I have a weird dynasty

Chapter 362 Requesting Help (asking for monthly tickets)

Sang Wan looked thoughtful, and Sang Que looked at his mother silently, not daring to disturb her.

After a while, Sang Wan said, "If I were him, the safest way would be to wait for a suitable opportunity and use one person to influence the overall situation. This is the method that causes the least harm to oneself, but it is also the most difficult. After all, timing is not easy to grasp. Tell me about the main personnel composition of the ghost troupe and I'll think about it."

Sang Que nodded and told Sang Wan all the information he got from the puppeteer Chu Mowei last time.

"Has the owner of the ghost theater troupe ever shown up?" Sang Wan asked.

"Only those who have reached the fifth level of strength within the Ghost Theater are qualified to meet the troupe owner."

Sang Wan seemed to have thought of something, his pupils trembling slightly, "You just said that the ghost troupe's leader was close to the sixth level of strength? The troops sent to Qinzhou from Jingzhou, Jinzhou, and Jiangzhou to support the army are at least 500,000. Add to that the troops of the Qianshou Army and the civilians who died in the strange rain, the total number must be more than 1.1 million."

Sang Que frowned, "I've thought of this before. The population of the entire state of Daxuan is only about one million. Daxuan has nine states. The north is poor and has a small population, while the south is rich and has a large population. Taken together, the total population may just be over 10 million. To advance from the sixth level to the seventh level, at least the incense or fear of the people of the state is needed. The previous strange rain has killed more than 80% of the people in Qinzhou."

"It is very likely that the ghost troupe's leader wants to use this battle to achieve his goal of being promoted to the ghost god level. Wan Xiangtou's previous promotion relied on the power of fear and blood sacrifice. If the ghost troupe's leader really intends to do this, I'm afraid he will kill everyone. This is just like a storyteller writing a story. In the end, no one survives, which is a horror story."

Sang Wan said, "That is to say, the storyteller and the class owner have the same goal, which is to have no survivors. In the simplest way, the storyteller can make the class owner the protagonist of the story and just go with the flow. With the storyteller's assistance, the class owner is blessed with luck, but the class owner is at the sixth level, close to the seventh level, so he may not be easily influenced by the story, and he will definitely not allow the storyteller to influence him."

"Who would be the best protagonist for the storyteller?"

Sang Wan also had no clue for the time being, so she changed the subject and said, "We don't know as much information as the storyteller, so we certainly can't imagine how he will conceive this story. Moreover, I think the storyteller may not be willing to let the ghost troupe's leader enter the ghost realm smoothly, as this would also threaten his own safety. Let's not talk about this for now, and talk about you, do you want to continue to go deeper, or give up?"

Sang Que sighed, "I just couldn't make up my mind, so I came back to find you."

"Giving up has never been your character, and you don't need my advice. You must have a bias in your mind, right?"

Sang Que paused and nodded honestly, "Yes, I'd like to give it a try, but..."

"Tell me what you think. You have matured a lot now and don't need my advice anymore. Believe in yourself."

"I want to cut off the fire from under the cauldron! If the owner of the ghost troupe really enters the realm of ghosts and gods, he probably won't want to completely end the weird era. Then no one will have an easy time. It is important to take back Yin Tong's tongue, but I can't do it now. If I take Yin Tong's tongue now and the combat effectiveness of the Great Xuan Army is weakened, I will definitely feel guilty afterwards."

"If I can break everything before the ghost theater troupe leader is successfully promoted and help Daxuan to quell the war, Qinzhou can still be saved. Then I can use this to ask Qiu Wanjun for Yin Tong's tongue. If he gives it to me, everything will be fine. If he doesn't, I will use my own method to get it, and then I will have a clear conscience."

Sang Wan nodded slightly, "How do you want to remove the firewood from the bottom of the pot?"

"I need your help. The only one who can fight against the storyteller is the storyteller. As for the others, I have my own plans." Sang Que said in a deep voice.

Sang Wan was prepared and smiled, "No problem. Xiao Chan is here. She is proficient in some medical knowledge. Maybe she can help me relieve the pain while I write the story."

Sang Que looked at Sang Wan with some guilt. She dared to mention this matter only because she thought of Xia Chan here. Otherwise, she really couldn't bear to let her mother suffer for her.

Moreover, the software for the story relay group at the research institute is still in the testing stage. Once my mother starts writing stories, the story relay group will definitely respond and come to her. She also thought about taking her mother to the Weird Dynasty, but in comparison, the Weird Dynasty is more dangerous than the modern times. In the modern times, basically nothing can hurt Xia Chan, but the Weird Dynasty is not necessarily the case.

Sang Que took out the mountain ghost token, held it in her palm, and prayed sincerely to the spirits of the witches of all generations to bless the journey to go smoothly, both for her and her mother.

"Mom, leave the token here with you. I'll go over there first and help you get more information. We'll try to achieve the greatest effect at the lowest cost."

Sang Wan nodded and said nothing.

Sang Que walked into the kitchen, took the chopsticks and quickly ate all the meat that Xia Chan had just blanched. In Xia Chan's confused eyes, Sang Que rubbed her head, then rubbed Xuan Yu's, then turned and left.

Sang Que returned to the Gui Dynasty woods through the bedroom door and used teleportation to quickly approach the battlefield and Jianshui City.

There are five hexagrams left on the palm of my hand. After collecting all kinds of information, I need to use one to go back and tell my mother.

A quarter of an hour later, the surrounding trees became sparse, the air was cold and smelly, and the wind was howling. Sang Que had reached the side of the battlefield and heard the deafening shouts of killing and the singing of opera without any interference.

Sangque tiptoed out and hid behind a big tree on the outermost layer.

The center of the battlefield has turned into a shocking lake of blood, with blood surging and emitting a disgusting stench.

In the pool of blood, the naked body of a woman could be vaguely seen floating up and then disappearing in an instant. There were also twisted shadows swimming in the depths of the pool, emitting an evil aura.

Sang Que's heart suddenly started beating violently and she swallowed uncontrollably. She felt the overwhelming hatred in the pool of blood. With just a casual glance, she saw countless women being humiliated to death.

Beast!

Sang Que couldn't help but get furious, his eyes turned bloodshot and he was about to lose his mind.

On the side of the Blood Lake, the Taoist priest in yellow held a banner and waved it. A large number of ghost shadows rose from the ground in front of him and transformed into an army of ghosts, charging into the battle.

Whenever the army of ghosts approaches, a wave of blood will rise up from the blood pool, sweeping the ghosts into it and making them disappear without a trace in an instant.

The entire battlefield seemed to have become a purgatory on earth. The fat and big-eared clown on the wall of Jianshui City was still laughing and singing, holding a jar of wine in his hand. When he shook it, the wine spilled like blood.

It was all brewed with the woman's blood and tears when she was filled with pain and despair.

When Sang Que looked over with her ghost eyes, she saw more horrific scenes. She knew that her anger was caused by the blood pool and she needed to restrain herself, but...

She doesn't want to!
Sang Que decisively used the Xun Gua to hide his body and teleported continuously to get as close to the city wall as possible.

The subsequent updates will be a little late, so please be patient.