I have a weird dynasty

Chapter 413 Thousand Faces (asking for monthly ticket)

"What kind of Thousand-Faced God?" Sang Que asked.

Zhang Junyao was a little puzzled by Sang Que's sudden eagerness. "I haven't seen the Thousand-Faced God either. I heard from Liang San that in Baigou Village north of Sanchuan City, villagers began to worship a Thousand-Faced God of unknown origin at some point. They said that the God would respond to any prayer and was very effective."

"Are there any mass graves or charity cemeteries around Baigou Village?"

Zhang Junyao opened her eyes slightly, "How did you know? There is indeed a mass grave in the north of Sanchuan City. The government does not allow corpses to be discarded at will, but poor people cannot even afford to buy firewood to burn corpses, so they always discard corpses at night, and slowly a mass grave is formed."

"It was Liang San who told me that a charity cemetery was built next to the mass grave two or three months ago. There is a hunchback who specializes in collecting and processing corpses. The price is fair. Wait, why is this time point similar to the time when the Thousand-Faced God appeared? Is there a connection between the two?"

Sang Que hurriedly said, "Draw the location of the mass grave and the locations of the other two evil spirits. I will go to the mass grave first and then help you catch the evil spirits."

Zhang Junyao nodded, "Do you need me to accompany you?"

"No need. I'll find someone else to accompany me. You're being watched by the Zhao family, so it's safer to stay in the city."

"That's right, wait a moment."

Zhang Junyao drew a map for Sang Que and also considerately attached some banknotes and small change. Sang Que still acted as the owner of a cloth shop. After leaving the grain shop, he drove his donkey cart straight to where Yao Zhen set up a fortune-telling stall.

Jia Liang came with a mission, which was to investigate the situation in Sanchuan City. Cheng Ge had lived in Yunzhou for a long time and was very interested in the Central Plains. The two of them acted together. As long as they were careful not to offend the two captains of Jinzhou, the other people in the Evil Suppression Division would not be able to catch them.

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According to the instructions on the map, it takes a day and a half to ride on horseback from Sanchuan City to the mass grave near Baigou Village.

It was almost night when Sang Que found Yao Zhen. She left the donkey cart at the inn and the two of them walked out of the city.

After nightfall, Sangque released the paper-making craftsman and asked him to make a paper horse and a paper carriage out of yellow paper that had the scent of incense on it. After being burned in fire, the paper horse and carriage became lifelike and looked just like the real thing.

"Wonderful!"

Yaozhen jumped onto the horse and looked around. She could feel the negative energy all over the vehicle and it was very cold sitting on it.

The red umbrella ghost still held the red umbrella and appeared on the shaft of the carriage, driving it. Four ghost slaves floated on both sides of the carriage. When Sangque shouted "Gee", the whole carriage suddenly sped away, and its speed was no slower than the sedan chair.

In less than half an hour, the paper carriage arrived at the mass grave.

The night was dark and endless, blood crows were crying, and the mulberry bird jumped off the carriage. Its sight penetrated the tombstones and graves in the weeds, and it saw a small blue brick courtyard standing under a century-old dead tree in the distance. Not far away from the courtyard, there was a faint flickering fire, and the air was filled with the smell of burnt flesh and blood.

Yao Zhen followed behind Sang Que and said after taking a quick look, "This place... is very clean!"

Clean means there are no evil spirits or ghosts around. It is indeed not normal to be there at night, especially in a place like a mass grave.

"Go in and have a look."

Sang Que led the way, walking through the mass grave towards the charity cemetery. Not far away, they saw an ugly hunchbacked man wielding a hoe to dig up a desolate grave, picking up the bones inside and throwing them onto the cart behind him.

"We dig during the day and at night, but we can never finish digging up all the bodies! We just dumped our ancestors carelessly, how heartless! Who is that!"

When the hunchback heard footsteps, he looked up and saw Sangque and Yaozhen.

