.

Finally both sides reach a consensus: you go be a model; at least you look good.

No need to open your mouth and speak; that works great.

But this time Gongzi Bai's reputation seems about to turn around; the reason lies in this demo song of his.

Good, really good to listen to.

The former is the evaluation of professional musicians; the latter is the calm verdict of the vast majority of passersby — fan and hater evaluations can be ignored.

Fans: the idol says "hello" and they can ascend to heaven. Haters: even if you produce a world-famous masterpiece, it's still garbage.

Although it's just a demo song, this song was personally composed and lyricized by Gongzi Bai, completed single-handedly.

Quite a few famous professional musicians have given considerably high evaluations.

Stating that although the singing still leaves something to be desired, the musical attainment is indeed not bad, having broken free from past shackles...

The song really is not bad; praising a wave is justified. Taking money and praising even louder is fine too.

"Pretty good at playing, Xiao Bailong." Tang Luo looked at the building before him and chuckled.

Revealing a smile that would make Ao Yulie tremble if he saw it.

This song is indeed good, because it's fundamentally a classic song from the real world, with high transmission and enduring popularity.

Didn't expect Xiao Bailong to run off to the mission world and become an idol, and a "song plagiarist" at that.

Does he want to star as the protagonist in an urban entertainment idol king life?

The kid's idea isn't bad, but he's not clear-headed enough.

This isn't transmigration or rebirth; it's completing missions everywhere, iron-blooded slaughter — an Infinite Flow.

The art style is wrong; it needs to be twisted back.

Entering an invisible state, Tang Luo entered the building before him.

This is of course not Gongzi Bai's home; it's the entertainment company he belongs to, heard it's pretty impressive.

This entire building belongs to this company; Gongzi Bai is a T1-tier artist under them — in terms of making money.

Being able to make money is a good thing; status and treatment naturally are also T1-tier.

Exclusive dance practice room, recording studio, lounge, manager, life assistant, and other "configurations" — all fully equipped.

Moreover, the treatment will only improve; he might even become the top male artist.

Outsiders don't know, but company people all know: these past few days, Gongzi Bai seems to have suddenly had an epiphany.

That released song is just one of the songs he suddenly created.

He still has more songs in hand, their quality no lower than this one.

Heard the boss laughed heartily after listening to the demo.

It can be foreseen that Gongzi Bai's future path to stardom will surely rise straight up ninety thousand li.

"Actually there's nothing much to say; just suddenly had an epiphany. Sometimes inspiration comes and you can't stop it even if you try."

At this moment, in the lounge, Gongzi Bai sat sprawled on the sofa, boasting to a group of junior fangirls, "For instance right now, looking at you, I suddenly want to sing a line."

"Oh, baby, you are my one and only..."

A wave of envious, jealous, hateful heckling rose in the room, covering the sound of the door opening and closing again.

Having sung a few lines a cappella, Gongzi Bai's smile was proud.

This big brother is a genius!

"Little White Dragon, are you having fun?"

Suddenly, a voice rang out.

Young Master Bai's smile froze, and he suddenly felt afraid, right then from the heart, strange, why is this?

Who is this white-haired guy, where did he come from?