I have a weird dynasty

Chapter 107 The Missing Girl (asking for monthly ticket)
Zheng Xuan took a deep breath and exhaled. In the smoke, the traffic police suddenly became dazed. Zheng Xuan turned the handlebars and fled.

Xu Yichao, who was about to get off the car, was almost pushed off.

"Teacher Zheng, didn't Grandma Shufen say that we can't bully ordinary people and must abide by the rules of the world?"

"Who's talking to you! I have a regular job, you should get into university first!" Zheng Xuan said unhappily.

"Then you should obey the rules!"

"Or you can pay the fine?"

"Uh...it's not impossible to take emergency measures, teacher, do we really have a 'relevant department'?"

"Don't ask questions that you shouldn't ask!"

"Oh, then hurry up."

Zheng Xuan and Xu Yichao were speeding through the streets, while Sang Que and Jiang Zao were sitting in the taxi chatting about the recent daily life of the young general and the young prince.

Sang Que took out his cell phone and quickly typed a line of words.

"Let me show you, the little general has grown up a lot this month, but he is still suppressed by Xuan Yu."

[Don't say anything, there's something wrong with this driver]

When Jiang Zao saw the words on the phone, she shuddered, but since Sang Que was beside her, she quickly calmed down and immediately started talking.

"Next time I'll bring the little prince to your house. Two against one, I'll see how arrogant Xuanyu is."

Sangque pretended to look through the photos.

[Get off the car later and call the police]

Jiang Zao nodded, "The little general is getting more and more powerful as he grows up."

The two continued to chat casually. After a while, the car drove further and further away, leaving the road to the building materials market and heading outside Yucheng, in the direction of Longjiliang Mountain.

Sang Que asked the driver, "Master, are you driving on the wrong road?"

The young driver in front suddenly took out a machete and said, "If you don't want to die, shut up!"

Jiang Zao immediately snuggled up to Sang Que, but she was not afraid at all. She felt that the driver must be the one who would "die" in the end, and Sang Que was a Valkyrie on earth.

The time for chivalry has come!
"Oh."

Sang Que responded indifferently and leaned back in his seat with Jiang Zao.

One of them looked calm and composed, while the other had shining eyes, which made the driver look back at them several times, wondering if he had kidnapped two fools.

The sun sets and the sky gradually darkens. The taxi turns onto a bumpy road surrounded by groves and farmlands, with a village in the distance.

The car drove further and further away, the headlights illuminated the dark road, the dust was flying, and it always made people feel like a female ghost would suddenly appear in front of them and block the road.

"Why do I suddenly feel a little cold?" Jiang Zao rubbed his arms and leaned on Sang Que.

Sang Que frowned, not because she suddenly felt cold, but because there was indeed a negative energy around her. She glanced in front of the taxi and saw a strange black Buddha amulet hanging under the rearview mirror. It was not a local style.

If other people came here, they would probably be stuck in a maze.

It was another supernatural event, and Sang Que was not surprised at all, because the deeper she went into the Netherworld, the more likely she was to get involved in supernatural events.

During the Gui Dynasty, it was the same when looking for evil spirits in the woods. She and Xia Chan stood together, and the evil spirits would definitely approach her and attack her first.

Soon, the car lights illuminated a dilapidated yard with two large red iron gates with peeling paint half open. A sign next to it was half broken, with the remaining half reading "Scrap Collection Station".

The car drove into the yard and stopped. The driver got out, opened the door with a machete in hand, and said to the two men fiercely, "Get out of the car, don't try to act fancy, or I'll chop you to death."

Sang Que signaled Jiang Zao with her eyes to stay in the car. She stretched out her long legs and got out first. Before the driver could put the knife to her neck, she glared fiercely and attacked quickly.

Jiang Zao heard a muffled groan in the car, followed by the sound of a heavy object hitting the ground. She immediately got out of the car and saw that the driver had fainted on the ground. Sang Que was looking around with a machete in his hand.

"How dare you kidnap our Sang Mulan? You deserve it!"

Jiang Zao looked at him mercilessly and took out his cell phone to call the police.

"Ah! What should I do if there's still no signal? This place is so remote."

The scrap collection station was in a mess, with all kinds of scraps everywhere. On one side was a mobile home, on one side was a two-story building, and on the other side were two large warehouses.

Sang Que felt that the power of the village resentment was slightly agitated, indicating that there was resentment here.

"Tie this guy up first."

The two found a rope in the scrap heap and tied up the young driver on the ground. Sang Que put a triangular talisman in the pocket of his school uniform jacket, took off his jacket and put it on Jiang Zao, who was only wearing a short-sleeved shirt.

