Chapter 500: Who Is the Bride

Hundreds of ghosts clung to the body! Yin energy overflowed!

Seeing that scene, Ao Yulie felt something was off all over, and Zhu Bajie also had a sudden toothache.

Even if Zhu Bajie went up there, in such a situation, the only outcome would be to die on the spot with no other possibility.

These evil ghosts are truly products of the rules themselves.

Just like natural law, their existence and attacks are unstoppable, unavoidable, and undefendable.

True damage can only be endured head-on.

To be honest, even if one could defend or evade, facing hundreds of ghosts, Zhu Bajie could still maneuver.

But this direct clinging of hundreds of ghosts, with no room to maneuver, slamming straight onto the body—

truly cannot be endured.

Only Tang Luo...

Hundreds of ghosts clung to the body, and in an instant, various instant-death damages struck him.

He raised his hand and waved it in front of him, like shooing away flies, and the surrounding hundreds of ghosts instantly vanished like smoke.

It wasn't simply that ineffective attacks disappeared; more so, Tang Luo temporarily scattered them.

In such a scattered state, their next appearance would also be delayed.

With the ghosts surrounding him, the repeated attack times of these evil ghosts gradually synchronized, so Tang Luo wouldn't be harassed constantly; he could face them all at once and endure them in one go, which was very convenient.

Well, only for him could it be considered convenient.

After all, when the ghosts attack in a burst, the stacked damage differs from successive waves of attacks, and is far more terrifying than scattered attacks.

The clinging of hundreds of ghosts brings not only drawbacks but also benefits.

Gathering the ghosts and preventing them from harming others undoubtedly earns the power of merit.

At the same time, this kind of attack can be said to be tempering Tang Luo's Diamond Glazed Buddha Bone.

As if forging iron, one must hammer and refine to produce the purest, strongest piece of iron.

The damage caused and accumulated there consumes merit power, healing injuries with the enlightened merit jade lotus.

"Alright, you don't need to worry about this period anymore." Tang Luo said.

A sure gain, no loss.

The clinging of hundreds of ghosts, the attack appearance time is not completely fixed, but once it appears, there will be at least 45 minutes before it appears again.

During this time, there's no need to worry about Tang Luo's surroundings within ten meters randomly appearing, far more dangerous than the ghost domain—the "evil ghost domain."

One can completely relax and approach him.

The three landed silently and blended into the crowd.

Those people looked quite normal, just with somewhat pale faces—after all, it was four in the morning, and most people's biological clocks at this time point to "asleep."

There were also several noisy little children who bumped into Tang Luo and them, with considerable force, knocking themselves flat on their backs.

But each was tanned dark, obviously having spent a long time outdoors, roughing it all over, very tough.

One would roll over and immediately get up to continue chasing and playing, like wild monkeys.

Before Tang Luo and them had finished strolling around, a trumpet sound suddenly came from the stage.

"Here, here!"

"We're entering the Pure Land!" someone shouted.

Originally standing there or walking back and forth, people immediately rushed to the side and sat down on rows of chairs.

Tang Luo and the three exchanged glances, decisively chose to act rashly, and the three directly grabbed a long chair.

Zhu Bajie spread his legs, "sitting" in a posture that would be despised and photographed on the subway and posted online, to prevent others from sitting down.

Who knows whether these people are human or ghost, or even normal.

Acting rashly and being cautious are not contradictory.

Strategically, one must advance boldly—after all, the person deciding strategy is Tang Luo.

Tactically, one must be cautious, and the specific tactics are still being considered by Zhu Bajie and Ao Yulie.

Ao Yulie sat in the middle, Tang Luo on the other side, a very normal sitting posture, but compared to others seeing Zhu Bajie's angry-yet-silent stance, only able to find another seat.

A few people saw Tang Luo here, hesitated a moment, then left sullenly.

They always felt an inexplicable danger, sitting down would bring great misfortune.

The Heavenly Howling Dog lay on Tang Luo's leg, wagging its tail; she knew nothing, she was just a harmless little cat—no, a little dog.

Soon, all seats were taken, many chairs even had seven or eight people squeezed on them, with no empty seats left.

In contrast, Tang Luo's side with its three seats was extremely conspicuous.

But by this time, no one was paying attention to Tang Luo and them anymore.

Everyone stared at the stage.

There, the sedan chair stopped, a pale-faced bride stepped down, looked around, then sat back into the sedan chair.

The bearers lifted the sedan again, the leading guide at the front began singing an opera no one could understand, while a group beside them blew gongs and drums, walking on the stage.

The situation differed from before only in that there was now an additional group blowing gongs and drums.

"This is..."

Tang Luo and them watched that group of "welcoming the bride" team, no longer circling as before, but directly walked out of the stage.

At the moment the leader stepped off the stage, the chair beneath their feet suddenly jolted.

The three looked around; the surroundings were already shrouded in a thick darkness, sight and perception unable to penetrate, just like the ghost domain.

"Have we entered the ghost domain?" Ao Yulie said.

"Probably." Zhu Bajie said.

