I have a weird dynasty

Chapter 242 Sacrifice (two in one, please vote)

When Yu Da said this, Sang Que grabbed his wrist, his face was pale, but his eyes were very firm.

"No need to stay, we can escape together."

Xia Chan also nodded vigorously.

Yu Da glanced at Wan Xiangtou. He was lying on the ground whimpering in pain, and his body began to show abnormal changes. It was the power of the God of Drama being injected into his body. A normal person's body could not withstand such ghostly power and would inevitably become something neither human nor ghost.

"I can take you..."

"Sang Er!"

Yu Da suddenly interrupted Sang Que in a high-pitched voice, and his tone was so harsh that Sang Que was startled, as if he had done something wrong and was being scolded by an elder.

Yu Da seemed to know what Sang Que was going to say, and after interrupting her, his tone softened again.

"You are a very cruel child, but you are also soft-hearted and reckless. Well, Captain He has the same problem. You should change it. I will find a way to get out of this once you run far away. There is no time. Let's go!"

A burst of humming opera singing came from Wan Xiangtou's side, and the traces of the surrounding ink paintings were also washed away by this tune.

Xia Chan screamed, and the ink-painted land under her feet suddenly dispersed. She almost fell down. Fortunately, He Buning grabbed her and helped her stand firm again.

The wind was cold and biting, and the clouds above their heads gradually showed traces of a hideous face, which made people feel cold. The power of the God of Drama continued to invade this place. Once General Cao's power was dispersed and the mountain under their feet disappeared, they would fall down and die.

Yu Da forcefully pried Sang Que's hands apart and looked at He Buning deeply. He Buning gritted his teeth, carried Sang Que and Xia Chan on his back, and left quickly.

Watching them jump down step by step along the cliff created by ink and escape, Yu Da turned around, his clothes fluttering. He scratched his stomach that was swollen to the point of bursting, and looked at Wan Xiangtou whose body had changed.

He roared in pain as five heads broke through the skin of his chest and abdomen and popped out. Each head had an operatic face, forming the five characters of "sheng, dan, jing, mo, and chou". They were clearing their throats and preparing to sing a song.

Yu Da, who had never eaten a human being in his life, felt nauseous at the thought of swallowing this guy.

Everyone in the city must have run away. He really doesn’t want to eat anyone.

"Who are you?!"

Hearing Wan Xiangtou's question, Yu Da took off the copper token from his waist and held it up.

"The evil-suppression department, a small bronze tour!"

"court death!!!"

……

The strange and eerie sound of opera singing resounded between heaven and earth, making people shudder and feel cold all over. The evil ghost originally made of ink and wash froze in place, and color gradually appeared on its face, forming an opera mask.

Before, these ink-and-wash evil ghosts did not specifically attack He Buning and his group. But now that their operatic masks were completed, those evil ghosts started to act like they were singing an opera and chased after He Buning and his group.

The ghost boy followed behind them all the time, constantly appearing in various places. With a touch of his little hand, the evil ghosts turned into a pool of ink, covering He Bu Ning and their escape.

The ethereal and strange singing of the opera voice carried an inexplicable power that made Sang Que feel itchy on her face. The song lingered in her mind, even suppressing the ticking sound. It was just like what Chu Renmei sang in the horror movie she had seen before, and she couldn't help but want to hum along.

"Concentrate and don't listen!" He Buning felt Sang Que's trembling and reminded him that he and Xia Chan would not be affected.

He Bu Ning had already lost consciousness on half of his body, so he relied on his willpower to speed up his pace and run wildly. The farther he was away, the less impact Sang Que would be affected.

He Buning didn't know how powerful Yu Da was, but Yu Da was definitely more than the second-level strength registered by the Evil Suppression Bureau. Just now, two fourth-level ghosts were swallowed by him in the blink of an eye. He must have at least the fifth-level or close to the fifth-level strength.

As long as Yu Da entered the ghost level, it would not be so easy for him to die. He was able to work as a bronze player in the Evil Suppression Bureau for eight years without revealing his identity, which must have shown that he was cautious.

Coming down the mountain, he stood outside the ruins of the Suppression of Evil Spirits Division. There was total silence from the direction of the Evil Ghost Division. He Buning stood there and watched for a moment, then turned around and left.

