I have a weird dynasty

Chapter 363 Big Brother (asking for monthly ticket)
The funny-looking clown danced and sang on the battlements of the city wall. His movements were exaggerated, and it seemed as if he would fall down at any time, but he always managed to regain his footing on the edge of danger, which touched people's hearts.

Sangque used the Xun Gua to become invisible and quietly appeared under the city wall.

Her eyes flashed, and the bow in her hand was instantly pulled to the full length, with the bowstring making a slight tremor.

With a "whoosh", the sharp arrow flew out like lightning and shot straight at the clown. The arrow was extremely fast. The arrowhead was made of the finest Tokachi stone. The moment it approached the stage, the invisible obstacle and the arrowhead created a line of fire.

The arrow head shattered, but the arrow body made of fine steel continued to move forward rapidly, piercing the clown's laughing mouth with incredible precision.

The clown suddenly fell from the battlement with a steel arrow in his mouth. He looked at the smoking firecracker tied with a red rope in the middle of the arrow in horror.

boom!
There was a loud bang, red smoke filled the stage, the opera music came to an abrupt end, and the scene suddenly became chaotic.

"Good archery!"

Qiu Wanjun, who was far away on the other side of the plain, saw this scene clearly and couldn't help but praise loudly. He turned around and asked with his eyes who sent the person out, and he would definitely reward him well later.

The people behind him also looked shocked; they had not expected this at all.

Qiu Wanjun immediately narrowed his eyes and glanced towards the base of the city wall, but saw nothing.

At the same time, the clown's performance was abruptly interrupted, the blood lake in the center of the plain shook, and the Taoist priest in yellow cut his fingertips and took out the copper coin sword.

The copper coin sword flew out of his hand and exploded when it flew over the blood lake. Dozens of copper coins carrying the power of the Taoist Lord shot into the blood lake like rain hitting banana leaves.

After a moment of calm, the blood shook and exploded, turning into a cloud of blood-colored dust that was blown away by the strong wind.

Daxuan turned the game around. The army of ghosts controlled by the Taoist priest in yellow was as aggressive as a black torrent, rushing fiercely towards the walls of Jianshui city.

Sang Que watched this scene in the dark, curled the corners of his lips slightly, and teleported to a place on the side of the city wall where the defense was not tight. While Xun Gua had the last two minutes, he took off the claw hook at his waist and threw it upwards, hooked it on the city wall, and climbed up by pulling the rope.

The bricks of the city wall are special and cannot be penetrated by the power of teleportation, so one must climb over the wall.

When Sang Que sneaked into the city silently, the ghost theater troupe sent out two more actors to continue dealing with the attacking army of the Taoist priest in yellow robe.

This battle is still going on, and ordinary soldiers will not go into the battlefield unless all these sneakers are eliminated.

Because of this, Sang Que still had time to sneak in and make plans. He thought he would encounter some obstacles. Sang Que himself was also very nervous. After all, the class owner might be somewhere in the city.

But surprisingly, before the Xun Gua time arrived, Sang Que had observed the people on the stage on the city wall and successfully passed through the outer city where troops were stationed and entered the inner city.

This place has not been turned into a dead zone. The streets are empty and the roadside shops are closed. Only a few teams of people are patrolling the streets.

Sang Que touched the white porcelain doll with eyes painted on it in her arms. There were no stains or special reactions on the doll, indicating that she was not under any attack at the moment.

After finding a remote and safe place, Sang Que went home first and told Sang Wan the information she had observed from the actors in the ghost troupe with her ghost eyes.

Except for the logistics personnel, all the members of the ghost troupe are out on this trip. All the ghost walkers who can reach the fourth level are here. The female ghost walker Le Ke mentioned earlier by Chu Mowei has successfully entered the fifth level. She is now on the city wall, leading a group of musicians to accompany this big show.

