I have a weird dynasty

Chapter 88 Story Rules (asking for monthly tickets)

The Su Liangyuan in front of him was completely different from the Su Liangyuan who was kneeling on the ground crying and holding the strong man's legs to beg for help to save his son, except for his facial features. His temperament and body shape were completely different. It was like a completely different person.

A chilly and biting breath came like a tide, instantly trapping the mulberry bird. It was the evil fog!

It was thicker and more dangerous than Yin Tong's evil fog. In the blink of an eye, only gray fog was left around, and everything disappeared.

Sang Que stepped back subconsciously and was on guard. The oppressive feeling at this moment made her dare not even breathe, just like when she was powerless and faced Yan Daozi's scrutiny for the first time.

You can't act rashly. If you move, the other party will surely attack and kill you, and you may not be able to escape from the evil fog he created.

Sang Que hugged Xuan Yu tightly and comforted him secretly, mobilizing all his brain cells to think about the current situation.

The identity of the visitor is unknown, and the situation is unclear. He mentioned Yan Daozi, so he must know Yan Daozi, but why did he come to her?
Iron sword!

The iron sword in her hand belongs to Yan Daozi!
Yan Daozi's information about storytellers all came from an old friend of his, who must be Su Liangyuan in front of him. He and Yan Daozi had made an appointment to meet here to find the storyteller together.

Yan Daozi did not tell Wan Xiangtou of the ghost theater troupe about her affairs, and maybe he didn't tell anyone else either.

You can try to trick him first!
Sang Que quickly hid the surprise in his eyes, pretended to be puzzled, and was obviously on guard, "My master asked me to come in first to explore the way."

Su Liangyuan had one hand behind his back, holding something unknown. His entire body was shrouded in a misty gray fog. He squinted his eyes to examine Sang Que, then took a deep look at the black jade in her arms.

"Yan Daozi is your master? Isn't his disciple a man? His name is Mingzhang?"

"I killed him!" Sang Que looked calm.

Su Liangyuan's eyes flashed with surprise, and then he laughed, "Didn't Yan Daozi tell you about me?"

Sang Que took out Yan Daozi's Dao Bell from his bag again, "Master told me not to ask around, just say someone saw his sword and Dao Bell and will come to pick him up."

Su Liangyuan glanced at Dao Ling and nodded slightly. The evil fog around him dissipated a little. He thought to himself that Yan Daozi was a coward, as timid as a mouse. He always let others explore the way for him and ran away faster than anyone else when something happened.

If the method Yan Daozi told him about pretending to be an evil spirit and deceiving it was not really effective, which reduced the chances of him being attacked by the evil spirit, he would not have bothered to help Yan Daozi.

Yan Daozi still has some conscience since he didn't leak out his information casually.

Yan Daozi's previous disciple had won him high praise. Since this one was able to kill the previous one and take his place, he must be superior in character and aptitude.

The reason why I was not killed by the curse just now must be that Yan Daozi gave me something to save my life. Yan Daozi has a lot of good things!

"Do you know what you are here for?" Su Liangyuan asked.

Sang Que nodded, "Look for a storyteller."

"Which level of Jiuyou is it?"

“Just entered the second floor.”

Su Liangyuan opened his eyes in surprise, and nodded slightly, "It's true. Your master asked me to find an easy-to-control evil spirit for his previous disciple Ming Zhang. I guess you need one too, right?"

Sang Que showed an urgent look, "Do you have any ideas?"

Su Liangyuan smiled, "Of course. Too many people died in the Ming Mansion. Because of the storyteller's intervention, all the dead people became ghosts. It's easy to catch one that suits you."

"The nine brides alone are enough for you to choose from. If you are able to capture the freak Miss of the Ming family, you will be able to establish a connection with the God of the Ming family, and your potential is endless."

If Sang Que hadn't known that becoming a ghost walker is 99% dependent on accidents and luck, and really believed Su Liangyuan's lies, how many ignorant people have they deceived with this excuse?
Judging from the fact that Yan Daozi addressed Su Liangyuan as "senior brother" in the letter, Su Liangyuan is most likely also a disciple of Taoism, and a ghost-walker. The evil spirit he controls has the same evil fog as Yin Tong.

Overall, he is stronger than Yan Daozi, and is probably about the same strength as her. So Su Liangyuan's evil fog is the third level of evil fog. Is there any new change? Otherwise, how could he stay in Ming Mansion for a day and a night without any trouble? Of course, what he said to his son before might also be a lie.

It is the habit of people like Yan Daozi to raise an apprentice as a pathfinder. The son mentioned by Su Liangyuan before must be the apprentice he sacrificed.

The show was performed in front for the three strong men of the outlaws, probably to lure people in to explore the way.

The purpose of finding her now is obvious.

Sang Que was in a bad mood, and he couldn't suppress the murderous intent in his heart. He wished he could take out his butcher knife and kill Su Liangyuan with one blow.

But she is still under the side effects of recovery. She must remember her mother's advice and not make decisions when she is emotional. She must be wary of Su Liangyuan, who, like Yan Daozi, has multiple cards up his sleeve.

It would be better to follow Su Liangyuan first and get information from the storyteller and Ming Mansion.

