Chapter 1390: Killing Monks
In the dead of night, amid desolate mountains and wild ridges, the white-haired demon slaughtered the blue-robed monks. No move from the demon was seen, yet the monk had already fallen into a pool of blood.
The incomparably powerful demon grew a fraction more demonic, and a fraction stronger, with every monk he killed.
Over several months, ninety-nine blue-robed monks died beneath the demon's sword. Buddhist blood was scattered across the lands of the Buddhist Realm.
In the mountain forest, the young girl who had exposed the storyteller's lies watched the scene ahead, her legs so frightened that they could no longer move.
Buddha delivered all ghosts, yet someone had killed Buddha and released the ghosts?
The girl did not recognize the white-haired man before her as a demon. Demons had vanished from the world for too long; ordinary people simply could not recognize one.
Ning Chen saw the girl but paid her no heed, turning and walking away.
The girl came back to her senses. At that moment, she did not know where she found the courage or strength, but she hurried after him in a small run.
Ning Chen descended the mountain, and the girl descended after him. Keeping a distance of a hundred paces, she secretly followed behind, scarcely daring to breathe.
In the east, dawn gradually broke. Before a small city, Ning Chen approached without pausing and entered the city.
On the streets of the small city, the white-haired demon in plain robes walked onward. Passersby instinctively moved aside, unwilling to draw near.
Though the common folk did not recognize demons, the icy aura radiating from Ning Chen made them instinctively unwilling to get too close.
Behind him, the girl followed along. Her sneaky, furtive manner drew attention.
"Ah Ling, what are