Chapter 77: Chapter Seventy-Seven: It Was Your Dog Who Moved First

Tang Luo grabbed the little match girl.

He realized the little match girl was not merely a ghost, but more like a dog.

This was a dog demon; to be more precise.

It was the soul of a dog demon!

After a person dies, there is a certain probability of appearing as a "ghost"; after a demon dies, naturally there is also a certain probability.

Some demons, even if their souls are scattered and their forms destroyed, may still retain their obsessions and become malevolent fallen things that bring disaster to a region.

As for those not completely killed, a wisp of remnant soul not dead, forming a demon ghost, is not impossible.

However, compared to "human ghosts," "demon ghosts" are very rare.

Although the little match girl was selling matches.

But after Tang Luo "bought" the matches, her subsequent behavior was to make Tang Luo throw away the matches, and have her pick them up.

Undoubtedly, this is behavior only canines would have, and moreover, it is that of a domestic dog.

Do wild dogs have such behavior?

Tang Luo was not sure, but he was certain that domestic dogs would have this behavior, forming such an instinct, including Erlang Shen's Xiaotian Dog.

Yes, the Xiaotian Dog plays like this with Erlang Shen when they have nothing to do.

The life of immortals is actually still quite leisurely.

When Tang Luo grabbed the little match girl at that time, a sudden inexplicable feeling of familiarity welled up. Even on her body, he saw a trace of the Xiaotian Dog from back then.

Either it was the Xiaotian Dog from myth and legend, or it was the Xiaotian Dog that Tang Luo encountered in that world when he time-traveled.

"Gouzi" was what Tang Luo originally called the Xiaotian Dog. Simple and clear.

Unfortunately, before Tang Luo could further confirm, he was interrupted by Qinglang, this foolish hot-weapon reserve.

The little match girl escaped in a flurry.

The dog ran off—what to do? Just catch it again.

As the main responsible person, Qinglang must certainly bear responsibility.

Back then, the Xiaotian Dog, besides listening to Yang Jian's words, had as its greatest interest and pastime playing with various fairy maiden sisters.

Don't misunderstand, the Xiaotian Dog is not a lustful dog.

The Xiaotian Dog that Tang Luo knew was not male, but female.

Originally, Tang Luo had specifically confirmed that in "My Little Sister Can't Possibly Be That Cute," the Xiaotian Dog also had some screen time.

Monks do not tell lies.

Even in literary creation, one must base it on facts.

Tang Luo is such a rigorous person. Making things up is impossible to make up, and he will never make things up in this lifetime.

The Xiaotian Dog is different from ordinary great demons; she is typical of a pure childlike heart, a child's body, a child's appearance, and a child's mind.

That is to say, she is very easily deceived.

If Tang Luo's guess is correct, and the little match girl is truly related to the Xiaotian Dog, then she will most likely be lured out by the new bait.

"Let's add another layer of 'seasoning'."

Tang Luo tugged at Qinglang's collar, cutting a small opening below her collarbone.

Letting the blood slowly flow out, part of it staining the skull.

Although he is a cultivator, albeit a very inexperienced one, his blood is still different from that of ordinary people.

Having prepared the bait, Tang Luo tugged the rope in his hand and said: "Let's go, we're going to find the dog."

Qinglang felt that she now resembled a dog.

"I won't let you go……" she spat out a few words from between her teeth.

"Alright." Tang Luo said perfunctorily, "Come down."

Qinglang shifted her body, fell from the table to the ground, barely propping herself up on the table, grimy and disheveled, slowly getting up.

"Fine." Tang Luo shook his head, activated the Merit Jade Lotus, and slightly treated her injuries.

At least let her have the strength to walk.

The two went out.

"Master……"

Han Guang happened to pass by, saw this scene, couldn't help but let out a low cry, immediately stepped aside, and quietly raised his thumb.

Unexpectedly, Master Xuanzang is also a person of deep feeling. When he plays like this, he is far more high-end than them.

That young lady, her complexion slightly pale, her demeanor cool and clear, yet somehow pitiful to behold.

Impressive, no wonder it's Master Xuanzang!

"Oh, the poor monk is going to find the little match girl, want to come together?" Tang Luo glanced at Han Guang and asked.

"No, no."

Han Guang shook his head like a rattle drum, "Master, you're busy, I'll go first."

He ran off in a puff of smoke, leaving no trace. He is indeed a person with discernment.

"Hmm." Tang Luo nodded.

"I want a veil." After walking two steps, Qinglang stopped walking and made a request, "Otherwise I'd rather die."

"Really troublesome." Tang Luo reached out, directly tore off a piece of her clothing, "Here you go."

Making do with what's at hand—skill full marks.

"……" She took it with trembling hands, Qinglang covered the lower half of her face with it.

Just——

How come it feels even more wrong than just now?

The "blessing" of the three terrifying rumors of Tuo An Shan Cheng, after a period of time at night. The streets were basically empty of people.

Occasionally, a passerby would see the two white-clad figures wandering like ghosts and would be frightened into running away.

It somewhat comforted Qing Lang's heart, which was riddled with a thousand wounds.

"Pa-ta."

The sound of the small wooden stick falling to the ground was clearly audible in this silent night, on this deserted street.

Tang Luo loosened the rope and said, "Go on."

"Go on?" Qing Lang looked at the small wooden stick not far away, then turned her head to look at this white-haired demon monk.

"Pick it up." Tang Luo said.

"..."