"Master uncle," Sang Que called him tentatively. Su Liangyuan did not refute, so she continued, "What is the current situation of the Ming Mansion? Are you trapped too?"

"Don't talk nonsense. I came in to find the storyteller. Otherwise, I would have escaped long ago. Now the story of Mr. Ming is ongoing. When it comes to the end, the storyteller will definitely show up. That will be a good time to catch him." Su Liangyuan felt as if Sang Que had poked a hole in his heart and was very emotional.

"But this storyteller is too powerful. There is simply no way to solve his mystery." Sang Que said deliberately.

Su Liangyuan snorted coldly, "He is just a sorcerer under the throne of the fallen evil god. His methods are a bit treacherous, but there are ways to crack them. Come with me, I will tell you in detail on the way. Keep an eye on your cat and don't scare the dirty things in the Ming Mansion."

As soon as he finished speaking, the evil fog around him dissipated in an instant, and Su Liangyuan disappeared in front of Sang Que, and footsteps sounded from behind her.

Sang Que froze in place, a chill running straight to his head.

The Su Liangyuan who was talking to her just now was a fake. The real Su Liangyuan had been behind her all the time, but she didn't notice it at all. Yin Tong didn't react, and Xuan Yu didn't react either. If she had attacked Su Liangyuan just now, the consequences would have been disastrous.

"Still not keeping up!"

"Come on... come on!"

Su Liangyuan curled his lips smugly, very satisfied with Sang Que's frightened reaction, and led her out through the small door in the backyard as if he was familiar with the route.

Sang Que can only pray that Xia Chan and the others will be smarter. She can hardly protect herself now and can't take care of too much!

Su Liangyuan's evil fog is very likely one level higher than Yin Tong's, and has a strong suppressing effect on her. After Yin Tong is promoted, she will definitely be able to do what he can do.

"Have you ever written a story?" Su Liangyuan asked as he walked in front, his hands hidden in his sleeves, feeling like he was pinching something.

Sang Que let Xuan Yu lie on her shoulder and keep quiet. She quickly followed with the iron sword in hand, "You haven't read many books."

Su Liangyuan looked back at her and snorted, "As a woman, you have the opportunity to become Yan Daozi's disciple, but you must seize the opportunity to learn well, it will bring you endless benefits."

"Yes."

Yan Daozi gave her a lot of good things, even though he was unwilling.

"Any story must have three main points: plot, events, and characters. If we break it down further, it's time, place, conflict, characters, and ending."

Sangque felt like he was in a Chinese class, with a ticking sound in his head...ah!

"Storytellers may seem scary, but in fact, there are many restrictions on writing stories. First of all, he must be a storyteller recognized by the world, so that what he writes can have an impact on reality."

"Did the incense burner give him that identity?" Sang Que asked.

Su Liangyuan stopped and Sang Que immediately became alert. He saw a dark figure dressed as a servant at the intersection ahead, carrying a bloody human head as a lantern and walking slowly towards him.

Su Liangyuan stretched his neck to look for a moment, and continued to move forward after making sure it was safe. "The incense holder that can represent the identity of the storyteller is a mask. As long as we can take away his mask, he will naturally lose the ability to write stories. This is the main way to deal with him."

Sang Que's eyes lit up. He didn't expect it to be so simple. However, it might not be easy to find the storyteller hiding in the dark.

Su Liangyuan and Yan Daozi must be planning to steal the storyteller's incense burner.

After all, as long as you get the incense burner, you can replace it. Who wouldn't be tempted? As for counterfeiting the incense burner, I'm afraid it won't work, otherwise everyone can be a storyteller.

Su Liangyuan continued, "The storyteller's story must also be based on real events, and a reasonable extension and continuation. It must be logical and reasonable, so that people will believe it will happen when they see it. It cannot be written randomly."

Sang Que nodded. He could understand this. If the storyteller was really that awesome, he could just write about meteorites falling from the sky and killing a bunch of them in seconds with a sneeze. Why would he waste his brain cells writing so many complicated twists and turns to create a horror atmosphere?
When she read the article before, she immediately thought that the three people in the story might refer to the three strong men of the outlaws. The appearance of water ghosts on rainy days and the wandering of weirdos in the Ming Mansion also made sense in the context.

Sang Que asked again, "Does the storyteller's story have to be seen by someone in order to happen, or can it be done by just writing it down?"

“As for the latter, once it is written down, the power of the story will invisibly push the characters mentioned and slowly change the places mentioned.”

"I see."

"Every story must have an ending, and the ending must correspond to the purpose of the story. The purpose of the storyteller of Jiuge is always to 'punish evil and promote good'. The tone of the story must be horrifying, and this will not change."

"Fear can enhance the story's ability to influence reality, and the storyteller's ability is not obtained for nothing. Any power must be paid for at a corresponding price. Once the story begins, the storyteller's life will be consumed bit by bit, and he will be attacked by various diseases."

"So each of his stories will not be too long, and he must appear at the end of the story, give a conclusion that echoes the story's theme, and announce the end of the story, so that the price he has to bear can stop."

Sang Que understood that the beginning and end of the story must have clear symbols, otherwise it would be a waste of life.

In this strange world, no power is gained for free. Sang Que began to hesitate whether to tell his mother about the storyteller.

and many more!

Will the stories my mother writes now also affect her lifespan?