The stage in front had already vanished, replaced by a vast expanse of red cloth.

Not only that, as the two spoke, the bench they were sitting on also changed, a soft cushion appearing at some point.

Still bright red, a very festive cushion.

"..."

The body rose and fell according to some frequency, and the red cloth curtain in front also trembled.

It was as if, suddenly, they had sat inside a sedan chair!

"Is this the inside of the sedan chair?" Zhu Bajie said.

"A bit heavy on the taste, are we all brides?" Ao Yulie looked around.

The surroundings were not exactly the same as when they had just sat down.

There were many more long benches with soft cushions, a group of people inexplicably scattered, sitting in twos and threes, not as tightly packed as before.

These people were different from Ao Yulie and Zhu Bajie, who were normally observing their surroundings.

As their bodies rose and fell with the sedan chair, their faces were filled with joy and anticipation.

Slowly, even Ao Yulie's face showed a hint of a smile, as if he were somewhat anticipating what was to come.

How wonderful, to be a bride!

"Little White Dragon!" Zhu Bajie noticed Ao Yulie's abnormal state beside him and shouted sharply.

Ao Yulie immediately reacted, letting out a gasp of cold sweat: "Phew, phew."

Perhaps an unknown evil ghost had subtly influenced their emotions, making everyone unconsciously become happy.

For Ao Yulie, it was indeed a relief.

At least it wasn't a subtle, "lethal" influence.

"Master..." the awakened Ao Yulie looked toward Tang Luo, only to see him also wearing a rather interested expression, his heart startled.

Could he have been affected too?

"What are you worrying about for nothing?" Zhu Bajie said unhappily, "The master really is somewhat looking forward to where this sedan chair can take us."

"Ow—"

The Heavenly Howling Dog suddenly raised its head and let out a wolf-like howl, its tail wagging wildly, becoming a blur.

Well, she too had been affected, wait! The time of being affected was later than Ao Yulie's.

"I've never even beaten a dog!" At this moment, Ao Yulie finally realized his own weakness, preparing to habitually squat to the side and draw circles.

But then he discovered he could not move, unable to stand up.

"Master, second senior brother, can you stand up?" Ao Yulie moved his body, but could not stand.

"Let me try." Zhu Bajie said, tried twice, shook his head, "Can't stand up, nailed down."

As for Tang Luo's side, strange ripples began to spread beside him.

The frequency of the sedan chair's shaking seemed to have increased somewhat.

"Wanting to stand up is not a problem, but, let's wait a bit first, I want to see where we will end up." He spoke.

If naming it.

We could call this "sedan chair" a ghost sedan, for now it has not shown any other evil ghost's lethal power, mainly functioning to guide emotions and trap everyone.

Of course, calling it a ghost domain is also fine.

Evil ghosts and ghost domains, originally have no distinction, both are some kind of special, nearly rule-like existence.

Tang Luo reached out and touched the Heavenly Howling Dog on its body; the originally happy Heavenly Howling Dog also came to, whimpering twice while baring its teeth.

So fierce!

The sedan chair continued to shake up and down, besides Tang Luo's three people and one dog, the rest were like brides about to marry, slightly nervous, delighted, happy, anticipating.

Several uncles even showed bashful expressions, making Ao Yulie wish he could gouge out his own eyes, but he could not.

He still needed to casually observe the surroundings.

Evil ghosts are unsolvable, but most of the time when they appear, there are omens.

The sedan chair is also special; although the surroundings are shrouded in a layer of darkness, inside everything is clear as day.

Suddenly, the shaking sedan chair stopped, and the faint sound of gongs and drums also ceased.

The red cloth at the front was lifted, and a figure appeared.

"..."

The moment that person appeared, a wave of icy cold and yin energy emanated.

All joyful emotions completely vanished, leaving only terror, boundless fear swallowing everyone like a tide.

Moreover, everyone's gaze seemed to be drawn by a magnet to iron, firmly locked onto this person.

Unable to look away.

This person slowly walked into the sedan chair, an ordinary-looking man wearing a white short-sleeve shirt and jeans visible on any street.

His appearance was ordinary, he walked over, stopped in front of the people in the first row of chairs, bent down, and examined them closely.

Then he straightened up, leaving four people unable to move, terrified to the brink of death, and walked toward the next row.

His movements were extremely stiff.

"Didn't make a move, why, does it require some condition to be met?" Zhu Bajie muttered.

"Could it be because we're too ugly?"

"Does the evil ghost judge by face?"

"Who knows, anything is possible."

"Then isn't Little White Dragon in danger?" Zhu Bajie said.

"Isn't there the master?" Ao Yulie said, "Is the master going to act now?"

The fear brought by this evil ghost was not as lethal as the red and white lanterns; Ao Yulie could barely steady his mood, making a joke to adjust himself.

Speaking of Tang Luo, however, I found he had already stood up and was walking toward that person on his own initiative.

"After he came in, the suppression disappeared; these people are so frightened they can't move," Tang Luo said.

Ao Yulie tried it, hmm, yes, indeed his legs went weak.