I have a weird dynasty

Chapter 169 Thousand Faces (asking for monthly ticket)

The light emitted by the soul lamp illuminated the petite figure of Thousand Faces. Sang Que was stunned when he saw it clearly, and thought he was facing a modern person.

Because the girl in front of him had short, neat hair that was completely inconsistent with the ancient style. She had her hands on her hips, and was wearing a neat black dress. There was anger in her almond eyes, and she was baring her two fangs. She looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old.

But this may not be her true face, it is likely just one of her 'faces', so there is no need to cover it up.

And this short hair may be for the convenience of movement. After all, it is more convenient to wear a wig when changing clothes with short hair.

Sang Que made a quick guess and figured out that the gambler was still killing people inside and they couldn't waste any more time.

"If you want to prove your innocence, then come with me to catch the source behind this."

Qianmian sneered, the anger in his eyes disappeared, revealing a bit of shrewdness, "So you want to ask me for help, so you want to tarnish my reputation in the city. You should have said so earlier, just give me money."

Hearing this, Sang Que discovered that Qian Mian was very smart and quick to react, and her greedy look was very similar to that of Banrixian's gossipy person, who was also one of her sides.

"How much do you want?" Sang Que was too lazy to talk nonsense.

Qianmian was also a straightforward person. He raised a finger and said, "One thousand gold coins. Afterwards, the Evil Suppression Department must post a notice to clear my name."

Sang Que agreed decisively, "Deal! If the operation tonight is successful, you can go to Wei Wu, the gold medal day tour envoy of the Evil Suppression Bureau, to get the money tomorrow."

"What rules?" Qianmian asked.

Sang Que replied, "Divert the gambler's target and lead him back to the gambling house to be imprisoned in the coffin."

Qianmian's eyes moved slightly, and she immediately figured out the key. She had already gathered all kinds of information before coming here, and knew no less than Sangque.

"Act according to the situation and don't do anything small." Sang Que warned.

Qianmian sneered and rolled his eyes, "I'm not crazy!"

Behind Sangque is the Suppression of Evils Division. Qianmian doesn't want to join, but she can't be hostile to the Suppression of Evils Division. Otherwise, look at today's situation. She has worked hard for years, running around for the people. If anyone's chicken is lost, she will go to find it personally. If she can't find it, she will buy another one out of her own pocket.

As a result, the Evil Suppression Division only needed one word to turn all the incense she had worked so hard to accumulate into ashes.

And there are those bastards on the street. They were very negotiable when they asked her for help, but today they were more active than the other in reporting her, causing many of her identities to be unusable in the future.

She had dug up many graves in the mass graveyard and done a lot of investigation to get that face and identity!
Next time these people want to ask her for help, her reward will be increased tenfold!
Sang Que glanced at Yuan Gui, who had been quietly staying beside him, and asked him to lead the way to where the eldest lady of the Han Mansion and the children lived.

Yuan Gui ran in front, Sang Que kept Chong Wu under the three people's feet at all times, and the entire Han Mansion was still silent. The gambler killed people very quickly, and the people who were chosen would die before they could even make any sound.

"Can you see that gambler?" Sang Que asked Qian Mian quickly.

Qianmian was straightforward and irritable, "I can't see! If you, the Evil Suppression Division, don't stop my incense and give me a little more time, what can a mere gambler do to me!"

Sang Que understood that this Lord Thousand Faces had lost fans because of what happened during the day, and he must have been about to reach the fourth level before and was preparing for the promotion to the fourth level.

“How can you find this place if you can’t see it?”

"I have my own way!"

Sang Que said nothing more.

Yuan Gui had been to the Han Mansion several times and knew the layout of the mansion. When he took two people to find Madam Han's residence, Madam Han and the two maids in the room were already dead.

A child's frightened cry came from the small courtyard next door, and Sang Que immediately used the evil mist to take the two of them over there.

After teleporting to the ground, Qianmian was not transferred over. "The gambler is there!"

Yuan Gui pointed in horror at the bed in the back of the room, where the child's crying came from.

