I have a weird dynasty

Chapter 361 Discovery (asking for monthly ticket)

As Sang Que was following Deng Shi through the woods, they heard bursts of shouting and screaming, some distance away from them.

"You're right, the army is in that direction!" Deng Shi pointed to Sang Que excitedly.

This movement must mean that the war has already begun.

"Just walk slowly. I'll go over and take a look first."

Sang Que decisively left Deng Shi behind, summoned the ghost sedan chair, sat on it himself, and rushed towards the place where the battle was about to begin.

The ghost sedan only moved forward for less than ten minutes before it suddenly collapsed into the woods as if it had hit a solid wall. Sang Que was thrown out of the sedan. Fortunately, she had quick reaction and rolled on the ground to stabilize her body.

After that, no matter what methods Sang Que used, he could not get the Five Ghosts to come out and carry the sedan chair again.

Sang Que thought that where the two armies were fighting, there was a sixth-level Zou Yin general stationed there, so there must be some kind of protective measures.

She tried to approach on foot, but there was no hindrance. There was no hindrance when she teleported, except that the Five Ghosts were blocked.

After taking two steps forward, Sang Que suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart.

To be precise, it was an intuition that made her feel uneasy about everything around her.

Sang Que was confused. She used her ghost eyes to scan the surroundings but couldn't see anything. However, the further she walked, the more she wanted to leave quickly.

What she wanted was still ahead. The strong desire and this sense of panic collided with each other, making Sang Que very uncomfortable.

Sang Que stopped and used up a Qian hexagram to open his eyes and look.

Although the Qian Gua's eyes are open for a short time, they can see deeper things than the ghost eyes.

Sang Que moved the fingers of her right hand, and the moment she activated the Qian Gua, her sight was suddenly pulled forward, through the woods, through the battlefield that had turned into a lake of blood, through the city wall with a stage, through the Qianshou army that was ready for battle in the city behind, through the deserted streets in the city, and finally landed in a private room of a teahouse.

A sickly man in white was coughing and writing at the desk.

Storyteller, Mo Yan Shu!
Sang Que opened her eyes in horror. Before the Qian hexagram became ineffective, the tip of Mo Yanshu's pen in her sight paused and he suddenly turned his head.

At this moment, his eyes were struck with stinging pain. Sang Que endured the severe pain and activated the Xun Gua, hiding all traces of himself. He closed his eyes and stood there motionless, even holding his breath.

In Jianshui city.

Mo Yanshu looked at the lamp next to him. The inexplicable popping sound of the lamp just now interrupted his thoughts.

Just as a strange feeling was about to arise in his heart, the feeling stopped abruptly, inexplicably.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem, the lanterns are popping, good things are coming, this should be a good sign."

Mo Yanshu drank a sip of medicinal tea to suppress the burning feeling in his lungs, and began to write on the paper again.

In the woods a hundred miles outside the city.

Sang Que held his breath for a long time, carefully paying attention to possible changes in the surroundings. He waited for three minutes, and only dared to move after making sure that nothing strange appeared.

She immediately retreated to the place where the five ghosts had just disappeared, took out the talisman paper figure left for her by the ghost peddler, and lit it without any hesitation.

After a while, the ghost peddler, the little ghost wearing a big-headed doll mask, appeared.

"The storyteller is in Jianshui City, assisting the ghost troupe in fighting against the Jingzhou army."

When the storyteller was mentioned, the little ghost seemed to be frightened. He shrank into the ground and disappeared, leaving his hood on the ground.

After waiting for only half a minute, the black gas emerged from the ground again, lifted up the hood of the big-headed doll, and handed Sang Que a white porcelain doll and a note with both hands.

[Just on the way, don't touch rashly] As soon as Sang Que got the pure white and clean white porcelain doll without any impurities, he knew how to use it.

This is a one-time secret weapon, more powerful than a scapegoat. By using your own blood to add a touch of eye to a porcelain doll, it can absorb damage to itself. It is also effective against sixth-level evil spirits. After adding the eye to the doll, it can be used within seven days. It will become ineffective if the porcelain doll is broken.