"This will probably lure the dog out again." Tang Luo said, "Or perhaps you actually enjoy strolling around like this on the street."

Qing Lang almost bit her teeth to pieces, slowly walked forward, crouched down, and picked up the small wooden stick.

Walking back to Tang Luo's front, Qing Lang suppressed the urge to stab him to death with a stick, and handed the small wooden stick to Tang Luo.

Using a worn-out metaphor—

It was as if her eyes could kill, Tang Luo had already died countless times.

"Alright, you throw it yourself." Tang Luo waved his hand.

Qing Lang didn't know where the strength came from, and snapped the small wooden stick in her hand in one go.

Of course, after breaking it, her chest heaved violently, obviously aggravating her injury again.

The skull she had just taken out almost slipped from her grasp.

"How about, let me throw it?" The benevolent Monk Xuanzang Tang Luo was still quite amiable.

If you don't want to throw it, then let him do it.

These days, even slacking off is not easy.

"No need! I'll do it myself!"

Qing Lang turned around and threw the small wooden stick out with all her strength—ten meters away.

Moving as if stepping on cotton, Qing Lang walked to the side of the small wooden stick, crouched down, picked it up, and threw it again.

Just like that, she slowly walked past two streets.

Tang Luo followed behind Qing Lang.

The Qing Lang ahead already had sweat covering her forehead.

The originally negligible cold wind now felt extremely yin and cold at this moment; her body was feverish, yet her limbs were icy cold.

Qing Lang crouched down, picked up the small wooden stick, wanted to stand up, but was overcome by a wave of dizziness and could no longer stand.

Without falling heavily onto the cold ground, Qing Lang was supported by Tang Luo.

A warm hand pressed against her forehead, a warm current surged from the crown of her head, slowly flowing to her limbs and bones, dispelling the original icy sensation.

Qing Lang's hand supporting Tang Luo's chest felt momentarily weak, and she found herself somewhat reluctant to let go of this warmth.

"Alright, continue." Tang Luo pushed her away with one shove.

Naive, wanting to take this opportunity to slack off?

Monk Xuanzang had used his merit to treat her, don't think about slacking off.

Qing Lang steadied her body, closed her eyes, then reopened them, and threw the small wooden stick in her hand.

Before the small wooden stick hit the ground, a figure suddenly appeared before her eyes.

Thin and small, head lowered, wearing layer upon layer of tattered clothes that did not cover the body.

In her mouth was the small wooden stick Qing Lang had thrown away.

"This is..."

Qing Lang widened her eyes.

At the tavern, although she had made a move.

But because Tang Luo blocked the little match-selling girl.

Qing Lang had never truly seen "her," and instead mistakenly thought the "demonic aura" was released by this demon monk Tang Luo.

Upon suddenly seeing the little match-selling girl appear out of nowhere, she couldn't help but be somewhat startled.

Could this child be the "dog" that demon monk spoke of?

"Ka-cha."

The little match-selling girl closed her mouth and bit the wooden stick in half.

Walking up to Qing Lang, the little girl extended her fist, which usually held a few small wooden sticks.

"Excuse me, would you like to buy a match?"

Ordinary words, yet they caused Qing Lang's inner fear to surge immensely.

After all, she was a cultivator with techniques, and could sense the peculiarity of the little girl before her.

Fundamentally not human, but some kind of extremely terrifying "demon."

Qing Lang felt that even in her prime state, she could not possibly be a match for this little girl.

No.

Such a description was too flattering to herself.

It should be said, perhaps only the sect's ancestral master could possibly overcome this little girl before her.

And, this demon monk's purpose was actually to lure out this money-demanding demon?

Qing Lang looked at Tang Luo in astonishment.

"Would you like to buy a match?" the little girl asked again.

Qinglang did not answer; she had a feeling that no matter whether she bought matches or not, what she would do next.

In the end, she would die at the hands of this little girl—if she had encountered her alone, rather than serving as bait here.

"The poor monk bought it."

The fisherman Tang Luo laughed and took a step forward, standing before the little match girl.

The little girl's outstretched hand shrank slightly, and she let out a threatening low growl from her mouth.

"Come, give it to me." Tang Luo extended his hand toward the little girl.

The little girl retracted her right hand and suddenly opened her mouth wide.

This time, it was not the blood basin big mouth seen last time.

In Qinglang's field of vision.

The night sky, the bright moon, the surrounding buildings, the street beneath her feet—all vanished in an instant.

In their place, everything was shrouded by the descending blood basin big mouth.

"Tsk, really it's you? Doggie, your temper is worse than before."

Tang Luo said.

A myriad of palm shadows appeared.

Thousand hands cannot defend!

In an instant, it shattered the blood basin big mouth that was descending.

The beast's painful roar sounded.

Qinglang saw the demon monk raise his right arm flat, grabbing the little girl—"Doggie"—by the head, as if holding a rag doll.

The little girl struggled wildly, yet could not break free from the other's arm.

"Doggie, tell me, where is your true skull?"

Tang Luo held the little girl up before his eyes and asked.

All that came back was a roar representing instinctive anger.

"A bit troublesome." He frowned, Tang Luo said, "Forget it, when Yang Jian asks later, just say it was your dog who struck first."

Saying that, he slapped the little girl with one palm.

The struggling motion ceased; the little girl's body turned into a mass of black, dense mist, spreading in all directions, part of it dissipating into the air.

Another part recondensed into form.

And the head, firmly held by Tang Luo, had no chance to escape.

Another palm!