Chapter 58: Chapter Fifty-Eight Double the Joy!

Filming?

Yes.

Wang Shuishui said, "We plan to film a series of short dramas, similar to 'Haunted House Record', but the people being scared don't know they're in a 'haunted house'."

Once successful, it will definitely be a big hit.

In the age of internet information, you can film whatever you want.

A bottle of liquor poured on the head can yield a whole series.

Compared to them, Wang Shuishui's group should be considered a big investment, big project.

So you're not college students either? Tang Luo asked.

Yes!

Wang Shuishui said, "We used to be… I graduated from Lihua University, and a few are still students."

Oh. Tang Luo nodded.

You little brat, your father is disappointed in you.

How come there aren't any earnest explorers seeking death?

It's either mixers or filming.

Can't you just earnestly seek death once?

Are you looking for an opportunity to go abroad?

After all, foreigners are few for a reason.

Sorry. Wang Shuishui said.

Then you're actually swindlers, right?

Then she heard this Xuanzang monk ask like that.

She looked up and saw him stroking his chin, his eyes slightly gleaming.

It made people feel a chill all over.

If we count them as swindlers, I'll beat them up and hand them over to the police—would that also count as a meritorious deed?

Tang Luo discovered a new angle, a new approach: "After all, maliciously scaring people and filming it—if they happen to have a heart condition, they might be scared to death. Thinking this way, isn't this a murder crime?"

Roughly speaking, a hundred million.

Success, feeling like we can punish evil and promote good.

Tang Luo sighed at his own cleverness; if he hadn't thought of this,

Wouldn't he have missed a hundred million at night?

Um… Master Xuanzang, we'll pay you. Wang Shuishui sensed the person before her suddenly exuding a dangerous aura, hurriedly said, "And if we succeed, you'll definitely become famous."

Heh.

Tang Luo chuckled lightly, "The poor monk lacks no money; the poor monk only wants to beat you up and then send you to the police station."

Sorry, I'm a good person who punishes evil and promotes good.

Hey, do we really have to do this? Wang Shuishui's smile couldn't be held.

Female donor, don't worry, it won't hurt much. Tang Luo said, "If you repent, you can skip this process. But according to the poor monk's years of experience, in ninety-nine percent of cases, only after a violent beating do they show a bit of genuine remorse."

So strike first, then BB—this is the poor monk Xuanzang's years of experience.

Ha.

Wang Shuishui laughed even more uglily.

At that moment, from the walkie-talkie in her hand came a 'shasha' sound.

The hidden companions responded: "Shuishui sis, something feels off..."

The voice cut off here, followed by a sharp electric noise that directly cut it off.

Wang Shuishui's face changed drastically; she didn't bother with Tang Luo, pressing the walkie-talkie button and shouting: "Hey! Hey! What do you mean, where are you people!"

After releasing it, there was no response at all.

Wang Shuishui adjusted it, confirmed her walkie-talkie was fine, and asked again.

Yet still received no response.

She shoved the flashlight and walkie-talkie into the outer pocket of her backpack, took out her phone, and in her panic even dropped it.

Fortunately it wasn't broken; she dialed a number.

In the silent night, one could hear the long 'du——du——du——' tone from the other end.

There was nothing unpleasant about the ringtone.

Answer quickly. Wang Shuishui's face was grim.

Unfortunately, until it auto-hung up, no one answered the 'phone'.

Wang Shuishui dialed another person's number.

Still no one answered.

Only the sound of 'sorry… so sorry…' came through.

Stop dialing, where are they? Tang Luo took a step and appeared before Wang Shuishui.

Wang Shuishui lifted her head, eyes red: "A few people are upstairs."

Good.

Tang Luo, without a word, turned and walked away.

Wait, where are you going?

Wang Shuishui hurriedly chased after him.

To save them.

Tang Luo's figure was momentarily extraordinarily tall and mighty.

First rescue these people, then give them a beating and hand them over to the police.

Double the merit power, double the joy!

When Tang Luo speeds up, how can Wang Shuishui keep up?

It was almost as if they watched helplessly as lay disciple Xuanzang ran up the stairs to the third floor.

"Slow down!"

Tang Luo heard Wang Shuishui's shout from the second-floor stairwell, and his steps slowed slightly.

We can't let anyone lure the tiger away from the mountain.

The third-floor decoration is somewhat more complete than the second floor's.

Underfoot are wooden planks.

Tang Luo saw a person lying on the corridor.

Shining a flashlight on him, one could see his whole body covered in blood, his black long hair completely obscuring his face; turning to the other side, his appearance remained unclear.

But his figure was well-proportioned, completely outclassing Wang Shuishui.

Most importantly, there was also a blurry white shadow on the window at the end.

It was extremely similar to what they had seen on the second floor.

"Whoosh—"

Wang Shuishui, who had run up, almost fell back down, saying, "That—"

"Playing tricks."

Tang Luo picked up a stone from beside his foot and threw it straight over.

The window shattered, and the silhouette vanished.

"We didn't set anything up here!"

Wang Shuishui screamed.

Tang Luo ignored her, walked over to the person lying down, squatted, and reached out directly to grab her chest.

"What are you doing?"

Wang Shuishui, who had followed, grabbed Tang Luo's hand.

"Let's see if she's dead, where the wound is; if she's not dead, this poor monk can consecrate and save her." Tang Luo said.

"Wouldn't checking her breath be enough?" Wang Shuishui said.

