Volume Four, The Year of the Curtain, Chapter 17: Not Killing
A wound appeared on Sangsang's forehead, and blood slowly flowed down. I don't know if it was because her little face was too pale, but the blood was not purely red and looked a little black.
She looked at the little boy with a look of confusion, unable to understand why he had to smash himself with a stone. When she figured it out, her expression became dimmer and a little sad, but she didn't say anything.
Lu Chenjia clearly saw this scene. For some reason, a hint of pity flashed through her heart. Qu Nimadi sneered without hiding the pleasure in her laughter.
Sangsang was so painful that she felt sad, but she didn't say anything, just quietly leaning on Ning Que's shoulder, because she didn't want him to be affected by this matter, and she knew that he was not having a good time now.
But she was hit by a stone, how could Ning Que not know? He looked sideways at the little boy, held the scabbard with his left hand, and began to slowly pull Park's knife out of the scabbard.
Qu Nimadi sneered and said sinisterly: "Ning Que, you are indeed extremely cold-blooded!"
Lu Chenjia's expression changed slightly, and he pleaded for the little boy, "He is just a child..."
Ning Que seemed to have not heard them at all, and half of Park Dao had pulled out the scabbard. He looked at the little boy, and there was no expression on his bloody face, so he became more and more terrifying.
The little boy cried again with a wow sound.
In the crowd, Master Qimei looked at Ning Que with a slight regret and said in a deep voice: "Mr. Thirteenth, today's siege of Baita Temple is all the fault of my Buddhist sect. I will take it all my strength and ask your subordinates to show mercy.
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At this time, the little boy was beside Ning Que. As long as Ning Que draws a knife, he will definitely die. Although Qi Mei is a monk from the Hanging Temple and has powerful means, he has no way to stop all this.
Ning Que was forced into a desperate situation today, fleeing and running around here. He killed countless people. He was covered in blood and his mood was extremely numb and cold. Not to mention these people in the field, even the master or senior brother, I am afraid he would not be able to stop him from doing this.
A little boy was cut under the knife.
There is only one person who can stop him under such circumstances.
Sangsang leaned against his shoulder, shook his head, and said tiredly: "No."
Ning Que's hand holding the hilt froze slightly.
Many years ago, they worked together to kill their grandfather in the depths of Minshan Mountain. Before leaving the hunting house, he let go of two little rock sheep, which was extremely precious food for them at the time, at the request of Sangsang, who was still a little girl.
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The story of that year seems to be reappearing today.
Ning Que retracted the knife into the sheath and used the tip of the sheath to pick the little 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 many seriously injured people moaned and screamed in the pool of blood.
Ning Que looked at the temple wall in the distance and found that he had killed so many people. It turned out that he had only walked a dozen feet away and wanted to leave. There was still a long way, so how many people would he have to kill.
He suddenly felt a little tired and lowered his head.
Sangsang grabbed the sleeves with his fingers and gently wiped away the blood from his face with his sleeves.
Ning Que raised his head, untied the rope tied to his arms, and then continued to walk forward.
Qunimadi and Lu Chenjia, for some reason, let him go, and stood there in a daze.
A very strange thing happened at this time.
Ning Que walked forward, and the people who were blocking him gradually separated and became very quiet. Quietness was spread faster than fear, and the noise and scolding behind the crowd gradually stopped.
Even the monks of the Buddhist sect fell into silence and no longer continued to preach the Buddha's name or chant Buddhist scriptures.
The violent crowds in Baita Temple gradually calmed down.
No one can understand what causes the quietness now. Ning Que cannot understand, Qi Meimadi cannot understand, Qu Nimadi cannot understand, if Haotian is looking down at the world, he may not understand.
Because of fear, he was angry. Ning Que was tired at this time, and people's fear seemed to be gradually becoming less and less, so he was no longer as angry as before? Or had he killed enough people, and the crowd was shocked?
Or is it that because he has been killing people, people want to kill him. At this time, he no longer kills people, so people are unwilling to risk their lives to rush forward and kill him?
Ning Que walked past the pool of blood and looked at the faces of the dead and injured with his own light. Then he raised his head and looked at the faces of countless people in the crowd.
Those faces are very ordinary, and you can't find them by throwing them into the streets and alleys of Chaoyang City. However, these faces have their own joys, anger, sorrows, and stories of themselves, and many people end today.
The crowd gradually separated in front of him, like the sea splitting a passage.
Ning Que walked tiredly in the crowd with Sangsang on his back, and the blood kept dripping down his hair. The blood had frozen earlier, making his hair stick together, looking very embarrassed.
Looking at him and the daughter of the Pluto on his back, the expressions on people's faces were very complicated, most of them were filled with fear, half of them were mixed with happiness, and a few were still angry.
But no matter how different the emotions are, their eyes look at Ning Que are the same.
That was the look of looking at the aliens. In people's eyes, Ning Que, who was covered in blood, was a devil, a guard of the underworld, and a cold ferocious beast, but in short, this person is not a human.
The Baita Temple was silent, and only Ning Que's footsteps could be heard. Countless people looked at him silently, still holding shovels and bricks in their hands, their eyes were filled with hatred and anger, and their bodies were slightly leaning back.
But it exposed their extreme fear, and all of them merged into absolute indifference.
The crowds are gradually divided into the sea. The way is not to welcome you, but to send you away thousands of miles away, just like a flock of sheep on the wasteland, sending a sheep that learns to eat sheep and eventually turns into a wolve to leave.
This was probably the feeling of being abandoned by the whole world - Ning Que wiped his blood-stained hands on his clothes, then reached on his shoulder and gently patted Sangsang's little face.
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That powerful aura is approaching.
Ning Que accelerated his pace. According to Sangsang's previous calculations, it was still time to do so as long as the crowd in front of him no longer continued to attack him, and Master Qimei obviously had no intention of taking action.
Qu Nimadi looked at the figure that was getting farther and farther ahead, and her body suddenly trembled violently, and her resentful expression on her face became heavier and heavier, even looking a little crazy.
She is different from Master Qimei, and from the people in the field. She never cared about whether Sangsang was the daughter of Pluto. She just wanted Ning Que to die and avenge her own men and son.
The talisman that Ning Que slapped on her body in the annunciation had gradually dissipated, and her mind and cultivation returned to her body. She shouted loudly, and her body suddenly swept forward, and she slapped Sangsang behind Ning Que with a palm.
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