I have a weird dynasty

Chapter 371 Prime Minister (asking for monthly ticket)

When the red-clothed boss who was locked by the soul-catching rope saw Zuo Jinye, a gleam of excitement flashed in his peach blossom eyes. In fact, he was also betting that Zuo Jinye would appear.

After all, the blood and fear of millions of people he absorbed were not enough to enter the realm of ghosts and gods, and he still needed the blessing of incense.

Since Zuo Jin became the prime minister, he abolished the witch temple, seized the incense of the witch goddess, took over the evil-suppression department, and used his power as prime minister to order the construction of prime minister's temples in various places.

In Jingzhou alone, there are nearly two million officials, noble families and ordinary people. The strength of Zuo Jinye's incense and heart lamp has probably exceeded the limit of the sixth to seventh levels. The fundamental reason why he himself has not officially become a ghost or god is that the Black and White Impermanence he controls lacks the fear of millions of people.

Ghosts and gods are revered by people. Respect makes people devote themselves sincerely, while fear makes people abide by the rules. Both respect and fear are indispensable.

Everything went incredibly smoothly during the Qinzhou Rebellion. The class leader had long thought that if it hadn't been for the Prime Minister Zuo Jinye fanning the flames, it wouldn't have come to this so easily.

Therefore, the class leader is certain that when he gathers the fear of millions of people, Zuo Jin will definitely come. They are now on the last step between the sixth and seventh floors. As long as they step down, they will become ghosts and gods!
Today, between him and Zuo Jinye, only one of them can successfully advance!
Under the soul-catching rope, the class leader's body suddenly turned into blood and fell into the blood lake below, forming a reflection in the blood lake, but there was no real body.

Thousands of ghosts in the reflection of the blood lake gathered together to form a single theatrical face. The female lead and the troupe leader quickly merged into one person in the reflection, and the blood-stained clothes on the troupe leader turned into a gorgeous theatrical costume.

Outside the Blood Lake and inside the Blood Lake seem like two completely different worlds.

Bai Wuchang suddenly appeared beside Qiu Wanjun, and with a flick of his mourning stick, he took away the yellow cloth bag from Qiu Wanjun's waist.

Sparks ignited from the yellow cloth bag, and the mourning stick scooped out the contents. Bai Wuchang opened his mouth and swallowed it, then covered his face with his sleeves. After a moment, Bai Wuchang had a long scarlet tongue that hung down to his chest, and he let out bursts of low, strange laughter.

Zuo Jin also used his own strength to suppress the blood lake to the smallest range. He walked to the reflection of the class master in the blood lake and suddenly looked up at where Sang Que was.

Sang Que's heart trembled. The oppressive feeling that that glance brought to her was indescribable. Panic was boiling in her heart. She couldn't even control her body. She took several steps back and raised her hand to open the door and leave the Gui Dynasty.

But she was still a step too late. Hei Wuchang suddenly appeared in front of her and swung the soul-catching rope. Sang Que was tied up. Yin Tong and Gui Xin Xin all disappeared on the spot. Sang Que was fixed there, unable to move, and all her strength was quickly absorbed by the soul-catching rope.

Sang Que felt that not only her movements were restricted, but her entire soul was also trapped by the Soul-Catching Rope and tied to this world. If she tried to leave without untying the Soul-Catching Rope, the Rope might pull her soul out of her body.

Did Zuo Jin use the same method when he trapped Wu You back then?

How could he recognize her at first sight?

Seeing this, Qiao Ling and Cheng Ge intended to go forward to rescue Sang Que, but they were separated by an invisible force and could not get close at all.

Zuo Jin also took a look and then looked away. He was dressed in a red official uniform with his sleeves fluttering in the wind. He was like a solitary peak standing in the storm. Beside him stood the Black and White Impermanence, grimly surrounded by gloomy aura.

Zuo Jin's reflection in the blood lake was also replaced by Hua Dan. Black and White Impermanence gradually invaded the blood lake. Thousands of ghosts came like a tide, baring their fangs and claws, and surrounded and killed Black and White Impermanence in the reflection of the blood lake. White Impermanence waved his mourning stick, and a large number of evil ghosts disappeared.

click!
Suddenly there was a loud cracking sound, and a crack appeared on the surface of the Blood Lake, which rapidly expanded in all directions. Blood and countless pieces of gravel continued to shatter, and everything around was covered with cracks. The entire world was shaking violently.

