I am the Ruler of the Kingdom of Mysterious-Chapter 110 - 91: Power Fantasy (Vote for Me)

Tick-tock! Tick-tock!

The sound of the clock echoed in the darkness, and Sang Que felt her body was so heavy, her neck so sore.

She suddenly opened her eyes and found herself enveloped in darkness, surrounded by all kinds of copper mirrors, entwined with red threads, with numerous talisman papers hanging between them, trapping her inside.

Chaotic and messy noises emerged from those mirrors, making Sang Que’s head hurt, increasingly irritable.

She tried to get closer, but the red threads and talisman papers flared with a fiery red glow, forcing Sang Que back with intense heat.

Powerful resentment invaded her body, and Sang Que heard the violent beating of a heart.

Not her heart, but the one belonging to village resentment, absorbing the resentment, growing rapidly.

This intense, rapid pounding gave her a feeling of hot-headedness, restless and uneasy.

Sang Que exhaled deeply, calming herself down. She was definitely in a soul state now because she could clearly see her body detached and was pulled into the mirror by Huilan.

So she was sealed in the mirror in Huilan’s place? And Huilan was using her body, killing outside?

As agitated and uneasy feelings rose, Sang Que wanted to stand up and pull at the red threads around her, wanting to leave this place.

Sang Que told herself not to be anxious, to analyze the current situation like her mother before finding a way to escape.

She quickly checked herself all over, could feel the power of village resentment, indicating the Yin Child was with her, and the ticking countdown in her head persisted, with the Yansheng coin mark still in her palm.

It seemed these things were directly bound to her soul, not her body, including the backlash from the pig-killing knife, even causing her soul to hurt.

Apart from that, there was nothing else on her.

Sang Que quickly scanned around; all the mirrors had resentment from Huilan’s memories.

For the past fifty years, Huilan had been sealed here, facing her persisting nightmares daily, continuously breeding resentment.

Isn’t this raising a ghost?

Sang Que suddenly had this thought, perhaps influenced by modern movies. In her understanding, sealing should trap the ghost, recite spells to free them, gradually erasing the ghost’s power until it disappeared.

Realizing this seal might be raising a ghost, another thrilling thought surfaced in Sang Que’s mind.

Resentment is just feed for village resentment, isn’t it?

Though the Yin Child devoured and absorbed most of village resentment’s power, the village resentment hasn’t completely disappeared. The Yin Child and village resentment actually coexist.

Simply put, the Yin Child forcibly suppressed the village resentment inside her, though this heart wasn’t originally belonging to the Yin Child, a bit of rejection is normal.

Since there was so much resentment belonging to Huilan here, could she let the village resentment devour it, letting it upgrade before the Yin Child?

Once the resentment in the mirrors dissipates, the seal must weaken, offering her a chance to escape and reclaim her body.

Sang Que got excited, feeling that this desperate horror story narrated by the storyteller turned into a gratifying narrative with her as the protagonist.

Great fortune follows after a big disaster; once upgraded, she could surely counter Su Liangyuan!

The only problem is, without having individually imprinted the Mountain Ghost Seal on village resentment, if it grew too strong for the Yin Child to suppress, both she and the Yin Child risk being devoured by village resentment.

But combined, she and the Yin Child might temporarily suppress the village resentment; she had no other choice now.

With her mind made up, Sang Que immediately stood up, scanning the copper mirrors around her, selecting one, Sang Que pressed her palm against it, immediately pulled into a fragment of memory.

She became Huilan in the memory.

...

"What time do you think it is? Why aren’t you up cooking yet? When did you become so lazy!"

Inside the room, Sang Que lay on the wooden bed resting, her whole body aching and feverish, a splitting headache.

A big-boned woman in coarse clothing stood by the bed, hands on hips, scolding angrily.

"Mother, I think I’m sick?"

Sang Que said nothing, but the body spoke on its own, in Huilan’s voice.

"You think you’re so precious, even daring to get sick? Do you see your father or I getting sick? Even if we fall ill, we must work day and night to keep you alive in this Dongyang County! If it weren’t for you dragging us down, your father and I would have had a good life long ago!"

Guilt and fear surged up, with a little suppressed grievance.

"Get up quickly and start the fire; your father must go to Mr. Wang’s house in the eastern part of the city today to make a funeral set. Delay that, and your meals will be deducted!"

Sang Que remained still, quietly staying inside Huilan’s body.

Huilan dragged her fever-ridden and heavy body, struggling to get up, skillfully lit the fire, and prepared breakfast.

In the courtyard, a square table, four people.

A middle-aged man, Zhou Renshou, a cleanly dressed seven-year-old boy, Zhou Jinfu, Huilan’s sister Zhou Huixin, who is a year younger but doesn’t have to get up to make breakfast, and the Li they had met earlier, all sat by the table eating.