A maid fell outside the bed with a sunken face. Another maid was holding a three or four-year-old girl, covering the girl's mouth tightly, her eyes full of tears, and she huddled in the corner of the bed, not daring to move.

Sang Que immediately spread out the evil fog and moved the maid and the girl out.

With experience this time, Sangque teleported continuously without stopping and kept running out.

Sang Que also took off the mask on his face in advance so that the evil spirit money could recover slowly, just in case.

The light of the soul lamp in her hand was always green, flickering. When Sang Que teleported for the third time and was about to reach the gate of Han Mansion, the sound of breaking bones suddenly rang in her ears. The maid who was wrapped in her evil mist died.

This invisible, intangible, and completely irresistible feeling of terror gave Sang Que goose bumps all over her body. She left Yuan Gui behind, held the girl in her arms, and ran for her life.

At this moment, a cold wind blew on the back of her neck, the soul lamp went out again, and Sang Que seemed to hear the sound of dice shaking in the dice cup.

Tick ​​tock!Tick ​​tock!
His shoulders sank, and a feeling of weakness suddenly came over him along with the sound of the countdown to recovery. Sang Que's whole body went limp, and he half-knelt on the ground. He dropped the lantern and swung out the Victory Knife with all his might.

The blood-red blade light swept past him, and Sang Que vaguely saw a black shadow that was cut in half.

Sang Que didn't know whether it was the influence of the evil spirit on the Baisheng Sword or the gambler needed to pause after each kill. She hurriedly used the countdown sound of the clock in her mind to record the interval between the gambler's killings.

It would take a minute to recover, and Sangque was too weak to do anything at the moment, as the feeling of irritability came over him again.

Ten seconds later, the gambler raised his hand again and touched the little girl in Sang Que's arms. Sang Que stood up with the help of a knife, spread out the evil fog and prepared to escape.

"Wu Renxing!"

At the critical moment, someone shouted from behind, and the gambler's hand suddenly stopped in mid-air and then disappeared.

Sang Que put down the unconscious girl and turned around to see Qianmian still wearing the same smart black clothes, but his appearance had turned into that of Mrs. Han.

That face was just like Qianmian's original face, fitting perfectly. Her black hair was not decorated with any hairpins or rings and was draped behind her. Her eyes and posture revealed the majesty of the mistress of a wealthy family. Her height and weight had also changed.

If she put on the original clothes of the eldest lady of the Han family, Sang Que would definitely not be able to see the flaws.

Suddenly, Qianmian frowned and revealed a painful expression. Her skin fell off as if it had melted and dropped to the ground. It was the face that Banri Xianbao had been inquiring about.

Qianmian cannot use just any face to resist the gambler's attack. Instead, she needs to use an identity recognized by everyone. Only when everyone believes that the person represented by this face is a living person, a real person, can this face save her life.

To withstand a fatal attack from a fourth-level evil ghost, the number of people who recognize this face must be at least five hundred.

With this identity, Qianmian only had one other person left, except for the famous gossipmonger in Wangshan City. She really couldn't bear to give it up, but she could take money to help others get rid of disasters, and at the same time leave a good impression in the Evil Suppression Division, which would facilitate future cooperation, so she had no choice but to give it up.

Qianmian's face returned to that of Madam Han, and she shouted anxiously, "Why are you still standing there? I can only resist once more!"

Sang Que immediately spread the evil fog to its maximum, left the girl behind and rushed over, grabbed Qianmian's arm and teleported with her continuously.

At this moment, the gambler has been deceived by Qianmian and has taken her as his target. Moreover, there is a ten-second pause between each killing by the gambler, so Qianmian has one chance to resist and a great chance of teleporting back to the gambling house.

Shamelessly asking for monthly tickets, the monthly tickets on Qidian need to reach 3,000, so that there will be operating funds next month, and then we can hold monthly ticket activities, so that everyone can vote for monthly tickets and get some coins, and enter a virtuous circle,
There is still a shortfall of more than 600 votes, so I beg everyone to try to get 3,000 votes by the end of the month, and I will also work hard to update more!

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