The sickly girl is killing her way through the weird world

Therefore, under these circumstances, it's best to kill as many members of the Qinglang Gang as possible first.

There may be good people in the Qinglang Gang; it's not about saying "better to kill one innocent person than let one guilty person go free."

But at least those tainted by demonic energy, those transformed into half-human, half-demon beings—it should be said that there aren't many people left in the Qinglang Gang who can truly be considered human.

Pei Xun looked at Pei Huan beside him. Pei Huan, facing Pei Xun's gaze, merely shrugged slightly and turned his eyes away.

Bai Qian didn't say anything more and walked towards the sea of ​​white bones at the entrance, with Pei Huan following behind her.

"Master, where do we go next?" Bai Qian asked.

"The headquarters of the Qinglang Gang."

"Should we go straight there?" Pei Huan already knew Bai Qian's personality, so he wasn't too surprised at this moment.

Rather, based on her current understanding of Bai Qian, there's no need to be surprised by what she does; she might just storm Liangdu at any time.

She was actually looking forward to that happening. She'd heard that the situation in Liangdu wasn't too good either, with even more demons than in Changchengfu.

I wonder what the difference is between the demons of Liangdu and the demons of Changchengfu. If I were killed, would I die?

"Mm." Bai Qian nodded.

I was originally planning to wander around Changcheng Prefecture, but the Qinglang Gang is all over Changcheng Prefecture now, not just the Pei family.

Is everyone just robbing people?

But now, I reckon they've started to withdraw, and they might be scaling back, since if they know they're about to take action, they can't maintain the same situation as before.

So instead of looking elsewhere, it's better to go directly to the headquarters of the Qinglang Gang. There might not be many Qinglang Gang demons left in other places.

But we can't say that the headquarters is useless, can we?

Passing by the cold, white sea of ​​bone trees, Bai Qian stretched out her slender finger and casually touched the bone tree beside her.

In an instant, the bones turned into countless fragments, which splashed in the rain and then, in a fleeting moment, coalesced again.

These white bones, like clouds and mist, broke apart, coalesced, and finally coalesced in front of the two, forming a ghastly white beast.

A ferocious beast, as white as a white tiger and composed of bones, appeared before the two.

Pei Huan stared at the ferocious beast for a moment, and couldn't help but think of the old man who practiced the "Mountain Tiger Fist" that he had met in Bai Feng City before.

Once the ferocious beast materialized, it simply ran forward and disappeared into the rain.

"What is this?" Pei Huan hesitated for a moment.

"It's just cleaning up some filth; this place needs cleaning," Bai Qian replied.

She casually took out a silver hammer and slowly walked into the rain, her white shoes pattering through the water as she dragged the hammer forward.

"gone."

Pei Huan stared at the slender, white figure, nodded vigorously, and followed.

"it is good."

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I'm so sorry (bowing), I overslept. I wanted to take a nap after get off work, but I ended up sleeping until after 2 a.m., which is why I'm updating so late. I don't have time for a third update, but I'll definitely make up for it tomorrow!

The pacing of these last few chapters was a little slow, but the later chapters will pick up speed a bit, mostly filled with killing, so please don't worry QAQ

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Volume 1: Chapter 173, The White Devil

Under the torrential rain, people in blue robes hurried along.

Some were carrying silver, while others were carrying boxes filled with gold and jewels. These valuables were carelessly covered with a piece of cloth that offered no protection from the raindrops falling from the sky, and the rain seeped into the gaps between the boxes and the treasures.

"Hurry up." A man dressed in a light blue shirt with white stripes stood under the eaves at the entrance of the alley, giving orders impatiently while trying to avoid the rain.

"According to the gang leader, we must race against time and get these things into the gang as soon as possible," he shouted to the passing men in blue.

Upon hearing this, the men in blue all glanced at him subconsciously, their serpentine, reddish-blue pupils fixed on him.

However, when faced with the gazes of these men in blue, the man simply glared back.

There was no need for him to say anything else; the men in blue robes subconsciously looked away.

Even though the man appeared to be just an ordinary person, the men in blue robes showed no dissatisfaction in the face of his angry rebuke.

The man looked at the groups of people in blue robes passing by, his face showing a hint of doubt.

I don't know what went wrong with our gang leader, he suddenly decided to do this.

The Qinglang Gang naturally held absolute power in Changcheng Prefecture, but this absolute power was only maintained because they did not exert too much pressure on the small town, thus maintaining a delicate balance.

Of course, in terms of strength, in the entire Changcheng Prefecture, and even Changhe County, apart from the Liansheng Sect, nothing else can compare with their Qinglang Gang.

But this doesn't mean that our leader can act so recklessly.

No matter how powerful the Qinglang Gang is, they can't control the entire Changcheng Prefecture. Ultimately, it needs someone to control it.

But now that this has happened, they've become the public enemy of the entire Changcheng Prefecture. Originally, it wouldn't have been very likely for the Lotus Blossom Sect to infiltrate Changcheng Prefecture, but now it's far too easy for them to do so.

With this thought in mind, the man couldn't say anything. As the leader of the gang, he could simply follow the gang leader's lead, no matter what he wanted to do.

He just couldn't figure out what the purpose of collecting so much silver was, since the gang wasn't that short of money.

The relentless rain continued to fall, and the man heard a soft footstep.

This is somewhat unusual, since neither the sound of the continuous rain nor the hurried footsteps of the people in blue around them could possibly make such a faint, almost imperceptible footstep ring in their ears.

He subconsciously looked up in the direction from which the footsteps were coming.

Through the thick, torrential rain, he saw a white dress.

Two figures slowly turned around the corner of the alley. Although it was raining heavily, it was not difficult for the man to recognize them.

