I have a weird dynasty

Chapter 369: Each Shows His Magical Power (asking for monthly votes)
"What will happen after I go back to Yunzhou with you? Kill me?" Sang Que asked bluntly.

Next to Chengge, an old woman dressed in gorgeous clothes and with pus-filled pustules all over her face, who looked like a toad, walked out slowly and said to Sangque in a hoarse voice, "We have always wanted the Five Spirit Saintess. If you can return her voluntarily, we will not embarrass you."

"What if not?" Sangque asked again.

As we all know, once a ghost walker reaches the ghost level, he will be half human and half ghost, and half of his life depends on the ghost. If the evil ghost is removed from his body, the ghost walker may be lucky enough to have half his life left and survive.

If you have bad luck, you will die immediately.

Tensions were rising between Sang Que and the people of Yunzhou. Seeing this, Qiao Ling hurriedly said, "We can discuss this matter slowly later. Perhaps there will be a better way. The most important thing right now is to prevent the owner of the ghost troupe from ascending to the ghost god realm."

The ghost peddler nodded hurriedly, and the five big-headed dolls hanging on his shoulder pole also shook and nodded.

Sang Que took a breath and took a half step back. "I can go to Yunzhou, but the premise is that you can do your best to help today. Otherwise, after the ghost troupe dominates Qinzhou, Yunzhou may not exist for much longer!"

The feud between Yin Tong and Yunzhou must be settled. She will have to go to Yunzhou sooner or later. Now she has only agreed to go, but has not said when to go.

The old woman looked at Qiao Ling, Qiao Ling looked at Sang Que, Sang Que nodded, and Qiao Ling said, "Okay, I will guarantee her in this matter. If she breaks her promise, everyone in Jiuge will escort her to Yunzhou for you."

After the conditions were agreed upon, the old woman arranged for Chengge to follow Sangque, to watch over her and protect her. If anything went wrong, Chengge had to escort Sangque away first to ensure Yintong's safety.

In the face of the overall situation, Sang Que was too lazy to care about trivial matters. The life gate that she had previously opened with the Gen Gua was still there and could last for half an hour. She led everyone in and came to the woods south of the battlefield.

They were only delayed outside for about ten minutes. The battlefield, which was originally filled with the sound of fighting, was now silent. At a glance, corpses were scattered all over the ground, piled up layer upon layer, which was a shocking sight.

Blood dyed the ground red, gathering into streams, flowing in a winding path. Mutilated limbs were everywhere, piled up like mountains.

The torn military flag was inserted diagonally into the blood, swaying weakly in the wind. The land burned by the war was charred black, and the air was filled with the disgusting smell of blood and burnt smell.

The Taoist priest in yellow robe looked like a dead tree, standing in front of the altar with his eyes wide open, already dead. All around him were Taoist disciples whose lifespans had been exhausted because of asking the Taoist God to descend.

Deputy General Pang En and the Ghost General were still fighting fiercely with the Purple Skirted Pipa Girl on the city wall. There were no living people around them except the broken ghost shadows.

The seven captains were buried under yellow earth. Among the numerous corpses on the city wall, graves were erected one after another. The graves were oozing blood and black smoke continued to emerge and float into the sky.

The grave ghost was the evil ghost controlled by Deng Shi who had come here with Sang Que before. At this moment, it was unknown whether the grave ghost had lost control and buried its own people, or whether Deng Shi had tried his best to protect everyone.

The cold and sad singing voice of the Huadan was tearful, tragic and horrifying. The bull-headed ghost released by Qiu Wanjun held a steel fork and kept attacking the Huadan.

But the actress was as ghostly as a ghost, moving around in a small space, and was able to avoid the attacks of the bull-headed ghost every time, never confronting it head-on.

"That Hua Dan is a ghost, not a living person."

In the woods, Qiao Ling, who was beside Sang Que, said in a deep voice.

Sang Que was a little surprised, because she had used Yin Tong's ghost eyes to look at Hua Dan's past, and although everything was pitch black, in her eyes Hua Dan was no different from a living person.

Could it be that the Huadan is a ghost controlled by the troupe owner, rather than the troupe owner himself?

The peddler put down his burden and looked at the battlefield with a heavy face, "We are a little late."

