Second Mission Begins!

However, facts proved that the real world was actually quite peaceful.

Sun Ang impersonating a spirit medium to commit murder was merely a low-probability event.

Having experienced his first expedition, Tang Luo reached a correct conclusion—if one really wanted to make a living in this line of work, they would likely starve to death.

The first supernatural expedition Tang Luo participated in was as pleasant and relaxing as a campfire party.

There was even a confession event.

It made Tang Luo suspect for a moment that these people had come out not for exploration, but to confess their feelings, meet up, and plan the next confession.

What happened to "no zuo no die"?

"That place looks too dark and dangerous, let's not go over there."

"Okay."

What kind of conversation was that?!

Gathering around a campfire to tell a few horror stories, with a few girls screaming half-heartedly—was that supposed to be a "supernatural activity"?

It was so disappointing!

You have brought shame to the faces of all supernatural enthusiasts!

Of course, to outsiders, Tang Luo's harvest was incredibly rich.

It included, but was not limited to, the contact information of various girls.

"This is not what I wanted."

Tang Luo let out the cry of a "rich second generation."

Relying on his looks and freebies to open up sales channels, he encountered an unprecedented crisis.

I rely on my skills, not my face.

It was just that there had been no opportunity to truly showcase those skills!

Without a chance to demonstrate his skills in the real world first, Tang Luo instead waited for the second God and Demon Game.

It had been 30 days since the first one.

Zhou Zhenguo had said that the time between two God and Demon missions was not fixed.

It could be long or short.

At 3:00 PM, as Tang Luo was lying at home like a salted fish, relevant information naturally surfaced in his mind.

It told him that at the same time one day later, he would enter the mission world.

Just as Zhou Zhenguo had said, the second mission would provide advance notice of its start.

However, it was limited only to notifying the mission start time.

This was just so Tang Luo could prepare.

Beyond that, there was no further information.

What mission needed to be completed would only be revealed to the God and Demon Walker after entering the mission world, or rather, during the process of entering.

As the time approached, Tang Luo changed into his prepared clothes and put on his shoes.

He then took the Omen, which served as a decoration on the shelf, and "held" it in his hand.

In fact, under normal circumstances, when entering a mission world, a God and Demon Walker would not put their equipment away.

It was true that equipment could be quickly stored inside the body to avoid exposure.

But taking the equipment out took much longer.

Tang Luo had tested it; it took a full fifteen seconds to bring out the Omen.

Since he was going to the mission world to complete a task anyway, keeping his equipment on his person and within easy reach was the way to go.

He sat in the living room on the sofa.

Just like the first time, rustling whispers appeared in his ears and mind.

Drip, drip—water droplets fell from the sky.

Tang Luo focused his gaze on a droplet, watching it hit the ground.

The place where it landed was no longer his coffee table.

Instead, it was solid ground.

The water droplet landed on the floor.

It merged into the "puddle" on the ground.

These stagnant pools, together with the whispers, formed the task that needed to be completed this time—head to the terminal station and spend the night there until six in the morning.

Unlike the search mission from the first time.

This task seemed simpler—at least in terms of using one's brain.

The soft sensation of the sofa beneath his thighs had vanished.

In its place was something cold and hard.

The rustling sound of heavy rain hitting the ground replaced the whispering.

Tang Luo's left arm tightened as someone grabbed it abruptly.

A force pulled him backward.

He moved his left arm slightly forward, turning that backward force into a forward one.

He helped the person beside him regain their balance.

In the process, he caught a whiff of a fragrant scent; hmm, it was the smell of perfume.

"They're all newcomers..."

A man's voice came from the other side.

Tang Luo turned his head.

To his right sat a young man wearing common black-rimmed glasses, a plaid shirt, dark casual trousers, and somewhat dirty white sneakers.

His expression was dazed.

Judging by his appearance, he was either a university student majoring in science and engineering or a programmer.

And judging by the thickness of his hair, he was most likely a university student.

Standing in front of this science student was a middle-aged woman.

She looked to be in her forties or fifties, wearing an apron and slippers, and most importantly—she was actually holding a broom!

Never mind the apron.

The broom successfully caught Tang Luo's attention.

One had to know that the restrictions on what could be brought into the God and Demon Game were extremely strict.

Zhou Zhenguo couldn't even bring in a pair of nail clippers.

Compared to nail clippers, a broom was clearly a weapon.

It shouldn't have been allowed in.

Unless, this broom was equipment!

However, the shocked look on the middle-aged woman's face, along with her slippers, made it look like she was undoubtedly participating in the God and Demon Game for the first time.

Could it be that the broom was something the "God and Demon" implicitly allowed the woman to carry?

Was the broom the real body?

A built-in weapon?

That felt a bit strong.

The one who spoke up was a God and Demon Walker who had already experienced a mission.

Dressed in outdoor sportswear, he looked crisp and efficient, a standard young man.

He could have been in his twenties or early thirties.

There was some confusion in his eyes.

He wasn't just confused by the woman's broom, but also by Tang Luo.

Looking at that calm expression and practiced posture, he definitely wasn't a first-timer.

But... what was up with that outfit?

He wore a small string of prayer beads on his wrist.

