I have a weird dynasty

Chapter 372: The Yin Soldiers Passing Through (asking for monthly tickets)

Earth ghosts, water ghosts, and dream ghosts are all beings that have surpassed the sixth level but have not reached the seventh level. According to the ghost peddler, earth ghosts were also ghosts that were once controlled by humans and remained in the depths of the hidden world after failing in their attempts to break through the realm of ghosts and gods.

Where there is water, there are water ghosts. People who suffer from nightmares for a long time will attract dream ghosts. In the woods, anyone who prays will also attract the shrine of the earth ghost.

Zuo Jinye and the class owner are both at the stage of entering the seventh level at this moment. In terms of strength, the Earth Ghost should be on par with them.

Of course, Sangque was referring to the real body of the earth ghost, not the ghost slaves sent out to collect debts. Back then in Heishan Village, the earth ghost that harassed the widow of the Li family was a ghost slave, not the real body.

Just like those corpses in the water are all the slaves of water ghosts, the true bodies of ghosts such as water ghosts and ground ghosts are in the hidden world. They will not appear in the real world and cannot be completely eliminated.

Sang Que's face was pale. The Soul-Hooking Rope was rapidly sucking away the strength in her body. She felt her heartbeat had become extremely slow and her body was as stiff and cold as a corpse. If she didn't think of a solution, she would be at the mercy of others.

Without thinking too much, Sang Que's wrist hanging by her side was still able to move. She used the metal ornaments on her body to cut her hand hard, letting her blood drip.

"I offer my blood as a tribute. Please stop this advancement ceremony and help me escape. Afterwards... after one month, I will repay you with my soul!"

Since we've asked the Earth Ghost for help, we might as well solve the problem at hand as well.

As a descendant of a witch, Sangque feels that the most valuable thing to a ghost is her soul.

As for how to fulfill his wish later, Sang Que has other plans!

As soon as she finished speaking, Sang Que felt a chill on the back of her neck, as if she was touched by a dry, hairy claw. The cold and chilly feeling made her hair stand on end and she shivered uncontrollably.

With this tremor, the soul-binding rope on Sang Que's body loosened slightly. Sang Que hurriedly tried her best to use teleportation. At the same time, she felt a cold little hand pulling her body.

Sang Que landed in the distance, her legs too stiff to bend, the ground continued to shake, and she almost fell when she turned around.

"Mulan!"

When Qiao Ling found that she had escaped, he hurried over to support her. Seeing that she was suffering from blood loss, he took out a pill and handed it to her mouth.

Sang Que swallowed the medicine and was shocked to see that the soul-catching rope had locked the strange bride in place and replaced her. The strange bride had no veil, and sparks came out from where the chain touched the strange bride's body. The strange bride struggled in pain, her body flashing constantly, trying to break free from the soul-catching rope, but to no avail.

The ghost boy appeared beside Sangque, raised the veil of the strange bride with one hand and gave it to Sangque, turning his head to the side and not looking at Sangque.

It was Yin Tong who had just plotted against the strange bride, deliberately leaving her in the soul-catching rope and even snatching her veil, intending to use the veil to make Sang Que not blame her.

Yin Tong is indeed smart. If the evil bride had not been left behind, the Soul-Catching Rope would probably rush towards her again.

Fortunately, the contract between Yin Tong and her is very strict, otherwise, with Yin Tong's personality, it would be really dangerous to keep him around.

The Evil Bride cannot be retrieved. Until the Evil Bride is consumed by the Soul-Catching Rope, the Soul-Catching Rope will not attack her again.

"What are they doing?" Sang Que noticed the group of people from Yunzhou not far away, all of them were in strange states.

Qiao Ling noticed a dark blue mark on Sang Que's neck left by the earth ghost. He was startled and frowned, saying, "They want to sacrifice all their souls to curse Zuo Jinye."

Sang Que frowned, feeling a little complicated.

She doesn't know Zuo Jinye yet. Just looking at what he has done in the past, his advancement to the realm of ghosts and gods may do more harm than good to the entire Gui Dynasty, and may even pose a threat to the modern world in the future.

Although she was conflicted and tangled in her heart, Sang Que said nothing and did nothing. Everyone has their own destiny, and she was powerless to interfere.

The ground continued to collapse, and the abyss had expanded to the forest where they were. The group of Gu Masters and witches from Yunzhou were all sitting cross-legged among the fallen trees, facing the center of the battlefield. The faces of the more than 400 people were filled with determination.

The old woman in the lead raised her hands and shouted with a trembling but powerful voice: "I use my blood as a covenant and my soul as a curse to curse the evil villain Zuo and the Prime Minister of Daxuan to fall into the abyss of hell forever, suffer the pain of burning in the fire, the pain of piercing ice, and the bite of evil spirits, and never be able to escape!"

Everyone echoed in unison, and their voices echoed in the night sky like thunder.

They began to chant ancient spells in low voices, and every note condensed their life force. A strange darkness appeared among the crowd, swallowing up all the light and suffocating them.

Everyone stared in the direction of Zuo Jinye and slowly stabbed the dagger aimed at their chests into their hearts, letting the pain and the despair of impending death form the most vicious blood curse in the world.

Chengge and Xingzhu were also in the crowd, but the old woman who was leading the group suddenly reached out and grabbed Chengge's wrist, and used her crutch to knock the dagger out of Xingzhu's hand.

The old woman glanced at Sang Que with hope in her eyes, "You and Xing Zhu stay here and make sure to welcome the Five Spirit Saint back home!"

Chengge was trembling all over, looking at the people whose lives were gradually being devoured by the curse, with tears in his eyes, he nodded solemnly.

The sound of a sharp blade piercing the heart rose and fell, echoing through the forest. The dark shadow that permeated the crowd suddenly turned blood-red, like a swarm of mosquitoes and flies, quickly rushing towards Zuo Jinye in the center of the battlefield.

