I have a weird dynasty

Chapter 102 Why not Ning (ask for monthly ticket)
"Little Five, Little Six!"

Why not gather up an angry look on his face and shout loudly, but the leaves outside the yard rustled and no one responded.

The storyteller spoke slowly, clenched his fist to his mouth, and said, "Ahem, ahem~"

As soon as he coughed, He Buning immediately felt as if facing a formidable enemy. His whole body tensed up and he froze at the door, not daring to make any rash moves.

The storyteller will become sick while telling a story, just like the beginning, development, turning point and ending of the story. As the story gets closer to its climax, the pain will become more severe and the burden on the body will become greater. Only when the story comes to an end will the storyteller's pain disappear.

But even though the illness disappeared, the loss of lifespan could not be made up. The amount of time that had passed in the story would double, quintuple, or even tenfold the storyteller's lifespan.

The deeper the story's impact on reality, the deeper this consumption becomes.

Therefore, storytellers' stories are very short. Unless necessary, they will not rely on stories to influence the court situation. After all, they cannot afford to waste their lives.

Each story tries to be centered in a place where something strange is happening, using that as leverage to kill everyone in one night, so that the subsequent impact and cost are minimized.

The Evil Suppression Division is obviously not suitable for storytellers to tell their stories.

Realizing that the storyteller was trying to scare him with his cough, He Bujin's two sword-like brows relaxed, still blocking the door, and asked in a cold voice, "Are you here to fall into the trap? Or do you plan to betray Jiuge and reveal the whereabouts of the others?"

The storyteller raised his lips and smiled, "If I really betrayed Jiuge, wouldn't Junior Brother be so angry that he 'accidentally killed' me before I could explain myself?"

Their eyes collided in the air, sparks flying.

The storyteller looked carefully at this good junior brother who was in his early twenties but already commanded the entire Qinzhou Night Patrol. He did not rely on his father's influence. He joined the Evil Suppression Division at the age of fifteen and started as an ordinary servant. In just over six years, he had achieved what he had today.

In the entire Qinzhou, apart from the general who guards the provincial capital, he is the one with the most real power.

"Junior brother, you said you gave up the opportunity to work in Shengjing and chose to stay in Qinzhou. You also commanded the most dangerous Night Rangers and kept an eye on Jiuge every day. Aren't you tired? Are you trying to 'eliminate harm for the people and uphold justice', or are you looking for someone?"

Why not just keep silent?

The storyteller said calmly, "We haven't seen each other for many years. When we were little, you always liked to follow me and pester me to tell you stories, but now you won't even give me a cup of tea."

"Forget it, let's talk business. You also know that from ancient times to the present, Jiuge has always had only nine main members. Throughout the dynasties, it was Jiuge who secretly stabilized the situation."

"The Wu Temple is not a lewd cult, and Jiuge is not a cultist. If we look at the root, this evil suppression department was also established by Empress Wu. If the Wu Temple is a lewd cult, what is the evil suppression department? What you should really arrest is the ghost troupe!"

He Bu Ning had no expression on his face, and his voice was still cold, "Don't worry about this matter!"

The storyteller smiled bitterly and shook his head, "How can I not worry about you? You keep biting Jiuge, and everyone is complaining. I am the only one who is restless among Jiuge, and the other brothers and sisters are all innocent. So I came here to give you a clue about the ghost troupe. Do you know the Ming family in Cuiyun Mountain outside Dongyang County fifty years ago?"

Why not think about it for a moment, but keep a straight face.

"When did the Ming family's jade juice reach the ladies in the palace, and when did the Ming family start worshipping the God of Tea? Junior Brother, why don't you check which God of Tea this is. The ghost opera troupe worships the God of Drama, and this actor is the best at changing his face!"

Why not focus your eyes and shoot them fiercely at the storyteller.

The storyteller smiled with a hint of meaning, "Brother, please don't misunderstand me. I have no intention of slandering the prime minister. That's all I have to say today. As for which one is more dangerous, Jiuge or the Ghost Opera Troupe, I have my own opinion."

After saying this, the storyteller stood up and put down a small gourd-shaped medicine bottle.

"Remember to take the medicine that Doctor Ling gave you on time. Since I delivered both medicine and information today, could you please let me go?"

After their eyes met, He Buning finally made way for the storyteller. If he really wanted to leave, He Buning could not keep him.

The storyteller walked to He Buning and paused, "Oh, by the way, I almost forgot to tell you that I found my junior sister."

He Buning turned his head suddenly, and at this moment, there was finally an expression of shock on his tense face that he could not hide.

"Where is she?"

The storyteller smiled mysteriously, "She may not be what you imagined. I remember you said that if you see her, you should kill her, right? Seize the opportunity!"

"Don't go! Explain yourself clearly!"

He Buning turned around and grabbed the storyteller, but the storyteller's head suddenly twisted behind him and turned into an old lady with a cat face.

He Buning trembled all over and woke up suddenly.

It was just a dream!

"Boss, if you are too tired, go and take a rest."

In the study, Xiaoliu helped to sort out official documents submitted from various places. He looked at He Buning with heartache, while Xiaowu kept nodding beside him.