He felt like a monk, yet he had half-long white hair, making him look neither fish nor fowl.

He was very handsome and eye-catching, that was true.

But it didn't look like an outfit for completing a mission.

Could he be a coser?

Yet, the temperament vaguely exuded by him had a hint of an enlightened high monk.

"Wait, you, you shouldn't be a newcomer, right?"

The young man retracted his previous question and asked, looking at Tang Luo.

"Amitabha."

Tang Luo held his right hand up in a palm salute before his chest. "This poor monk's dharma name is Xuanzang; I am not a newcomer."

His left hand was still being held tightly by someone.

Receiving a definitive answer, the young man shifted his gaze to Tang Luo's left.

If not for the fact that Tang Luo's "Buddha relies on gold leaf" appearance was truly eye-catching.

The person on his left would have been the first to be noticed.

A black camisole, slightly lower, or if one's gaze were a bit too high, one could see an unfathomable cleavage.

Denim hot pants revealed a pair of slender legs, paired with black high heels.

Long hair draped over her shoulders, sporting typical influencer makeup.

But one had to admit, before removing the makeup, she was very pretty, very sexy, and very alluring.

As for how much remained after removing the makeup.

That was unclear.

Makeup is a form of sorcery.

Without the Fiery Eyes of Truth, it is difficult to break through.

Tang Luo did not possess the Fiery Eyes of Truth, and the young man standing before him did not either.

The process of pulling out his eyeballs, which had practically fallen into her, was quite difficult.

"Young man, what is going on!"

Fortunately, the middle-aged woman's booming voice accelerated this process.

The young man's expression turned serious: "Simply put, we have entered a special mission world. Completing the mission we all just heard is very dangerous. People will die, and only those who survive can become stronger."

"You aren't lying to me, are you?"

The smile on the middle-aged woman's face was somewhat strained.

The science student pushed up his glasses.

The influencer girl beside Tang Luo did not speak, though she unconsciously gripped Tang Luo's arm a little tighter.

"No, you all heard the mission just now," the young man said.

He introduced some of the more basic circumstances.

It was not as detailed as Zhou Zhenguo's, but at least it made the others understand exactly what was happening.

And, that they should stop holding onto the thought that "this isn't real."

"Understood," the science student said, pushing up his glasses again. "Then let's introduce ourselves first. My name is Lin Zi'ang, a junior in college, at a key university..."

"My name is Li Shufen, just a housewife," the middle-aged woman said. "What is your name, young man? Should we just follow you to complete the mission?"

Compared to Zhou Zhenguo's "Zhenguo," it had more of a generational characteristic.

It was equivalent to the Zixuan, Zixuan, Zixuan, and Zixuan of today's little girls.

"Just call me K."

The young man had no intention of revealing his real name and casually gave a codename. "Don't think too much into it. I'm not here specifically to guide newcomers; I just happened to be assigned to the same mission as you three rookies."

K was not a kind-hearted uncle like Zhou Zhenguo.

In fact, even Zhou Zhenguo would not have hesitated to kill Li Liang if the need arose.

Being cold and detached was the normal posture for most God and Demon Walkers.

"What about you?"

After speaking, K looked at the influencer girl beside Tang Luo, who had already let go of his arm.

"I... my name is Mi Ke. I'm a streamer. I dance often, so my stamina is very good. I won't hold you back."

The dancing streamer girl gave off a rather shy impression.

"This poor monk's dharma name is Xuanzang, and I am not a newcomer," Tang Luo said with a flower-twirling smile, reintroducing himself. "If any of you have need, this poor monk can try his best to ensure your safety."

The science student's face sank immediately.

In the end, were he and that middle-aged woman the only ones foolish enough to give their real names?

It wasn't that there was necessarily a problem with giving one's real name.

But in an environment where everyone was accustomed to using codenames, revealing one's real name made one look like a total novice.

"Monk, don't go around playing the good guy."

K frowned, staring at Tang Luo.

"This poor monk possesses a 'Consecration' skill. I can perform Consecration for you all to offset one calamity," Tang Luo said with a smile.

"Is that for real?"

While others might not understand, K naturally knew what Tang Luo was talking about.

"A monk does not speak falsely," Tang Luo said. "When you need Consecration, you donors may come to find this poor monk at any time."

Come and find me!

My merit-generating machine!

K did not speak, nor did he rashly let Tang Luo perform Consecration on him.

Heaven knows what kind of skills this monk actually possessed.

Just because he said so, K was supposed to believe him?

K was not that stupid.

Skipping the topic entirely, K surveyed his surroundings.

This was a roadside bus stop.

There was a dilapidated sign, a fixed long metal bench, and a tattered shed overhead.

It barely managed to block the rain pouring down from the sky.

At the end of the road, a few houses could be vaguely seen standing by the roadside.

Other than that, it was completely desolate.

It was hard to tell why there would even be a bus stop in such a remote place, miles away from anywhere.

Tang Luo and the others had a mission: to reach the terminal station and stay there for one night.

In that case, did it mean they had to wait for a bus here?

Hopefully, it wouldn't be like last time, where they had to take a bus back here after the night was over just to return to the real world.