I have a weird dynasty

Chapter 34 Out of Control (Thank you for the extra chapter)
Woof woof! Woof woof woof!

Early in the morning, Sang Wan was awakened by the cry of the little general. The little general had not yet developed good defecation habits, so he was temporarily kept in a cage in the garden.

Sang Wan sat up, holding onto the bed railing, and opened the curtains with the remote control.

It was grey and foggy outside, with no sunlight.

"Is it going to rain heavily? The sky is so gloomy?"

Rumble!
As soon as Sang Wan finished speaking, heavy rain came. The raindrops as big as beans hit the windows with a crackling sound. The strong wind blew up the gauze curtains, and a fishy smell of mud soon filled the house.

"Little Bird - come and help your mother close the window."

Sang Wan grabbed the railing and got out of bed, calling Sang Que. There was a sound of dishes colliding outside, but no one from Sang Que responded.

Woof woof! Woof woof woof!

The little general was still barking, and Sang Wan guessed that he was frightened by the thunder.

Sang Wan got on a wheelchair and went outside. The room was dark and no lights were on. Sang Que's face could not be seen due to his loose hair. He stood in front of the rice cooker with his back to her, motionless.

"Xiao Que, are you going to make breakfast for mom today?"

Sang Wan greeted him, but Sang Que didn't respond.

Rumble!
Lightning cut through the darkness. Sang Wan turned to look at the dining table and his breathing paused.

There were five bowls of rice sticking out of the round dining table, with a pair of chopsticks sticking straight into each bowl of rice. The stools were pulled away, as if someone was sitting at the table eating.

Sang Wan shuddered and got goose bumps all over his body, feeling that something was wrong with Sang Que.

"Little bird?"

Sang Que still kept her head down, grabbed a thin kitchen knife, walked past Sang Wan without saying a word, entered her own room and closed the door.

Sang Wan looked at the five bowls of rice on the table, swallowed, turned his wheelchair to find Sang Que, and asked for clarification.

Tear...tear...

Just as Sang Wan opened Sang Que's door a crack, he heard the sound of a sharp weapon scratching cloth from inside. Sang Wan was horrified and slowly opened the door a little bit at a time.

In the dim room, Sang Que sat on the ground with her back to the door. Various dolls were scattered around her. She kept swinging the knife, breaking the dolls into pieces.

Lightning flashed across the sky, and cold wind blew in from the half-open window, making Sangque's long hair disheveled, exuding an eerie and strange atmosphere.

Sang Wan's hair stood on end, but he couldn't help but ask, "Xiao Que?"

Sang Que paused in swinging the knife, dropped the doll with its eyes gouged out, stood up and slowly turned around to look at Sang Wan sitting in a wheelchair.

There was no light in those black and white eyes, they were empty and cold.

Sang Wan's heart trembled. This was not Sang Que, this was not her daughter.

Sang Que raised the knife in his hand little by little and approached Sang Wan step by step.

Sang Wan pulled the wheelchair control lever in fear, but the wheelchair did not move at all. She could only watch Sang Que getting closer and closer, with the tip of the knife flashing coldly.

"Xiao Que!!" Sang Wan closed her eyes and shouted, and the tip of the knife stopped in front of her.

Rumble!
Thunder roared, and Sangque's empty eyes suddenly regained their luster.

Seeing his mother in front of him with a pale face and trembling body, and then looking at the knife in his hand pointed at his mother, and the dolls around him that were torn into pieces, Sang Que trembled all over, and was so scared that he dropped the kitchen knife and stepped back.

No matter what the situation, Sang Que could control herself and stay calm, but at this moment, she couldn't suppress her fear and terror.

She clearly locked the door, why would she...

Sang Que looked at the door of his room. It was not damaged by violence and he went out through the door normally.

She hasn't learned to control Guichou yet, but Guichou has already started to control her?

Seeing her mother in shock, Sang Que's panic became increasingly difficult to control.

"I...I'm going out for a while!"

Sangque went back to the house, got some things, and ran away.

"Little bird!"

Sang Wan called Sang Que from behind, but only heard the sound of the door closing. Sang Wan lowered her head, looked at her weak legs, pounded them hard, and finally couldn't control her tears.

*
Four o'clock in the afternoon, outside Xujiawan Village.

The sky was gloomy and dark.

In the square of the exhibition center, a few old men gathered in a corner playing chess, a few children were chasing and playing with each other, and a group of old ladies dragged speakers and occupied the venue to start square dancing.

Unlike the bustling square, the village was deathly silent behind the construction fence across the road.

Four young people, two men and two women, stood in front of a mobile phone stand used for live broadcast, with their backs to Xujiawan Village, and greeted the camera.

