I have a weird dynasty

Chapter 336 Returning the Property to Its Original Owner (asking for monthly ticket)

At night, Sang Que took Xia Chan back to Dongyang County in a sedan chair. In the sedan chair, Sang Que reminded Xia Chan, "Xiao Chan, you must remember that I am dead now. I was killed by the puppeteer of the ghost troupe. You must act sad and stop laughing."

Xia Chan frowned, remembering the last time everyone thought her sister was dead, and she was too, often so sad that she couldn't eat.

I was really sad and had no appetite at that time, but this time...

"What if the little cicada is hungry?" Xia Chan said aggrievedly.

Sang Que was stunned for a moment, unable to figure out how her death was directly related to Xia Chan's hunger. After carefully thinking about this logical chain, she suddenly realized it.

"Sometimes, when people are overly sad, they will overeat, or turn their grief and anger into strength. You can eat more, and when you are full, you can avenge me."

After hearing this excuse, Xia Chan became happy and nodded vigorously.

"Okay, Xiaochan, eat more, you will be stronger and avenge your sister!"

meow~
Xuanyu lay on Sangque's legs and licked his paws. It was better to be a cat. There was no need to pretend to be sad.

After traveling all night, the two men returned to the outskirts of Dongyang County at dawn the next day. Everywhere they looked was a mess, the land was charred, and there were holes left by artillery everywhere, mixed with blood and mud.

Abandoned siege equipment was scattered under the city walls, and the moat was dyed red with blood. Occasionally, the arms of water ghosts and slaves stretched out from under the water and dragged the remains of people by the river into the water.

A large number of corpses were piled up in a deep pit specially dug in the distance. They had been burned and emitted a foul smell.

Xia Chan went out and asked for the city gate to be opened. Sang Que used the mountain ghost money to hide his body and followed Xia Chan into the city.

He Buning had been waiting on the city wall. As soon as Xia Chan saw him, her eyes rolled around and she started crying in a high-pitched voice.

"Sister Mulan is dead. She was killed by the puppeteer of the ghost troupe. Xiaochan needs to eat to gain strength. Xiaochan wants to avenge her sister!"

Hearing this, everyone around was shocked and couldn't believe it. He Bu Ning's mouth twitched, and Sang Que hid behind Xia Chan with a frown on his face.

Xiao Liu almost believed it at first, but now that he talked less and thought more, he learned to observe and immediately noticed the unnatural expressions of Xia Chan and his captain.

He remembered that his captain was not so calm last time, and Xia Chan did not cry so loudly. He just went aside quietly and ignored everyone.

This is acting, it's so fake!
He Buning tried hard to look surprised, "Come with me and explain the situation clearly."

Xia Chan nodded and followed He Buning to the county government office.

When they arrived at the county government office, He Buning asked Xiaoliu to take Xia Chan to dinner. Sangque secretly tugged at He Buning's sleeve. He Buning understood and took Sangque to the room where he rested and closed the doors and windows.

Sang Que showed up and the two of them briefly explained what had happened in the past few days.

When the news that the puppeteer has captured Yin Tong spreads to the people of Yunzhou, there will inevitably be an internal conflict between Yunzhou and the ghost opera troupe, and the Qianshou Army will also be affected.

"I have already collected the three hundred blood-stained weapons you requested. According to the latest battle report, the reinforcements from Jingzhou have already entered Qinzhou. If things go well, they will be here in about ten days. During this time, you must hide in the dark."

Sang Que nodded, "You don't have to worry about me. Just help me take care of Xiao Chan during the next period of time."

The brother and sister were silent for a while, neither of them knew what to say, and finally Sang Que spoke first.

"Is there anything else you want to ask me?"

He Buning shook his head, not because he didn't want to ask, but because he didn't dare to ask. As for the shotgun that Sang Que gave him, he had used it on the city wall when he was guarding Dongyang County a few days ago. Both its power and loading speed were much stronger than his original flintlock.

