I have a weird dynasty

Chapter 365 Sneak Attack (asking for monthly ticket)

"Junior sister, what will you do if I don't go with you?" Mo Yanshu suddenly asked.

Sang Que's heart tightened, "Big Brother, I want to stand on the same front with you..."

Mo Yanshu suddenly smiled. He felt the murderous intent hidden in Sang Que's eyes and also noticed the subtle changes in the surrounding atmosphere, but the look he gave Sang Que was more appreciative and gratified.

"Junior sister, people who do whatever it takes to achieve their goals will always walk faster..."

Before Mo Yanshu could finish his words, Sang Que's eyes suddenly became fierce, a theater building rose from the ground, Yin Tong and Gui Xin Xin appeared behind Mo Yanshu at the same time, a short arrow shot out from Sang Que's left sleeve, and his right hand grabbed Mo Yanshu's neck like lightning.

Mo Yanshu smiled, and that smile actually made Sang Que feel doted on, just like the way her mother looked at her after she won a prize in a martial arts competition.

The moment Sang Que, Yin Tong and Gui Xin Niang's three hands touched Mo Yanshu's body at the same time, he disappeared like a phantom.

……

Sang Que suddenly woke up and found herself lying on the table in the tea room. There was no one around her, it was quiet and dark. Only the lamp emitted a faint yellow light, bringing a hint of warmth and dispelling the surrounding coldness.

Dream?
There were still pens, ink, paper and inkstone on the tea table. Everything around her was the same as before. When did she fall asleep, or had she already been in a dream since she entered here?
The water in the teapot was still warm, but the teacup was empty. Sang Que remembered that she had once poured a cup of tea for Mo Yanshu.

Sang Que sighed. It made sense when he thought about it. If a storyteller with such a weak body didn't have some ability to save his life, anyone could strangle him to death with bare hands.

Because she was not sure about winning him over, she wanted to talk to him first, use emotional means to win him over to her side, and then hand him over to Jiuge's people to let them handle it internally.

If you can't fight for it, take a risk and see if you can kill him.

Now it seems that Mo Yanshu is determined to fight this battle to the end and invite Zuo Jin to appear.

Then from now on, it all depends on your own ability!

Sang Que picked up the Baipi knife on the table, left the tea room, and quickly disappeared into the night.

……

Inside the East City Gate, 3,000 elite soldiers of the Qianshou Army, wearing black scarves and armor, swallowed nervously as they listened to the bursts of opera singing coming from above their heads.

There are now about 200,000 Qianshou soldiers near Jianshui City. Except for the four city gates and the soldiers guarding the city, most of them are ambushing outside Jianshui City.

These Qianshou troops had not received much training. They were composed of young and strong men from all over the country who were fighting for their lives. They had attacked the enemy by surprise and took over half of Qinzhou with great force. They burned, killed and looted wherever they went, and their morale was greatly boosted.

But now, facing the Daxuan regular army from Jingzhou and Jinzhou, they were defeated in the previous head-on attacks and their combat effectiveness was not at the same level at all.

The ambition of the Qianshou Army to overthrow the tyranny had long been extinguished. If it weren't for the fact that they would die if they deserted, none of them would be willing to stay here.

The drama on the city wall was full of climaxes, but overall, the ghost troupe was weak, and Manager Luo, who was in charge of contacting the actors and urging the performance, was sweating with anxiety.

Da Xuan, a fifth-level Taoist priest, had already defeated three fourth-level ghost walkers from the ghost theater troupe. One of the ghost walkers was transferred from the Rongrong Makeup Department and had no previous experience of appearing on stage.

There are not many people in the ghost theater troupe who can reach the fourth level of ghost walking, and now there is only one old actor left on the stage, holding on.

If this one can't hold on any longer, Zi Ling will have to take Le Ke's men to the battlefield. Opposite Da Xuan, there is still a fifth-level deputy general and seven fourth-level lieutenants who have not yet made a move.

Manager Luo didn't understand why the boss insisted on starting a war with such a huge disparity in strength, and asked them to hold out as long as possible until he was ready, so that he could make his final appearance and turn the tide.

