Chapter 46: Golden Token, Cremation

  "Is the demon among us?"

  Shu Bailin jumped up and fell backwards, his whole body retreating rapidly, his movements exactly the same as a frightened mouse.

  Ning Feng's words were so loud that the townspeople, who were rushing out of town with a loud whoosh, slammed on the brakes, bumping into each other, and those in front fell to the ground.

  Whether they were disheveled or covered in yellow dust, all of them stared over in utter shock.

  The gaze focuses on the back of a bookish scholar carrying books.

  "Are you kidding me?"

  After the initial shock passed, this question emerged in many people's minds.

  "Impossible?"

  Shu Bailian looked left and right, but Han Er was still in a daze, Old Knife lowered his head and remained silent.

  "Could it be..."

  "Is it him?!"

  His gaze shifted to the old knife handle, and he shuddered, carefully moving sideways without making a sound, as if afraid of startling something.

  Ning Feng felt a gaze like a thorn on his back, nodded in satisfaction, and lifted up his right hand that was hanging by his leg.

  At this time, Shu Bailin and the villagers who were shocked by his words suddenly found that his index finger was emitting white light, becoming brighter and brighter, as if a small sun had been lit on the tip of his finger.

  "Huh?"

  Shu Bailin and Lao Daobazi focused their eyes on one place at the same time.

  A large patch of white light burst forth from the rear waist position of Lao Dao's scabbard, its brightest part vaguely forming a talisman shape.

  Taiyang Jinfu!

  Shu Bailin looked over from the side of Lao Dao's back, but that was nothing. What about Lao Dao? He actually very naturally turned his head one hundred and eighty degrees and bowed down to look at his own back.

  "My goodness, Guanyin Bodhisattva Buddha, it's actually him."

  Shu Bailin felt that his own crotch was a bit wet and warm, and he had peed in his pants.

  He sat next to her for the whole evening, supported each other and walked for more than half a day, drank together, except for going to the toilet, they were always together.

  If he were to choose a time at will, Lao Dao would play such a trick with his wolf-like skills, opening his bloody mouth wide and taking a big bite, would his head still be there?

  Shu Bailin reached out to touch his neck, making sure that the eating utensils were still there, and only then did he slightly put down his guard.

  "When?"

  Lao Dao stretched out his hand and pulled his head back, asking in a calm tone.

  He wanted to take a step forward, but white light wove into a net, shrouding his whole body, and he couldn't move half a step.

  "Alright, at that time..."

  Whether it's Lao Dao Ba Zi, or Zhi Bu Yao, or Shu Bai Ling, the scenes flashing in his mind are all the same.

  The sky was just getting light, and they had just escaped from the tiger's mouth and left the bonfire. Suddenly, Ning Feng said he needed to relieve himself and wanted them to go in pairs. He didn't take Han Er with him, nor did he grab Shu Baili, but instead went off with Lao Dao Baizi together.

  "Actually at that time already..."

  Shu Bailin swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and the scholar opposite him, who was now bathed in white light all over his body, looked somewhat like a monster.

  "Actually at that time..." Lao Dao's words were exactly the same as Shu Baili's inner thoughts, and he seemed to be shaking his head in disbelief. "Did you know?"

  I don't know if it's an illusion, but since Ning Feng exposed his identity, every move of Zhi Bu Yao has been strange in the eyes of both the townspeople and Shu Bai Ling, as if...

  Shu Bailin remembered that from **looking back in time, the ones sitting around the bonfire were all frozen to death, filled with a gloomy atmosphere.

  "I don't know."

  Ning Feng shook his head and spread out his hands, "I just made a guess."

  "Guess what?"

  Shu Bailin's eyes almost popped out, and many of the villagers who had just gotten up like dogs licking mud were scared back down again.

  "It's not all guesswork." Ning Feng smiled slightly and said, "That night, when I took Han Er out of the Poplar Forest, I saw you take out wine and pass it around to everyone."

  "At that time, I was just thinking..." He was still smiling, but the warmth in his smile had disappeared, making it seem icy cold. "Those who died from heatstroke or freezing to death, where did the sand in their stomachs come from?"

  "It can't be that someone stuffed it in there, right?"

  Ning Feng spoke and spoke, his eyes drifting downward, falling onto the sheepskin bag hanging from Lao Dao's waist.

  Last night, it was this bag of wine that made the rounds.

  "Ugh..."

  Shu Bailin's face changed drastically, and he clutched his stomach as he began to vomit. Gushing out of his mouth was - all sand.

  It wasn't that he wanted to vomit, but with a slight movement of Ning Feng, it was as if some kind of spell had been broken, and he immediately felt a heavy sensation in his stomach, as if he were pregnant.

  Shu Bailin vomited profusely, a pitiful sight to behold. Zhi Bu Yao He and Ning Feng didn't even spare him a glance.

  He stopped in his tracks and looked at him with an even stranger expression, as if he couldn't believe it. "Just based on this, you're certain of my identity?"

  "No."

  Ning Feng shook his head decisively.

  "You still..." The demon's hand reached back and hooked onto something, wanting to touch the golden token. A "sizzling" sound was heard, and a savory aroma like roasted meat wafted out.

  It's not just the golden symbol, nor is it just the hands that touched. The entire body of Zhiyou was making a sizzling sound, emitting smoke, as if... it had been cooked through.

  "Ugh..."

  Shu Bailin rolled over and looked around, vomiting even more happily.

  Ning Feng wrinkled his nose and said sincerely: "It doesn't matter if I guess wrong, just uncover it again."

  He spoke lightly, but suddenly stopped and burst into a rage, shouting loudly as he stepped forward.

