I have a weird dynasty

Chapter 359: The Army is at the Gate of the City (asking for monthly tickets)

Deng Shi reached into his armor and pulled out a crumpled black talisman paper from his chest.

It was like the ghost soldier talisman that Sang Que had used before, but the runes on it were different. Deng Shi also took out his Night Wanderer official seal and cut his palm, hoping to get some blood out. As a result, he was now severely eroded by the ghosts, and yellow soil was flowing out of his palms.

Feeling the pressure from Sang Que, Deng Shi shrank back and said, "Lady, wait a moment."

"let me help you!"

Sang Que walked up to Deng Shi and put one hand on Deng Shi's shoulder with an unquestionable attitude. The double pressure of the Yin Tong and the Gui Xin Xin bride emanated from Sang Que. The chilling and biting breath made Deng Shi tremble all over, as if he was strangled by an evil ghost and would die if he moved even a little.

But soon, the palm of his hand that was originally oozing yellow soil began to return to normal, and blood began to flow out from his palm again.

Be honest!
The grave ghost in his body shrank back and no longer attacked him, nor did it want the promised reward!

Sang Que withdrew her hand, and Deng Shi looked at Sang Que in astonishment. He couldn't imagine how terrifying and powerful the evil ghost in her body must be to scare him into such a cowardly state.

Sang Que raised his chin slightly, and Deng Shi realized that the blood on his palm was still flowing. He quickly smeared the blood on the official seal and then printed the official seal on the talisman paper.

The talisman paper immediately ignited a cluster of black fire, which flickered like a firefly and flew in one direction to lead the way for the two people.

This was the method of contact agreed upon by the military before the trip. The talisman was drawn by a special person the day before departure and could not be counterfeited, thus ensuring safety.

In case of emergency, you can write eight words in blood on the back of the talisman paper, and the talisman fire will find Qiu Wanjun.

Deng Shi didn't do it before because he knew that if they really needed help, they were not qualified enough for Qiu Wanjun to help. Jingzhou had already mastered the method of artificially creating ambushes, and he had seen successful examples.

Deng Shi ran in front chasing Fu Huo. He didn't care whether Sang Que had ulterior motives or not. He just wanted to survive. If he really had ulterior motives, General Qiu was a sixth-level Yin-walking general, the top figure in the Xuan Dynasty. He didn't believe that Sang Que could do anything wrong in General Qiu's hands.

The black talisman fire moved like a snake in the mass grave. When it reached a dead tree, it suddenly rushed forward and disappeared.

Deng Shi followed closely behind and disappeared after passing the dead tree. Sang Que paused and observed around the dead tree. Her resurrection function was now marked once every 6 hours. She had just used it, and it would be a long time before the next time.

I hope she won’t encounter a big war right after entering, giving her some buffer time, otherwise she will have to escape back to modern times and hide for a while.

Just as he was about to walk over, Sangque discovered a small shrine under the dead tree.

"The shrine of the earth ghost?"

The earth ghost often appears near people who have something to pray for, attracting people to pray to it. A wish can be made with just a little food, but it is not so easy to fulfill the wish afterwards, as the earth ghost ultimately wants human life.

Sang Que hasn't seen an earth ghost for a long time. The appearance of an earth ghost here may be due to the worry she had just felt in her heart, which to some extent triggered the conditions for the appearance of an earth ghost. On the other hand, it may be due to the changes in the entire Qinzhou environment, making it easier for all ghosts to appear and wreak havoc.

Sangque ignored the shrine and walked past the dead tree.

The fog was blinding, and after a moment of trance, what was before my eyes was no longer an endless mass grave. Instead, there was a normal forest, and there was no evil fog. The moon was high above my head, and there were no clouds in the sky. The view was very clear.

It doesn't look like a ghost realm at all. It's more normal than the normal world. Sang Que didn't feel a trace of ghostly aura.

Deng Shi was chasing the black talisman fire in front, Sang Que teleported to close the distance and followed closely behind. No matter what, he had to follow him to find Qiu Wanjun first.

……

In the central part of Qinzhou, a water city was built.

On the east gate, a purple-clad woman was holding a pipa, half covering her face. Her red nails occasionally swept across the strings, making a series of clacking sounds. The torches on the city wall swayed in the wind. The woman looked up into the distance. At the end of her sight, the tents were densely packed together, like a huge black shadow covering the earth, which was daunting.

News had already come from the south that the Qianshou army was defeated by the Jiangzhou army, and the elite members of the ghost theater troupe had also suffered heavy casualties. The Jiangzhou army was now encircling this place.

Now in front of them is a total of 200,000 troops from Jingzhou and Jinzhou. If they wait for Jiangzhou to arrive, they will face a siege of more than 300,000 troops led by a sixth-level Zou Yin general.

The main force that the Qianshou Army can gather now is about 200,000. This battle is not easy to fight, but...

The woman turned around and looked somewhere in the city.

In a teahouse not far from the city wall, the sickly storyteller Mo Yanshu, dressed in white, was coughing and looking at Luo, the manager of the traffic department of the ghost troupe opposite.

"You guys want to kill me."

Manager Luo smiled kindly. The next battle would determine the life or death of the ghost troupe.

If they win, the Ghost Opera Troupe can completely take over Qinzhou, and according to the guidance of the God of Drama, they can implement the "New Deal" in Qinzhou to cultivate the foundation of the Ghost Opera Troupe, and hopefully make further progress in the future.

If they lose, the Ghost Troupe will have risked everything they have, suffered heavy losses, and will have no chance to try again.

"Mr. Mo, you are joking. I don't want you to really help us win this battle. I just hope that Mr. Mo can help us a little bit while ensuring your own safety."

Mo Yanshu smiled faintly, took off the pure white mask from his waist and threw it on the table, then leaned back.

"If Manager Luo thinks this is easy to do, then take my incense burner and find someone who can do it."

Manager Luo is not stupid. Storytellers have very special abilities. If he does not have the ability to write a good story and control the overall situation between words, it is easy to kill his own people.

After all, the story itself will not let anyone go. Even the protagonist will die in the story for the sake of the theme of horror.

Moreover, stories are very exhausting for the writer. Mo Yanshu has been a storyteller for more than 20 years, which shows his ability.

"What do you want, Mr. Mo? You must be asking for something since you are here at this critical moment."

Mo Yanshu said casually, "I have always just wanted to meet your class leader to confirm some things. I only care about the stories behind each person. I don't care about anything else. Don't tell me that your class leader is not here. If it weren't for him personally taking action, the strange rain in Qinzhou would not have formed such a large scale."

Manager Luo smiled and said, "Since you have seen it, we have nothing to deny. This rain was indeed prayed for by the troupe owner to the God of Drama in order to build a bigger stage and perform a drama that will shock the ancient and modern times. At that time, our troupe owner will appear on stage in person."

"That is why the troupe leader has to burn incense and bathe to offer sacrifices to the gods of drama. Before the show begins, it is not convenient to see guests. This is the rule of our troupe. If Mr. Mo is willing to lend a helping hand, our troupe leader will definitely come to thank you."

Mo Yanshu lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, "Okay, I'll make an exception and help you this time, but I have a request. Please convey it to your class leader. If you win this battle, I need you to help me kill one person and save one person."

Manager Luo's eyes lit up. "Who to kill? Who to save?"

Mo Yanshu dipped his finger into tea and wrote four words on the table.

Prime Minister!

Gu Master!

I feel much better today, but my throat is always itchy at night and I keep coughing. I don’t know when it will pass. I hope everyone is healthy and the virus goes away!

See you tomorrow~