I have a weird dynasty

Chapter 10 Disguise
"Xiaochan, I brought you some food and water."

Kou Yushan, a burly man with a stubble on his face, walked in from outside. He saw the fire but no one, and frowned in confusion.

He walked closer to the fire and took a few glances at it. He slowly grasped the hatchet behind his waist with his right hand and looked at the collapsed statue next to him.

"Come out!" Kou Yushan shouted in a low voice, full of deterrence.

Sang Que's heart skipped a beat. The ground was very dusty here and she had been in such a hurry to hide that she forgot to deal with the footprints on the ground.

At this point, Sangque could only slowly walk out from behind the statue.

After seeing Sang Que clearly, especially her clothes that were out of place in this world and the strange shoes on her feet, Kou Yushan trembled all over and his eyes suddenly brightened.

He looked towards the entrance of the dilapidated temple vigilantly, then lowered his voice and said, "You are really back!"

This time it was Sang Que who was shocked, but she did not show it. Instead, she stood there expressionless and alert without saying a word, fearing that the other party was trying to cheat her.

Although she didn't know what the other party was trying to trick, it was always better to be cautious.

Kou Yushan looked around vigilantly again, picked up the wooden stick on the ground, and quickly wrote two words.

"I've been waiting for you here all these years."

The shape of the characters was strange, but they were the two large characters on the far left side of the Sangque coin with the spell inscribed on it.

Mountain ghost!

Sang Que still didn't say anything, but the hint of surprise in his eyes was caught by Kou Yushan.

Kou Yushan erased the two words, stood up and whispered, "You are right to be on guard against me, and it is also good to be alert. Your mother saved my life. She told me that one day you will come back here to replace her."

"My mother?"

Sang Que was cheered up. In fact, she had always known that she was a child picked up by her mother.

My mother had to have her leg amputated in a car accident when she was fourteen. She is registered as unmarried. She is thirty-two years old this year, and she is sixteen.

My mother would not give birth to her at the age of sixteen, but my mother didn't mention it and she didn't ask.

Sangque never had any expectations about his biological parents.

Only when she was curious about the origin of the talisman money would she think about who her biological parents were.

If her biological mother really was from this world, then everything would make sense.

It was no accident that she came here.

"You don't know anything?" Kou Yushan asked in a low voice.

Sang Que frowned, still having doubts in her heart, but for her current situation, it was better to go with the flow.

"I've never seen her."

woof!woof!
Hearing the sound of a dog barking outside, Kou Yushan quickened his speech.

"Now is not the time to talk about this. Take these food and water first. I'll go find you some clothes. Black Mountain Village is controlled by Yan Daozi, who is from the Evil Suppression Division. It's not good to offend him."

"Before nightfall, I will find a way to create an identity for you and let you live in the village. I will tell you slowly then. You wait here for me and don't run around. It's very dangerous outside, especially don't go near the wheat fields."

Kou Yushan took out a paper bag from his arms and handed it to Sang Que along with the bamboo tube full of water from his waist. After thinking for a while, he took out the hatchet from his waist and handed it to him.

"Will it work?"

Sang Que took the hatchet and nodded.

"By the way, there is a girl about your age here, her name is Xia Chan. If you see her, share some of your food with her. She will not hide from you when she sees my hatchet. You all should hide well and don't let anyone else see you."

"Also, wipe your face and neck with charcoal ash. You are too fair."

Sang Que is not only fair-skinned, but also very pretty. Her eyes are clear and sharp, there is a heroic air between her brows, she is tall and has an extraordinary temperament. It may not be easy to let her integrate into the village.

"Captain, are you still in there?"

Hearing a sound outside, Kou Yushan looked at Sang Que deeply and left quickly.

"Coming!" Looking at the paper bag and hatchet in his hands, Sang Que hesitated for a moment, then went back to sit down by the fire.

Kou Yushan was like a pre-arranged NPC guide who would take her to complete the novice mission. If she left the plot and explored the map freely, one life would not be enough.

"I wish this was really a game." Sang Que sighed in his heart.

I opened the paper package and found four black steamed buns with some green vegetables added in them.

Sang Que picked one up and took a small bite. It was dry, hard and bitter and not tasty, so she swallowed it without chewing it much.

After drinking a sip of water, Sangque put the steamed buns and bamboo tube aside and waited quietly.

After waiting for about ten minutes, Sang Que did not feel anything unusual in his body, so he picked up the steamed bun he had just bitten and continued to eat it.

