Chapter 65: The Little Match Girl

Until the gathering ended.

The fate Tang Luo obtained also failed to sell.

However, he exchanged cleaning for a special equipment with a god-demon walker.

This equipment is a pair of black-framed glasses.

After wearing them, when the body and mind are in a relatively stable state, they can recover from injuries on the body.

The recovery speed is not fast, bit by bit, better than nothing.

The attached skill is invisibility, which can make others unable to see this pair of glasses.

For most god-demon walkers, it is merely chicken ribs.

But for Tang Luo, it is actually a decent equipment.

It allows him to undergo recuperative healing in the real world where vital energy is thin and wounds cannot be healed.

It achieved a major breakthrough from nothing to something.

It is more useful than cleaning.

After the gathering ended, Tang Luo wandered aimlessly in Yanjing for a few more days before returning home.

Various supernatural exploration groups still existed, but Tang Luo set them all to silent.

He basically lost interest.

A group of salted fish, indeed god-demon walkers are the real potential customers.

Sitting in the living room, Tang Luo took out the obtained fate fragment.

After being rejected, this fate fragment became low-key like a real eggshell, not emitting any light.

But when handed to someone else, it would emit light, indicating a desire to "merge-body".

Very "watery and fickle".

After staring at the fate fragment for a while, the lonely gourmet went online again.

Tang Luo threw this fate fragment into his mouth and closed his eyes.

Actively absorb and digest this fate fragment, try it?

How could Elder Tang be a passive man?

In the illusory world, a golden ape appeared, roaring toward the sky.

Before it could roar a few times.

The sky began to sink.

The ape's roar stopped abruptly, emitting a puppy-like whimper, tucking its tail and fleeing.

But no matter how fast it was, it could not escape the falling "sky".

Or rather, it could not escape the falling giant palm.

The so-called world is merely a "Buddha kingdom in the palm".

On the palm, there is a pair of calm eyes, like an ancient well with no ripples.

Falling down, the golden ape disappeared, turning into pure energy, merging into this world.

The process of absorbing and digesting the fate fragment is just like this.

Tang Luo reopened his eyes.

The power contained in this fate fragment has been completely swallowed by him.

Even if Tang Luo is now killed by a god-demon walker or commits suicide, his body will not "drop" any fate fragment.

Fate fragments, after all, are still a kind of power bearing imprints or marks, or rather, power seeds.

This point is different from skills.

Although the skill's remark is quite cheeky, it has absolutely no imprint traces.

Like the difference between drinks and air.

"Achieved, Master only has one success force left." Tang Luo silently thought in his heart.

The wish is perfectly fulfilled.

From now on, I can happily——or still cannot loaf around.

Or I still need to act when it's time to act.

The next action will be in one week.

More than a month and several days since the last god-demon mission.

Tang Luo wore the invisible glasses, dressed in the "god-demon set" that had been consecrated, his slightly long hair neatly groomed, with a string of small Buddhist beads on his wrist.

Entering the mission world as a standard Buddhist idol.

The rustling whispers eventually formed in his mind the related mission—obtain the true skull of the little match girl.

"Little match girl?"

Tang Luo showed a strange expression, "Or is it really the true skull, what's the fuss?"

The little match girl, the famous fairy tale written by Andersen.

Although it is a fairy tale, in reality, it is very realistic and dark.

Put simply, it is the story of a poor little match girl who suffered from hunger and cold on Christmas night and died.

The core idea expresses deep sympathy for the miserable plight of the poor, dissatisfaction with contemporary society, mercilessly revealing the darkness and evil of capitalist society—remember, it will be tested.

Summarized in a line of poetry: "The gates of the rich reek of wine and meat, while on the road lie the frozen bones."

This mission is to have them find the skull of the little match girl?

After experiencing the first "surface opening surgery", Tang Luo felt that this mission would definitely not be so simple.

Of course, his gaze is not sharp.

He was merely surveying the place where he had appeared.

It was not the freezing winter night from the story, nor was it the 1845 historical setting.

The place Tang Luo found himself in was inside a wooden low-roofed house.

Dilapidated, old, the wooden door had fallen outward.

Overhead, spider webs could be seen in the corners of the roof beams.

Like an abandoned ancient Huaxia building.

Beside him stood six people.

Three bewildered, three calm.

One woman, five men.

That woman's appearance was ordinary; she belonged to the calm trio, wearing outdoor sportswear — clearly a Shenmo Walker who had experienced missions.

As for the three bewildered ones, whether any of them were old foxes playing pig to eat tiger like Li Shufen remained unknown.

Among the seven, the most conspicuous was naturally Tang Luo.

"Master Xuanzang, is that you? Master Xuanzang!"

A few seconds later, someone from the calm faction broke the silence, walked up to Tang Luo, and asked with a face full of pleasant surprise.

"Oh, it's you, Number 18." Tang Luo recognized this man.

Number 18 from the last gathering had conversed with Tang Luo.

Tang Luo had an impression of him; like Tang Luo, he was a newcomer who had just joined Walk Near Science and was attending a gathering for the first time.

"It's me, it's me. My surname is Han; Master Xuanzang can just call me Xiao Han." The man said with a smile.