While Huilan went to drink some water, when she came back, her bowl of watery porridge had been poured out by her mother, Li, and given to her brother.

"Huilan, I’m telling you, you’re getting more and more cunning now, you serve your brother with all the watery soup, and your own bowl is full of rice."

Sister Huixin had just grabbed the bun meant for Huilan, and hearing her mother say this, she quickly placed the bun in front of her dad and smiled fawningly, "Dad, you work hard, eat more."

Zhou Renshou smiled, and when he looked at Huilan, his expression turned stern, "Learn from your sister. She knows how to show filial piety. You’re about to settle down, so you better be diligent so the neighbors see and don’t embarrass me."

"Dad, my wooden horse broke, can you make me a new one?" little brother Zhou Jinfu said.

"After work today, dad will make you one, but first, you be a good boy and go to school."

"Huilan, later go wash all the dirty clothes, and Huixin, don’t just play around if you don’t have anything to do, join your sister to make the Paper Flowers and Paper People that the Funeral Shop ordered, so your dad can have some ease."

"Mom, my skills aren’t as good as my sister’s, you should ask her to do it, I’ll go buy groceries with you, I’ll carry the basket."

Word by word, sentence by sentence, all made an uncontrollable resentment grow in Huilan’s heart, and this resentment was absorbed by Sang Que, becoming the nourishment for the village resentment.

Thump! Thump!

The heart beat violently, looking at these people’s ugly faces, Sang Que’s anger surged and directly took over Huilan’s body, striding towards the dining table.

Swoosh!

The table was flipped over with a shove, eat, eat nothing!

The bowls and plates shattered as they hit the ground, the soup in the rice pot drenched Zhou Renshou from head to toe, and he stood there stiffly with a bowl and chopsticks.

Li was shocked into silence, Zhou Jinfu burst into tears, and Zhou Huixin quickly ran away to hide.

"You crazy girl!" Li screamed, rushing forward to tear at Sang Que.

Sang Que dodged, and Li fell to the ground.

"Even when sick, I still have to serve a bunch of worthless people like you. If I can’t eat, then no one eats! Only incompetent parents would freely exploit their weak children!" 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

With the resentment from her heart released, Sang Que felt clear-minded and felt Huilan’s body becoming much lighter.

Everything around froze, then gradually shattered like a mirror.

Sang Que blinked, returning to that pure black sealed space, the mirror she had just touched was full of cracks, and the red thread connected to the mirror also lost its color, becoming dull.

Black filaments belonging to the village resentment spread out from Sang Que’s heart, strand by strand, reaching towards those mirrors, eagerly absorbing the resentment within.

Sang Que personally experienced many things belonging to Huilan.

She saw her sister Huixin crying, begging her parents not to sell her, while Huilan remained silent, too afraid to speak.

She also saw in the Ming Mansion, sister Huixin’s hands full of blisters, Huilan felt sorry for her sister and took over her daily task of fetching water, while Huixin didn’t help and sat on the side singing a child’s rhyme, wearing wildflowers in her hair.

’Blue stones, blue, white spots galore, heartless parents want to sell me... Eighteen husbands, eighteen wives, eighteen sisters-in-law discipline me... Carry the bucket and fetch water, the well is deep, the rope is thin, it grinds my small hands bloody and wet, bloody and wet...’

Sang Que sighed softly, realizing that this child’s rhyme was something Huixin, or Skinny’s mother, made up and sang herself.

As Huilan’s resentment grew stronger, Sang Que’s anger became increasingly uncontrollable, and she took over Huilan’s body again, dumping a bucket of water over Huixin.

Huixin stood there, drenched, frozen in place.

Sang Que threw down the bucket, clapped her hands, and walked away.

She didn’t press her into the well, that’s what she considered restraint!

Huilan’s body, feeling lighter and lighter.

In Huilan’s memories filled with hidden resentment, Sang Que could punch the teeth out of human traffickers, kick old nannies, deal with whoever displeased her, and even hit sister Huixin, watching her wail and remaining unmoved.

However, these were all past memories. She did for Huilan what she wanted but was afraid to do, venting her anger, yet it still couldn’t change Huilan’s ultimate fate.

"Sister, you can’t ignore me, if I go, I’ll die, hasn’t mother said it? An elder sister should take care of her younger siblings, you can’t stand by and do nothing! Are you really going to watch me die? How can you be so heartless? Think of a way, sister..."

Sang Que watched helplessly as Huilan, under her sister Huixin’s tearful and moral coercion, took over the task of looking after the strange eldest daughter.

Seeing this, Sang Que suddenly recalled something her mother once told her.

Never sympathize with anyone, even those closest to you, because once you do, your subconscious will automatically bear their fate.