The ground continued to sink and Qiu Wanjun had no idea where he had escaped to.

The Black and White Impermanence kept killing the approaching evil spirits in the reflection of the blood pool under Zuo Jinye's feet. Zuo Jinye and the class owner were each other's reflections, and the characteristics of the two kept exchanging.

Sometimes the troupe leader's costume turned into an official uniform, and sometimes Huadan oil paint appeared on Zuo Jinye's face. The two of them were secretly competing with each other in power, and they were evenly matched.

Suddenly, the blood curse formed by hundreds of people from Yunzhou slammed into Zuo Jinye's body. He trembled all over, and the dark red official uniform on his body quickly turned into a gorgeous costume from the bottom of the hem. The oil paint on his face also quickly spread, and his originally regular facial features became feminine. The hands hanging by his side trembled as they were raised and slowly pinched out the orchid fingers.

The class owner in the reflection let out strange laughs and gained the upper hand.

But Zuo Jin was not at all panicked. He did not even summon the Black and White Impermanence back into his body to help him resist the erosion of the blood curse and the power of the class leader.

Zuo Jinye slowly raised his orchid finger and swept across a special knife at his waist. The knife was shaped like a dagger, covered with rust, and had many iron rings hanging on the end. It was a very ancient sacrificial knife called "Master's Knife".

Ring!

The iron ring vibrated with a crisp sound, and the power that was eroding Zuo Jinye was instantly like seeing its natural enemy. His clothes turned back into official uniform, and the oil paint on his face faded. Although the blood curse was still like a maggot on the tarsal bone, the cursed ghost did not dare to appear due to the vibration of the iron ring, and the blood curse was unharmed.

Instead, the Hua Dan, who was controlled by the troupe owner, was struck by lightning and broke away from him. The Black and White Impermanences swarmed over and besieged the Hua Dan.

Sang Que, who was far away in the woods, was originally planning to leave with Qiao Ling and Cheng Ge, when she suddenly heard the sound of an iron ring vibrating. The palm of her right hand felt hot, and the mountain ghost money emerged uncontrollably, vibrating faintly, and actually resonated with the master's sword.

Sang Que suddenly remembered that when she first arrived in Heishan Village, Yan Daozi mentioned to her when he was talking about the method of controlling ghosts that the prime minister of the current dynasty had an artifact in his hand that could absolutely suppress evil ghosts.

Could it be this master's sword?

At this time, the wind and clouds between heaven and earth suddenly changed, and a gloomy atmosphere surged like a tide. Sang Que heard the uniform footsteps, as if it was the death-threatening drumbeat from the underworld.

Suddenly, a large number of ghosts appeared on all sides of the battlefield. They were wearing tattered armor, holding rusty weapons, and their empty eyes exuded the breath of death.

"This is... the Yin soldiers passing through!" Qiao Ling exclaimed in shock.

When Chengge heard about the Yin soldiers passing by, he instinctively lowered his head and stopped watching, and even lowered Xingzhu's head beside him.

Most of the time, the Yin soldiers only appear around the Ghost Festival. The elders in the family taught that if you encounter the Yin soldiers passing by, you should immediately bow your head and kneel down, praying to the ghosts and gods for help so as not to be conscripted.

It was the first time that Sang Que saw such a scene. She discovered that the armor on these ghost soldiers was of various styles, including armor from various dynasties in China.

She felt a chill on the back of her neck again, and Sang Que understood that this was the Earth Ghost who was invited to fulfill her request. She had just thought that the Earth Ghost's ability was only to help her escape from the Soul-Catching Rope, and it was powerless to help Zuo Jinye fight with the class owner.

It turns out that the underground ghost went to "call for help"!

Zuo Jin, who had just turned the tables in the center of the battlefield, also saw the numerous Yin soldiers and his face became solemn.

The ghost soldiers approached step by step, with black fog rolling under their feet. They were not afraid of the abyss around them. They were like a group of hungry wolves surrounding their helpless prey.

As the ghost soldiers approached, the air was filled with the smell of decay and death. They let out creepy roars, waving their weapons and rushing towards Zuo Jinye.

However, within a few breaths, Zuo Jin was swallowed up by the numerous ghost soldiers, making it impossible for Sang Que and the others to see what was going on inside.

Earth and rocks rolled down, dust filled the sky, the abyss continued to expand, trees were uprooted, and everything seemed extremely fragile in the face of this terrifying force.

Sang Que used his last bit of strength to activate the Gen Gua without hesitation, opening a door to life. When he was about to leave, Sang Que suddenly found that Yin Tong was missing.

She sensed carefully and was surprised to find that the ghost boy was walking among the group of ghost soldiers and moving towards Bai Wuchang.

Well, my short story plan has to be put on hold for the time being. It's not that I haven't finished it, but I have finished it and revised it from beginning to end, which is equivalent to writing it twice. The original story of 100,000 words, I can finally write 200,000 words.

However, in the process of pitching the reality channel of the main site, I found that the social suspense track was incredibly strong and I was still too inexperienced. As the editor said, I still needed to read more books and learn more. I did realize my own shortcomings and realized that I should not just write things impulsively, especially short stories. The shorter the length, the more skill is required.

Therefore, I decided not to publish this failed work for the time being. I will read more books and polish it when I have time. If I can polish it to a level that satisfies me, I will publish it. If not, I will put it aside. I really want to try this track, and I believe that time will not let anyone down. As long as I have enough time to study, I will always be able to break into this track.

I’ve been quite frustrated because of this recently, but it doesn’t matter, life is about experiencing all kinds of possibilities, and everyone will have low points. Once they’re over, we’ll be on the road to success. Come on!
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See you tomorrow~