As Long as I Run Fast Enough

Beneath the garden lay Landlord Gao's little black room.

Inside, he kept some "idiots" who, according to Gao Kidney-Deficiency, had a bit of cultivation and had come to uphold justice.

The pig demons of Gao Village might not have been a match for these people.

But this was where Bajie was imprisoned, a place of great importance to the gods and Buddhas. If things got too out of hand, their end definitely would not be pleasant.

As special "jailers," the people of Gao Village had been trapped here alongside Bajie. Yet they were immortal and indestructible; as long as they remained within Gao Village's territory, they could do whatever they pleased.

Those lofty gods and Buddhas would never care about the joys, anger, sorrows, and delights of "mortals."

What did the lives and deaths of ants have to do with them?

The pig demons of Gao Village were somewhat capable as well. They had managed Gao Village quite prosperously, turning what should have been a life in prison into one full of flavor.

The little black room underground was proof of that.

Naturally, Landlord Gao would not lead Tang Luo past his little black room. Instead, he skirted around it and headed toward where Bajie was being held.

As they went deeper underground, the stench of blood grew increasingly thick.

At the end of the long, narrow corridor stood a massive stone door that opened and closed.

The bloody smell seeped out from within. There were also traces of a formation on the door, not for defense, but to conceal its aura—a formation used for hiding.

No matter how dense the bloody smell was, it would be difficult to discover this place from elsewhere—unless one was a formation master.

Tang Luo could be considered a master when it came to