I have a weird dynasty

Chapter 459: Life for Life (asking for monthly votes)

After Sang Que said this, Zuo Jin knew that Sang Que was determined to compete with him.

There is not enough room in this world for too many ghosts and gods. Many beings are worshipped by the people, such as the fish woman, who are called ghosts and gods by the people, but in fact they have not reached the realm of true ghosts and gods.

They only use external objects such as statues to perform ghost and god works and grant power to believers.

Currently, the only ghosts and gods who can truly reach the realm of ghosts and gods are Daojun, Shoufo and him.

If he had not destroyed Empress Wu's foundation and pulled her down from the throne, he might not have had a chance of success today.

Zuo Jin also remembered what Wu You once said, that there were many gods in the fairyland.

Why can only three ghosts and gods exist here at the same time?
Zuo Jin also had a feeling that if Sang Que really advanced to the ghost and god realm, his situation would be worse than it is now.

He originally wanted to negotiate peace, but now it seems that this path is not feasible, so he can only take the second path.

Zuo Jinye's gaze was fixed. Sang Que heard the sound of chains. Standing high in the sky, the huge Black Wuchang was holding the Soul-Catching Rope with both hands, looking at her with murderous eyes.

Sang Que's scalp tightened, and all the strength in her body was suppressed by the ghost realm. She watched helplessly as the soul-catching rope came towards her but she could not move at all.

Yin Tong grabbed Sang Que's hand and tried to drag her away, but it was of no avail.

puff!

The sound of a sharp blade entering flesh was heard, and the soul-catching rope pierced through Sang Que's chest and was suddenly retracted.

Sang Que spat out a mouthful of blood in severe pain, but she did not die. Instead, she became weak instantly, and the resuscitation took effect. The Qi and blood in her body accelerated the healing of her injuries.

Zuo Jin really wanted to kill her, and he did it without hesitation. He must have wanted to buy a dozen years so that he could find another way.

Sang Que was not dead, and Zuo Jin was a little surprised. His brows moved slightly, and Bai Wuchang, with his long tongue sticking out, smashed the mourning stick towards Sang Que again.

Seeing this situation, Yin Tong actually took a step forward and stood in front of Sang Que.

"Zuo Jin Ye!"

Suddenly a loud shout came from somewhere, and Sang Que and Zuo Jin were both startled at the same time. This was the voice of the storyteller Mo Yanshu.

The Black and White Impermanence seemed to sense something and looked up at the same time, and Sang Que dodged the attack.

The sky of the entire ghost domain suddenly collapsed, and the water from the bottom of the lake poured down like a waterfall. There were countless pale and swollen corpses in the water, which squeezed together to form a huge arm. It passed through the crack in the sky and slapped down hard at the position where Zuo Jinye was.

Water ghost!

Sang Que's pupils trembled, and he immediately retreated with Yin Tong.

boom!
The ghost domain was shaking, the fog was surging, and the palm formed by the corpses was only three feet away from touching the ground when it was stopped by the mourning stick and soul-catching rope of the Black and White Impermanence.

Zuo Jin also had a solemn expression on his face, and he was having a hard time enduring it. It was very likely that he had not yet fully recovered from the influence of the blood curse.

Also, when he was speaking earlier, his expression and eyes changed uncontrollably several times, indicating that his ghost realm was unstable.

The suppressing force on her body loosened. Sang Que didn't know what the storyteller was doing outside, but this was definitely her best chance to escape.

Sang Que used the last hexagram to open the door without hesitation, took a step out, and bumped into the wall of the alley in Yufu Village.

After successfully escaping from Zuo Jinye's ghost realm, Sang Que looked up and saw the pale storyteller coughing up blood and writing on the wall with his fingers dipped in the blood.

[The Prime Minister of Daxuan Dynasty, Zuo Wuwei, died, died, died...]

Apart from the first line, there was no other content. The storyteller had a crazy smile on his face and wrote faster and faster against the wall, filling every empty space on the wall with the word "death".

Sang Wan once asked Sang Que why storytellers did not use real names when writing stories, but always used characteristic pronouns.

