I have a weird dynasty

Chapter 78 Storyteller (asking for monthly ticket)
Sang Que felt her mother's strong desire, and she looked at the bronze token on the table.

"The storyteller is a member of Jiuge, and so is my biological mother. The storyteller has appeared in Dongyang County, which is a day's drive from the post station where I live now. With this bronze token, I should be able to contact him."

Sang Wan picked up the bronze token. "If what you think is true, the mountain ghosts of the Gui Dynasty are related to the mountain ghosts of modern times, then the Nine Songs should also have some connection with modern times. What I can think of now is the Nine Songs in the Chu Ci, a total of eleven sacrificial music chapters, depicting nine gods."

"At present, our understanding of the Gui Dynasty is limited, so let's not speculate too much. I will copy the token and look for relevant information when I have time. If you feel reluctant or dangerous to go to the storyteller, you must withdraw in time. Jiuge is a cult wanted by the Suppression of Evils Bureau, so you must be careful not to be targeted by the Suppression of Evils Bureau."

Sang Que sighed, "I was planning to join the Suppression of Evils Division when I arrived in Wangshan City, collect information first, work hard to improve myself, and then go to Shengjing. But now I have become a cultist."

Sang Wan said softly, "Perhaps this is one of the reasons why your biological mother didn't tell you everything, so that you could have a blank slate and have the opportunity to slowly understand the Gui Dynasty from your own perspective, and then choose the camp you want to join. Instead of instilling everything about Jiuge directly into you, giving you a preconceived impression and affecting your judgment."

Sang Que's heart was trembling. He had never thought that his biological mother could have such a reason for deliberately becoming a riddler.

Prejudice is a mountain that blocks people's vision, preventing them from seeing the clear and vast world behind the mountain, and makes them naturally believe that there are only mud and gullies there.

Sang Que nodded seriously, "I understand, Mom. Since Dongyang County is close, I will go find the storyteller first to learn about Jiuge, and then go all the way to Wangshan City to learn about the Evil Suppression Division. I will take the long view on going to Shengjing. At least I have to wait until Yin Tong advances and I can enter the fourth level of Jiuyou and become a ghost-level strongman before going."

Sang Que began to worry about the Yin Tong advancement ceremony again, and cursed the naughty kid countless times in his heart!
Sang Wan said, "It's getting late. Go to bed for a while. You can sleep better at home. Mom will sort these things out."

Sang Que went to bed, and Sang Wan read Yan Daozi's letters again, especially the page attached at the end, which was the storyteller's unfinished manuscript, which they found from somewhere.

It has no beginning, no end, and no name, just a few opening sentences.

[Dear readers, please sit quietly and drink tea, and listen to me tell you about an old grudge in an old house. It is about a person who returned to his hometown. It was a strange experience that he could not avoid or escape due to fate. That day, the wind and clouds suddenly changed, and it rained heavily...]

Apart from these few sentences, there is a large blank space afterwards, making it impossible to infer what story this is.

Sang Wan was indeed eager for the ability of a storyteller, because she felt that this ability would allow her to help Sang Que do more things.

But everything is just speculation at the moment. We will have to wait until Sang Que finds the storyteller to see what will happen specifically.

Putting the letter aside, Sang Wan spread out a piece of white paper and began to make a rubbing of the bronze token.

*
Nothing happened all night.

Sang Que briefly entered the Nine Nether Hell in his sleep. The level did not change much, only the third level with 230 steps.

Her heart lamp has indeed become much more stable and has reached the third level, level 9.

As long as she collects the incense and wishes of 221 more people, it will be able to completely match her current level of the Nine Netherworld, making her soul more stable and able to choose whether to continue moving to the lower levels of the Nine Netherworld or stay where she is.

At half past four, the alarm clock woke Sang Que up. It was getting light in the Gui Dynasty around five o'clock, so she had to go back early.

My mother also woke up early and prepared food for her for the next three days, as well as dried ancient costumes, which were all placed in the living room.

"Oh, Xiaoque, I forgot to tell you yesterday that the demolition work in Xujiawan Village has resumed. I heard that the first building to be demolished was the Tianjing Building."

Sang Wan put the packed dry food into Sang Que's bag and said casually.

Sang Que sorted her clothes in front of the mirror in the entrance hall, "Did Grandma Xu come to see me?"

"not yet."

Sang Que took the bag from Sang Wan and thought of something else, "Has that story-telling group appeared recently?"

Sang Wan shook her head. "Your old phone is on my computer desk, very quiet. I have also searched for relevant content on the Internet, but found nothing. Take your time. Are you going to be gone for three days again this time?"