Sang Que saw that He Buning was worried about Cui Cheng, Xiao Wu and Xiao Liu.

He Buning carried the mulberry bird on his back, told the summer cicada to follow closely, and quickened his pace to run in the direction closest to the city.

Sang Que felt that her toes could move. She called out to He Bu Ning, "I have regained feeling in my legs. Put me down and I can walk by myself."

He Bu Ning stopped, gently put Sang Que down, and looked towards the direction of the Evil Ghost Department again.

Sang Que knew that he wanted to go back. Before she could say anything, He Buning turned around and looked at her, "This city can no longer be saved. Escape and live well. Don't let down... the people who want to save you."

The big palm patted Sang Que's shoulder heavily. Without giving Sang Que a chance to say anything, He Buning turned around and disappeared behind the ruins of the Evil Suppression Bureau that had turned into an ink painting.

"Sister...what should we do?" Xia Chan came over, hugged Xuan Yu and asked Sang Que.

Sang Que saw a broken door that looked like an ink painting lying in the ruins on the side of the road, and she spread out her right hand.

Just now she wanted to take a risk, open the door and take everyone away from here. Even if the secret was exposed, being alive was the most important thing. As long as they were alive, there would be no hurdles that could not be overcome.

But Yu Da seemed to know what she was thinking and her abilities, so he stopped her.

Now that she calmed down and thought about it, she had no idea about the strength of the fifth level. If she used the talisman money to touch the doors in the ghost realm that had turned into ink, she might directly expose the secret of the talisman money to General Cao.

She didn't know anything about General Cao, so it was still unknown whether the door could be opened in the fifth level of the ghost realm.

But after the secret is exposed, perhaps the ghost troupe and General Cao will choose to sacrifice everyone and force her to stay and keep the Jiuge sacred object.

If this is the result, everyone's life will be cut off.

Sang Que clenched his right hand again. Now he could no longer rely on the money for warding off evil.

Xia Chan was trembling all over, holding Xuan Yu who was still unconscious, and was extremely frightened.

In the ruins of the street, there were people who did not have time to escape, half of their bodies were buried under the rubble, and the other half had merged with the ink painting, twitching from time to time.

Xia Chan didn't want to become like that. She wanted to live. She always wanted to live. She also wanted to follow her sister to eat more delicious food and visit more places to see the scenery.

"Come on, Xiaochan, I'll take you out!"

Suddenly, there was a donkey's bray. Sang Que and Xia Chan turned around and saw the black donkey running wildly among the ruins, followed by several blood-stained "people" with strange smiles. Their faces had been turned into those of a play painted with oil paint, and they were walking the same steps as on the stage, in a strange state.

Yin Tong appeared behind those people, and their heads rolled down and their bodies fell to the ground.

Those must be the surviving people who heard the God of Drama's voice and were unable to resist, and ended up like this.

The black donkey ran to Sangque breathlessly, and the donkey brayed, saying that it arrived just in time.

The summer cicada and the hibiscus sparrow sat on the donkey's back and ran quickly towards the nearest city wall.

Yin Tong paused behind the two men, turned his head to look at the crumbling ink-and-wash mountain, and felt the increasingly strong sense of fear coming from all over the city.

……

Under the square city walls, in a world composed of ink paintings, hundreds of people gathered together, trying to walk to the base of the city wall closest to them, attempting to leave Wangshan City through the gap in the city wall.

The emergence of the ink-and-wash ghost domain suppressed the evil spirits that were originally rampant everywhere. When the ghosts carried the coffins and captured enough people, they also carried the coffins out of the city.

But the cruel fate did not let anyone off. Anyone who touched those things that turned into ink would have traces of ink on their body, and the whole person would gradually fade into the person in the painting, and finally disperse into a pool of ink, and a dark evil ghost would emerge from the ink.

Even if you don't touch it, as everything around them changes, the people are also slowly changing.

Fear and despair dominate everything.

"Oh my God, is Wangshan City going to be destroyed here like Fengning City?"

"Please God, save us. If you can't save us, please let go of the poor children."

"It's a traitor from the Suppression of Evils Division. He brought the Yin Tong who destroyed Fengning City to join the Ghost Opera Troupe and wants to kill us all here!"

