631 Across the Lake is a World of Bloodshed (2/2)

Master Qi Mei was enraged. Then, he heard the yelling of those around him. He looked at the passionate crowd shame-facedly. Then, he placed his palms together and did not speak again.

Ning Que carried Sangsang across the Narrow Bridge. They finally arrived at the land across the lake.

There was a mass of people in front of him, and he could not see the end of the sea of humans. Everyone glared at them with enmity and they yelled angrily, with shovels or rocks in their hands.

Ning Que saw several faces. There were old men with faces full of wrinkles, children who looked extremely young, women with powdered faces and men with meaty features. They were all human faces.

These people were terrified, or angry, or using anger to hide their fear, or using the anger to vent their dissatisfaction with the world. No matter what kind of emotions they had, they were all human, because these people were ordinary human beings.

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Ning Que said, ”You are the princess of the Yuelun Kingdom. Get them to make way.”

Lu Chenjia did not speak. Quni Madi remained silent as well.

Ning Que said, ”You guys are not ordinary folks and would not become like mad men just based on a few words from the Buddhism and Taoism Sects. I do not believe that you would die for the world.”

Lu Chenjia said, ”My heart is already dead. I have enjoyed the offerings of the world for many years, but have never repaid them. If the world can continue to exist only through Sangsang's death, then at least I shouldn't hurt them.”

Quni Madi said coldly, ”I don't care what happens to the world. I don't care about death as long as you die.”

Ning Que shook his head after hearing this. Then, he took a few steps forward.

The crowd backed up frantically.

The chanting of a monk sounded from the crowd. The people looked around and discovered that it was the Reincarnation Scriptures they have studied since they were children. They picked up the chant subconsciously.

Their soft voices reverberated in the White Tower Temple. The voices grew more and more tidy and strong. The chiming of a bell suddenly joined, and all was calm yet with majesty.

Dozens of monks chanted the name of Buddha, showing compassionate and majestic looks.

Ning Que knew that he must stop this. The residents of Chaoyang City were all believers of the Buddhism Sect. Once they were riled up, or perhaps hypnotized by the chanting, it would be troublesome for him.

He looked up at the dark cloud above Chaoyang City and at the annoying circling black crows. He looked down at the ground his feet were planted on and saw a few ants crawling through the cracks in the mud. Then, he looked up at the approaching crowd and slowly grasped his hilt with his right hand.

With a clanging sound, he unsheathed his podao.

A man suddenly jumped on him, and then fell to the ground with his arm waving in the air and his blood gushing wildly, groaning miserably. A pious old woman clawed at Ning Que's face, and her arms suddenly broke.

An agitated student tried to hit Sangsang who was on Ning Que's back with a wooden rod. The wooden rod broke mysteriously, then the student was tearing into two parts from the waist and abdomen.

Ning Que carried Sangsang and walked into the crowd. He was stained with dark red blood, but his expression had not changed. He was just as calm as before, and his steps were just as steady.

He walked past the man who was howling in a puddle of blood, clutching at his broken arm. He walked past the pious old woman who was kneeling in a puddle of blood, pale-faced, looking at her broken arms. He walked past the student who was writhing in pain in a pool of blood...

He was walking on the shore across the lake, a world filled with blood.