Take a bite, drink a sip of water, pound your chest and swallow it down, then continue to eat. Only when you are full will you have the strength to deal with various unexpected situations.

After eating two, Sangque pulled up her pajamas sleeves, grabbed a handful of charcoal ash from the ground, rubbed it with both hands, and began to tan herself.

She rubbed some ash on her face, neck, arms, calves, and even her hair. Of course, her teeth were not spared. Charcoal was the material used to make toothpaste in ancient times. Her mother learned this from her when she was writing the novel.

After finishing, he looked at the fire and the axe, and made up his mind. Sang Que used the knife to cut the hair around his forehead until it was messy and ugly.

Compared to staying alive, being dirty and ugly means nothing. She has been practicing martial arts since she was a child and has endured much more hardships than this.

There was nothing to do but wait, so Sang Que continued to sort out the information from the two time travels.

If Kou Yushan wants to live in the village and deceive Mingzhang's master Yan Daozi, it is not enough for him to disguise his identity, change clothes and tan.

The accent of people here is a bit like that of people from the northwest. She should pay attention to the way of speaking and the habits of word choice. She should speak less and say no more than three words when necessary. She should listen, watch and imitate more.

She is talented in imitation.

In ancient times, few women were literate, so they also had to pay attention to this aspect. They should not stare at places with words for a long time in order to obtain information, so as not to be exposed.

There are many habits, cognitions and behaviors developed in modern times that require us to remind ourselves all the time. They are life-threatening and we cannot be careless.

Sang Que was sorting out the things to pay attention to while waiting for Kou Yushan and Xia Chan who might appear.

After waiting for half a day, he still didn't see Xia Chan, but the two steamed buns that Sang Que had placed next to him disappeared at some point. This made Sang Que feel a chill on his back. He held the hatchet in his hand, keeping his spirits tense at all times, not daring to relax at all.

At noon, when it was the hottest time of the day, Kou Yushan, sweating profusely, returned to the dilapidated temple with a bundle in his hand. He saw Sang Que blending the charcoal ash evenly, his hair turned gray, and his expression became relaxed and sleepy, and he nodded with satisfaction.

"You are very smart. This makes me feel more at ease. Now is the hottest time. Everyone is hiding from the sun at home. Yan Daozi is also taking a lunch break. You change your clothes and follow me into the village."

Sang Que took the bag thrown by Kou Yushan and went behind the statue to change clothes.

There were two sets of women's clothing inside. Sang Que chose a dark gray cross-collared long skirt with no pattern. The fabric was rough and turned white after being washed, and there was a black patch on the shoulder.

It has narrow sleeves, a cloth waistband, and a skirt that reaches the ankles and does not drag on the ground. It is suitable for girls who often work in farming families.

The cloth shoes are a little pinchy, but it's not a big problem.

Sang Que simply tied her hair with a cloth belt, put the other set in a bag, and walked out with it on her back. This was also the bag that Kou Yushan specially prepared for her.

At this moment, it cannot be said that Sang Que has become exactly like the ancient villagers, but at least, she does not appear abrupt or out of place standing there, like a dusty traveler on the road.

Sangque threw his changed pajamas and slippers into the fire and burned them clean to erase the evidence that he was a modern person.

After putting out the fire, Kou Yushan took Sang Que out of the ruined temple, giving instructions as they walked.

"After you enter the village, don't talk too much. I will tell people that you are here to seek refuge with my niece Yao Yu Niang. If I am not mistaken, you were with Yan Daozi's apprentice Ming Zhang the night before yesterday, right?"

Kou Yushan looked back at Sang Que who was following behind him. She didn't say a word and remained silent.

"Don't worry. The evil fog was very thick that night, and no one saw what happened outside. However, Yan Daozi had some guesses. He should know the origin of the evil spirit that killed his apprentice, and he might even be a little scared."

Sang Que raised her eyes and looked at Kou Yushan. Just as she was about to ask something, a Taoist priest with a goatee suddenly walked out of the woods. His hawk-like eyes looked past Kou Yushan and stared at her straight.

"Brother Kou, the sun is blazing, why don't you rest at home... Who is this?"

Kou Yushan's heart skipped a beat, and Sang Que's whole body trembled as well.

Looking at the man’s haggard face and the Taoist robe he was wearing, one could tell that he was Master Mingzhang, Yan Daozi!
(End of this chapter)