I have a weird dynasty

Chapter 94 Xia Chan Saves Sister (asking for monthly ticket)

Xia Chan followed Xuan Yu, avoiding the evil spirits in the Ming Mansion and returned to the servants' courtyard where Sang Que had the accident.

Xuan Yu remembered that Su Liangyuan did not step directly into the yard, which meant that there was something terrifying in the yard. It stopped Xia Chan and took Xia Chan to climb the wall and roof from the side, and then drilled through the hole in the roof to enter the room.

The bronze mirror was still placed on the dressing table. Xia Chan ran over and saw the Sangque in the bronze mirror walking on a suspension bridge. At the end of the suspension bridge was an archway standing in the rocky gorge.

"elder sister!"

Xia Chan shouted at the bronze mirror, but the person in the bronze mirror couldn't hear her at all. She reached out to grab the bronze mirror, and immediately felt a burning pain in her hands.

Well!
Xia Chan let go of her hand in pain, her palms were burned red, and her mouth was pouting with tears in her eyes.

meow~
Xuanyu jumped onto the dressing table and tried to touch the bronze mirror with her claws, but nothing happened.

This bronze mirror can suppress the power of evil spirits. Xia Chan is a ghost and cannot touch this kind of items directly.

Fortunately, Xuan Yu was smart. He turned his head and looked around, then jumped onto the large bunk bed next to him and tore off a piece of cloth from the tattered bedding.

Xuan Yu placed the cloth next to the bronze mirror, raised his paw to point at the bronze mirror, and then pointed at the cloth.

Meow!
Xia Chan tilted her head and thought for a moment before she understood what Xuan Yu meant. However, she still did not think of using a cloth to pick up the bronze mirror. She just picked up the bronze mirror and threw it on the cloth, enduring the burning pain.

"Hot, hot, hot!"

Xia Chan pinched his ears and kept exhaling from his mouth, not even breathing into his hands.

Maomao sighed and watched Xia Chan wrap the bronze mirror with cloth and hold it in her hand. Although she could still feel the heat from the bronze mirror, it was no longer unbearable.

"What should we do now?" Xia Chan looked at Xuan Yu eagerly.

Meow!
Xuanyu yelled angrily, it was just a little cat working for Guanguan, it knew nothing!

But Xia Chan's eyes were too clear and sincere, and she had complete trust in Xuan Yu. Xuan Yu's eyelids drooped and his tail twitched as he thought.

After a moment, Xuan Yu shook his head and signaled Xia Chan to follow. The man and the cat headed towards the deepest part of the Ming Mansion.

Xuanyu has good eyesight and Xiachan has thick hair, and both are good at climbing walls and trees. In order to find the body of Sangque, they would hide or run if they could when they encountered strange things on the road.

Xuan Yu remembered that there was a mountain in the direction that the mulberry bird went in the bronze mirror, so he took Xia Chan and ran towards the direction of the mountain.

After passing through a bamboo forest, Xia Chan and Xuan Yu saw a road leading up the mountain. The rainstorm stopped and half of the moon appeared from behind the dark clouds. The cold moonlight illuminated the stairs and the archway on the stairs.

Xia Chan took off his hat, Xuan Yu shook off the rain, the man and the cat looked at each other, and ran up the stairs.

The bamboo leaves rustled, and both sides of the stone steps were full of blood-red bell flowers with ghost faces. When the wind blew, the ghost faces swayed, which made people feel creepy.

Xia Chan quickened his pace and just as he passed the archway, he heard intermittent crying sounds coming from the ancestral hall in front.

In the ancestral hall that had collapsed for the most part, dozens or even hundreds of charred tablets were scattered all over the platform, covered by cobwebs.

The old monk, who had disappeared in the earlier chaos, knelt down beneath the tablets with his back to the door, his shoulders shaking.

"...Sister, when will you let me go? Do you know how I have lived through the past fifty years? My wife and children died tragically, and I was left to falter. I was haunted by ghosts every night, and I took refuge in a Buddhist temple. I confessed my sins in front of the ancient Buddha every day, and chanted sutras and prayed for you..."

"...Don't you think it's enough? Do you really want me to become exactly like you? Do you know how hard it is for me to hide my life while living in a Buddhist sect and drinking human blood every day? How can the sins of the Ming family be punished on me alone? You destroyed the entire Ming family for a maid..."

Xia Chan frowned and moved closer, wanting to see it more clearly, when he suddenly stepped on a dead branch, making a crisp sound.

