Chapter 8 (1/2)

Translator: Atlas Studios

Editor: Atlas Studios

“Dress up as a woman…”

The corner of Little Chu’s mouth twitched non-stop.

‘Seriously, monks these days, why are all of them like fat geeks!?’

“Yes.” Tang Luo nodded. “Benefactor Chu is a relatively more suitable candidate.”

Among the four men present, Tang Luo was definitely a no-go. He was tall, well-built, and handsome. No matter what, he wasn’t going to look like one.

Li Liang’s body had been hollowed out and was currently in a half-dead state.

The high school teenager in light green was tanned, and the black fuzz on his upper lip even left unshaved. He gave off quite the feel of a private advisor of olden times.

Little Chu, on the other hand, was different. He was of medium height and a slender build. Thus, he was great material for dressing up as a woman and had extremely high potential for it.

Little Chu frowned while thinking about it. He soon nodded and said, “Alright, Master, my life is in your hands!”

He was surprisingly decisive and clear-cut about it.

If Little Chu was unable to join in the mission and complete it together, leading to failure to obtain rewards in the end, how would he be any different from salted fish1?

Little Chu had thought it through very clearly.

Even if he could get by this time by cozying up to someone powerful, could he do the same thing the next time? Could he do it every single time?

If one didn’t go through some danger and sacrifice a thing or two, how could they possibly become stronger?

As the idiom went, “Wealth is sought in danger.”

This wasn’t a game by Tencent1 where one could power up just by buying game credits.

This was The Game of Gods and Demons!

“Alright, in that case, we’ll act tonight.” Tang Luo set the time.

The sky gradually darkened.

The doors of the hotel were tightly shut.

While holding Little Chu in his grasp, Tang Luo sprung off the ground. He leaped over the fence, whose height had been specially increased by the hotel past two meters high, and landed in the dim little alley behind the hotel.

After they landed, Little Chu exclaimed as he pressed his hand against his pounding heart, “Master, you said you didn’t know qinggong!” He sounded rather excited.

This meant that the higher Master Xuanzang’s combat ability was, the safer he would be. At the same time, it also indicated that the higher it was, the higher the possibility of them clearing the mission would be.

“I’m just able to jump a little higher than most, that’s all,” replied Tang Luo without any hint of self-satisfaction.

There was indeed nothing much to be self-satisfied about.

What was qinggong?

It was flying across grass plains and drifting on water surfaces elegantly and gracefully.

Divine powers and techniques were of an even higher realm.

As for Tang Luo, he hurried along swiftly, crossing several hundred meters in a jump and causing destruction everywhere he went, just like the Hulk.

He couldn’t’ find anything about this that he could be self-satisfied about at all.

Lifting his head, he gazed at the night sky at a 45-degrees angle. Tang Luo missed the days in the past where he could ride on dragons and horses.

‘Little White Dragon1, Master here misses you so much.’

“I’ll follow you at the back. Be careful.”

Tang Luo patted Little Chu on the shoulder. The Jade Lotus of Virtuous Merit gave off a weak glow, which disappeared in a flash.

He expended a bit of the power of virtuous merits and formed a defensive barrier of a certain degree around Little Chu.

Nodding, Little Chu started to walk forward timidly.

As for Tang Luo, he leaped onto the roof of a house beside them. From a high vantage point, he could see and hear everything around him.

The city in the late night was actually not a quiet one.

It wasn’t so much the loud and boisterous voices of humans, but rather, it was because one could frequently hear the caws of crows and the sound of their wings flapping.

In the beginning, Little Chu even got a fright. But as time passed, he got used to it.

After walking for a good half an hour or so, he didn’t even run into anyone’s shadow, much less Jack the Ripper.

Little Chu began to take longer strides and specially picked various small alleys to walk into.

Towards the end, even he himself didn’t know where he was anymore.

Little Chu had also strayed far from the relatively more prosperous area of the city. Other than the pale moonlight and dim light coming from the windows of houses, there were no other light sources in the surroundings.

Little Chu’s speed slowed down once more.

Creak!

All of a sudden, the sound of a door that had seen better days opening could be heard coming from diagonally in front of him.

What followed were two overlapping cries of surprise.

One of them belonged to Little Chu, while the other came from the person who opened the door.

Both of them got a shock.

“What are you doing!?”

The person who opened the door was a man. Because of the darkness, one couldn’t see what he looked like. Although his voice was loud, he sounded rather shaky.

“What are you doing?” Little Chu asked instead. His voice was a little distorted and didn’t sound like a man’s voice.

“Are you tired of living, being out here so late at night instead of going home?!”

After determining that the person who had given him a shock seemed to be a woman, the man’s heart settled back down, and he swore furiously.

“What goddamn business is it of yours!” Little Chu was not to be outdone.

“Bastard! Bastard! Don’t you loiter outside my house. If you weren’t a woman, I’d have treated you like a burglar and tied you up!” The man’s voice faded as he slammed the door shut.

No one knew why he had even opened the door earlier.

“What a crazy guy.” Little Chu grumbled as he continued walking forward. His gait, however, became significantly more relaxed.

Even though they had a heated exchange earlier, it chased off some of the night frigid chills.

Except that Little Chu didn’t notice something.

The man, who had exchanged insults with him just now, opened the window quietly. He squeezed through it to the outside and followed behind him silently.

One could faintly make out that the man was holding a bunch of ropes in his right hand.

‘The Ripper?’

On the rooftop, Tang Luo wondered to himself. Yet he didn’t think that he seemed the part. None of the corpses had signs of being tied up.

In other words, Jack the Ripper didn’t need ropes when he was killing.

The man was holding a bunch of ropes but not a knife. The stronger possibility was that he was someone who had conceived lustful ideas in his head?

His own words earlier had probably reminded himself and set off the wicked thoughts in his heart.