I have a weird dynasty

Chapter 95: Junior Sister (asking for monthly ticket)
In the mirror.

Sangque ran across the suspension bridge and past the ancestral hall archway, and the same stone steps on the mountain path appeared in front of him, with the same archway on top.

The difference is that both sides of the mountain road are lined with piled up coffins. Exposed to wind and rain, some are already broken, revealing corpses wearing red wedding dresses inside.

The corpses were curled up like Cordyceps sinensis, with clusters of white bell flowers growing on their backs.

Sang Que felt that her good luck had run out and the road ahead would not be easy.

She tried to move forward, but coffins on both sides suddenly flew out and hit the middle of the road, blocking her way.

Sangque wanted to retreat, but he heard the sound of children running and laughing behind him, and a large amount of fog was spreading over from under his feet like a tide.

A bride in a red wedding dress and a veil appeared under the archway in front. The wind blew her skirt and paper money flew all over the sky.

Then, the bride spoke softly and asked Sangque a question.

"My family was bullied by a bully. The government had no control over it and no one supported me. I hired someone to kill the bully. Am I guilty?"

There was a ticking sound in her head, and Sang Que was a little annoyed. She didn't know what this link was. She was busy escaping. If she went out too late, who knew what Huilan would do to her body. Broken arms and legs were acceptable, but if her head fell off, it would be over!

Sang Que suppressed his dissatisfaction, thought about it carefully, and then spoke tentatively.

"Crime is based on the law. If the law says you are guilty, then you are guilty. But if you are truly forced into a desperate situation and act out of desperation, then you can't say it's wrong."

There was silence all around, only the rustling of leaves, and nothing strange happened.

Sang Que was not sure whether what she said was right.

A moment later, the bride disappeared, and the coffin that was blocking the way also disappeared.

Sangque seized the time and quickly walked up the stone steps and passed the archway. As expected, it was the same scene again, with another bride blocking the road.

"When I was young, my family was poor and I disguised myself as a man to do business. Later, I met a good man and wanted to marry him, but he wanted me to give up business and stay at home to enjoy life. I didn't want to do that. Am I wrong?"

"What kind of good man would I be if I interfered with your freedom and ideals? You are right!"

Sangque answered with certainty, and the bride soon disappeared. She continued to move forward until she met the next bride standing in the middle of the road.

"My grandfather raped my sister to death, my parents were ignorant and cowardly, and I killed him in anger. Am I unfilial?"

Sang Que was so angry that he raised his voice, "To people with moral integrity, it is called filial piety. To animals without moral integrity, it is called enforcing justice on behalf of heaven!"

After passing the archway, I saw the bride again.

"My father loves my mother very much, but the world is difficult and dangerous. My father keeps my mother at home to protect her safety. My mother longs for freedom, but she is in a dilemma because she doesn't want to leave me. What should I do?"

Sang Que angrily retorted, "Under the guise of doing good for your mother, you imprison her in the name of love. This is not love, but selfish desire. If your father can't wake up, you don't need such a father. Just take your mother and run away. What's there to hesitate about?!"

The bride disappeared, Sangque rushed through the archway, saw the scene clearly in front of him, and started cursing.

"Is this ever going to end? Is this a quiz show or a horror story? I'll kill you or chop you up!"

The bride was driven away by Sangque, and there was a fog ahead, and she couldn't see the way out.

A cold male voice came from somewhere.

"The world is unfair, people are like pigs and dogs, the emperor of Xuan Dynasty is incompetent, the people are living in misery, resentment is hard to eliminate, evil spirits are rampant, what should I do?"

Sang Que had a splitting headache, enduring the torture of the side effects of the resuscitation, and his heart was full of resentment from the village. Upon hearing this, he said without hesitation,
"Since Cang Tian is dead and the king is unkind, then we will rise up and ask Da Xuan to die and change the dynasty!"

The sound was like a huge wave, clearing away the miasma ahead. Sang Que had a determined look in his eyes and walked forward with big strides.

*
A small courtyard in the northeast corner of Ming Mansion.

Cough, cough, cough!

The frail and pale man sighed as he looked at the paper full of small words.

"Master, you actually gave birth to a daughter with a completely different personality from you. I like this little sister who is so bold and capable and hates evil."

The ghost theater troupe behind Yan Daozi spent more than ten years tracking down the place where his master was last seen was in Tangyuan County. He had been keeping an eye on the ghost theater troupe and followed them here.

He had deliberately distributed the papers with the beginning of the story, in order to use the words "returnees" to slowly attract the souls of the relevant people and bring them to him so that he could screen them one by one.

The story that the storyteller has not officially started will also have a certain impact on reality. Even if it is weak, as long as the time is long enough, he will always be able to catch the fish he wants.

It has been more than a year, and when he first saw the fish caught in the net today, he thought he had found the wrong one again.

It was not until the second storyteller appeared that he was sure it was her!

Master's daughter, his junior sister.

What he didn't expect was that she was not strong, but there was a second storyteller behind her who was no weaker than him. In the previous confrontation, he not only helped her turn the situation around, but also paved a way for her with foresight. When it comes to writing stories, she is really amazing!
The man lowered his head and thought for a moment, the corners of his mouth gradually raised up a happy arc, he put down the pen, and decided not to interfere in anything.

