I have a weird dynasty

Chapter 495: The Sacrifice is Over (asking for monthly tickets)

The witch stood quietly by and watched Sangque write. There were some typos and some that were difficult to recognize. All the strokes were wrong, which made the witch frown.

But when all five short sentences were written, the witch suddenly realized what was going on when she looked at the whole thing.

"Gift soul!"

Sang Que stood up while holding his bleeding hand. His body had become so transparent that the trees behind him were visible.

"Please, end this sacrifice! Send away all the ghosts and gods that shouldn't exist in this world!"

Sang Que firmly believed that his original idea was correct. The supernatural chaos started by the witch should also be ended by the witch, but she had to use a different method.

The witch didn't understand what Sangque said, but she read the urgency and pleading in her eyes. Then, looking at the crooked and typo-stricken words on the ground, the witch nodded in understanding.

She is the village shrine maiden and is very familiar with sacrifices. When someone dies in the village, they will gather together to sing "Lihun" so that the dead soul can go to the kingdom of God and rest in peace.

Facing the strong wind, the witch took off a small round drum from her waist. The drum was made of some kind of bone and was engraved with ancient runes. It was simple and mysterious.

The witch beat the drum, the rhythm gradually increased, and she danced to the beat of the drum. Her steps were light and solemn, and her colorful clothes fluttered in the wind.

"When it comes to rituals, you can play the drums, and when you pass on the ballet, you can dance..."

The witch opened her red lips and sang this last sacrificial poem, as if she was communicating with the gods and praying for the ghosts to leave.

The singing voice entered Sangque's ears, shook Sangque's soul, and then came out of Sangque's soul, resounding in the abyss of Nine Netherworlds.

Ethereal and mysterious.

In the clear sky of the Weird Dynasty and the endless dark night of the Chinese land, everyone heard the sound of drums and singing at this moment.

Ghosts hidden in the darkness appeared one after another, also listening attentively.

"... Spring orchids and autumn chrysanthemums, everlasting forever!"

With the last sentence uttered and the last drumbeat sounded, everything seemed to have come to an end.

In the shopping malls and streets of modern cities, the figures of ghosts gradually fade away. When the wind blows, they float away like ashes and disappear into the air.

Jiang Zao and Xu Yichao, who had been hiding in the shop, came out with their classmates. Others also went out onto the street and watched the hideous shadows disappear one after another. The dark clouds above their heads gradually dissipated in the ethereal aftertaste of the singing.

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The street lights flickered and came back on.

Jiang Zao, who was holding the backpack tightly, felt her arms suddenly become empty. She looked down in panic and found that the puppet in the backpack had scattered into a handful of sawdust.

Xu Yichao also sensed something and turned back in panic, only to see that the paper girl had disappeared with only half of her face left, and she gave him a relieved smile.

"Don't go!"

Xu Yichao stretched out his hand, and the wind slipped away from his fingertips, leaving only a hint of coldness.

……

Inside the institute's shelter, the ground was covered in ashes and no ghosts were seen.

On the Lei Shi Mountain, the members of the mobile team who had just become ghost walkers looked at each other and saw wisps of black smoke emanating from their teammates. They could no longer sense the evil aura in their bodies, and the ghost soldier runes attached to their cold weapons gradually disappeared.

In front, a rotten hand stretched out from the bundle of red hair.

All the hair was turning into ashes and falling down. Even so, the hair was still trying its last bit of strength to wrap around the rotten hand, pulling it inwards to prevent him from getting out.

Everyone looked at each other anxiously, but they had lost their ghost power and now had no idea how to stop the hair from disappearing.

In the end, everyone could only watch as the last strand of hair disappeared, and the owner of the hand finally appeared before everyone.

His body was covered in black stains, his flesh was rotten and exposed, his eyes were white, and he was like a walking corpse, relying on his obsession to move forward.

He raised his head, staring at the bright moon in the sky with his pale eyes after the dark clouds had dispersed, and a hoarse sound came out of his throat.