"Well, once I settle down in Dongyang County, I will come back to let you know that I am safe. I will look for storytellers there during the day and come back to do my homework at night. It is time to do it. Mom, I want to bring some delicious food to Xia Chan. Is there anything else at home that I can bring?"

"I'll go look for it. You should finish your hair and have breakfast."

Meow~~
Speaking of eating, Xuanyu also woke up, stretched his muscles, licked his fur and washed his face.

After breakfast, Sang Wan helped Sang Que check the wound on her neck, disinfected it again, and covered it with a black cloth. When she came back in three days, they could remove the stitches.

"Xiao Que," Sang Wan thought for a moment and reminded Sang Que before leaving, "The storyteller mentioned rain in the unfinished story. If it rains during your trip to Dongyang County, it's best not to go out." "Speaking of which, you are also a person who has returned to his hometown. We don't know how far the storyteller's story will affect, and whether it will be related to the area where he lives. It's better to be careful."

"Okay, I'll pay attention."

At five o'clock, Sangque went to the garden and tried to draw a door on the ground, but failed.

After a final round of attempts, I opened the door of a large box at home with a lid that could be lifted up, and went to the Gui Dynasty.

After Sang Que left, Sang Wan felt the house was cold and lonely. Fortunately, the little general was still crying in the cage.

Sang Wan let the little general out, and the little general ran to the red maple tree in the yard to dig the soil. He dug for a long time before turning around to pee.

"You are not a cat, how come you learn to be like Xuanyu?"

Sang Wan laughed and shook his head, then slowly moved back to the bedroom, ready to take a nap before going to the medical institution to continue rehabilitation.

*
In the guest room of the inn, Sang Que pushed the door open and Xia Chan, who was lying on the bed, sat up with his nose twitching without even opening his eyes.

"smell good……"

Sang Que quickly closed the doors and windows and brought the instant chicken wings that her mother had made in the air fryer that morning to the bedside.

"Hurry up, little cicada, eat it while it's hot."

Xia Chan swallowed his saliva and picked up the brown and greasy chicken wings. He couldn't wait to put them to his mouth, but forced himself to put them in front of Sang Que.

"Sister, eat."

"I've eaten. Here are some bread, um... steamed buns, and freshly squeezed watermelon juice." Sang Que shook the bamboo tube used to hold water in his hand.

The summer cicada devoured the chicken wings ravenously, even chewing up the bones and swallowing them.

"Xiaochan has never eaten anything so delicious before. It's so delicious. Wow—"

Xia Chan was so attracted by the fragrance that she cried out loud. She ate while crying and ate while crying. Except for her mother and Kou Yushan, no one had ever been so kind to her.

"Eat slowly. Come, have a sip." Sangque opened the bamboo tube, fed Xia Chan a sip of watermelon juice, and looked at her with a smile.

"It's so sweet and delicious... Sister, will Xiaochan die after eating this?"

Xia Chan wiped her tears with her sleeves and sobbed continuously.

"Don't talk nonsense. You have to live to be a hundred years old. If you like it, I will bring it to you next time. But this is a secret between you and me. You must not tell anyone else, otherwise you will never be able to eat it again, understand?"

Xia Chan stuffed his mouth with bread, nodded vigorously, and made a hushing gesture to Sang Que with a very serious look.

meow~
Xuanyu squatted on the table and continued to lick his paws and wash his face. He had already eaten his fill at home in the morning.

Sang Que took out the small porcelain bottle containing corpse mud from her bag. She left the whole jar at home, so she only brought a small jar with her. It would be enough for her. Otherwise, she would have to carry the big jar everywhere, which would be inconvenient.

Letting the stench of corpse mud cover up the aroma of the food, Sang Que burned the brown paper wrapping the chicken wings, and asked Xuan Yu and Xia Chan to stay in the room and not run around, and she went to find Kou Yushan alone.

When they arrived at the courtyard of the post station, Kou Yushan was standing under a tree and talking with the old village chief Du Enfu, Liu Tianyou, Shouhou, He Baosheng, and an old man from Shihe Village.

Sang Que nodded to Kou Yushan from a distance, and Kou Yushan motioned her to come over.

Sang Que joined the crowd. Except for the old people from Shihe Village, everyone else, including Du Enfu, respected Sang Que very much and nodded in greeting.

Everyone in Heishan Village knew that if it weren't for Sangque, He Buning would not have left the fire last night. The fire was to help Sangque get through the Ghost Festival, not to help them.

And since Sang Que was personally invited by He Buning, the night patrol captain, to join the Evil Suppression Division, his future is limitless.

(End of this chapter)