Stranger Danger-Chapter 1158: The Heavenly Grandmother Who Skins

Shred!

There was a crisp sound, and the brawny man’s skin was removed from his flesh as easily as ripping a piece of paper.

The skin was then dragged into the darkness by something.

It was at this moment Ye Qing curled his finger half an inch and tapped the air.

The patch of darkness abruptly scattered as if struck by something and revealed an old woman.

The old woman possessed a wizened but benevolent countenance. She looked fat and swollen because she was carrying countless bloody human skins on her back. Her arms were long, slender, and surprisingly youthful. In fact, they were so long that they were dragging across the ice. Her fingers were also long and sharp like a dagger. They glittered coldly in the darkness.

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It was clear at first glance that the hands were born to strip skin and flesh.

“The Heavenly Grandmother Who Skins?!” Jinpeng Moyun exclaimed in shock when he saw the old woman.

“Who’s that?” Ye Qing asked.

Ye Qing’s finger remained curled as an invisible force shackled the old woman like a mountain.

Jinpeng Moyun explained in a hurry, “The Heavenly Grandmother Who Skins is an enforcer of good and evil. She bestows blessings to the good and protects them from illnesses and evil, and enacts divine judgment upon the evildoers. Those who kill, steal, lust, obsess, and more will be stripped of their skin and soul and plunged into the eternal sea of hell, never to be reborn.”

“How do you deal with her?” Ye Qing asked.

“I don’t know.” Jinpeng Moyun shook his head.

Ye Qing looked at Devi Ruyi next, but the woman too shook her head. “The Heavenly Grandmother Who Skins punishes all sinners without exception.”

“I guess there’s no choice then.”

Ye Qing abruptly clenched his finger, and the struggling Heavenly Grandmother Who Skins suddenly froze in place.

The next moment, Ye Qing appeared in front of the Heavenly Grandmother Who Skins in a blur and punched her squarely in the head.

Bang bang bang!

The human skins on the Heavenly Grandmother Who Skins immediately shattered layer by layer. Scattering everywhere like snowflakes, the broken pieces of skin flew straight toward Ye Qing like daggers.

It was useless though. As soon as the skin flakes got within three inches of Ye Qing, they immediately burst into flames and disintegrated into dust.

Ye Qing paid them no heed. He simply pushed his fist lower and caused the Heavenly Grandmother Who Skins to explode to smithereens. A flash of profound light later, every single piece of the old woman was dissolved into nothing.

“Done and dusted!” said Ye Qing while slapping his hand down.

Jinpeng Moyun and the old woman’s pupils contracted into pins when they saw how easily Ye Qing had dealt with the Heavenly Grandmother Who Skins. Both were eyeing the young man with a stern and wary expression.

Although the Heavenly Grandmother Who Skins wasn’t a true Buddha, it was still a Disaster-class Stranger and a powerful enemy. They could kill the Stranger as well, but there was no way they could have done it with the ease Ye Qing had displayed.

“My Buddha...”

“My Buddha...”

“My Buddha...”

Ye Qing had just taken a few steps toward the group when suddenly, he heard a strange noise coming from behind his back. Right after that, a mixture of wind, fire, thunder and lightning; rain, snow, water and earth attacked him from every direction.

Ye Qing spun around and swung his fist downward. The flood of elements immediately rolled back as if time was reversed, exposing a Buddha with four bodies and eight faces surrounded by eight different elements.

“It’s the Eight-faced Buddha!”

In the Mara Sect, the Eight-faced Buddha was the Buddha who controlled wind, fire, thunder, lightning, rain, snow, water and earth. His power was immeasurable.

Drip...

Rumble...

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That wasn’t all. More anomalous noises came from every direction, and the next moment, multiple Strangers emerged from the darkness.

There was a beautiful woman with a human’s upper half but a fish’s lower half. Rainwater dripped off her body with every step she took.

There was a normal-sized infant whose feet were anything but normal; so big that they resembled hills and shook the ground with every step he took.

There was a hunchbacked old man whose back was covered in grinning, laughing faces.

There was a headless, armless and black-robed man whose shadows were wriggling with wailing human heads.

“The Rain Bodhisattva...”

“The Venerable Hill-stepping Infant Spirit...”

“The Laughing Ancestor Protector God...”

“The Headless Soul Shepherd Buddha...”

Even Devi Ruyi wore an ugly expression as the Strangers emerged from the darkness one after another. Worse, more noises were coming from the darkness, meaning that this was just the first wave.

“What the hell? Did I accidentally kick a Stranger’s nest or something?”

Ye Qing dashed back to Yi Pin and stared at the incoming Strangers with a frown.

“Oh! Now I remember.”

It was at this moment Old Man of Snowy Mountain recalled something. “I think I remember someone mentioning a taboo that is specific to the nights of Myriad Buddha Plains. One must not kill a Buddha unless they wish to risk incurring the wrath of all Buddhas.”

“One must not kill a Buddha?”

Ye Qing’s frown deepened. “You’re saying that I can’t kill any Stranger who looks like a Buddha, Bodhisattva, protector yada yada of the Mara Sect?!”

Kill one, and every Stranger within the vicinity—maybe even the entire Myriad Buddha Plains—would come after you!

“What kind of bullshit taboo is that? This is just unfair!” Yi Pin lost it when he heard this. “And why the fuck didn’t you mention this earlier, Brother Bai?”

Old Man of Snowy Mountain apologized fearfully, “I’m sorry, young master, Reverend. I just recalled it myself.”

“Protect us, Buddha Emperor. Protect us!”

As the Strangers came closer and closer, a monk crumbled under the pressure and yelled at Ye Qing. “It’s all your fault! None of this would happen if you haven’t blasphemed against the Buddha!”

“Kneel and apologize to our Buddha now!”

“Kneel and apologize to our Buddha now!”

“Kneel and apologize to our Buddha now!”

The rest of the monks also roared at Ye Qing as if the young man apologizing to the Strangers was the only way they might survive this crisis.

“Hah! Says the monks who can’t even differentiate between a real and a fake Buddha. With brains like yours, you really should have gone and farm potatoes instead.”

Ye Qing shot the monks a disdainful look. “Now shut the hell up, or I’ll start by killing you first.”

Terrifying killing intent washed over the monks like the ocean. As if they had fell into a pool of ice, the monks immediately fell as silent as the cicadas of winter.

“What about you guys?” Ye Qing looked at Devi Ruyi, Jinpeng Moyun and the old woman next.

“Do forgive our monks’ insolence, scion. We know very well that this is not your fault.”

Devi Ruyi regained her cool and said calmly, “For now, let us get away from this place. Do you have a plan, scion?”

“Nope. I have a bad idea though.” Ye Qing’s eyes slowly crinkled into a smile. “We can kill them all!”

“Agreed. It’s not like there’s a difference between one kill and many kills.” Jinpeng Moyun’s eyes glittered with murder as well. “Let’s kill them all!”

“Well said! I’m starting to like you a little!”

Ye Qing guffawed. “Let’s make this a competition then. Whoever kills the most enemies wins!”

Even before he finished talking, Ye Qing was already jumping toward the Rain Buddha—it was the closest enemy to him—and throwing a punch. His energies encompassed the Venerable Hill-stepping Infant Spirit as well.

“You’re on!”

Eyes turning gold and golden wings expanding behind his back, Jinpeng Moyun charged straight toward the Laughing Ancestor Protector God and the Headless Soul Shepherd Buddha.

Old Man of Snowy Mountain went for the Eight-faced Buddha.