"Wait in the car. I'll go in and take a look. Be good and don't run around."

Without saying anything, Sang Que pushed Jiang Zao back into the car, turned on the flashlight on his mobile phone, and walked towards the two-story building where the resentment came from.

Passing by a pile of waste, the sheets on the clothesline in front of the building were blown up by the wind, and then fell down lightly, covering the outline of a person, blocking the door.

"Is this... a ghost?"

Jiang Zao's voice came from behind. She quickly ran to Sang Que and stared at the bed sheet in front of her without blinking.

Sang Que thought Jiang Zao would be scared, but unexpectedly she suddenly became excited, walked forward with big strides, and reached out to pull the bed sheet.

"Hey, hey!" Sang Que wanted to stop it, but failed in time.

Jiang Zao pulled the bed sheet off, revealing nothing underneath. A cold wind blew up Jiang Zao's hair.

"Wow! Sangsang, did you see that? It's not hanging by a wire rope, it's really a supernatural phenomenon!"

Mulberry Bird: …………

"Oops, I forgot to take a picture of it just now, what a pity."

Sang Que didn't know what expression to make. She knew that Jiang Zao had been bold and daring since she was a child. She often went to haunted houses to explore, and it was Jiang Zao who took her to watch horror movies.

But she didn't expect that Jiang Zao was really not afraid of these. Shouldn't a normal person be breaking out in cold sweats and shivering now?
"Hurry up, let's go in and take a look. I want to record everything this time."

Jiang Zao turned on the video on his mobile phone, and his eyes were brighter than light bulbs.

When they pushed open the two wooden doors, the smell of stinky socks hit them in the face. As they walked into the house, Jiang Zao asked Sang Que to wait a moment and held up his mobile phone to take a picture of the door.

The air stagnated for one second, two seconds, three seconds...

Jiang Zao was puzzled, "Why didn't the door close automatically? Isn't that what happens in horror movies?"

Sang Que laughed, "Zaozi, you will make the evil... those ghosts feel very embarrassed, are you really not afraid?"

"What's there to be afraid of? I've lived and eaten with the puppets in the opera troupe since I was a child. They are the real evil things. My grandma said that as long as I don't lose my righteous energy, these things can't hurt me. If I get scared first, they will take advantage of the opportunity to sneak in!"

"So when I watch horror movies and go to haunted houses, I am actually training myself to be brave. And I have faith. Our puppet troupe has always worshipped the ancestor 'Yanshi'. If anything goes wrong, the ancestor will protect me and turn danger into safety. Don't be afraid, baby Que. Now it's my turn to bring the ancestor to protect you. Stand behind me quickly."

Sang Que laughed, but Yan Daozi seemed to have said that evil spirits like to scare people so that they can make people feel fear first, and then they will attack people.

And the bearded man is an ordinary person, but he has no fear when facing evil spirits. Therefore, he is not easily attacked by evil spirits and can live longer.

Jiang Zao added, "I think that humans are actually scarier than ghosts, so I'll leave the human matters to you and I'll take care of the ghost matters!"

The first floor is not big. There is a living room when you enter. There are lunch boxes and beer bottles on the table, and lottery tickets and scratch cards are all over the floor, which means that someone lives there on weekdays.

There is a room on the right, and a candle-like light is coming from under the door.

The resentment also came from there.

Jiang Zao took the lead and walked over. There was a combination lock hanging on the door. Jiang Zao frowned, feeling that things were not simple.

"Generally speaking, the clue to the password must be nearby. We just need to look around carefully and we can..."

boom!
Sang Que kicked the door open, and Jiang Zao's words were stuck in her throat. She forgot that this was not an escape room.

When the light from the cell phone shone in, Jiang Zao's breathing stagnated. He could not help but step back and bumped into Sang Que, who held his shoulders and blocked him behind him.

The room was filled with candles and crisscrossing red strings. A girl was hung in the air by red strings like a doll. She was wearing a Nanyang skirt and was in a dancing pose.

The rotten face was smeared with thick oil paint, and a weird smile was painted on it facing the door.

There was a shrine under the girl's feet, with plates and offerings on it. Inside the shrine was a fist-sized doll covered in gold paint, which looked lifelike.

Jiang Zao swallowed his saliva, "Isn't this girl the one who went missing? It's been more than two months, the body is not at the right level of decay."

At this time, footsteps came from the second floor.

"Qiangzi, are you back?"

Hearing the sound, Sang Que asked Jiang Zao to be quiet. They both turned off their cell phones. Sang Que quietly approached the stairs and slowly saw the middle-aged man walking down.

Sure enough, it was the taxi driver, who was also the original owner of her house.

Zhang Qinggang!