I have a weird dynasty

Chapter 246 Impersonation (asking for monthly ticket)

Modern, New Year's Eve.

Sang Wan changed the bedclothes in the living room to a set of red ones, placed dried fruits on the coffee table, and turned on the TV to play a special program before the Spring Festival Gala.

"Come on, General. Mommy will also change your collar for you today and give you a big red envelope tomorrow morning, okay?"

Sang Wan squatted in front of the general and changed his collar. The name tag on the collar was specially chosen with a golden "Fu" character on one side, which gave it a strong New Year atmosphere.

Woof! Woof woof!

The general liked it very much and leaned over to lick Sang Wan.

After laughing for a while, Sang Wan looked towards Sang Que's room. He said he would come back in the afternoon, but it was almost eight o'clock in the evening. What delayed him?

"You can play by yourself. Mom will go help Aunt Xu cook."

Sang Wan rubbed the general's head and went to the kitchen to help.

Xu Shufen was wearing an apron and cooking fish. She had already ordered dishes from the restaurant, but the older generation was not used to this and insisted that she at least cook two dishes herself to create a New Year atmosphere.

After the dishes were prepared and laid out, Xu Shufen sat down to rest and glanced at the clock on the wall.

"Why hasn't Xiaoque come back yet?"

Sang Wan smiled and said, "Maybe the plane is delayed. Now the phone is turned off, so it probably hasn't landed yet."

Xu Shufen nodded, "Being a star is tiring. There's no holiday during Chinese New Year, and we still have to rush through announcements."

"Maybe I'll be even busier in the future." Sang Wan smiled bitterly, "I won't wait for her. It's a good thing for my child to have her own career. As a mother, I can't let her worry. I'll just adapt to her work pace from now on. Aunt Xu, one of us will go."

Sang Wan opened his drink and clinked glasses with Xu Shufen to celebrate the New Year.

Sang Wan took two slices of beef from the table and fed them to the general, pretending to be relaxed.

The Spring Festival Gala was halfway through and Xu Shufen was too old to continue and wanted to go back home to rest early. Sang Wan asked the general to send Xu Shufen back.

The general was very smart and was able to come back by himself. He lived in the same community, not far away.

After the general sent Xu Shufen out, Sang Wan could no longer suppress his panic and went to Sang Que's room to check the big box that she used when she left.

This is also her suggestion, don't use the door at home, use movable boxes.

In this way, if there is any inconvenience at home, she can move the box to another place to reduce the risk of the mulberry bird being exposed.

"What happened!"

Sang Wan was anxious and ran to the study to take out the papers that Sang Que brought her. She put the paper with the mountain ghost token on top and prayed sincerely to the witch to give her some inspiration.

Just after he finished praying, he heard a noise outside. Sang Wan immediately stood up and rushed to the living room. When he saw the person who suddenly appeared in the living room, his heart trembled.

"mom……"

"Little bird!"

Sang Wan strode over and looked at Sang Que with concern. Her clothes were dirty and torn, her hair was covered with dust, her face was covered with traces of blood and tears, her skin was pale, and her lips were chapped, it was a horrible sight.

Sang Que's hands were very cold, so cold that they didn't look like living people's hands, which made Sang Wan's heart tremble.

Sang Que started crying as soon as she saw Sang Wan, "Mom, they are all dead, all dead, Yu Da is dead, Kou Yushan is dead, Cui Cheng and Fifth Brother are all dead, I can't save them, I can only watch them die, I am so sad..."

"And Liu Tianyou, I was the one who called him to Wangshan City, and he died too. I was the one who killed him. Mom, I'm so sad. What should I have done to prevent this from happening? Mom, it hurts so much, it hurts so much..."

Sang Wan hugged Sang Que in her arms and said, "It's okay, it will be okay, don't be like this, it hurts somewhere, are you injured? Tell mom and I'll take you to the hospital."

Sang Wan let go of Sang Que and glanced at her whole body.

Tears of blood flowed from Sang Que's eyes, and he slowly raised his hand to open his clothes.

Sang Wan gasped and sat up suddenly from the sofa. His ears were ringing sharply, the world was spinning, and his heart was pounding.

"...We gather together to bid farewell to the old and usher in the new, and celebrate the arrival of the new year together..." Sang Wan could not hear the sound coming from the TV at all, nor could he see the enthusiastic face of the host. All he could think of was the last moment before he woke up from the dream, a huge bloody hole in Sang Que's chest, with no heart inside.

Sang Wan covered her mouth, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably.