There are still two quarters of an hour before the troupe leader is due to appear on stage. The old actor on the stage has a hoarse voice and his movements are trembling. It is obvious that he can no longer hold on. Where can he find someone to take his place?
Thinking of this, Manager Luo could not help but curse, cursing the person who had shot the arrow from behind, causing the only female role in the troupe to be injured, with half of her head missing, and she unable to go on stage for a while.

Manager Luo came down from the city wall and was about to go and inform the boss when he suddenly saw three figures swaying at the place where the baggage was piled at the foot of the city wall.

"Who?!" Manager Luo shouted, and the archers standing guard nearby immediately changed direction upon hearing the sound and aimed their bows and arrows at the darkness.

Chu Mowei, wrapped in black cloth, walked out stiffly with two flesh puppets with bellies as big as buckets.

Seeing this, Manager Luo retreated cautiously.

"Stop and don't move!"

Chu Mowei stopped, and Manager Luo squinted his eyes and looked at him for a long time. Although he was the manager of a department, he himself was not a ghost person, so he could not tell whether there was any problem with Chu Mowei for the time being.

"It's you. Do you know how much you've hurt us? Tell me! Where have you been recently? Where's Yin Tong?"

Chu Mowei raised his hand, and Manager Luo took two steps back, but Chu Mowei did not attack anyone. Instead, he grabbed the black cloth on his head, and his white hair fell down, revealing his handsome face.

Chu Mowei, who had turned into a living dead, had no expression on his face. He looked up at Manager Luo very stiffly, then lowered his head and put the black cloth back on.

The flesh and blood puppet behind him spoke for him, and his voice was stumbling and dry.

"Being hunted, injured, hiding, Yin Tong, hiding."

Manager Luo just saw serious scars on Chu Mowei's neck and thought that Chu Mowei was seriously injured because he captured Yin Tong and was hunted down by Yunzhou and Zhenxie Division, so he dared not show up during this period.

This makes sense, after all, everyone wants a Yin Tong.

This puppeteer guy is the best at hiding and running in the entire ghost troupe.

"Where are you hiding, Yintong?" Manager Luo asked again.

"Boss."

Chu Mo spoke for the other puppet behind him, meaning that he could only speak after seeing the class owner.

Manager Luo nodded, glanced at the city wall, hesitated, and finally said, "The troupe is in need of people. If the old actor up there can't hold on, you go up and try to hold on until 25 minutes."

Chu Mowei turned his head to look, then lowered his head and paused, as if thinking, before finally nodding.

Manager Luo stared at him for a while, then turned around and led the way.

"Come with me. Without me, you can't get close to the stage."

Manager Luo was leading the way in front. He smelled a strange odor and couldn't help but sniff.

"What smell?"

Chu Mowei didn't say anything and walked up the stairs. The closer he got to the stage, the louder the music became and the stronger the wind became, blowing away the smell.

The guards on both sides of the city wall saw that it was Steward Luo and relaxed their vigilance. The stage was at the city gate tower. Steward Luo said, "Tonight's play was ordered by the troupe owner. The troupe owner knows that we are weak and we are still not good enough to deal with Daxuan's sneak attack, but the troupe owner did not ask us to win. The key is to hold on until the troupe owner comes on stage, so you must give me your all in a while..."

Before Manager Luo could finish his words, Chu Mowei suddenly stuck to his back. A chilling breath along with the strange spider silk on Chu Mowei's body went straight into Manager Luo's body. Manager Luo's eyes widened in shock. He didn't expect Chu Mowei to attack him with the intention of controlling him.

A few abacus beads suddenly fell out from Manager Luo's lapel. With a crackling sound, Manager Luo disappeared, leaving only a piece of clothing behind.

Chu Mowei completely ignored Manager Luo. The abdomens of the two big-bellied puppets beside him split open, and blood mixed with strange pieces of flesh fell all over the ground. Each piece of flesh and blood was wrapped with tied-up firecrackers and glass bottles filled with gasoline. The fuses of the firecrackers had been lit and were smoking.

Chu Mowei waved his hand, and legs grew out of his flesh and blood, like a group of strange spiders, rushing madly towards the brightly lit stage not far away.