The force that shattered the earth continued to spread and intensify, affecting Jianshui City. The city walls shook, bricks and tiles fell, and the entire city actually slowly tilted towards the blood lake, raising dust that covered the sky and swept across the area like a sandstorm.

Except for the inch of land under Zuo Jinye's feet and the actress in his reflection, everything collapsed and fell into the bottomless dark abyss.

Amidst the deafening roar, the hideous cracks extended into the woods. The abyss became wider and wider, like the Nether Hell, filled with darkness and terrifying unknown things.

At that time, in the constantly tilting and collapsing Jianshui City, the ghost peddler and five big-headed ghosts kept appearing in various places in the city, smashing the dream dolls left by Mo Yanshu with a carrying pole.

Each dream doll is like him, and it is impossible to tell whether it is real or fake. It can be him, or he can pull people into the small dream created by the dream doll without anyone noticing. Mo Yanshu has a limited number of dream dolls, and since it is impossible to tell them apart, the best way is to kill them as soon as you see them.

After breaking five dream dolls in succession, the ghost peddler stepped on empty air, and the collapsed house fell down. Behind him was a bottomless dark abyss. Five big-headed ghosts immediately hugged each other and appeared under the feet of the ghost peddler, helping him to leap up.

The sixth inkstone book was smashed into pieces by the ghost peddler with a carrying pole, and a large amount of manuscripts flew in the wind, covered with dark red words.

The ghost peddler was startled. In the critical situation, he couldn't see the specific content clearly and only caught a few key words.

Yunzhou, hatred, curse...

Another Mo Yanshu appeared in the distance, threw away the folding fan in his hand, smiled at the ghost peddler, and led him to run towards the other side of Jianshui City, getting farther and farther away from where Zuo Jinye was.

In the woods, the ground cracked and the trees fell down. Sangque stood there unable to move at all, but the trees fell just enough to avoid her. Qiao Ling watched all this in horror, feeling powerless.

She is just a doctor, she can save lives but she can't save people from disasters!

"It's not too late to leave now. We can only leave it to fate!"

Qiao Ling shouted at the people from Yunzhou, while rummaging through the medicine box, trying to find something that could save Sang Que. He did not notice that the people from Yunzhou all had bloodshot eyes filled with hatred as they stared at Zuo Jinye in the distance.

Chengge and Xingzhu couldn't help but think of the Gu Master who was captured by Zuo Jinye, the Five Spirit Saintess who was killed by Zuo Jinye, and the continuous encroachment of Daxuan and Zhenxie Division on Yunzhou over the years.

The burned-down mountain strongholds, the beheaded corpses, the enslaved Yunzhou women, all the scenes flashed through the minds of the people in Yunzhou, stirring up their anger and hatred.

The culprit behind all this is Prime Minister Daxuan, Zuo Jin!
The old woman in colorful clothes stood up, banged her cane on the ground, and shouted, "Everyone, since we have violated our ancestors' teachings and left Yunzhou, we are the sinners of Yunzhou and have no face to return home. In this case, why not take this opportunity to kill this thief and eliminate the future troubles for Yunzhou!"

"That's right. If this thief succeeds in entering the realm of ghosts and gods, I'm afraid he will destroy our Yunzhou in an instant. We have to get rid of him!"

"If we can exchange our lives for a hundred years of peace in Yunzhou, it will be worth it!"

"Kill this thief and defend Yunzhou till death!"

"Kill this thief!"

The crowd is excited and unstoppable.

Qiao Ling sensed something unusual, but was unable to stop what was about to happen. He could only watch helplessly as the Yunzhou Gu Masters and witches with bloodshot eyes quickly formed a human altar under the old woman's command, took out their daggers, chanted ancient Yunzhou dialect that Qiao Ling could not understand, turned the tips of the knives, and aimed them at their hearts.

At the same time, Sangque forced himself to calm down and think of any possible way to escape.

The current situation is beyond her ability to handle at her level, and even Qiao Ling is helpless. So, who can help her break free and stop Zuo Jinye from fighting with the class owner?

Queen Witch?
Empress Wu's foundation has been destroyed. Even if she could invite Empress Wu out now, there would probably be very little she could do.

Ghost! Only a ghost can fight a ghost!

Sang Que suddenly thought of something, and as her thoughts became stronger, a shrine slowly appeared under the big tree next to her that was about to fall down.

The shrine of the earth ghost!