"Fairy...land..."

As the voice fell, his raised foot failed to touch the ground, and his whole body was blown into fine black sand by a gust of wind, swirling towards the ancient house of the Republic of China. Only the tattered clothes were left there.

"Let's go in and take a look!" Several captains of the mobile teams led their team members and quickly entered the ancient house of the Republic of China and came to the broken hole on the underground floor where the Black Tai Sui lived.

Black Tai Sui is shrinking inwards, as if all its strength has been drained away, becoming increasingly shriveled and smaller.

……

Weird Dynasty.

The Bagua mirror on the door of the imperial study shattered, and the mask on Magu's face also broke into pieces, revealing the old and wrinkled face underneath.

The echo of the song just now lingered in her ears. She collapsed to her knees, and black smoke dissipated from her body.

"Queen... Madam..."

Magu stretched out her hand toward the sky, as if she saw the woman who had founded Daxuan together with Emperor Gaozu and who regarded her as a sister. She stretched out her hand toward her, wanting to take her away.

As the ghost power in her body quickly disappeared, Magu's vitality also quickly dissipated, and she died of old age.

She had lived too long. If it weren't for the support of ghost power, she would have turned into a handful of dirt long ago.

Without Magu to resist, the imperial guards rushed into the imperial study and surrounded Liu Ruijing.

Liu Ruijing sat upright on the dragon throne, a smile on his lips, and drank the wine in the glass.

……

In the Prime Minister's Mansion, He Buning fell to the ground unconscious and his heart stopped beating. Xiao Liu was panicked and at a loss, and could only continue to perform the cardiopulmonary resuscitation technique that Sang Que had taught him.

In the various Taoist temples and offices for suppressing evil, all the evil spirits on the ghosts disappeared, and the Taoists who prayed to the Taoist God also lost contact with him.

Those below the ghost level are safe and sound, while those above the ghost level fall into a coma.

Outside the Tibetan Ten Thousand Buddha Forest, the palm of the Longevity Buddha that was suppressing the ghosts suddenly collapsed. Although the ghosts disappeared at the same time, the Longevity Buddha no longer responded.

The same situation occurred inside and outside the Dawn Base. As the Red Ghost fell, all the zombies fell to the ground motionless and completely turned into corpses. Puppet master Chu Mowei and all the flesh and blood puppets stopped moving and stood in various places like statues. The flesh and blood parts of their bodies melted, leaving only wooden frames to support their bodies.

Liu Tianyou's ghost realm collapsed as he fell to the ground and lost consciousness. Yu Da, Hua Qianmian, Qin Ze and others also fell one after another and lost consciousness.

"Carry them all to the medical room! Quick!"

Zhao Yunshu directed everyone to start the rescue, extremely anxious.

……

In Heishan Village, Yin Tong sat on an old locust tree and let go of the shattered statue of the God of Drama to be blown away by the wind.

She hugged the scroll tightly in her arms, curled up in the direction of the Black Water Lake, and her body and the painting became increasingly dim.

"I want to come back... to fulfill my wish..."

……

In the mountains and valleys, the witches finished their dance, the songs stopped, and the drums stopped.

The grand sacrifice ended and the gods and ghosts in heaven and earth returned to their respective places.

The breath of blood and death receded, the mountains and forests were quiet, and the leaves rustled, like a sigh, or like a thank you to the witch.

Only the last trace of the mulberry bird remained, illuminated by the sunlight penetrating through the forest and turning it into a golden color.

The token, the master's sword and the mountain ghost money all shattered.

Sang Que felt a sudden lightening from his body to his soul, as if the shackles that had bound him for thousands of years had finally been loosened.

The witch picked some flowers and plants by the roadside, held them in a handful, and handed them to Sangque.

Sang Que smiled, reached out to take the flower, and his fingertips brushed the petals, but he was unable to hold it. His figure completely disappeared between heaven and earth, leaving only mottled light and shadows, and the rustling of falling flowers.

"Thank you……"

see you tomorrow~
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