The old monk turned his head suddenly, and just then a flash of lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating his bloodless face with white hair and beard, his scarlet eyes, and his mouth full of dirty and sharp teeth like a wild beast.

His face is strange, like an evil ghost.

Xia Chan trembled all over, and with his hair curled up, he ran away through the path beside him.

Behind the ancestral hall, the dead trees that were burned by the fire were charred black, and a large number of red strings and talisman papers were hung on them. When the wind blew, the paper money and talisman papers flew all over the sky.

Xia Chan was tense and alert as he walked slowly. After a while, the dead trees gradually became sparse, a strong smell of blood came from the front, and the wind became increasingly cold and biting.

"Give me back my son... uh... uh..."

A strange sound came from the front. Xia Chan trembled all over, quickly hid behind a tree, and looked forward with squinted eyes.

In a red mist, a girl in black clothes and carrying a bow and arrow stood with her back to the man. She grabbed a middle-aged man by the neck and lifted him into the air.

That man was Su Liangyuan.

The fog dissipated, and the person in Huilan's hand turned into a rotten corpse, still struggling in Huilan's hand.

The real Su Liangyuan fell to the ground, his face pale, then he got up and ran forward.

The one who was caught was the evil spirit he controlled, a madman who killed his five-year-old son due to negligence. He refused to admit that his son was dead, and lived a 'normal' life with his son's corpse for a long time.

Later he was discovered, killed everyone on the spot and then committed suicide, becoming a demon.

His obsession is to find his son. He always believes that his son ran away and everyone looks like the evil person who took his son away.

When there are no children around, he will indiscriminately attack people around him. If there are children, he will grab the children first, and after catching them, he will act like a "loving father and a filial son" and ignore his orders.

The evil spirit itself is not very lethal. It can be subdued by sacrificing a boy, but this evil spirit possesses a very powerful evil fog.

The evil fog can create realistic illusions, help him teleport within the range of the evil fog, and can also unleash the full strength of a father who is willing to give everything for his son to resist a fatal attack.

This ability had been used before, and before Su Liangyuan used the blood of boys of appropriate age as a sacrifice, his evil mist was half-wasted.

Su Liangyuan originally thought that after Huilan escaped, she would kill the people mentioned in the story. Then he only had to wait for the story to end and he would be able to find the real storyteller.

To deal with a sickly person, as long as you don't give him the opportunity to write new stories, the problem won't be too big.

Unexpectedly, the whole story took a sudden turn. Huilan did not kill anyone, but kept chasing him, determined to fight him to the death, leaving him no chance to put away the bronze mirror.

Su Liangyuan was being chased and ran to the ancestral hall in the back mountain in a daze.

Huilan is now a fierce ghost. She left the bronze mirror through soul exchange and was trapped in a human body. Her abilities were slightly restricted, but she could still reach the ghost level, at least the fourth level of the Nine Netherworlds.

The third and fourth levels of the Nine Netherworlds seem to be only a thin line apart, but in fact they are the chasm between evil spirits and demons.

The evil spirits wandering outside will never advance to the ghost level without special encounters or human intervention. The evil spirits controlled by ghosts will have to pay a huge price to advance to the ghost level.

There are only a few who can walk the ghost, and among these people, half will die from the backlash of evil spirits, and the other half will die in the ritual of the evil spirits advancing to the ghost level. Those who can really cross this chasm are rare, and the evil suppression department relies on the accumulation of generations, consuming countless efforts and countless resources to cultivate the ten great walkers of the ghost.

Su Liangyuan estimated that, including those hiding outside, there were no more than twenty people in the entire Xuan Dynasty who had entered the ghost level.

But this only refers to the evil ghosts controlled by the Yin-Zou Jiang. There are still many evil ghosts wandering around in the world, causing harm at will.

Evil spirits can be killed, but evil ghosts can live forever in the world. No matter what form they are suppressed into, they will revive if there is a chance.

To deal with beings above the ghost level, one can only seal them forcibly, or use special items to completely dismember them, push them back to the realm of evil spirits, and then kill them one by one.

Su Liangyuan is only at the third level of the Nine Netherworlds now, and the evil spirit he controls has not even reached the fourth level, so he doesn't dare to confront Huilan head-on.

The reason why he took the risk to come here to find the storyteller was because that bastard Yan Daozi told him that the storyteller's stories could, to a certain extent, interfere with the success rate of the Yin-walking people's advancement to the ghost level, as long as everything was placed in a reasonable horror story.

Su Liangyuan didn't know which connection Yan Daozi had found to obtain so much secret information.