Someone once saw Sangque riding the Yintong and he agreed to be recruited by the ghost troupe.

At that time, the group of people had been scattered all over the city, and the news spread quickly, and more and more people knew about it.

Ordinary people did not know the inside story, nor had they seen Yin Tong with their own eyes, so they did not know much about what happened in Fengning City, but they all knew that Fengning City was destroyed and not a single person was left alive.

The current situation in Wangshan City reminds them of Fengning City, and the fear of death always fills their hearts.

Suddenly, the world changed drastically. All the ink and wash around shook. There were cries of surprise from the crowd. Everyone turned to look in the direction of the Evil Suppression Division and saw a huge, bright red face appear on the ink and wash mountain, grinning at the earth.

The cold wind suddenly blew, the temperature dropped sharply, and black snow fell on the ground. Anyone who got touched would immediately have an indelible ink stain on their body, speeding up their assimilation into the ink ghost domain. Amid screams of fear, everyone was in chaos, pushing each other to find a place to hide from the snow.

……

East of the city.

When the officers carrying the flag of the Evil Suppression Bureau saw this situation, they ran away with the flag in their hands. Those who could catch up with them tried their best to chase them, while those who could not catch up were left behind, shouting and crying in despair, looking for refuge.

Kou Yushan had just woken up from a serious injury and could not run at all. Yunniang and her daughter refused to leave him, so he could only take the mother and daughter to a corner and protect them with his big body.

Yunniang hugged her daughter tightly, and the exorcism talisman burned slowly in the lapels of the three people, resisting the power of the black snow.

The little girl was scared and cried, "Mom...Mom..."

Kou Yushan turned his head to look for other places to hide, but there was no other place. Any place that could be sheltered had already been occupied by others. Some people even fought and killed each other for that small space.

The scene was already in chaos.

Kou Yushan's face was covered in blood, his heart was aching and he couldn't breathe. He knew he couldn't hold on for much longer.

After thinking for a few moments, Kou Yushan decisively took out two exorcism talismans from his body and stuffed them into Yunniang's hands.

He put his hands on the wall and completely covered the mother and child with his body.

"Yun Niang, listen to me. The child recognizes you as her mother and not me. How can she live without you? Rather than the three of us dying together, it's better to fight for the two of you to live. Do you understand?"

"mother……"

Yunniang clutched the exorcism talisman tightly, crying bitterly and unable to speak. She listened to the frightened cries of the children beside her, and saw ink marks gradually appearing on the back of Kou Yushan's neck and arms, but he smiled at her.

"I'm sorry, Yushan. It's us who have held you back. It's us who have held you back..."

"Don't be like this, Yunniang. I've lived to this point... and it's been enough... Meeting you... I've made a profit..."

……

North of the city.

Liu Tianyou protected more than a hundred children and climbed out from the collapsed part of the city wall.

This section of the city wall still looks like a normal wall and has not been assimilated into ink and wash.

The Charity Bureau is very close to the northern city wall. When it was built, in order to show that Qinzhou attaches great importance to these orphans, all the Charity Bureaus in Qinzhou’s cities are located not far from the city wall.

The children supported each other as they climbed over the wall. Liu Tianyou kept looking back. Hua Qianmian was the only one left at the rear and didn't know what was going on.

"what!"

Suddenly a scream was heard, and the children who had not gone out stepped back, looking in horror at the traces of ink spreading from both sides, turning the city wall into a complete city wall in the ink painting.

The bricks were mixed with cinnabar, glutinous rice and Tokachi stone fragments, which hindered the spread of the ink and prevented it from spreading very quickly. As the bricks and stones collided with each other, there was still a gap at a higher level that could be crossed.

Liu Tianyou ran over in a hurry, "What are you still standing there for? Come here!"

He folded his hands, half-crouched at the foot of the city wall, and motioned the children to step on his hands and he would carry them up.

The children were all very smart. Without much hesitation, they did not fight, grab or push, and sent the younger ones up one by one first.

The older children who had already climbed onto the top of the wall reached out their hands to help, and their efficiency in climbing over the wall increased.

But there were too many children, and the ink eventually overflowed, and Liu Tianyou felt a chill on his heels.

