I have a weird dynasty

Chapter 345 Black Tai Sui (asking for monthly ticket)
"So, what do you want me to do?" Sang Que asked expressionlessly.

Wu Liang said, "Your mother abandoned you carelessly. It was extremely irresponsible of you. You must have been scared when you first went to that world. I don't know if your mother left you any bad words, but I am your uncle. We are family. You should trust us. With our help, you can better protect our world and the people you care about."

Sang Que was somewhat speechless. "I just had a dream here. I dreamed that I was lying on the altar and you were eating me."

Hearing this, Wu Liang's expression changed slightly.

Sang Que continued, "I don't like testing each other. I said at the beginning that it's better for us to talk frankly. Since you are unwilling to tell us your purpose and conspiracy, then I will tell you."

"I guess that the black spot curse on the men of your Wu clan is strengthened as the dark power of this world increases. In other words, if the number of ghosts and monsters in this world increases, your suffering will increase. So you need the witch to banish all the ghosts and dark power in this world to another world, right?"

Wu Liang narrowed his eyes slightly, and Sang Que knew that she guessed right.

Human nature is selfish. Sang Que doesn't believe that the men of the Wu family are really trying to protect the world for some reason. This reason is too false and empty.

They need the witch to do this, and ninety-nine percent of the time it's out of their own interest.

"I originally thought that you always let the priestesses give birth to the next generation when they are close to 30 because of eugenics considerations, so that the next generation of priestesses will be healthier and stronger. But after I had that dream, I found that you have a bigger conspiracy. The bodies of the priestesses who gave birth in the past were finally placed on the altar and eaten by you, right? You can't wait too long and must eat the bodies of the priestesses within a specific time. Why do you do this? Is it related to some kind of belief of yours, or is it because of the curse on you?"

Wu Liang smiled, holding onto the edge of the coffin and taking a few steps back.

"Did you call all those people outside?"

Wu Liang knew that there was nothing to talk about at this point. Sang Que had never lived here since childhood and would not accept their cognition and ideals.

Sang Que did not deny it, "Let me end the tragedy of the witch."

Wu Liang continued to laugh, his smile mocking, "Kid, you are too naive. What do you think has allowed the Wu family to be passed down from the Warring States Period to today? We are the people of God, and we are 'immortal'. Everything you do is in vain, and you will eventually return to the embrace of the Wu ancestors."

"Then I'll take you back first!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Sang Que in front of Wu Liang suddenly disappeared, and a cold murderous intent attacked him from behind his head. Wu Liang opened his eyes wide in horror, but before he had time to think too much, he heard the sound of breaking bones, and his head tilted to the side, as Sang Que broke his neck directly from behind.

Wu Liang threw himself forward. He never thought until his death that Sang Que would be so ruthless and decisive. Moreover, she was able to break through the suppression here. Has she become a ghost walker from another world?
"If you don't want to talk, then shut up forever!"

Sang Que once said that if anyone acted as a riddler in front of her again, she would kill him!

If she hadn't been accumulating strength to prepare for this teleportation and quick kill, she wouldn't even want to say those nonsense.

She only broke through the suppression here a little bit, and her strength did not recover at all.

It was not advisable to stay here for long, so Sang Que fled decisively. However, before she took two steps, her feet suddenly went soft and one of her feet sank into the ground.

Black liquid flowed out from the cracks in the ground, and the hard floor became very soft like fat.

A cold wind blew, and all the candles around were extinguished instantly. Black liquid was oozing out from the walls on all four sides. The stone shell on the surface cracked and fell off, revealing the black fat underneath.

With a creepy "gurgling" sound, Wu Liang's body was swallowed by the fat ground, and all the stone coffins around him began to tilt and sink into the ground little by little. Sang Que suddenly remembered a scene in a novel and the meat ganoderma described in it.

Could this be the mysterious and strange 'Black Tai Sui'?

Sang Que's feet sank deeper and deeper. She felt that all the strength in her body was swallowed up by the black Tai Sui under her feet. It was like a bottomless abyss, filled with an indescribable breath of fear.

The sticky and slippery black tentacles extended from under her feet, climbed onto her legs, and continuously split and pierced into her body, corroding her flesh and blood and devouring everything she had.

The entire floor of the hall had turned into pitch-black fat, mixed with many incomplete half-faces, staring with eyes rolling, all looking towards Sang Que.

Sang Que's scalp suddenly felt numb, her feet were stuck, and her embroidered shoes could not be used. She could only grab the human bone dice from her pocket and throw it at a coffin lid in the distance that had not yet sunk in.

The dice was spinning, and before it fell, it suddenly cracked in mid-air.

Just when Sang Que was at a loss, there were cracking sounds above his head. Large pieces of bricks and stones broke and fell, and a big hole appeared in the ceiling.

"elder sister!"

Xia Chan's head popped out of the hole, her brows furrowed and her black hair radiating out.

Sang Que raised his hand, and his black hair wrapped around Sang Que's wrist and continued to extend to Sang Que's waist. Xia Chan puffed his cheeks and exerted all his strength to pull Sang Que out of the quagmire of Hei Tai Sui.

When coming out of the underground, Sangque looked down for the last time. In the vast dark and sticky air, all human eyeballs gathered together to form an extremely large eyeball, staring at Sangque closely.

Sang Que's legs were covered with black spots eroded by the Black Tai Sui, just like the curse on Wu Liang. Under the stare of that eyeball, the muscles in Sang Que's legs atrophied rapidly, and pus-filled blisters oozing black water appeared.

The feeling of pain and horrifying images kept flashing through her mind. Sang Que's vision began to distort. She felt that all the snakes wrapped around her body were poisonous snakes, raising their heads and spitting at her.

A manic and murderous emotion surged in her heart, prompting her to kill those "venomous snakes".

But Sang Que still had her sanity. She knew that these were all illusions. She endured the double torture of pain and fear, waiting for Xia Chan to pull her up completely.

After collapsing on the floor on the first floor, Sang Que's hallucinations had not yet disappeared, and her legs were paralyzed and she couldn't stand up at all.

"How are you doing, sister?"

Xia Chan came closer with concern. In Sang Que's eyes, Xia Chan looked like a human-shaped being made up of countless poisonous snakes. All the poisonous snakes on its face raised their heads and hissed at Sang Que.

At this time, the walls on the first floor also began to ooze black liquid. It was very likely that the entire ancient house was the body of Hei Tai Sui. She was suppressed very badly here. If she left Hei Tai Sui's range, she might be able to use the power of the Mountain Ghost Money to purify the black spots on her legs.

Sang Que clenched his fists and tried to suppress the fear in his heart. "Xiao Chan, please carry me away from here, as far away from the old house as possible."

Xia Chan patted her chest confidently, "Don't worry, sister, Xiao Chan will protect you!"

Xia Chan carried Sang Que on his back, and Sang Que felt as if it was surrounded by a group of snakes. The feeling of Xia Chan's hair scratching against its skin made Sang Que tremble all over, and the desire to fight back in his heart became stronger and stronger.