He only glanced at Sangque, and his eyes fell on Yaozhen, who was wearing a Taoist robe. He took two steps back in fear.

Yao Zhen took two steps forward, with a friendly look on his face, "Wulian Daojun, I am passing by here with my friend. It's getting late and we have nowhere to stay. I wonder if you can take us in for one night?"

The hunchback said in a humming voice, "This is a charity cemetery, full of dead people, don't you think it's unlucky?" Yao Zhen smiled and said, "It's enough to have a roof over your body."

The hunchback thought for a moment, then nodded with a frown, quickly picked up the bones he had just dug out and put them on the cart, pushed the cart and led the way without saying anything.

Yaozhen turned to look at Sangque and found a gray light flashed in Sangque's eyes, and then the corners of his lips curled up. Yaozhen was confused. Sangque smiled without saying a word and followed the hunchback.

The hunchback led the two to the entrance of the charity cemetery and opened it. "There is no one else in the cemetery. You can go in by yourselves. I will go and burn these bones."

After saying this, the hunchback pushed the cart towards the place where the fire was. His task was to clean up the mass grave and burn all the ownerless corpses to prevent too many bones from piling up and breeding evil spirits.

The front yard of the charity cemetery was full of coffins, sealed with talisman paper. Yaozhen couldn't see anything. Sangque saw through his ghost eyes that the inside of the coffins were all filled with intact human skins, of men, women, young and old, of all ages and identities.

She had just used her ghost eyes to check on the hunchback, but actually didn't find anything unusual. What she saw were all real things that happened to the hunchback in the past. However, she saw a familiar abacus in the hunchback's arms, which confirmed that this guy was Hua Qianmian.

It’s great that Hua Qianmian is still alive. It’s obvious that she has reached the ghost level. Her disguise is no longer just a face, but a superb camouflage that even ghost eyes cannot distinguish.

The human skins in these coffins in the yard must be the bodies that Hua Qianmian replaced.

"Is this the Qianmian you are looking for?" Yaozhen asked Sangque quietly.

Sang Que nodded, "Almost the same."

Seeing the water tank in the yard, Sang Que walked over, scooped water with a ladle, took out the makeup remover oil in a small bottle, slowly washed off the makeup on her face, and restored her original appearance.

After washing, Sangque and Yaozhen stood in the front yard waiting. After a while, the camel came back pushing the cart.

"It's still too late at night..."

Before he could finish his words, the hunchback walked in and saw Sangque standing in the yard. He was shocked and his eyes widened.

Sang Que raised his lips and smiled, "Long time no see, Qianmian."

As soon as Sang Que finished speaking, the hunchback in front of him suddenly deflated and turned into a piece of human skin that fell to the ground. Then the lid of a coffin next to him was suddenly pushed open, and a girl about the same age as Sang Que sat up, her eyes full of surprise.

"Sang Mulan!"

Hua Qianmian was very excited, but she still lowered her voice and dared not shout too loudly. She came out of the coffin, ran quickly to Sang Que, looked left and right, somewhat unbelieving.

"I thought you had already..."

Sang Que also said, "I thought you..."

Both of them tacitly agreed not to say that unlucky word.

"Come on, come on, sit inside. Tonight you have to tell me what happened in Wangshan City after that day. By the way, where is the scholar surnamed Liu? I woke up and found something unusual. Is he not dead?"

Hua Qianmian pulled Sang Que into the main hall of the charity cemetery, and suddenly realized that Yaozhen was still standing next to them. Hua Qianmian stopped and stared at Yaozhen.

"I just realized that you look familiar. Didn't I see you outside the city on the night of the ghost disaster in Wangshan City? You were blocking the procession of ghosts carrying the coffin?"

This was the first time Sangque had heard of this and she looked at Haruma in surprise.

Yao Zhen looked calm, tucked his hands into his sleeves, "It's just a small matter, nothing to worry about."

Sang Que smiled, sensing a kind of pretentious feeling of "hiding one's merits and fame" from Yao Zhen.