"Junior Sister, let me see what kind of ending you will write for this story."

*
The back mountain of Mingfu.

The air was filled with blood mist, the wind was howling, and paper money and talismans were flying everywhere.

Su Liangyuan, the old monk and the bearded man surrounded Huilan. Ever since the old monk appeared, Huilan was filled with resentment. She gave up chasing Su Liangyuan and kept her eyes on the old monk.

The golden nine-ring Zen staff was stuck in the ground, ringing, and a blood mist came over. The old monk sat cross-legged on the ground, pulling down half of his monk's robe, revealing his skin that was as wrinkled as dry tree bark, and covered with golden scriptures.

The old monk held a rosary in his hand and recited an unknown Buddhist scripture quickly. The golden runes on his body gradually emerged like insects, one end of which penetrated into the old monk's skin while the other end rose up and swung, swallowing the incoming blood mist.

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

Su Liangyuan stayed far away, holding a Yin object in his hand, driving the evil spirit he controlled to flash around Huilan continuously, slowing down Huilan's movements.

The bearded man had a ferocious look on his face, showing no fear at all. He held a straight knife full of murderous intent, waiting for an opportunity to launch a sneak attack.

Huilan was attacked from both sides. Fortunately, Sangque was wearing chain mail, so the knife hit her body, sparks flew, but her torso was not hurt. However, several wounds were cut on her arms, and blood was dripping.

Huilan was an evil ghost, with no sense of pain and little rationality. She still stared at the old monk with eyes full of hatred, and would not stop until he died.

Among the three, Su Liangyuan and the old monk both have the third level of strength. The bearded man is extremely strong but he is just an ordinary person. If it weren't for the knife in his hand, he wouldn't be alive today.

It would be difficult for the three of them to resist Huilan individually, but when the three of them worked together, they were able to cooperate tacitly and exert their extraordinary strength, keeping Huilan at a disadvantage and unable to break free.

The bearded man stabbed Huilan's right arm again, leaving a deep wound on her right arm that was so deep that the bone could be seen. Huilan was furious, with blood mist boiling around her. She raised her hand and grabbed Su Liangyuan's evil spirit. The blood mist was like fire, burning the evil spirit into ashes in an instant.

"Ah! Ahhh!"

Su Liangyuan fell to the ground with a scream, rolling around, also suffering from the pain of being engulfed in flames.

The bearded man stepped back upon seeing this. Huilan stared at the old monk with her bloodthirsty eyes, a determination to die together rising in her eyes.

The rosary in the old monk's hand suddenly broke, and the beads rolled all over the ground.

Huilan waved her hand, and the Zen stick flew far away. A blood mist surrounded the old monk like a tide, and it was as hot as a raging fire, which reminded the old monk of the fear he felt fifty years ago when the fire engulfed the entire Ming Mansion.

At this time, black hair like a waterfall flowed out from the ground, and regardless of the burning blood mist, it tied up Huilan's whole body from under her feet in an instant.

"No! Hurt! My sister!"

A head was hanging in the air, with black hair growing wildly like a waterfall, and Xia Chan's young face was full of anger.

"Including! You stinky bastard!"

A strand of hair rolled up the bronze mirror on the ground and slammed it hard at Huilan, carrying the smoke produced by the burning bronze mirror.

The bronze mirror fell to the ground and Huilan froze in place. A cold wind blew and all the blood mist disappeared.

"Xiaochan, it's me..."

When a familiar voice came, Xia Chan's pupils trembled and he cried out.

"elder sister--"

All the hair faded away like the tide, revealing a person wearing black clothes and with black hair, covered in wounds. His eyes were no longer bloodthirsty and terrifying, but they also contained a terrifying murderous intent.

Enduring the severe pain from the several wounds on his arms, Sang Que stretched out his arms, took Xia Chan's head into his arms, and comforted him gently.

"Don't be afraid, my sister is here."

Xia Chan's long black hair gently wrapped around Sang Que's body, helping her temporarily stitch together the torn wound on her arm.

Sang Que glanced at the three people around her with her cold eyes. Yin Tong and Cun Yuan were both restless in her body.

A Taoist priest and a monk, what a coincidence?
Sang Que turned to the bearded man next to him and said, "Excuse me, are you an official?"

The bearded man's pupils trembled slightly. He was not an official, but his father had worked in the Dongyang County's Evil Suppression Division fifty years ago. The knife was his father's relic, and no one knew what his father had done that year, but he was cursed and died in pain.

He left behind a last word, asking him to stay away from the Evil Suppression Division and Dongyang County.

Unfortunately, after many twists and turns, he and his brothers were hunted by the government and returned to his hometown.

Before the bearded man could say anything, a strong wind suddenly blew up and the weather around them changed suddenly. The three men had no time to do anything and were trapped in a gloomy and terrifying yard.

"Now, it's my turn to finish!"

　Let me tell you a horrible thing. I've been saving drafts for half a month, but I still haven't finished any. Haha. I did something stupid this morning and burned my hand. It's not a big deal, just a little painful. So no matter how reluctant I am today, I have to stop here. I will definitely finish this part tomorrow, for sure!
　　see you tomorrow~
　　(End of this chapter)