I have a weird dynasty

Chapter 360 The Grand Drama Begins (asking for monthly tickets)
The night is deep, the cold moon hangs high in the sky, east of Jianshui City.

The pale and cold moonlight sprinkled on the ancient city wall. The city gate tower exuded a gloomy atmosphere. The dark red curtain suddenly dropped down, swaying slightly in the wind, like flowing blood.

The brazier was lit, casting the gradually gathering figures of the actors on the dark red curtain. The humming and humming sounds of their vocal training echoed in the silent night, sharp and eerie.

The instrument masters sat in their chairs, tuning the instruments in their hands. The erhu strings sounded plaintive, and the gongs and drums made dull and depressing sounds, interweaving into a creepy prelude.

The blood crows that were already sleeping were startled by the noise and flew away in groups across the plain outside the east city and past the Jingzhou army camp.

The army's morale was originally high, but at this moment it was disturbed by these strange sounds.

That sharp voice seemed to penetrate their souls, sending chills down their spines and making their hair stand on end, causing an inexplicable feeling of anxiety to well up in their hearts.

"General Qiu, there is movement in Jianshui City!"

The deputy general ran to the central army tent to report. Qiu Wanjun, who was over fifty years old and had half white hair and beard, was sitting calmly in the armchair, reading a military book in his hand. When he heard the deputy general's panicked voice, he didn't even raise his eyes, and he was intimidating without being angry.

"I'm not deaf yet. Who can't hear such a loud noise?"

The deputy general was extremely terrified and bowed his head, clasping his fists. "Please advise the general whether we should prepare for the battle."

Qiu Wanjun turned the last page, closed the book, and thought about what he had just read. After a while, he said, "Go and see what this mob is up to! Beat the drums, and prepare for battle!"

"Yes!"

Boom!Boom!Boom!
The passionate military drum beats resounded through the sky, like rolling thunder, shaking the earth, and instantly broke through the sharp and strange voices and music of the opera troupe on the opposite side.

The gloomy wind turned into a gale, military flags fluttered, and the soldiers in the various camps quickly gathered and formed battle arrays on the plain. The sounds of horse hooves, footsteps, and the collision of weapons intertwined together, forming a surging force.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The shouts were deafening and the momentum was like a rainbow. Any evil spirits within a hundred miles dared not approach.

The troops brought by Jingzhou and Jinzhou were elite troops. There were Bagua mirrors carved from Tokachi stone on the front and back of their armor. Everyone had two weapons, the black iron weapon was for killing people, and the Tokachi stone weapon was for killing ghosts.

Qiu Wanjun is still strong and appeared in front of the army riding a warhorse covered with iron armor. Behind him are two deputy generals with fifth-level strength. One is the middle-aged man who just reported to Qiu Wanjun. He is the commander of Jinzhou, and the other is Taoist Xuanqing sent from Shengjing Ziyun Temple to assist.

Buddhism does not commit the sin of killing and never participates in any fight between any parties. Whenever there is a major war, Buddhist disciples are always in the rear to rescue the displaced people.

After the two deputy generals came the captains drawn from Jingzhou. There were originally ten of them, but now there are only seven left, all of them are assassins.

One was killed on the way here, and the other two were leading scouts and light cavalry, who were supposed to be in front of the army to scout out the situation, but they unexpectedly lost contact.

In the Xuan Dynasty, except for Jingzhou, a fourth-level captain of the Yin-walking people could lead a night patrol in a state. However, in Jingzhou, where royal relatives and aristocratic families gathered, every city had at least two fourth-level captains guarding it.

In the Xuan Dynasty, when two armies fought, there were battles between the Yin-walking people to fight ghosts, and there were also fights between ordinary soldiers and generals. Generally, the Yin-walking people would fight the ghosts first, and when they were exhausted, they would rely on ordinary soldiers and generals to capture the city.

The evil ghosts controlled by Qiu Wanjun have reached the sixth level. With him around, the two deputy generals and seven captains can use the power of the evil ghosts without restriction. If there is a backlash, Qiu Wanjun can use his evil ghosts to suppress and deter them.

The army was facing Jianshui City from a distance. After the shouting and killing, there was silence all around and time seemed to stand still.

The sound of gongs and drums suddenly rang out, and the dark red curtains on the city wall were slowly pulled up on both sides. A warrior with a scary makeup and holding a spear jumped out.

