I have a weird dynasty

Chapter 90: Continuing the story (asking for monthly tickets)

"Master uncle can really keep me safe?"

Su Liangyuan narrowed his eyes, "You don't trust me? If I weren't a man, would I need you?"

"There are other women taking shelter outside. Why did Uncle-Master choose me?"

Sang Que wanted to buy some time, not to ask Su Liangyuan to capture other people.

Su Liangyuan snorted coldly, "Ordinary people can't bear Huilan's resentment at all. They will be scared to death before they get close. Only the blood of cultivators can help Huilan break the seal."

Sang Que lowered her eyes and seemed to be thinking. After a moment, she nodded slightly and put the black jade down from her shoulder.

"In that case, I'll have to trouble you to protect me."

After saying that, Sang Que reached into his bag, fumbled for a long time, took out a dagger from the bag, frowned, and cut his palm little by little. Blood gushed out. The air in the room suddenly became agitated, and Huilan's hair combing action in the bronze mirror paused slightly.

Putting the dagger back into the bag, Sang Que turned to the bronze mirror, raised his foot, suddenly turned around and smashed the evil object in his hand towards Su Liangyuan.

The clod of earth was stained with her blood and quickly disintegrated in mid-air. The corpse worm inside, which looked like a rove beetle, spread its wings and rushed straight towards Su Liangyuan.

Su Liangyuan showed a look of astonishment, and his whole body dispersed like smoke, leaving the corpse worms empty-handed.

Su Liangyuan appeared in another place. When he looked up, he met Sang Que's fierce eyes. She was holding a bloody and broken butcher knife in her hand and chopped at him fiercely.

Wow!
A bloody knife light flashed in the darkness, and the butcher knife broke into two pieces and fell to the ground.

The backlash came at the same time. The stitches on Sang Que's neck were torn open by an invisible force, and her skin and flesh were exposed. The severe pain made her whole body tense, as if a blunt knife was grinding against her cervical vertebra, and blood spurted out immediately.

She didn't have time to check on Su Liangyuan, and stretched out her right hand to push the door behind her.

After rushing into the darkness, Sang Que fell to her knees on the ground. Blood poured into her trachea, making it difficult for her to breathe and she kept vomiting blood. She immediately raised her right hand to press on the wound, using the power of the evil-averting money to save her life.

The blood spilled on the dark blue bricks and stones covered with stains, and Sangque was startled. This was not the ground at home.

Sangque raised his head and his pupils trembled.

There was still a large bunk bed at hand, and at the end of the bed was a dressing table and a bronze mirror. Huilan in the bronze mirror had put down her comb and was looking at her intently in the mirror.

The rolling evil fog enveloped the entire house. Sangque's last escape route was blocked and Xuanyu disappeared.

"You have hidden quite a few tricks. Could it be that Yan Daozi has died in your hands?"

Su Liangyuan's voice was heard, and he appeared out of thin air next to the dressing table. There was a bloody wound on his neck, but it did not take his life. Most of the power of the butcher knife was blocked by his powerful evil mist.

And the corpse worm had also been isolated outside by the evil fog.

Sang Que successfully delayed his counterattack, but still could not escape his evil fog.

Sang Que secretly glanced at the palm of her right hand and saw that only one of the hexagrams had disappeared. She thought she had opened the door, but in fact it was all an illusion created by the evil fog.

From the moment she was brought into the room by Su Liangyuan, the dressing table was probably the only real thing in the room. The other doors, windows, tables, chairs and the large bunk bed were all illusions created by the evil fog.

Su Liangyuan used the evil fog at this level to the extreme.

Perhaps it was also influenced by the storyteller. After all, the storyteller wanted to release Huilan to make the story more terrifying.

This is the general trend of the whole story. In the story, if she goes against the general trend, everything will be against her, just like in some novels, no matter how powerful a character is, as long as he blocks the protagonist's way, he will die tragically in the end.

But how could she give up just like that?

Sang Que tried to use the key to open the theater, but the powerful suppression of the surrounding evil fog made the key silent.

Tick ​​tock!Tick ​​tock!
The sound of the clock in her head made Sang Que frantic and uneasy. She threw out a ghost soldier talisman attached to the iron sword, and with all her might, she raised the sword and slashed towards Su Liangyuan.

With one slash of the sword, Su Liangyuan's body turned into mist.

"It's useless." Su Liangyuan's contemptuous voice came from the other side.

Sang Que turned around and swept the sword, and Su Liangyuan's body was broken up again.

Every time he appeared, Sang Que would hit him in the vitals with a sword. The speed and accuracy of his moves made Su Liangyuan stunned.

Sang Que was gambling that when Su Liangyuan used the backlash of the evil fog, he would give her a chance to open the door and escape.

Unfortunately, in Ming Mansion's story, Sang Que had bad luck, and Su Liangyuan's backlash did not come. Suddenly, a huge blood mist erupted in the mirror, rolling like a tide.