The little ghost had disappeared, and Sangque stood there thinking for a moment.

In the war between the Ghost Troupe and Da Xuan, if she had to support one side, she would definitely support Da Xuan.

Although Daxuan’s taxes were very heavy, it did not turn the city into a dead zone, intimidate and enslave the people without any bottom line, and the people still had a certain living space.

I'm afraid that 70% to 80% of the people in Qinzhou have died now. If Qinzhou really falls into the hands of the ghost troupe, the entire Qinzhou will become a dead zone in the future.

As long as there are human beings, reproduction is only a matter of time. But Sangque cannot imagine what people will become if they live in such a desperate environment.

So Sang Que secretly doesn't want the Ghost Opera Troupe to win, and I'm afraid the others in Jiuge would have the same idea.

But why would the storyteller help the ghost troupe? Seeing him here, Sang Que suddenly remembered that the ghost disaster in Wangshan City also had his help!

What on earth does he want to do?
Wu You was really blind. He actually accepted such a person as his disciple and passed on everything about storytelling to him, allowing him to harm the people.

If there was no storyteller, Sang Que felt that with the elite combat power of Jingzhou, plus Qiu Wanjun, the sixth-level Yin-walking general, they would have a great chance of winning against the Qianshou Army, an army composed entirely of ordinary people.

But now, Sang Que felt that everything was controlled by the storyteller, and Qiu Wanjun and the entire Jingzhou army might be killed here.

Maybe the ghost troupe and the Qianshou army will be buried together.

After all, most horror stories end with no one left alive.

Even though Sang Que was almost at the fifth level and had killed many people from the ghost troupe, he still felt scared when he thought of the storyteller.

Sang Que suddenly hesitated as to whether he should wade into this muddy water.

The battle ahead was still going on, and Sangque didn't have much time left.

When you are in doubt, go home and find your mom!
Sang Que teleported continuously and set up a ghost domain in a remote and secluded place in the woods. She asked Yin Tong to guard the surroundings. She used the door in the ghost domain to go home. She only needed to be back within half an hour.

The last time I left, I left from my own bedroom, and this time I came back, I was still in my own bedroom.

As soon as Sang Que came back, he smelled the aroma of hot pot. He pushed the door open and saw Sang Wan and Xia Chan eating hot pot in the restaurant.

Xia Chan was wearing Sangque's bear nightgown, her thick long hair was tied into two loose braids, and she wore a cat ear headband, her face was red from the heat.

Pick up a chopstick full of meat slices, blanch it in the mushroom soup for two or three seconds, then take it out and put it into the bowl of secret sauce. Then put it into your mouth in two slurps, sizzling it while chewing and enjoying it.

It tasted so good that the body swayed from side to side, "It's so delicious, little cicada wants to stay here forever."

Sang Wan smiled dotingly, picked up the cooled meat and shared it with Xuan Yu who was squatting on the table, and the general who was holding a basin beside them.

When Xia Chan found that Sangque had returned, his cheeks puffed up, "Sister, you are back, come and eat with us."

Sang Que swallowed her saliva involuntarily. If the situation at the Gui Dynasty hadn't been urgent, she would definitely sit down and have a good meal with them, and have a can of ice cola. It would be perfect!
Sang Wan noticed Sang Que's anxiety, put down her chopsticks and stood up, "Xiao Chan, eat by yourself. Auntie will go talk to my sister."

Xia Chan nodded vigorously. She had learned a lot these days and it was no problem for her to cook hot pot by herself.

Sang Wan and Sang Que went to the living room, "What's wrong? What happened?"

Sang Que quickly told Sang Wan about her current situation, "Mom, do you think I should take a risk or just give up? I'm unsure about rashly stepping into the storyteller's story."

Sang Wan first comforted Sang Que, "Don't worry, have you forgotten the rules of storytellers? If he really uses stories to attract hundreds of thousands of troops, he will die in less than a second. The more people affected by the horror story, the greater the burden on him."

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