Because except for the dead, once the storyteller writes down the real name of a living person, it means exchanging life for life.

There is no need for too much story content, no need for any special paper, using one's own blood, melting one's own hatred, and just one word of death, it can naturally cause a disaster. Zuo Jin also hid his real name very deeply, and Mo Yanshu traveled for many years and sacrificed a lot before he learned it.

He had been waiting for this opportunity, waiting to see Zuo Jinye die with his own eyes. There would be no point if he couldn't see it with his own eyes.

Such crazy behavior is hard for ordinary people to understand.

But Sang Que still wanted to thank Mo Yanshu for helping her hold back Zuo Jinye.

Now Zuo Jin was also dragged into the ghost realm by the water ghost that suddenly appeared. The entire Yufu Village was shaking, and a large amount of lake water and things on the bottom of the lake began to appear out of thin air under Sang Que's feet.

The fusion of reality and illusion indicates that the entire Yuwu Village is gradually leaving the hidden world and is about to appear at the bottom of the lake in the real world.

"Let those people protect Mo Yanshu."

Sang Que instructed Yin Tong, who nodded and controlled the group of people controlled by the snake poison to form a human wall around Mo Yanshu.

Mo Yanshu coughed violently, glanced in the direction of Sang Que, and his lips moved silently.

See you later, little sister...

Sang Que nodded, said nothing, and turned and left.

Zuo Jinye's aura covered the entire Yufu Village. Sang Que was unable to use teleportation and could only run hard with the help of his feet.

The suffocating feeling of drowning came from time to time. Sang Que would suddenly step on empty air as if sinking to the bottom of the lake, with pale corpses rushing out around her. She would take another step forward and step on solid ground again, but the pale corpses were still there, trying to tear her apart.

"Red ghost, come here!"

Sangque jumped onto the back of the red ghost and used the flying corpse's ability to escape at high speed. Yintong followed on both sides and helped Sangque clear the obstacles.

Those corpse muds will follow if they can, but there is nothing they can do if they can’t.

The hexagram has been used up. Sang Que can no longer leave the hidden world, nor can he become invisible, let alone return to the modern world.

Even with the presence of a high-level being like Zuo Jinye, she was unable to open the theater and absorb the ghosts that were previously trapped inside.

These corpse slaves like water ghosts are not particularly strong, and the power they can absorb is very limited, so it will take a long time to put together a complete hexagram.

Finally, I stepped out of the gate of Yufu Village, and all I saw before me was the charred remains of the raging fire.

The sounds of flowing water, ghosts crying, and roaring came one after another behind him. No matter what was happening behind him, it had nothing to do with Sangque now.

She had to escape from the bottom of the lake as soon as possible, otherwise once she sank into the water, the water ghost would put a lot of pressure on her.

After great efforts, the red ghost finally crossed the mountain of corpses and reached the lake with Sangque on his back.

In the distance, the hidden world and the real world are gradually overlapping, the courtyards in Pinghu Village are collapsing, the white mist is boiling, causing the row of green willow trees on the lakeshore to wither quickly, and everything is losing its vitality.

Chi Gui had just taken a step with Sang Que on her back when a white shadow suddenly flashed in front of her, and Bai Wuchang grinned and hit her with a mourning stick.

"Certainly!"

Sang Que and Yin Tong shouted in unison, and Bai Wuchang's hands stiffened for a moment, but in just a second, he broke free from the restraints.

But Sang Que had already taken out the lottery stick and shook out a bad lot. In this situation, it was too late to give the lottery stick to Chi Gui, so she had to do it herself.

The bamboo stick fell to the ground, and Bai Wuchang's mourning stick changed direction strangely, brushing past Sang Que's side and hitting the lake.

The lake water disappeared out of thin air, leaving behind a strange gully.

Bai Wuchang, who had drawn the worst fortune, had a worrying hit rate at the moment. Sang Que asked Chi Gui to continue running. Chi Gui's body trembled and did not move. Sang Que looked down and saw that Chi Gui's feet were tightly grasped by many hands stretched out from underwater.

Those swollen faces were crowded together, looking at the mulberry bird from under the lake.