One of the yellow-haired guys held up his phone and pointed it at the screen. "Hello everyone, it's eight o'clock in the evening on the Ghost Festival. I'm your Huang Zhongyu, the ghost-hunting anchor who could have relied on his looks but chose to die. Next to me is..."

"Young man, today is August 8, not August 13, which is the Ghost Festival. And it's 8pm now, not 18pm. What are you doing?"

An old man who was watching nearby, with his hands behind his back, couldn't help but interrupt Huang Zhongyu.

Huang Zhongyu hurriedly stopped recording. The cute girl next to him in short hot pants and a cat-ear headband said to the old man with a smile, "Uncle, stop messing around. We are recording a program. Xujiawan Village is so weird that we dare not go in on the Ghost Festival. Why don't we take advantage of the fact that it is as cloudy as night and quickly record some footage and leave."

The old man suddenly took out a red armband from his pocket and put it on in front of the four people. Their expressions immediately became extremely embarrassed.

"Young man, this place is off-limits now. Do you want to leave on your own, or do you want me to call the police to escort you?"

Huang Zhongyu hurriedly apologized with a smile, "Uncle, when I came here a few days ago, no one was in charge. Why are you suddenly not allowed in? Did something happen inside?"

The old man was furious, "Go! Don't ask about things that you shouldn't ask about. Go, go, go!" The old man drove them away, and the four had to leave in disappointment. However, they would not miss this good opportunity today. They waited for the old man to inspect somewhere else, and then found another gap in the fence and slipped into the village.

In front of the deserted ruins, Huang Zhongyu resumed recording, introducing them one by one as the 'Four Heavenly Kings of Ghost Hunting'.

The girl with short hair, cat ears, T-shirt and hot pants, and a lively and cheerful personality is Qi Xiaomiao.

The cool woman next to her with long black curly hair, big red lips and wearing a retro red dress is Sister Hong.

There was also a muscular man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, a crew cut, wearing clothes with the words "Red Sun Fitness Center" printed on them, holding a crowbar and grinning, his name was Zhang Da Kui.

After recording the opening remarks, the four people checked their portable video recorders.

Huang Zhongyu said to the others, "Xujiawan Village was originally called Shanshen Village. Every year around the Ghost Festival, there are strange sacrificial ceremonies. Perhaps today is the day for the ceremony. Let's form groups of two and see if we can capture anything. If not, we can stick to the original plan."

"Sister Hong and I will mainly go to the Fushou Paper Shop, Fatty's Pork Shop, and Kangmin Clinic. Xiao Miao, you and Da Kui continue to hype up the loli and the macho CP, and go to the July Photo Studio, Qiaoyi's Tailor Shop, and Brothers Watch Shop. Create some scary spots as appropriate. We have to get out before eight o'clock, and be careful of that old man."

"I understand!" Qi Xiaomiao answered energetically.

Zhang Da Kui was hitting the crowbar in his hand. The 1.8-meter-tall sturdy man and the 1.5-meter-tall Qi Xiaomao stood together, giving them a very two-dimensional CP feeling.

After the discussion, the four of them entered Xujiawan Village together and passed through the ruins in front that had not been demolished.

"What a thick fog~ A-choo~ It's so cold and gloomy~"

Qi Xiaomao rubbed his arms and looked around. There was no fog outside, but as soon as he entered the village, the fog became thicker and thicker. It was not hot and stuffy, but rather damp and cold.

"Meow, I'll give you my coat."

Zhang Da Kui immediately took off his sports jacket and put it on Qi Xiao Miao, already getting into his role.

Sister Hong, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said, "It rained this morning, and the humidity is high. It's normal for fog to form in the summer with high temperatures. Xujiawan Village is on the shady side of Longjiliang Mountain, so it's normal for it to be cold and cloudy."

Passing through the ruins in front, the four people walked onto the main street of Xujiawan Village. The mist was flowing in wisps, emitting a strange green color. The footsteps of the four people echoed in the deserted village.

The surrounding area is full of old and greasy street shops, with shabby tables, chairs and benches covered with faded tarpaulins piled in the corners, and the walls are covered with advertisements for certificate applications.

"Look what that is?" Qi Xiaomao pointed to the intersection ahead.

When they walked over, they found three bowls at the intersection, which contained steamed buns, roast chicken and fruit respectively. They were surrounded by bricks in a circle, and there was wax left by burning red candles on both sides.

Qi Xiao Miao was curious and wanted to touch it, but Huang Zhongyu stopped her and said, "Don't move. They must be offering sacrifices to the mountain gods. Let's not offend them casually. Let's take a picture first. Fatty's Pork Shop is just in front. Sister Hong and I will go there. You guys will go over there later. July Photo Studio is at the intersection."

