C1299 I Am Not a Demon

The smoke and dust billowed, but his figure was still tall and straight. He looked like a god that had descended to the mortal world!

Although the construction of the earthen room was simple, the bricks, stone and tiles as well as the purplish beams were all incomparably heavy! Now, under the impact of Lin Bai's Innate True Divine Art, everything shattered instantly, as if there was nothing there.

One must know that in the old times, in those years when Mao Shan was poor, when it was raining and snowing, there would always be a collapse of the house. As long as someone stayed in the house and was photographed by bricks and tiles, they would definitely die or be injured. However, the current Lin Bai did not look injured at all. When had these villagers ever seen such a strange scene?

Without any hesitation, he fell to his knees on the ground and kowtowed to Lin Bai non-stop. Even his friends who used to follow him around the mountain were pressing their heads against the ground, not daring to raise their eyes to look at Lin Bai. It was as if Lin Bai was a true god in their eyes!

"True demons, please spare me, please spare me!" We will never do this again! "

Looking at the kneeling crowd, Zhang SanKuang and Chen Baian were at a loss as to what to say. They wanted to urge these people to get up from the ground. However, they also knew that even if they tried to persuade them, they wouldn't have the courage to get up.

The scene in front of their eyes was simply too shocking. Even those who were familiar with Lin Bai's methods in the past were stunned, not to mention those ordinary people who had no understanding of the art of the phase change and ancient Chinese martial arts. In the eyes of these people, this method was no different from the gods in the sky. In addition, they understood that if they wanted to summon these people from the ground, they could only rely on Lin Bai.

However, looking at this scene, thinking back to the scene where they fought over wine with these people, their hearts couldn't help but feel bitter.

Zhang Sanmeng and Chen Baian felt bitter in their hearts, how could Lin Bai have any bitterness in his heart? The person kneeling on the ground in front of him was his family and friends, and was the only thought he had left in Mao Mountain. However, these people kneeled down in front of him, not even daring to look at him. How could he feel good about this?

Moreover, although these people seemed to be extremely respectful to him at this moment, he understood that the deepest respect they had was fear! If even his own friends and relatives were afraid of him, then what was so interesting about him living in this world, what was the point of him striving to improve?

"I have lived in Mao Mountain since I was a child, whether it was my tears, my toddlers, or when I was growing up, I have been doing great things in the mountains and at the bottom of the mountains, doing things that displease you. All of you have seen that scene in front of your eyes, do you really think that the little white dragon is the demon they spoke of?! "

"My master once told me that when I first came to Mao Mountain, the mountain was clear and bitter. You are my neighbors, and also my family. Do you truly think that the person who used to eat the food you made and wear your clothes, can be a demon? "

"Even if I, Lin Bai, am truly a devil, how can I forget about your kindness towards me, and how can I extend my evil hand to all of you and take your lives?!" Lin Bai gazed at the mountain people kneeling on the ground and closed his eyes slightly. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he said slowly, "I don't hate you, but the people who made you do such things!"

The place was silent. No one raised their head, and no one made a sound!

"Since you think I'm a demon, then I'll show you if I have the same blood on me as you, or if I have the same flesh as you!" After scanning his surroundings, a sad smile appeared on Lin Bai's face. He slowly bent down and picked up a piece of broken glass from the ground, slashing it into his palm.

The shattered glass was extremely sharp. Lin Bai exerted a little strength and a child's mouth like wound immediately appeared on his palm. The wound began to drip to the ground as blood dripped down.

Silence reigned as the snow and wind blew violently. The only sound that could be heard was the sound of blood dripping onto the ground. In a short moment, the blood had dyed the snow underneath Lin Bai's feet red.

"Little white dragon …" Looking at Lin Bai, whose hands were dripping with blood, Old Wang felt a lump in his throat. His eyes were misty, as if he had remembered something from the past. Before he could finish his words, tears had already started streaming down his cheeks.

"Old Uncle Wang, my master told me that when I first arrived at Mao Mountain, it was you who took the first sip of the porridge. You were the one who took pity on us and personally carried us up the mountain." Lin Bai smiled miserably as he looked at Old Wang's teary eyes and slowly said, "Do you think that I am a god? Am I trying to destroy the devils here?"

"Little white dragon …" The whole hall was filled with the sound of sobbing. Old Li stretched out his hand to wipe the tears at the corner of his eyes. He wanted to say something, but the words were blocked off by the bitter tears at the tip of his tongue.

"Old Uncle Li, I will remember your good points as well. Back then, when I was being mischievous and had gone over the mountain to chase a bird and fell down the cliff, it was you, your esteemed self, who had entered the mountain to fight firewood and brought me back to Mao Mountain. I owe you my life. " Lin Bai narrowed his eyes and said in extreme agony, "Do you really think that you should have abandoned me back then and left me in the mountains?"

The snowstorm was bleak. Lin Bai's words were like a knife that dug its way into the hearts of these villagers, causing them to uncontrollably reminisce the matters of the past that had been buried in the wind and snow.

"And Dazhuang, we were born a year ago. According to my master, I even drank your mother's milk, so I can be considered half a brother. That's why we had the best relationship when we were young. We did the most bad things together."

Slowly turning his head to look at the kneeling muscular man, a smile appeared on Lin Bai's face. "A few days ago when you went up the mountain to congratulate me, I touched the most wine with you because I knew you treated me like your own brother." Do you also think that brothers who have grown up with you will destroy your demons? "

Da Zhuang's face was filled with pain. The face of the tower-like man was now covered in tears and snot.

"Look at my blood, look at my flesh!" Laughing lightly, he said, "I am a child that grew up in this mountain, I am a small white dragon that has always been a mighty figure. Why would I become a demon? How would I be a demon that you all did not worship, letting all of your grievances destroy your demons?

The mountain was completely silent. The wind and snow slowly blew across the mountain people. As Lin Bai spoke, low sobbing sounds began to resound throughout the arena, spreading through the night sky. Some people even quietly stood up, and as they looked at Lin Bai's bloody palms, they began to cry like they were about to cry, continuously wiping away their tears.