I recognized who it was in an instant.

Starting yesterday, the gang leader sent a message to some of the gang leaders, saying that if they saw this person, they should avoid him no matter what.

Besides the hall masters mentioned above, the other managers were also aware of it.

Upon seeing this figure, the man's blood ran cold.

He looked at the men in blue passing by him, opened his mouth as if to make them turn around and deal with the figure that appeared from the corner of the alley.

Raindrops splashed gently as she slowly walked over, dragging her hammer.

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

Or rather, it wasn't that he couldn't make a sound, but that the figure was too fast.

The raindrops falling from the sky seemed to float and stand still in the air, with patches of raindrops suspended in mid-air, while the figure in the white dress simply walked quietly through the rain, step by step.

The soft sound of footsteps echoed clearly in his ears as he kept his mouth open.

The still raindrops collided with the girl's fair skin, one after another, as she passed through the stopped rain curtain and came to the man.

"There's an enemy..." Only then was he able to continue what he had been trying to say, to tell the group of men in blue that a monster was coming.

But she only spoke halfway before abruptly stopping. The girl stretched out her white hand and, standing on tiptoe, grabbed the man's throat.

A crack appeared cleanly in the gray wall, obviously caused by the man's body smashing through it.

"Cough cough." Blood spilled from the man's mouth as he looked at the black-haired girl in front of him who was gripping his throat.

"I can tell you anything you want to know," he replied, staggering. He was a man of principle, with no sense of belonging to the Qinglang Gang, but he would betray them without hesitation to save his own life.

“Thirty-one people,” Bai Qian said calmly, looking at the man.

The man was taken aback when he heard this, and pondered for a moment what Bai Qian meant by "thirty-one people," but then he realized what it meant.

His eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was about to explain something.

The left hand cuts off the raindrops falling from the sky.

The excruciating pain overwhelmed his reason, and crimson snake eyes emerged from its pupils, emitting a violent roar.

It instinctively tried to struggle, but Bai Qian simply reached out her other hand and grasped its right arm.

With a casual tug, the remaining right arm was forcibly torn off.

Blood splattered on Bai Qian's cheek, but she didn't care and casually threw the arm on the ground.

The thirty-one people Bai Qian mentioned refer to the number of people the man across the street had tortured and killed in his home.

Men, on the other hand, are easily read; in an instant, I can detect what's hidden in their hearts.

Thirty-one people were captured and tortured to death. The methods used varied, including slow slicing, dismemberment, and boiling. It was all meaningless and simply to satisfy his own desires.

The people in blue robes around them also noticed this scene, and one after another, their snake-like eyes turned to look.

"Girl, let go of the manager," said one of the men in blue who was on good terms with the man.

Those who knew of Bai Qian's existence were limited to the higher-ups of the Qinglang Gang; at least the lower-level members of the Qingyi Gang were clearly unaware of it.

Upon hearing this, Bai Qian glanced at it and tilted her head slightly.

Then, my fingers did indeed loosen.

The man's body leaned back against the wall. Losing both arms was nothing to him, but the coldness emanating from the black-haired girl in front of him made him tremble.

It wanted to catch its breath, but then it saw the girl casually flick her finger.

This was the last thing it would see, because the next second...

Its scaly skull was flicked away with a finger, the red and white mingling with the raindrops falling from the sky. A flash of pale lightning streaked across the gloomy sky, illuminating the girl's delicate, expressionless face.

"How dare you?" The people in blue robes nearby were both shocked and furious at the sight, but despite their anger, they remained gathered around and dared not step forward.

Bai Qian turned the hammer around and looked at the people in blue around her.

They took a step forward, then took a step back.

Despite their obvious shock and anger, they dared not approach.

Bai Qian looked at them indifferently, her eyelids slightly raised.

The people in blue retreated to the walls of the alley, where they could retreat further.

"Don't retreat! Everyone, attack together! There are so many demons here, we can overwhelm her even if we just pile her up, don't be afraid!" one of the men in blue shouted.

"Besides, this place isn't far from the main headquarters, and the leaders there always know about it and will come to help."

The men in blue robes around them were somewhat tempted by what they heard and were about to move forward when...

Bai Qian raised her eyes to look at the person in green who had spoken.

The hammer smashed through the rain.

It also hit the man in blue.

The blue robe was as fragile as paper, flying everywhere. It was nothing more than bits of flesh. The hammer struck the ground, and below the hammer, besides the spiderweb-like pits, there was only bits of flesh stuck to the blue cloth.

The heavy rain washed away the blood foam, and the men in blue robes who had been tempted fell silent instantly. At this moment, they had no intention of resisting. Looking at Bai Qian, they felt that she was as terrifying as a white demon.

They scattered in all directions without prior arrangement.

Bai Qian watched their fleeing figures, her dark eyes remaining calm.

With a deft extension of her fair fingers, the hammer returned to her hand.

Then he casually tossed it aside.

It shot towards the people in green robes who had their backs to Bai Qian, like a flying sword.

They smashed out one pancake after another.

Volume 1: Chapter 174, The Slaughterhouse

The alley in front of the Qinglang Gang's headquarters was stained red with blood.

It was said to be stained red with the blood of a corpse, but no corpse could be seen.

Calling these blurry, sticky cakes corpses wouldn't be quite right; there were very few things in the entire alley that could be called corpses. But calling the alley a slaughterhouse at this moment would be more appropriate.

Bai Qian wasn't in a hurry to cause trouble for the people hiding in the headquarters. Instead, she patiently cleaned up the area around the headquarters.

Of course, Bai Qian did not spare those men in blue who were carrying valuables either.