Compared to the one Sang Que had met before, this martial artist was inferior in physique, appearance and even momentum. Unfortunately, the ghost opera troupe couldn't find the leader of the martial arts troupe, so they could only let the people below take over.

The martial artist started with a set of fancy spear moves, his eyes sparkling, he jumped onto the battlements of the city wall, fierce gongs and drums sounded, and he began to sing in a deep and loud voice.

The night is dark, ghost fires are burning, and the battle flags of the evil ghost army are flying.

The ghost general was wearing black armor, with his fangs exposed and his eyes wide open. The ghost soldiers were wielding maces and charging forward with murderous intent.

The underworld is filled with wronged souls, and tonight we will go out to avenge them.

Break through the barrier between Yin and Yang and kill all the evil and treachery in the world.

The sound of gongs and drums gradually became louder. On the empty plain outside the city, a cold wind suddenly blew up, fog rose, and ghostly green fires lit up one after another in the fog. Suddenly, an army of evil spirits appeared.

Some were like dead wood, with shriveled skin and bones, some had swollen chests and abdomens, with pus flowing, some had their heads hanging on their chests, with green faces and fangs. Each one was hideous and terrifying, wearing tattered armor and holding bloody blades.

The leading ghost general is eight feet tall. When he raises his arm, the entire army charges forward. They look like ghosts, erratic and unpredictable.

The fierce momentum brought with it rolling fog, and wherever it passed, the grass and trees withered, leaving no life.

Such a horrifying scene made the soldiers of the two states tense up and feel a chill running through their bones. However, with the generals in front, no one in the army dared to move. They all tensed their bodies and held their weapons tightly.

The army of evil spirits was approaching rapidly, and their wailing sounds seemed to devour all the human souls, bringing people emotions of confusion and despair.

The horse that Qiu Wanjun was sitting on began to get anxious, but Qiu Wanjun remained calm as if facing a catastrophe. He pulled the reins, patted the horse's head, and said to the Taoist priest in yellow robe beside him, "Master Xuanqing, thank you for your help."

The middle-aged Taoist priest, who looked like an immortal and had a radiant face, chuckled and said, "It's just a small matter."

Xuan Qing flipped his wrist, pinched out a yellow talisman with his fingers, and swung it. He disappeared off the horse, leaving only the talisman paper ashes floating in the wind.

The Taoist priest in yellow robe appeared in front of the formation, alone, facing the army of evil spirits that were about to rush in front of him in a breath.

This scene looks grand, and in fact it is the same as Qiu Wanjun being in charge, and his ghost men being able to use the power of evil spirits without limit. The ghost troupe also has high-level people in charge, allowing the martial artists on stage to control more ghost slaves and create a bigger scene.

The Taoist priest in yellow robe took off the exquisite brass Taoist bell from his waist and shook it gently.

The clear sound instantly suppressed all the sounds of ghosts crying and wolves howling, just like sound waves pushing away layer by layer, making people feel clear-headed and clear-eyed.

At the same time, a number of blue-black hands suddenly stretched out from the ground in front of the Taoist priest in yellow robe, and many zombies that had been buried underneath broke out of the ground, also wearing worn, dirty, rusty armor, and carrying a foul smell, to fight against the army of evil spirits.

The two torrents collided fiercely. The zombie's arms were as hard as iron. With one swing, it smashed the evil ghost's body into pieces.

The zombie opened its mouth and spewed out black corpse gas. Any evil spirit that was contaminated by the corpse gas instantly turned into a wisp of black smoke and dissipated.

The ghost general in front was invincible and brave. He chopped off dozens of zombies with the big knife in his hand. Seeing this, the other zombies rushed forward.

Although the army of evil spirits fought hard, they could not withstand the powerful offensive of the zombies.

In less than a cup of tea, the army of evil spirits disappeared like a drop in the ocean, turning into black smoke. The army of zombies still stood firm, like a solid city wall, guarding the front of the army.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The soldiers struck their shields with their weapons and shouted rhythmically, which greatly boosted their morale.

However, before this exciting voice died down, Qiu Wanjun and the Taoist priest in yellow robe in front of him changed their expressions.

The zombies in the front row fell down one after another and melted into a pool of blood. The blood quickly gathered into a lake, in which some huge monster was surging.

On the distant city wall, the martial artist left the stage and a clown jumped up, starting to sing with a laugh.

The competition between the two sides continues!