Huang Zhongyu pointed a direction to Qi Xiaomao and Zhang Da Kui, and took Sister Hong to the door of the Fat Man’s Pork Shop in front.

The ground in front of the pork shop was covered in thick oil, and a pungent odor emanated from the sewer. The rolling door was half open, and there were handprints left by rubbing off dust at the door opening. It seemed that someone had been here not long ago.

Sister Hong maintained her cool demeanor and stood outside the store, looking around.

Huang Zhongyu held the microphone and filmed the faded red sign of the pork shop while saying, "Friends, this is the location of the little-known corpse dismemberment case in Xujiawan Village. The owner, Fatty Li, looks honest and kind. He feeds stray cats and dogs with pork scraps on weekdays. Neighbors say he is a good man."

"But! You can't judge a person by his appearance. This Fatty Li is actually a child molester and a cat abuser. Fortunately, he was discovered and reported by a kind-hearted lady. Who would have known that Fatty Li would brutally kill this kind-hearted lady in revenge, cut her into pieces like pork and hung her in the store, and then slit his throat in his pork shop."

"The reason why this shop has been preserved until now is, firstly, because someone died and no one dared to rent it anymore, and secondly, many people said that they had seen the ghost of the fat man appear in the pork shop, and that anyone who entered the pork shop would be chased and killed by the ghost of the fat man. Of course, this is all feudal superstition. Our ghost exploration is to dispel these deceptive legends. Now I will take you in to have a look."

Sister Hong followed Huang Zhongyu and watched him lift the rolling shutter door and go in. She was about to follow him when suddenly a cat meowed and a black cat jumped out from the side. Sister Hong screamed and stepped back, almost getting scratched.

"What's wrong?" Huang Zhongyu poked his head out.

Sister Hong was still in shock, "It's okay, it's just a black cat."

The pork shop was shabby and messy, with the typical layout of a pork shop, an abandoned refrigerator, hooks on the wall for hanging pork, an oversized meat chopping table, a sink covered with black stains, and a moldy and smelly mop.

"...See? This is probably where the bodies were dismembered. Imagine a fat man with a lot of flesh on his body, shirtless and wearing black rubber overalls, holding a kitchen knife, and smashing again and again..."

Sister Hong pointed the camera on her body at Huang Zhongyu and recorded his "performance".

There was really nothing in the shop, so after the two of them had taken enough photos, they came out of the shop and prepared to go to the Fu Shou paper-making shop in front.

Chop! Chop! Chop!
A sudden chopping sound came from behind, which was particularly loud in the abandoned village and echoed repeatedly.

Huang Zhongyu and Sister Hong's hair stood on end instantly. They looked at each other, trying to confirm whether it was arranged by the other.

"Go back and take a look?" Huang Zhongyu asked Sister Hong.

Sister Hong shook her head vigorously to indicate no.

But Huang Zhongyu has set up a character that is courting death. With such a good opportunity, if he manages to capture something, becoming a host with millions of fans is not a dream!
Huang Zhongyu returned to the pork shop despite Sister Hong's obstruction.

Unexpectedly, as Huang Zhongyu stepped into the pork shop, the rolling shutter door suddenly slammed down, locking him inside.

"Zhongyu!"

Sister Hong was shouting outside in panic, but there was no sound from inside.

A cold wind blew on the back of her neck, and Sister Hong got goose bumps all over her body. She saw someone behind her out of the corner of her eye, and she turned around suddenly.

At the entrance of the alley opposite, there was a shirtless fat man wearing rubber overalls, holding a bloody butcher knife. His neck was broken in half, his huge head was tilted, and he rushed towards Sister Hong with his eyes wide open and the bone-chopping knife raised.

"what--"

Screams broke through the sky.

In the square opposite Xujiawan Village, old men were playing chess, children were having fun, and a group of middle-aged women were turning on the speakers and dancing cheerfully in the square. It was as peaceful as ever.

laugh--

The bus arrived at the station and opened its doors. Sang Que, wearing a black sportswear, carrying a box containing a hunting bow and pulling his baseball cap down, got off the bus and looked towards the cloudy Xujiawan Village opposite.

Have you ever seen an author who adds free updates before his work is released? Today you have seen one, and it's me!
I updated two chapters today, with a total of 6800+ words, as a thank you to all the dears for their tips and monthly votes during the free period of the new book. The free period of the new book is over. I will start calculating the tips and monthly votes again after the book is put on the shelves on April 4st. Currently, there is one leader, and I owe him 1 chapters.

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