He thought Yan Daozi was considering the friendship between brothers, but he didn't know that Yan Daozi was just using him as a test subject.

Whether it is the method of pretending to be an evil spirit to control it, or the success rate of the storyteller intervening in the advancement of the ghost level, a cautious person like Yan Daozi would not try it himself.

The blood mist quickly caught up with him. Su Liangyuan quickened his pace and looked forward.

There was an ancient well standing among the pile of rocks. Nine shabby wedding sedans were surrounding the well. The wind blew the curtains of the sedans, and the bodies of the brides in wedding dresses were looming.

Large patches of pure white bell flowers grow around the ancient well, emitting soft moonlight and a refreshing sweet wine aroma.

Su Liangyuan ran to the well and suddenly found that Huilan, who had been chasing him, stopped and turned towards the well.

Su Liangyuan retreated cautiously. He had explored the well before and found a huge wine jar underneath with its mouth sealed. When the Ming family worshipped the god of wine before, they must have thrown the bride into the jar to complete the ceremony.

The white flowers with wine aroma growing around the well must be used to make wine yeast, which is an indispensable ingredient for Ming's Jade Juice.

At this time, a burst of hurried footsteps came from the other side. Su Liangyuan turned around and saw a bearded man holding a knife running breathlessly, with heavy shadows of trees behind him, and following him was a woman whose body was pale and rotten, with black dead branches growing on it.

A cold wind blew in his face, and the air suddenly became cramped and heavy. Su Liangyuan saw a blood mist suddenly appear in front of the pale and rotten woman.

Huilan stood in the blood mist, as if filled with tremendous rage, and pounced towards the pale and rotten woman.

The woman, whom the bearded burly man could not kill no matter what, was set on fire in the blood mist, burned to ashes, and turned into a handful of black ash that scattered on the ground.

Huilan turned around, tears of blood in her eyes, and looked at the bearded man and Su Liangyuan.

"Brave man! This evil ghost is extremely vicious. As long as you can cut off her limbs and head, I will be able to destroy her! Now only if you and I join forces can we escape."

Su Liangyuan extended an invitation to the bearded man. He was attracted by the murderous knife in the man's hand.

Ghosts are afraid of evil people, especially executioners, because they are afraid of the evil spirit that has claimed the lives of countless people.

By using the knife in the strong man's hand to dismember the body possessed by Huilan, he can suppress Huilan's power, otherwise he will not survive.

To show his sincerity, Su Liangyuan immediately tried his best to spread the evil mist around Huilan to suppress her blood mist.

"quick!"

Upon discovering that Su Liangyuan was a sneak attack, the bearded man glared at him with a vicious look on his face. He raised his knife and chopped at Huilan's torn neck.

"Don't touch my sister!"

Meow!

Xuan Yu turned into a black lightning and rushed straight to the strong man's face. The cat's claws swung down, and three bleeding claw marks suddenly appeared on the strong man's face.

boom!
The heavy object fell to the ground and rolled in front of Xuan Yu. It was Xia Chan's head with eyes wide open.

The summer cicada's body, with its arms spread out, blocked the body of the cymbidium, also known as the mulberry bird.

Meow!!!

Xuan Yu rushed towards Xia Chan, and Xia Chan's body fell limply, and the bronze mirror in his hand fell to the ground.

"Amitabha, are you two donors willing to join me in clearing out the evil spirits in this Ming Mansion?"

An old monk in monk's robes and holding a Zen stick also arrived.

Three people, surround and kill!

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Modern, Sang family.

Darkness almost submerged the entire study room, with only a little light inexplicably glowing on Sang Wan's chest illuminating the desk.

Bright red blood spots spread out on the paper covered with ink. The brush fell from Sang Wan's hand. There was a sharp ringing in his ears and the room was so cold that his breath turned into ice.

Sang Wan held his nose which was bleeding profusely. His vision started to blur and he finally couldn't hold on any longer and fainted on the ground.

I'm sorry, Xiaoque. Mom can only help you up to this point.

Woof! Woof woof!

The young general shouted anxiously and nudged Sang Wan with his head.

hum~
Sang Wan's phone on the table vibrated, and the screen lit up with a new notification message.

['Bigenzhe' invites you to join the group chat 'Story Chain', enter to view details]

A gust of cold wind blew away the copy paper with the mountain ghost token on the table, and it lightly fell on the mobile phone.

Buzz-buzz-

The phone rang and vibrated as it slid towards the edge of the table.

Caller ID: Xu Shufen.

Woof! Woof woof!

The second update will be later, but still before 12 noon~