This made him deeply afraid of the "fairyland" on the other side of Sangque, and he didn't dare to explore it too much for the time being. At least for now he still had to take care of the current war and couldn't be mentally prepared.

"Then I'll go deliver the goods to the ghost peddler first. If you need anything, please find Xiaochan." "Wait, I have something to return to you."

He Bu Ning stood up and walked behind the screen, and took out an exquisite jade box from the suitcase he was carrying with him. There was a talisman paper stuck on the box.

He handed the box to Sangque and said, "Return it to its original owner."

The jade box was translucent, and Sang Que could see the outline of the contents clearly without opening it. It was her original heart, and it looked... quite fresh.

He Buning warned, "After your heart left your body, it changed a little bit and never decayed. To prevent it from falling into the hands of the bad guys, I always carry it with me. You can decide how to deal with it yourself."

Sang Que was holding the jade box and suddenly had an idea. Could she use her own heart to fill the statue of Xuannv on Mingyue Mountain that was made based on her prototype?
Wait until things here are over and I’ll try it when I get back.

He Buning still had a lot of things to do, so he told Sang Que that the blood-stained weapons were all in the woodshed at the backyard of the county government office, and that there was no one guarding it, so Sang Que could go there by himself.

As for the movements of Yunzhou and Qianshou Army, He Buning has his own channels to learn about it, and he will tell Sang Que when he has the news.

After He Buning left, Sang Que quietly went to the backyard and found the paper figure that the ghost peddler had given her. After burning it, black smoke came out from the ground and it turned into a little ghost wearing a big-headed doll mask.

"The things are ready, please pass them to the peddler."

The little ghost looked at the weapons in the corner of the woodshed, walked around twice, and did not take them directly. He turned into black smoke and drilled into the ground. After a while, another four little ghosts emerged from the ground. The five of them dragged a black cloth bag and stuffed the weapons into the pocket.

No matter how much stuff was stuffed into the pocket, there was no change at all. When all the things were stuffed in, the five little ghosts all bowed to Sang Que to express their gratitude, then dragged the pocket into the ground and disappeared.

The matter with the ghost peddler was settled, and Sang Que returned to Xia Chan's residence.

After eating, Xia Chan sat on the doorstep, staring blankly at her nails. Xuan Yu squatted beside her and licked her paws. The two, big and small, looked exactly the same.

"Xiao Chan, help me watch the door and don't let anyone in."

Sang Que entered the painting and saw Chu Mowei, who had turned into a corpse slave, standing on the dock, wearing black clothes, with white hair and lifeless eyes.

Sang Que asked him to follow her and they came to the fields of the peach garden in the painting.

Normal fields are used to grow crops, but she buried zombies in this field.

In addition to thirty corpse mud zombies and red ghosts, she now has nearly eight hundred ordinary zombies left.

Before, outside Tangyuan County, although Chu Mowei acted and controlled some of her zombies to cause the two sides to fight, in fact, not many were actually killed.

The love-brained man went to great lengths for her, not even wanting to damage her belongings, and tried his best to please her.

Terrible!
At this moment, the white-haired zombies that could not be controlled by her were wandering around the fields. Sang Que ordered Chu Mowei to control these white-haired zombies using the method of controlling puppets.

Chu Mowei took a step forward and simply moved the fingers of his hands hanging by his sides, and the white-haired zombies that were wandering around stopped one after another.

Sang Que knew that there were invisible spider silks in the air that had been buried by Chu Mowei into the bodies of these white-haired zombies, making the white-haired zombies Chu Mowei's puppets.

This kind of control over corpses is the most basic type of control a puppeteer can perform. Ordinary living people can also be controlled by him in this way, which takes a little more time than controlling corpses.

Chu Mowei is not a ghost, there is no ghost in his body. He is half human and half puppet. Sang Que is currently unclear about the specific principles behind his abilities.

In the next few days, her main task is to study Chu Mowei, the puppeteer, and see how much benefit his skills can bring to her.

See you tomorrow~