This is why the fourth-level ghost walkers in the ghost opera troupe can fight against the fifth-level yellow-robed Taoist priest outside. Music is an important part of opera and enhances their abilities.

These are the characters that are essential to writing a story. As for the troupe owner, Sangque was unable to explore too much about him.

Sang Wan needed to think and consider, and Sang Que also needed to make some arrangements first. After the two of them agreed on the time to officially start, Sang Que returned to Jianshui City with the gasoline that she had previously stored in the storage room at home, as well as all the firecrackers that Jiang Zao had made for her.

Sang Que left the puppeteer Chu Mowei and the pile of things behind and gave Chu Mowei a series of orders.

At this time, Chu Mowei returned to his usual black outfit, even his head was wrapped in black cloth, no one could see his expression. He also brought with him two flesh and blood puppets that he had carefully made in the painting, combined with Jiang Zao's mechanical drawings.

In Jianshui City, as long as there is no special obstacle, Sang Que can feel his location. It feels like there is a radar map in his mind, and Chu Mowei is one of the red dots.

After completing the preliminary preparations, Sang Que checked his belongings, took a deep breath, gripped his long knife tightly, and ran straight to the teahouse where the storyteller was.

……

In the quiet room of the quaint teahouse, Mo Yanshu was dressed in a plain white gown, his face was as pale as paper, and his body was so thin that he seemed as if a gust of wind could blow him down.

He coughed from time to time, holding the pen in his hand suspended over the yellowed paper, but he did not put it down for a long time, and still could not find any inspiration.

The light in the lamp shook, and a figure appeared in the dark corner of the tea room. He walked out slowly, revealing a heroic face.

Mo Yanshu opened his eyes wide in surprise, without any fear. Instead, his eyes were gentle, as if he had met a relative he hadn't seen for a long time.

"The lights are popping, good things are coming, it's really like that, cough cough, I didn't expect to meet my junior sister here, cough cough cough!"

Mo Yanshu looked at Sang Que. Compared with the last time they hadn't seen each other for more than half a year, Sang Que looked a lot more mature. There was a cold murderous intent in his body, and he no longer looked weak and vulnerable.

Seeing that Sang Que did not refute or question what he said, Mo Yanshu understood.

"You know everything, right? I am your mother's disciple. You should call me Senior Brother."

Sang Que sat down fearlessly opposite Mo Yanshu, and sighed inwardly that he had indeed known his identity for a long time, probably since the incident with Ming Mansion.

After such a long time, he didn't come to see her?

Doesn't he want to seize Jiuge's power? If it's not for personal gain, then why does he help the ghost troupe? Does he simply like the feeling of chaos in the world? Or is he mentally ill?

Sang Que saw the pen, ink, paper and inkstone in front of Mo Yanshu. The paper was still blank because he had not started writing the story yet.

"My mother left me a letter saying that you were her disciple. She also said that if I got into trouble, I could come to you."

Sang Que noticed that Mo Yanshu trembled all over, and a strange light suddenly appeared in his eyes. He leaned forward excitedly and stared at Sang Que for confirmation.

"Really? Master, did she really say that?"

In the letter that Wu You wrote to Sang Que, he only mentioned the disciple Mo Yanshu and didn't say anything else.

Mo Yanshu's reaction shows that he cares a lot about Wu You.

Sangque nodded without changing his expression, giving people a feeling that he was a little alert but also a little innocent and cute.

"Ah."

"Where is the letter? Can you lend it to me to have a look?" Mo Yanshu stretched out his hand.

"After I finished reading it, the letter turned into ashes. My mother also mentioned in the letter that my father was..."

Sang Que paused deliberately, his acting skills not at all rusty, and he acted as if he couldn't believe it and couldn't accept it.

"It is said that my father is the prime minister Zuo Jinye, and it was he who ordered the abolition of the entire Daxuan Wu Temple and destroyed the foundation of Jiuge. Senior Brother, is this true?"

And, later...