When he glanced over, he found that one of his feet was already stuck in the ink. The ink was crawling up his leg and eroding his body.

Liu Tianyou trembled with fear and swallowed, but his hands did not change and he continued to help the children over the wall.

At this moment, a little boy suddenly fell down and bumped into a ball of ink. In just a few breaths, the child turned into ink and scattered.

The remaining children screamed and retreated. Liu Tianyou hurriedly asked the children on the city wall to go down and stay away from the wall.

"Master! Come here quickly, Master!"

Most of them ran away and were crying. On Liu Tianyou's side, there were still a dozen older children left.

Liu Tianyou, whose half body had turned ink-colored, could only smile bitterly, "You can go on your own. The Master can't leave. Don't give up until the last moment."

A dozen children tried hard to hold back their tears and bowed to Liu Tianyou together. Then they avoided the ink under their feet and around them and left, looking for a slim chance of survival.

Liu Tianyou limped back to find Hua Qianmian, who was left alone. As he was about to die, his heart was filled with sadness.

"I have always been timid and cautious, never taking risks to try to be a hero, but I didn't expect that I would get myself into trouble just this time. Heaven is unfair, why do evil people live long, while good people have a hard time?"

The inky black snowflakes fell heavily, and there was no need for Liu Tianyou to dodge anymore.

Returning to the street where he met the baby spirit, the ruins on the roadside had become ink paintings. When he was about to die, he was suddenly not afraid anymore and began to appreciate this meticulous and magnificent ink painting of the mountain city.

He is a person who loves painting, and it is a wonderful thing for him to be able to appreciate the paintings while being in them.

The infant spirit and the dwarf clown had disappeared. Liu Tianyou saw the girl in black lying alone on the ground, almost merging into the painting.

Liu Tianyou tried desperately to walk over there, but one of his legs suddenly broke into pieces and turned into ink. He fell to the ground and could only crawl hard.

Climbing to the girl's side, Liu Tianyou's heart trembled and he didn't dare to touch her.

"Girl...you are such a hero!"

"Yeah, I think so too!"

The ink on Hua Qianmian's body was suddenly repelled and dispersed, and a piece of girl's skin fell off her face. She supported herself with her arms and struggled to sit up.

Hua Qianmian turned his head and Liu Tianyou stared in horror.

There are no facial features, just a skin covered with wriggling flesh granulations, which makes people's scalp tingle.

Hua Qianmian turned around, took out a torn but still usable mask and put it on his face.

She was very tired. Just these few movements made her breathless, and the same buds were oozing out of her exposed skin.

"Hey, you're not going to look down on me, are you?"

"what?"

"I'm pretending to be dead." Hua Qianmian snorted and laughed. "Even though I'm pretending to be dead, that ugly monster is not much better. I guess he won't have the energy to chase the kids anymore. But I don't have the energy to run away anymore."

"I've lost so much. I've lost so much money this time. I've even lost my face. My Thousand-Faced Ghost is half dead now. Oh, are you going to die?"

Hua Qianmian looked at Liu Tianyou. He had lost another arm.

Liu Tianyou smiled bitterly and said, "I'm sorry to have embarrassed you, young lady."

"How about giving me your face? I'll live for you."

"what?"

"Forget it, a face is not enough, it's a waste! Black snow! This is the first time I've seen black snow in my life, and it looks pretty good."

Hua Qianmian fell backwards, staring at the sky, letting the black snow fall all over his body. More and more buds of flesh extended from all over his body and from under the mask.

If she can live, she will live. If she can't live, she will die. She had anticipated this when she came here. The only thing was that she had not spent all the money she had hidden.

Tsk~so heartbreaking!

"Scholar, can you please say something? It's too quiet and I'm scared, scholar?"

There was no response. The sound of splashing water came to my ears. I didn't know which part of Liu Tianyou's body, or the whole person, was scattered into ink...

I hope everyone can watch this part to the end. If you don’t watch it to the end, how can you know whether it is a real knife or a fake one? Watch to the end and find out that it is a real knife. It’s not too late to cry, right? (dog head saves life)
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See you tomorrow~
This part is almost finished and will definitely be finished within this week. I will be in a better state and will write much faster!