I have a weird dynasty

Chapter 225 The Cowardly Person (asking for monthly ticket)
Outside Wangshan City, there is the Hua Family Charity Hall.

Hua Qianmian was covered in dirt. She struggled to open the coffin that was pressing on her. In the coffin, a female corpse that had not yet been buried was lying on top of her, and the stench was overwhelming.

"Damn it! My aunt had just bought the charity cemetery and had just finished repairing it when an earthquake occurred, destroying everything!"

Boom!

Hua Qianmian had just climbed out when another collapse occurred, and dust flew in her face. She had no time to rescue the money she had hidden in the coffin, so she quickly retreated and ran to an open area outside.

Looking at the charity cemetery that had completely collapsed into ruins, Hua Qianmian felt heartbroken.

Suddenly thinking of Wangshan City, Hua Qianmian hurriedly climbed up an old tree in the woods that was tilted due to ground cracks and looked in the direction of Wangshan City.

Under the strange blood-red sky, mountains collapsed, burying a corner of the once majestic city. A terrifying crack ran through the entire city, like a knife.

A city was almost in ruins.

Hua Qianmian's pupils trembled. She could not believe what she saw, and she soon discovered something unusual.

It was so quiet, deathly silent, and no one escaped? This is impossible!

It's broken! Those little brats from the Salesian Bureau!
Suddenly, gusts of cold wind blew, and in the collapsed cemetery, the corpses that had long been liberated began to twitch, showing signs of rebirth.

Then, white paper money floated down from mid-air and the faint sound of suona came from afar.

Hua Qianmian turned around in horror and saw more than a dozen teams of white-faced ghosts holding white flags and carrying coffins flashing everywhere in the forest.

Ghosts carrying coffins!
Hua Qianmian swallowed hard, then looked towards Wangshan City, a trace of struggle in his eyes.

In the end, she chose to stay away from the place of trouble, avoid the ghosts carrying the coffin, and flee in the opposite direction of Wangshan City.

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At that time, in Wangshan City, there was the Charity Bureau.

Liu Tianyou hid in the library with a group of orphans.

Some children hid behind bookshelves, some hid under tables, and some could only huddle together in the corner.

The sobs were suppressed and contained in the palms of hands.

The older children, trembling themselves, still covered the eyes of the younger ones, holding them in their arms and comforting each other.

Liu Tianyou didn’t know what happened. When he regained consciousness, he was in the Salesian Bureau, not in the newly rented yard.

"Master..."

A six-year-old boy couldn't stand the fright and wet his pants. He looked at Liu Tianyou helplessly.

Under the beam in the center of the library, the body of an old scholar was hanging, swaying left and right in the gusts of cold wind. The corpse's eyes bulged out, and a long scarlet tongue stuck out, slowly turning around and scanning every corner of the library.

The little boy who wet his pants failed to hide well and was discovered by the corpse. The next moment, he was pulled directly under the corpse by an invisible force, and his hands were raised uncontrollably and spread out.

Snapped!
"It hurts! Help, Master, help me!!"

When the sound of beatings was heard, the children could no longer suppress their cries and they all started crying and shouting.

Snapped!Snapped!
Again and again, the little boy's palms were beaten red and bleeding, and he was shaking with pain.

Liu Tianyou closed his eyes helplessly, he knew the old scholar who was hanged.

During the days he taught at the Salesian Bureau, he deduced from the reminders of the old gatekeeper and the casual conversations of neighbors that a strange case had occurred in the bureau.

After all, this was where he was going to work, so Liu Tianyou asked tentatively, but everyone avoided talking about the specific details.

Liu Tianyou could only guess that there was an old teacher in the Charity Bureau who always physically punished the children who did not study well. He felt that the children did not cherish the study opportunities provided for them by the kind people in the city who donated money.

Afterwards, the old man was hanged inexplicably in the library of the Charity Bureau. No one knew whether he was killed by someone, possessed by evil spirits, or committed suicide.

However, since then, children died in the library every now and then. When they were found, both of their hands were beaten to a bloody mess. As a result, the library was closed for a year.

This strange case should have happened three or four years ago. After the evil-suppressing officer Riyou handled it, the book pavilion was reopened only this year.

"It hurts so much - Master, save me -" Liu Tianyou gritted his teeth and trembled with fear, curling up in the corner and not daring to move. He was just an ordinary person and could not resist the power of evil spirits at all. What could he do? What could he do!

He had encountered evil spirits several times before. If he hadn't been lucky enough to be saved by Sang Que, he wouldn't be alive today.

He can't do it, he can't save anyone.

The frightened cries of the children became louder and louder, while the cries of the little boy who was beaten gradually became weaker.

Liu Tianyou opened his red, tearful eyes and looked over there. The little boy had fainted from the pain, his head drooping, but he was still standing, holding up his hands that were swollen and bleeding from being beaten.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!
The beating continued. If it continued like this, the little boy would die from the pain.

"Master, save him..."

All the children around looked at Liu Tianyou, counting on him as the only adult present.

Those expectant and trusting eyes made Liu Tianyou feel ashamed.

"Everyone must die!"

Liu Tianyou suddenly stood up. If it was someone of the same age as him, he could still find an excuse to retreat, but these were just weak and helpless children in front of him, and he couldn't bear it.

As soon as he stood up, he bit the tip of his tongue hard, and when the hanged old man turned to him, a mouthful of blood spurted out from the tip of his tongue.

"Run!"

Liu Tianyou pushed down the bookshelf and used it as a cover to allow the hiding children to escape.

The old man's body twitched due to the blood spurting out. Liu Tianyou picked up the little boy who was hit on the palm and rushed out of the library without looking back.

Liu Tianyou led a group of children and rushed to the outside of the Charity Bureau, but found that they could not find a way out.

"what!"

Suddenly there was a scream from behind the children. Liu Tianyou turned around holding the unconscious little boy and saw all the children moving to the sides. At the back, a girl fell to the ground with a pale face and pointed to the dark corner with trembling hands.

There was a hunched figure with her back to the crowd, chewing something with her head down. The clear sound, accompanied by the smell of blood and the blood flowing under her feet made all the children present huddle together, covering their mouths and not daring to breathe.

"It's Granny Yin. Granny Yin has taken Xiaoyu away!"

All children have heard a story when they were young: if they wander outside at night, they will be caught and eaten by Granny Yin.

Liu Tianyou had also heard this, so he acted decisively, kicked open the door next to him, and shouted at the children to go in.

In the small room, dozens of children huddled in the corner and shivered.

"How about... we ask the Thousand-Faced God for help?"

An older girl suggested this. She was still wearing the new clothes she had prayed to the Thousand-Faced God for yesterday.

This proposal was agreed by all the children, and they took out small clay figures from their bags. Each clay figure had a similar shape, but the faces were different.

The children placed their clay figures in front of them, faced them, clasped their hands together, and prayed in a low voice.

"Lord Thousand-Faced God, please save us, Lord Thousand-Faced God, please, save us..."

The hunched figure walked slowly past the door, the sound of chewing flesh and blood still coming from his mouth. The children were so frightened that they trembled all over and prayed even harder.

At that time, in the woods outside the city.

Hua Qianmian, who had just escaped from among the many ghosts carrying coffins, froze all over, bit his lips tightly, turned his head, and looked towards the direction of Wangshan City, his eyes full of struggle.

"The past must die, the past must die!"

Hua Qianmian decisively continued to flee, but after only two steps, her legs turned uncontrollably.

“What a bunch of bastards who only serve to drag others down!”