He looked to be around thirty; judging by facial features alone, he was somewhat older than Tang Luo.

But that didn't matter — the accomplished becomes the teacher.

"Benefactor Han." Tang Luo pressed his palms together, exuding the quiet, serene aura of an enlightened high monk.

Of course, Han Guang would not be deceived by Tang Luo's surface.

He had personally witnessed this white-haired monk turn Yao Jingwu, the fate-holder whom everyone said was not to be trifled with, into a headless corpse.

For someone who had only experienced one mission.

A first mission that had even failed — to Han Guang, who differed from a pure novice only in intelligence, the Master Xuanzang before him was a massive thick thigh.

He absolutely had to cling to it tightly.

The other two veterans said nothing, merely sizing up Tang Luo.

... Such an exaggerated getup, and someone's still kissing up to him?

Could it be they've run into one of those self-righteous iron blockheads?

People like that are of no help to a mission; sometimes they even backfire.

Tang Luo had never met these two veterans.

He didn't know if they were connected to Walk Near Science.

After the mission, he could ask Qin Menglan.

"This poor monk is Xuanzang; my skill is Enlightenment, and I excel at healing injuries and saving people." Tang Luo introduced himself — a pity he couldn't bring business cards in.

Otherwise he could have handed some out.

After returning home, he had ordered another batch of business cards.

He could distribute another wave at the next gathering — the attendees would vary more.

"Xu Yi."

The man among the veterans said, "This is my fifth mission."

He did not state his skill.

"Dong Yuan, this is my sixth mission." That ordinary woman also did not introduce her skill, simply stating the number of missions she had experienced.

Her words made Xu Yi look directly at her.

Han Guang's eyes also lit up.

Five missions, six missions, veterans — these are the real veterans!

Two more thick thighs added!

"Can someone explain to us what exactly is going on?"

Someone on the other side, among the newcomers, asked.

"I'll do it."

Han Guang said; compared to the newcomers, he merely had a bit more intelligence capability.

A few minutes later, the three newcomers more or less understood what was going on.

They also gave simple self-introductions.

Among them, a burly man nearly two meters tall was named Du Shun, a university student, member of the school basketball team.

Judging by appearance alone, he was actually the most intimidating of the seven.

The other two were Ma Qiang and Zhang Wen — ordinary, run-of-the-mill.

Giving off the feeling of cannon-fodder extras just making up the numbers.

These two looked at Du Shun, who was also a newcomer yet tall and imposing, then looked at themselves, and instantly felt the heavens were unfair.

While Han Guang was introducing things to the newcomers at the cottage doorway.

Tang Luo and the other two went outside to take a look.

An abandoned little village, typical ancient Huaxia style.

However you looked at it, it had nothing to do with the Little Match Girl — except the weather was extremely cold, estimated to be in the depths of winter.

"What do you think?"

Everyone gathered again, and Xu Yi asked.

The "you" in his words clearly referred to Dong Yuan and Tang Luo.

Even Han Guang, who had a strong sycophantic air, was directly ignored.

Any god or demon wanderer with a bit of ability would not be like Han Guang; that fawning intention would have overflowed.

"First leave this place, inquire clearly what this 'Little Matchstick Girl' is all about."

Dong Yuan said, in a moderate manner.

"The poor monk agrees." Tang Luo nodded.

"I think so too." Han Guang followed closely.

The three newcomers had no particular ideas; everything still followed these veterans.

Seeing no one objected, Dong Yuan turned around and simply walked toward the small path just discovered.

Neat and decisive.

About ten or so minutes later, everyone walked on a flat, firm yellow earth road.

They chose a direction and continued forward.

About an hour later, other people appeared in the field of view.

Wearing coarse cloth clothes, standard ancient attire.

Tang Luo naturally took on the responsibility of "communication ambassador."

His attire matched this task world very well, and his splendid clothing immediately showed he was a monk of status.

A few minutes later.

Tang Luo returned with the information he knew.

This place is the northern region of the Great You Dynasty, near Anshan City.

The direction Tang Luo and the others were walking happened to be toward Anshan City.

Anshan City is the only major city within a hundred-li radius, very lively and prosperous.

This evaluation of liveliness and prosperity was not given by Tang Luo, but came from passersby.

"What the hell does this have to do with the Little Matchstick Girl!"

Du Shun couldn't help but burst out a vulgar remark.

Everyone also expressed agreement in turn.

To find the skull of the Little Matchstick Girl, then throw them into a society similar to ancient Huaxia.

Not a single relevant clue was given.

Play a damn egg!

"Let's go to Anshan City first." Tang Luo looked at the sky; although it was still early daytime, a normal pace from here to Anshan City would take more than three hours.

Converted to modern time, that is nearly seven hours.

It might not even be possible to arrive before nightfall.

Tang Luo had asked about travel permits, identity, and related matters.

Entering Anshan City is not that troublesome; no proof is needed.

It's just that others' strange and unusual clothing stands out somewhat.

During the day, following the crowd in and out is fine.

After nightfall, pedestrian traffic decreases, and inspections naturally become somewhat stricter.

As for later still, the city gates are closed, making it difficult for ordinary people to enter or leave.