A pair of hands with red nails appeared out of nowhere behind Sang Que and pressed her shoulders. Sang Que suddenly flew upside down and was dragged into the mirror, but her body remained where it was, being swallowed mercilessly by the rolling blood mist.

Huilan, in her body, woke up!
……

Modern, Sang family.

After dinner, Sang Wan prepared to lock up the little general and then go to work.

The little black-haired general seemed to be able to sense Sang Wan's thoughts. He immediately backed away, wagging his tail and whining in grievance.

His dark eyes were filled with tears, and he sat on the ground with a gloomy face, accusing others.

Sang Wan laughed, "Okay, okay, if you don't pee in the room, you can sleep under my bed tonight."

Wang Wang!

The little general immediately stood up, wagged his tail, stuck out his tongue, put on a smiling face, and jumped happily from side to side.

Wang Wang!

Sang Wan rubbed the little general's head, cleaned up the dishes, and limped to the study. The little general followed her closely like a little guard.

Sitting in front of the computer desk, Sang Wan took out Yan Daozi's notes, read them again, switched his thoughts to the background of the Weird Dynasty, and prepared to start typing.

Flipping through the notebook, Sang Wan saw many words underneath the copy paper where she had copied the Mountain Ghost Token. She took it away and saw that underneath was the storyteller's unfinished story.

"Why are there so many more words on this paper?"

Sang Wan read word by word, and when he reached the end, his breathing stagnated and his face turned pale.

What is written on the paper is the returnee's experience in Ming Mansion, from the beginning to... the end!

[…The Returnee was held hostage by a criminal and taken to Huilan’s residence. The criminal wanted to remove Huilan’s seal and ordered the Returnee to use blood to stimulate Huilan’s obsession. The Returnee was waiting for an opportunity to escape, but the criminal was well prepared. The Returnee used all his tricks but was defeated and was eventually possessed by Huilan.]

Sang Wan's hands trembled uncontrollably as he held the paper. The story did not mention Sang Que's name, nor did it include a gender alias. However, from some of the details written earlier, such as "cursed but not dead", Sang Wan intuitively felt that this was about Sang Que.

It was Sangque's ability to revive that blocked the power of the curse for her.

Sang Wan panicked, "No, this can't end like this, absolutely not!"

Sang Wan leaned on the table and slid her chair to the long table next to the computer desk. She grabbed the brush she usually used to practice calligraphy, dipped it in ink and started to paint on the paper.

But the ink simply couldn't remain on the paper. She didn't dare to try it before. Now this strange phenomenon just shows the specialness of this paper.

Special, you can use it!
Sang Wan took out the talisman that Sang Que left for her, cut her finger with a paper cutter and smeared the talisman on it. The talisman paper began to burn from the edge, and Sang Wan stuck the talisman on the paper.

boom!
A green flame shot up, and the exorcism talisman burned up instantly, leaving the paper intact.

Sang Wan lit the red candle to drive away ghosts and brought the paper to the candle flame, but it could not be lit. This shows that the power of paper is stronger than the red candle to drive away ghosts.

What exactly can we do to prevent the story on paper from happening?
At this moment, Sang Wan saw that his finger had just been cut, leaving a bright red fingerprint on the paper.

A flash of light flashed through Sang Wanping's mind. He held the paper in front of his eyes and found that the ink was dark red through the light.

She immediately picked up the paper cutter and cut her left forearm without hesitation, letting the blood fall into the ink dish. She then dipped the ink with blood in it again and quickly wrote on the paper.

Of course!
One word brought a new twist to the story that should have ended there!
Zizi!

The lights in the room flickered twice, and the little general at Sang Wan's feet immediately looked up alertly. The air conditioner in the room stopped working without any warning, and the whole room was eerily quiet.

The value on the thermometer on the wall was dropping, and the four corners of the room were gradually getting darker. The thick darkness was chilling, swallowing up and crushing the light in the room bit by bit.

Warm blood dripped from her nose. Sang Wan raised her hand to wipe it off. She felt something watching her from behind, slowly approaching, giving her goose bumps.

Sang Wan didn't dare to look back. The hand holding the brush was trembling slightly. His lungs felt like they were on fire. When he swallowed, his throat felt like it was being cut by a knife.

Writing stories comes at a price. The darkness will swallow her up little by little as she writes. Sang Wan is aware of this, but she can no longer care about it.

Woof! Woof woof!

The little general barked fiercely at the dark corner and stayed at Sang Wan's feet closely.

The dim light from the desk lamp illuminated Sang Wan's determined face. She gritted her teeth and used the little space left on the paper to continue writing.

Even if she can't write a few sentences and can't block the storyteller's escape, she will do her best to give Xiao Que a chance to break free and be reborn!
[However, Huilan escaped from the predicament, and the guest who returned home was not dead...]