There was a wound on Sangsang's forehead and blood flowed down slowly. Perhaps it was because her face was too pale, but the blood was not pure red. It looked a little black.
She looked at the little boy and was a little confused. She could not understand why he had hit her with a stone. When she figured it out, her expression darkened. She was a little sad, but she did not say anything.
Lu Chenjia saw this scene clearly. For some reason, she felt a tinge of pity in her heart. Quni Madi laughed coldly. She did not hide the joy in her laughter.
Sangsang was in pain and sadness, but she did not say anything. She just quietly leaned on Ning Que's shoulder because she did not want him to be affected by this matter. She knew that he was not feeling well now.
But how could Ning Que not know that she had been hit by a stone? He looked sideways at the little boy. He held the scabbard with his left hand and began to slowly pull out the podao from the scabbard.
Quni Madi laughed coldly and said viciously, "Ning Que, you are indeed cold-blooded!"
Lu Chenjia's expression changed slightly. She pleaded for the little boy, "He is just a child …"
Ning Que did not seem to hear them at all. The podao was already half out of the scabbard. He looked at the little boy. There was no expression on his face that was covered in blood. That made him even more terrifying.
The little boy cried out again.
In the crowd, Master Qi Mei looked at Ning Que and felt slightly remorseful. He said in a low voice, "Mr. Thirteen, today's siege of the White Tower Temple is the fault of the Buddhism Sect. I will bear the responsibility. Please show mercy."
At this moment, the little boy was beside Ning Que. As long as Ning Que pulled out his podao, he would definitely die. Even though Qi Mei was a high monk of the Xuankong Temple and had powerful means, he could not stop all this.
Ning Que was forced into a desperate situation today. He had fled here and killed countless people. He was covered in blood and his state of mind was already numb and cold to the extreme. Not to mention the people present, even the Headmaster of the Academy or Eldest Brother would not be able to stop him from killing the little boy.
In the entire world, there was only one person who could stop him under such circumstances.
Sangsang leaned on his shoulder and shook her head. She said tiredly, "No."
Ning Que's hand holding the hilt slightly stiffened.
Many years ago, they worked together to kill their grandfather in the depths of Min Mountain. Before they left the hunting house, Sangsang, who was still a little girl, asked him to let go of the two little rock goats, which were very precious food for them at that time.
The story of the past seemed to be repeating itself today.
Ning Que sheathed the knife and used the tip of the scabbard to fling the boy, who was still crying in fear, to the back of the crowd.
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There were many corpses lying on the lakeside, and there were also many seriously injured people groaning and wailing in pools of blood.
Ning Que looked at the temple wall in the distance and realized that after killing so many people, he had only walked a few hundred feet. If he wanted to leave, he still had a long way to go. How many more people would he have to kill?
He suddenly felt tired and lowered his head.
Sangsang held her sleeves with her fingers and gently wiped the blood off his face.
Ning Que raised his head, untied the rope on his arm, and continued to walk forward.
Quni Madi and Lu Chenjia did not know why he would let them go and stood rooted to the ground.
Something very strange happened at this moment.
Ning Que walked forward, and the people in front of him gradually parted and became very quiet. The silence spread faster than the fear. The noise and curses at the back of the crowd also gradually stopped.
Even the monks of the Buddhism Sect fell into silence. They did not continue chanting or chanting Buddhist scriptures.
The raging crowd in the White Tower Temple gradually calmed down.
No one could understand what had caused the current silence. Ning Que could not understand it, Master Qi Mei could not understand it, Quni Madi could not understand it, and if Haotian was looking down on the world, he probably could not understand it either.
Because of fear, so they were angry. Ning Que was tired now, and the fear of the people seemed to have lessened, so they were no longer as angry as before? Or had he killed enough people, so the crowd was intimidated?
Or was it because he had been killing people, so people wanted to kill him? Now that he had stopped killing, so people were not willing to risk their lives to charge forward and kill him?
Ning Que walked through the pool of blood and looked at the faces of the dead and injured. Then he raised his head and looked at the faces of the countless people in the crowd.
Those faces were very ordinary and could not be found in the streets of Chaoyang City. However, these faces all had their own happiness, anger, sorrow, and joy. They all had their own stories, and many of their stories would end today.
The crowd gradually parted in front of him, like the sea parting to form a passage.
Ning Que carried Sangsang on his back and walked through the crowd tiredly. Blood dripped down from his hair. The earlier blood had already coagulated, and his hair stuck together. He looked very pathetic.
Looking at him and the Daughter of Yama on his back, the expressions on the people's faces were very complicated. Most of their faces were filled with fear, half of their faces were mixed with joy, and a few of their faces were still filled with anger. However, no matter how different their emotions were, they all looked at Ning Que in the same way.
It was the way they looked at an alien. In the eyes of the people, Ning Que, who was covered in blood, was a devil, a guard of the Underworld, and a cold and fierce beast. But in short, he was not a human.
There was dead silence in the White Tower Temple, and only the sound of Ning Que's footsteps could be heard. Countless people looked at him silently, still holding the shovels and bricks in their hands. Their eyes were filled with hatred and anger, and their slightly leaning back bodies exposed the extreme fear in their hearts. All of this combined into absolute indifference.
The crowd gradually parted like the sea. It was not to welcome him, but to send him thousands of miles away. It was like a flock of sheep in the Wilderness sending away a sheep that had learned to eat sheep and eventually turned into a wolf.
This was probably the feeling of being abandoned by the whole world. Ning Que wiped his blood-stained hands on his clothes. Then he reached out to his shoulder and gently patted Sangsang's little face.
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That powerful aura was approaching.
Ning Que quickened his pace. According to Sangsang's previous calculation, it was still not too late. As long as the crowd in front of him did not continue to attack him, and Master Qi Mei obviously had no intention of attacking.
Quni Madi looked at the figure in front of her that was getting farther and farther away. Her body suddenly trembled violently, and the look of hatred on her face became more and more serious, even a little crazy.
She was different from Master Qi Mei and the people present. She never cared whether Sangsang was the daughter of Yama or not. She just wanted Ning Que to die and avenge her man and son.
In the nunnery, the talisman intent that Ning Que had patted on her body had gradually dissipated. Her Psyche Power and cultivation had returned to her body. She shouted and suddenly rushed forward. She hit Sangsang behind Ning Que with her palm!
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