  It's just one step, a brilliant white light bursts forth, like the red sun falling into the desert, with the demon as its center, billions of white lights burst out to purify everything.

  At the town entrance, countless cries of surprise came, and the townspeople retreated several steps in a flash.

  Only Ning Feng's voice remained calm and continued to come out: "All the way to the Gobi, you said you knew there was an oasis in front of you, a spring eye, I just confirmed that you are the Stop Step Demon."

  "Why?"

  The demon let out a pained cry as it stopped in its tracks, unwilling to advance further. The sound thundered forth from the most intense white light.

  "I've been thinking that those who froze to death were because their will was weakened by your influence, fearing the cold and stopping at the bonfire, ultimately freezing to death."

  "What about the one who died?"

  The wind did not retreat but instead advanced, taking heavy steps forward, and the sound echoed loudly, entering everyone's ears.

  Under the scorching sun, a traveler trekking through the burning desert sees an oasis with sweet springs and people sitting around to escape the heat, taking water to drink.

  "What's the difference between those who gather around the ghost fire on a cold night and you, under your poisonous influence? They stop in their tracks out of fear, only to wither away to death."

  What Ning Feng said made the villagers suddenly enlightened, but they didn't have a very deep feeling about it. Shu Bailin was different.

  "It's good he brought so much Lingquan, otherwise..."

  Shu Bailin recalled that scene and hugged her stomach which was still vomiting sand, feeling chilled to the bone but also extremely lucky.

  It's obvious, what they call a spring must be just sand again.

  Go to that place and drink a bellyful of sand, now if you don't get sunstroke you'll get bloated.

  "Second brother... Second brother, come over quickly."

  On this side, swords are being drawn and bows are being stretched, a hoarse and anxious voice came from the direction of the town entrance.

  It's Han Da.

  He rushed out in big strides, completely forgetting that there was still a monster on this side, only thinking of taking back the last relative who had cried for him all night.

  "Older brother...... older brother~~"

  Han Erquan's whole body was trembling, and after spitting out a difficult voice, as if something had been pierced, he shouted loudly and ran towards his brother.

  Shu Bailin also wanted to run, but couldn't get up after vomiting.

  Neither Ning Feng nor Zhi Bu Yao looked at each other.

  The entire body was filled with the sound of roasting meat, and Ning Feng's eyes were fixed on him. The creature let out a hoarse voice, saying: "You've endured until now, all for this?"

  He pointed with his hand, and in that direction were the Han brothers, embracing each other, crying together, and running back.

  "You just wanted me to see him, the person I was going to kill, and in the end you saved him?"

  "Do you still want those people to see that this monster has been subdued?"

  The sound of his mournful howl was mixed with pain and endless regret, as if he couldn't hear the answer and died with his eyes open.

  He is really going to die with his eyes open.

  Ning Feng still had an honest look on his face, shrugged his shoulders and said: "No, I just wanted to show off, you're thinking too much."

  His voice wasn't loud, it was just him, stopping at the edge of the demon's lair, plus Shu Baili could hear it.

  And don't even mention Shu Bailings eyes almost popped out, he didn't believe it at all, and Zhi Bu Yao was so angry that he couldn't take it anymore, roaring: "You're fooling me!"

  "Hmmph!"

  It seems that the flames of anger can indeed increase strength and stimulate potential. The originally old knife handle suddenly exploded, and a black figure emerged from it.

  "Ah~"

  Shu Bailin was so scared that he buried his head, a typical ostrich.

  Until the moment he buried his head in the sand, he was still muttering to himself: Why? Why did I have to endure until now? What's the point of pretending to be a good person when it's all just a scam? Scholars are just cunning.

  If Ning Feng heard this inner voice, he would surely cry out in injustice and say that no one believes the truth anymore.

  But he obviously can't read minds and his mind is not there either.

  After Zhi Bu Yao revealed his true form, Ning Feng's gaze was immediately drawn over, with great interest.

  Its body is like a human, but with an extra tail that's as long as a person. Who knows how it fits inside the old knife handle shell? Its two hands are like sharp claws, longer than ordinary people's legs. Its mouth is open, revealing rows of triangular teeth, and drool drips from its gums, falling onto the sandy ground with a hissing sound.

  It looks like this, whether it's a slap or a flick of the tail, Ning Feng can't even keep up with the chase.

  Innumerable worried cries came from the other end of the town, but Ning Feng stood still and calm as a mountain, his original form revealed in the face of violent rage. He even had the leisure to sigh and say:

  "If getting angry were useful, then why cultivate?"

  He raised his right hand high and brought it down heavily, shouting lightly:

  Hurry!

  With a "brush" sound, a golden talisman-shaped light shadow emerged from the back waist of the motionless black figure, rapidly expanding to just the right size to envelop the entire person.

  The next moment, "hiss hiss hiss ~~" countless rays of light like sharp arrows burst out from the body of Zhi Bu Yao, dense and bright, as if a sun was bursting out there.

  "Hmmph!"

  The demon only had time to let out a roar, and didn't even have the chance to blink before being purified in this endless sunlight.

  It's for: Cremation!

  Ning Feng smiled slightly and shook his head, muttering to himself: "You think shedding skin is useful? Naive."

  He slowly turned around, and when he faced the crowd of townspeople gathered in front of him, his scholar's robe had already transformed into a magnificent sun-patterned robe under the endless divine light.

  A moment of repression, the next moment bursts out is endless cheering sound, dedicated to the proud and standing man like a brilliant sun.

  No one noticed, but Ning Feng had a blissful smile on his face.

  Because of this, under the gaze of all, with thunderous applause, the Jiugong Stone was violently shaken, as if hungry, like thirst, as if jumping for joy.