Almost as soon as the ghost peddler finished speaking, the heaven and earth changed suddenly. A strong wind blew away the dark clouds, revealing a blood-red full moon. It was like a ghost's eye, greedily staring at the corpses on the ground.

Rumble!
Thunder roared, blood-red lightning streaked across the night sky, and heavy rain poured down. The raindrops were like blood, falling on the corpses all over the ground, but it had a burning effect. The ghost peddler quickly pulled out the umbrella on his shoulder pole, opened it and threw it into the air. The oil-paper umbrella disappeared, and one after another ghostly black shadows appeared between the branches above the people's heads, resisting the heavy rain and protecting everyone.

On the battlefield, the corpses hit by the rain looked like burnt paper. The ashes flew strangely in the heavy rain, gathering into torrents and converging towards somewhere in the center of the battlefield.

Sang Que saw a man, a man with a feminine appearance, who looked like a twin of the actress, standing in the middle of the corpses, with his arms open, letting the blood rain wash over his body.

All the ashes from the 'burning' of the corpses rushed into his body, and blood stains quickly appeared on the white scholar's shirt on his body, expanding outwards and merging into one, turning the white shirt into blood red.

Sang Que was shocked and realized that was the real owner of the ghost theater troupe, not Zuo Jinye.

"Moyanshu!"

The ghost peddler was holding an ancient monocular telescope and looking somewhere on the city wall. After locking onto the storyteller's position, the five big-headed ghost dolls on his shoulder pole raised a cloud of black smoke that quickly enveloped the ghost peddler.

When the black smoke dissipated, the ghost peddler had disappeared.

Qiao Ling looked at the class leader in the center of the battlefield, his hands moving non-stop. He put on Jiuge Lingyi's mask and took out a worn and chipped pottery bowl from the medical box he carried with him.

"Mulan, protect me for a while, don't let anything interrupt me!"

Qiao Ling sat cross-legged on the spot with the bowl in front of him. He raised his knife and cut his wrist, letting his blood flow into the bowl.

The bowl seemed to come alive and swallowed Qiao Ling's blood. Some ancient totems and words appeared on the inner wall of the bowl, and then a powerful suction force emerged from the bowl.

Some of the ashes of corpses on the battlefield that were originally rushing towards the class leader came towards Qiao Ling and were sucked into the bowl and turned into blood. No matter how much was sucked in, it would never be full.

The blood was spinning at a high speed, and blood crystals the size of rice grains gradually formed in the center.

Sang Que suddenly remembered the last time Qiao Ling saved Yu Da, he gave Yu Da a red pill, which was very similar to the thing that was condensing in the bowl at this moment.

But in order for this thing to coagulate, it was obviously induced by Qiao Ling's blood. Qiao Ling kept his wrist suspended to bleed, his body trembling, and he didn't know how long he could hold on.

And as the crystal gradually grew larger, Sangque clearly felt the restless atmosphere. The ghost shadows acting as umbrellas above his head were shaking, staring greedily at the contents of the bowl.

Qiao Ling struggled and said, "As long as the class master does not absorb enough blood and energy to reach the amount he needs for promotion, his promotion will definitely fail. This is the only thing we can do now."

Sang Que nodded, released the Yin Tong and the Gui Xin Bride, and protected Qiao Ling. She clenched her right fist, and there were two hexagrams on her palm. If there were ghosts that the Yin Tong and the Gui Xin Bride could not resist, she would simulate the breath of powerful ghosts and repel them.

The people of Yunzhou seemed to be encouraged when they saw that Yin Tong was indeed beside Sang Que. They looked at each other, and the five hundred Gu Masters and ghost wives, led by their respective leaders, separated into two sides.

The sorcerer uses poison, and the witch summons ghosts.

The fear, qi, blood and incense of the living are all nutrients for ghosts. The Gu Master raises the Gu, and the witch drives the little ghosts, all of which are fed with blood.

As a large number of poisonous insects and imps were released, the corpses near the south side of the battlefield were quickly decomposed and disappeared, as if they were wiped out by an eraser, leaving no trace.

The class owner, who was originally immersed in the pleasure of rapid promotion, felt these changes, suddenly turned his head, and stared to the south with resentful eyes.

The actress on the city wall suddenly disappeared and appeared among Sang Que and the others.