Blood Moon

Mr. Ping brushed away from the crowd of people to check why the men in front stopped at the entrance. "Out of the way! what is wrong with you? didn't you want to kill Lianming?!" he shouted in anger. He was able to reach the front but the men didn't reply instead they raised their hand slowly and pointed out Lianming's corpse. Mr. Ping's face went from burning with anger to deathly pale.

"Wh-What is this?!' Mr. Ping shouted in fear, it wasn't that they were shocked in seeing Lianming dead in the middle of the shack, in fact that was their first goal. To kill him and see to it that he's dead. But Lianming didn't die silently.

The pool of blood surrounding Lianming was moving! almost as if there was a hidden entity writing on the floor with his blood. The smell of the shack was utterly repulsive, even though Lianming just died the smell was almost equal to a rotting dead corpse.

"Hurry up and destroy the spell circle!" Mr. Ping shouted, the men went inside and wiped off the blood from the circle to undo the spell. Enraged by the fact that Lianming was able to get his hands on demonic cultivation, he took away a pitchfork from one of the men and stabbed Lianming's corpse again and again. On the chest, the stomach, the shoulders, the legs, the neck.

His body was almost decapitated, and the men who were tasked to erase the bloody spell circle finished their job as well. Mr. Ping stood straight and sighed, he wiped off the blood from his face and turned to the other people just standing outside watching the scene.

"This man is a demon! he didn't only burn his own house, murder all his family, instill fear to all of us every night, and kill one of our beloved citizen but he also practized the most disrespectful and dangerous art! he is a follower of the cult of demonic cultivators!" he announced, gasps and chatters of disbelief flooded the once silent shack.

"There's no doubt about that!"

"No wonder he doesn't seem to feel any pain from his self inflicted wounds!"

"How pitiful he is!"

"That blood circle explains everything!"

"We should burn his corpse and scatter his ashes quick!"

the crowd cheered in the suggestion and raised their weapons and torches to the air

"Burn his corpse"

As he heard the angry mob wishing to burn Lianming's body a smile curved up to Mr. Ping's lips, he finally won, and the past will become forgotten history soon. However he needed to pull his act up together if he doesn't want anyone to suspect him anymore at all.

Mr. Ping fell down on his knees while his hands covered his face, the people were shocked of what was happening, Mr. Ping was crying. The crowd went silent, and people started to look at each other. Then a man from the crowd shouted on top of his lung.

"It's not your fault sect leader!"

more voices joined in

"yeah! you don't need to blame yourself!"

"he was a maniac and a demon he can never be saved! even by a great leader sent from the heavens like you!"

"Yeah! you showed him mercy but he bit you back instead!"

"He deserved to die and to burn!"

"Burn his corpse"

"Every visitor will hear about the great deeds of our sect leader and the evil deeds of that demon Lianming!"

The crowd cheered once more, three of the men already took Lianming's body and placed it in a garbage bag, Mr. Ping was still sobbing and didn't put his hands away from covering his face. But he wasn't sobbing at all. Behind those hands was a devilish grin plastered on his face, it was almost close to a smile of a real demon.

"Sect Leader, let's get out of this damned place, we still need to burn the demon's corpse" one of the men who bagged Lianming's corpse spoke softly to Mr. Ping and patted his shoulder. Mr. Ping nodded and wiped his tears away, stood up, and walked alongside the citizens going back to the town.

Once the shack became silent once more, the smudged up blood circle started to write once more! with more ferocious strokes and a faster pace. Within just minutes a giant bloody spell circle plastered on the middle of the shack and on the middle of the circle was a small pool of fresh blood and a piece of clothe torn from Lianming's robes as Mr. Ping stabbed him.

Even though he wasn't able to speak the spell out loud, he was able to create a more powerful and demonic spell because of his strong will of revenge completely dedicated to eradicating the whole LingweiPing sect as well as the hundreds of repetition he did on casting the same spell. As daylight completely broke in the shack the bloody circle completely vanished without a trace, not even a smudge or scent of blood.

Back at the city, people were already preparing on burning Lianming's body, they wanted to do it in front of the crowd to show their victory agaunst a great evil lurking in their city. Some adventurers and rogue cultivators were also there to witness the scene, women rejoiced from the destruction of Lianming and danced on the street with happiness, children laughed and played an impromptu act of how Lianming died and how Mr. Ping became a hero. The story of Lianming the demon spread like wildfire throughout the whole sect.

After hours of preparation, Lianming's body was finally burned to ashes infront of the crowd, they cheered and rejoiced while watching the bag containing his body burn with ferocity. His ashes were then scattered on a nearby lake and the old shack was ransacked and demolished, the old burned house of the Ling's were also completely erased on the city leaving just the burn marks on the ground. It was as if the Ling family never existed at all.