He Buning was about to press his temple when he suddenly discovered a gourd-shaped medicine bottle in his palm. This was indeed not an ordinary dream.

Just as Xiaoliu was about to speak, Xiaowu next to him immediately made a silent gesture. He Buning was obviously thinking about something important and couldn't be interrupted. He Buning recalled the last words the storyteller said. He mentioned the Ming family. The Ming family was in Cuiyun Mountain outside Dongyang County, which was the only way from Tangyuan County to Dongyang County.

So he met her there. Tangyuan County and the surrounding villages had just suffered from the sacrifice of the ghost troupe, and she must be among the surviving refugees.

This also coincides with what I found out earlier: their final destination was near Tangyuan County.

who is it?

Is she on her way to Dongyang County?
He Buning's hands couldn't stop shaking. He felt that he was very close to the answer, but he suppressed his thoughts and stopped himself from thinking any further.

"Xiaowu and Xiaoliu, prepare the horses, we are going back to Wangshan City now!"

Xiaowu and Xiaoliu looked at each other, bowed and left.

"Wait, before you leave, go get all the files about the Ming family in Cuiyun Mountain from fifty years ago and take them away."

"Yes!"

Why not frown? He has been looking for her for so many years. It is good to know that she is still alive. It doesn't matter if he loses a moment.

The storyteller came to tell him all this on purpose, he must have some ulterior motive. He cannot be used by the storyteller and must leave here immediately.

*
Dongyang County, Ping'an Inn.

The storyteller changed his clothes, packed his bags and walked out of the guest room on the second floor. When he went downstairs, the waiter led two girls upstairs. He stepped aside and watched the two walk hand in hand.

"Junior sister, I can only help you up to this point. I'll write the story of the brother-sister reunion later."

Thinking of the answers to the questions she gave in the bronze mirror, the storyteller was looking forward to the scene of the brother and sister meeting each other.

Shaking his head and smiling, the storyteller quickly left.

At the door of the guest room in the corner of the second floor, the waiter pushed open the door and led the two people in.

"Ladies, this is your guest room. If you need hot water, just let me know."

"Sister, Xiaochan is so hungry~ When are we going to eat?"

meow~
Sang Que stopped and turned back to look at the scholar who was hurrying down the stairs. He felt an inexplicable chill on his back.

Entering the guest room, Sangque took out all the remaining food in the bag and gave it to Xiachan, and asked the waiter to bring hot water and meals.

While Xia Chan was eating, she quickly checked the functions of the bronze mirror, the embroidered shoes and the nail.

The bronze mirror is not a Yin object, and the visualization failed. Sang Que guessed that the bronze mirror should be an item similar to a magic weapon, which has the ability to seal evil spirits. Huilan has at least the fourth level of strength, which means that the bronze mirror can seal fourth level ghosts.

Nails are disposable Yin objects. When activated by blood, they will turn into invisible ghost hands to strangle the enemy's neck. The price is that one's own nails will be peeled off piece by piece.

Sang Que felt her scalp tingling when she was meditating. She wondered if there was a place where she could exchange Yin objects. She didn't want to use this thing at all.

As she expected, the embroidered shoes have the ability to "break the boundary". Wearing the embroidered shoes can step into the hidden world and break through the blockade of evil spirits below the fourth level. However, once put on, the shoes cannot be taken off. They will continue to squeeze the user's feet until the tendons and bones are broken, the flesh and blood are blurred, and it brings continuous pain until the person dies of pain.

Sang Que knew very little about what the hidden world was like, which made her once again think about joining the Evil Suppression Bureau.

She definitely cannot wear the embroidered shoes herself, but she can give them to Yin Tong. Yin Tong is a soul and does not feel pain, which can perfectly restrain the side effects of the embroidered shoes.

Wan Xiangtou had previously given it to his strange bride, which shows that this is the correct way to use it.

At night, after eating and drinking, Sangque still helped Xia Chan take a bath, especially her hair, which she washed twice.

Then she looked at the wounds on her arms, and there was only a pink mark left. If she continued like this, there would not even be a scar left.

Also, she turned white.

Sang Que speculated that Cun Yuan should have obtained some of the power of the curse. This power was not enough to keep her immortal, but it could slowly heal the wounds on her body.

The side effects are, of course, blood drinking and a little bit of photophobia, but they are not serious and will not affect daily life. Normal people don’t like to be exposed to the sun.

Sang Que now only hopes that when she returns she can eat some pig blood, duck blood, sheep blood, etc. to relieve her craving for blood, otherwise she will really become a vampire.

Just like last time, he agreed with Xia Chan to bring back some delicious food at dawn. After watching Xia Chan fall asleep, Sang Que went to the guest room downstairs to find Kou Yushan. He gave one of the two silver ingots in Yan Daozi's purse to Kou Yushan and asked him to take good care of Xia Chan and the black donkey.

It will cost money to go to the Dongyang County Government to re-register your household registration tomorrow. Sang Que plans to take this opportunity to settle in Dongyang County with Kou Yushan and others, and use the name Sang Mulan, otherwise it will be difficult to handle various documents later.

Things here came to a temporary end, and Sang Que used the door of the guest room to take Xuan Yu home.

see you tomorrow~