Something must have happened to Xiaoque!
Sang Wan's legs went weak and he fell to the ground as soon as he stood up, knocking over the dried fruits on the table.

Enduring the pain, Sang Wan got up again and ran to the study, tremblingly taking out the paper that Sang Que brought back from the Gui Dynasty.

She paused again while thinking about how to start writing.

She now had no idea what had happened or where it had happened. Even if she were to use the method of reference, the scope was too general and many people would be included in it, and the story might not necessarily be focused on Sang Que.

Sang Que’s real name cannot be written directly on paper. Even the storyteller himself does not dare to write it, for fear that something terrible will happen if he does.

But she can't write about modern things either.

Sang Wan pinched her trembling and numb hands. In fact, she had tried it several times when Sang Que was not at home, and finally found that this paper and this ability had no effect on anything in the modern world.

Although she felt that this was unreasonable, after all, her identity as a storyteller was recognized by the modern world, and the result could not influence the modern world, which was illogical.

Sang Wan didn't know the deeper reason. She just wanted Sang Que to come back, intact and well.

ding dong~
The cell phone rang. Sang Wan glanced over and trembled all over.

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*
Weird Dynasty, New Year's Day.

The sick Mo Yanshu, wearing a thick cloak, sat by the window on the second floor of the restaurant, holding a small hand warmer, looking at the streets below decorated with lights and lanterns, but there was no New Year atmosphere at all.

Even the sky is covered with haze.

The cold wind made Mo Yanshu cough. The discussion among the people below gradually became more and more lively. They were all talking about the ghost disaster caused by the Yin Tong in Wangshan City last night, and the only female night wanderer in the Suppression of Evils Bureau.

When this incident was mentioned, everyone praised the female night tourer for being as brave as any man. Compared with other people on the notice, the three words "female night tourer" were more topical, especially since she was written in the first place, and it was obvious that she had made the greatest contribution.

“Junior brother, in order to protect her, you have learned to go against the iron rules of the Evil Suppression Division and made such a big fuss. How will you feel when you find out that she is the sister you want to kill? Interesting, cough, cough, cough!”

Unable to withstand the cold wind, Mo Yanshu closed the window. When he turned around, he saw a wooden puppet in the room, standing beside the table, facing him with its painted face and making a strange, hoarse voice.

"Wan Xiangtou is dead, and the corpse nest is nowhere to be found. Everything we have done has helped Yin Tong. You'd better give an explanation to the God of Drama."

The Ghost Theater Troupe fought in the battle of Wangshan City, and even their leader Wan Hongtu from Qinzhou was sacrificed, not to mention the manpower and material resources they had previously prepared. It can be said that they were seriously injured.

As a result, all the benefits went to Yin Tong. Originally, this power of fear could have enhanced the overall strength of the ghost troupe.

It's just like the incense burner of the Exorcist's Office can absorb the incense from the people as a whole, and then distribute it to everyone through the mask.

The power of fear is a negative incense. The more people are afraid of the ghost troupe, the stronger the power the ghost troupe gets through the masks.

But now, even if the people from the ghost troupe came out and claimed responsibility for the ghost disaster in Wangshan City, no one would believe them. Those ignorant people would only believe the notices posted by the Evil Suppression Bureau!
This morning, some of their subordinates went to the sign and tried to say that this was the work of a ghost troupe, but were laughed at by the crowd.

They said that the Ghost Troupe was just a group of low-class actors and a mob, and they were far inferior to Yin Tong, a high-level evil ghost who could destroy two cities with one move. They said that the Ghost Troupe wanted to use Yin Tong to become famous, which was simply shameless.

Who is shameless?!
The man was also reported to the Suppression of Evil by enthusiastic citizens, and now the day patrol officers of the Suppression of Evil are searching the entire county for him.

Hearing the puppeteer's words, Mo Yanshu shrugged and chuckled, "I can only make the whole thing happen. As for how it will turn out after it happens, I can't control it. A righteous man will have many helpers. I can only say that you are unlucky."

The puppet remained silent.

Mo Yanshu coughed twice and said, "Now that things have failed, you'd better stay quiet for a while, wait for the situation to calm down, and then plan an uprising. By then, I will help you."

The man and the puppet looked at each other for a moment. Mo Yanshu lowered his head and coughed twice. When he looked up again, the puppet had disappeared.

Clank, clank, clank…

"Knives, scissors, rouge, jewelry, and sundries~~"

From outside there came the sound of a peddler shaking a rattle and hawking his wares. Mo Yanshu chuckled, picked up his folding fan and left the restaurant.