"To see if she's dead—shouldn't a normal person check the breath?"

What's with reaching out to the girl's chest?

Could he be trying to take advantage?

Are people nowadays all so perverted?

"The heart seems more reliable, and there's a lot of bleeding; the wound looks quite deep." Tang Luo said.

He was about to continue.

At that moment, a "kakaka" sound suddenly rang out.

The corpse before Tang Luo and Wang Shuishui.

It was lying face up, with its head turned toward the window.

The lower half was tilted to the other side.

Its clothes were soaked in blood.

Along with that "kakaka" sound.

The corpse began to twitch, the head facing the window started to twist around.

Like a broken watch's second hand, it jerked "forward."

"Ah!"

Wang Shuishui's shout rang in Tang Luo's ear.

He turned his head and saw her sitting on the ground, legs flailing, struggling to retreat.

She could barely move two meters in a minute.

Tang Luo turned his head again; the corpse's head had already turned to face upward.

Most of its hair had slipped off.

Half a deathly pale face was revealed, along with one wide-open eye.

Only a third of the pupil was exposed, twitching wildly upward.

It evoked the classic frightening image of Sadako or the old mountain corpse.

The head continued to turn, about to face Tang Luo.

Tang Luo proactively reached out, pressed on the head, and successfully stopped it from turning further.

Then, his open palm slightly contracted.

"Ah!"

A miserable cry came from beneath his palm.

Tang Luo slightly lifted his wrist, struck downward, and knocked the girl pretending to be a ghost unconscious.

Her acting was decent, but her makeup failed.

How can fresh blood have no bloody smell?

Moreover, Tang Luo had been squatting for so long that even if he were careless, he could still tell whether what lay before him was a corpse or a living person.

"Just like that, the double happiness is gone."

However, this "folk drama troupe" is quite interesting.

They played a play within a play.

Wang Shuishui's acting was also quite good.

If it were an ordinary bold person, after Wang Shuishui apologized and an unexpected situation occurred, they would all be successfully coaxed and taken in.

Filmed, it might actually become popular.

"Alright, no more games. Call out your remaining people to get beaten; after beating them, send them to the police station." Tang Luo stood up, looking at Wang Shuishui, and said.

Wang Shuishui's frightened expression vanished; she rushed to the girl playing the ghost, scolding while checking: "Are you sick?"

Originally thought they had hooked a foolish fish.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a huge sea monster.

From the start they were extremely uncooperative, and now they've even knocked out one of their people; Wang Shuishui felt utterly stifled inside.

"I tell you, if anything happens to Qingqing, we'll demand you compensate to the point of losing all your property!" Wang Shuishui said.

"Save these words for the police station."

Tang Luo asked, "What about the others?"

"People! Stop filming! Get over here, you old lady! In the third floor, a lunatic showed up and said he'd send us to the police station!" Wang Shuishui roared into the walkie-talkie.

To be honest, she also worried that Tang Luo might lash out and hurt someone at this moment.

They had to subdue the opponent.

As for sending them to the police station…

Wang Shuishui wasn't afraid at all.

They outnumbered him; were they still afraid of this one guy?

Moreover, Wang Shuishui still had a few people with some influence at home.

Filming a scary little skit, with no incident—what does it matter?

The injured are still their people.

"You can still apologize now." Wang Shuishui said, shining a flashlight on Tang Luo's face.

"Amitabha." Tang Luo looked at Wang Shuishui with a gaze full of pity for the mentally challenged.

As an enlightened high monk, he naturally had to maintain his image.

A single "Amitabha" was enough to express his meaning.

Wang Shuishui glared at Tang Luo, finding his handsome face utterly detestable.

She had originally thought a handsome guy could boost ratings.

They could still promote him to fame.

Instead, an ungrateful wretch showed up.

Time trickled by.

Yet no one appeared.

Wang Shuishui roared upstairs: "Where are the people?! You said no more filming—come down! This isn't a script!"

Unfortunately, only her voice echoed in the empty villa, with no response at all.

Tang Luo also looked up toward the upstairs.

"Anyone upstairs?" he asked.

From coming up to now, he hadn't heard even the slightest sound from upstairs.

Not even the faintest footstep.

"Don't believe me? Go see for yourself!" Wang Shuishui was extremely irritable.

"That's also right."

Tang Luo nodded slightly.

The one called Qingqing, he had knocked unconscious.

Fortunately, she wouldn't wake up in a short time.

Wang Shuishui also couldn't carry her away while fleeing.

Watching Tang Luo walk upstairs effortlessly.

On Wang Shuishui's angry face, fear began to show.

She suddenly realized that this white-haired Xuanzang had appeared overly calm from start to finish.

It wasn't chuunibyou delusion; he simply didn't seem like a normal person at all.

Ruthless people aren't actually scary; what's truly terrifying is an unpredictable madman.

Tang Luo disappeared from Wang Shuishui's sight.

Finally, someone also appeared at the stairwell entrance, but they were coming up from below.

Wang Shuishui let out a breath: "You came so—"

The final "slow" word was forcibly swallowed back into her mouth.

Under the flashlight's beam, Wang Shuishui saw clearly that the comer was indeed her friend.

However, his face was deathly pale, his lips devoid of any color.

On the contrary, the whites of his eyes were filled with blood.

What truly frightened Wang Shuishui was that the person didn't walk up, but floated up in an eerie posture!