I am the Ruler of the Kingdom of Mysterious-Chapter 116 - 95: Harvest

The Opera House is different from before.

Sang Que stood in the center of the Opera House, seeing the second layer, with the third layer faintly visible, indicating that the power of the village resentment had indeed strengthened. Did it ascend without needing a ritual?

Perhaps it’s because the village resentment comes from the modern era, different from the Evil Spirits of the Deceit Dynasty.

Everyone in the Deceit Dynasty believed the ascension of Evil Spirits required a ritual, making the ritual a necessary process.

In modern times, at least she hadn’t heard of such things.

"I didn’t expect you’d be able to swap back the soul!"

Su Liangyuan’s voice came through, and Sang Que looked over with indifferent eyes, rubbing Xia Chan’s head, "Go rest on the side first."

"Okay, sister be careful."

Xia Chan’s hair detached from Sang Que, her head suspended in mid-air, disappearing into the darkness.

Su Liangyuan was fully alert, "Previously, I underestimated you, but compared to Huilan, you’re still far off. If it were Huilan, I’d be wary of her three times, but you are not my match. Considering your potential, if you are willing, I can introduce you to the Taoist Sect, do you know the benefits within?"

Sang Que remained expressionless, "Yan Daozi told me, but I’m not interested and I killed him."

Su Liangyuan shuddered, and immediately the Evil Mist overflowed around him. The phantom of a middle-aged man appeared by his side, but it was just a phantom, as he had almost been killed by Huilan before.

"Return my son... return my son... return my son!!"

The Evil Spirit furiously lunged at Sang Que, who took a slight step back. Suddenly, a ’creak creak’ sound came from the side.

A rusty child’s cart slowly rolled past from the side.

Before the Opera House was the Skywell Building, room 103 on the first floor was where the landlord’s little son lived, always riding his child’s cart around the building. Last time Sang Que encountered it, she scared it away by playing the sound of a cat meowing.

The Evil Spirit paused immediately when it saw the child’s cart.

"Oh child... my child..."

The Evil Spirit chased after the cart into the darkness and disappeared, leaving Su Liangyuan dumbfounded and furious.

"Come back! You useless thing, come back to me!"

Sang Que was also a bit surprised, not expecting that Su Liangyuan, who almost killed her earlier and made her waste a pig-killing knife and Corpse Worm as yin objects, was so easy to deal with. A child was enough to restrain him.

It seems that to deal with Evil Spirits, it’s best to gather intelligence and find the Evil Spirit’s weaknesses and flaws.

However, at that time, Su Liangyuan’s Evil Mist was too strong, making it impossible for her to open the Opera House.

"You! This is too much!" 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

Su Liangyuan shouted angrily; without the assistance of an Evil Spirit, he was just an ordinary person.

Having spent too much time at Ming Mansion, most of his belongings had been consumed, and he could only resort to using the yin object as a last resort.

However, before he could activate the yin object, his arm holding it was suddenly pulled off by a little girl all over cyan, without eyes.

Su Liangyuan turned his head, horrified.

The Yin Child, who destroyed the entire Fengning City!

Su Liangyuan didn’t participate in the battle of Fengning City and didn’t know that the current Yin Child was even less of a match than his Evil Spirit. He only knew the shocking tragedy of Fengning City that shocked the Xuan Dynasty. Suddenly seeing the Yin Child, he was frightened to death and instinctively wanted to escape.

However, before he could turn around, Sang Que’s face enlarged in front of him, and a dagger swung; Su Liangyuan’s eyes widened in shock as a large amount of blood uncontrollably gushed from his throat.

"You’re... so ruthless..."

Sang Que gazed coldly at Su Liangyuan, watching him fall and twitch on the ground, slowly becoming a corpse.

Without an Evil Spirit, a Yin Walker is vulnerable. She must remember this and always remind herself not to overly rely on Evil Spirits. One must be firm and strong on their own.

Next!

*

Inside the Opera House, it was pitch black.

The old monk, trapped in this place, sat cross-legged by the artificial hill and fish pond in the center of the Opera House, chanting scriptures with joined palms. The scriptural tattoos on his body transformed into golden worms, dropping to the ground and writhing, forming a circle around him.

Fresh blood flowed out from the darkness and sizzled into smoke as it neared the circle.

The burly, bearded man had a fierce expression, kicking hard at the door leading out of the Opera House.

A tall, thin black figure suddenly appeared behind him, reaching out to cover his head – it was the Skinning Master.

The bearded man sensed it, and with a glare, he turned with a slashing motion.

Rip!

A piece of human skin was sliced in half, falling to the ground and accumulating into a pile with the others.

In the adjacent room, a new Skinning Master emerged from the darkness, lacking facial features, with its stretched and taut face skin seeming to mock with a sneering smile.

The bearded man swore under his breath; the Evil Qi on his knife had been exhausted and needed human blood to recover, so he temporarily retreated and rushed up the stairs to the second floor.

Upon reaching the second floor, the bearded man saw a rocking wooden horse facing him, and with a kick, he sent it flying. Suddenly, the cry of a little girl echoed in the night, piercing his ears painfully.

Immediately, blood began seeping from the floor and nearby walls, and an emaciated man in shades of blue-black squeezed out from the pool of blood.

The bearded man took a step back, stepping into the pool of blood, and his entire leg was immediately held, as ghostly hands grabbed his legs, relentlessly pulling him downward.

Seeing this, the bearded man frowned and, using his backhand, stabbed the knife into his own thigh.

Puchi!

The sharp blade pierced the flesh, and the knife trembled slightly, drinking human blood, once again exuding the dark red mist-like evil qi; the ghost face carved on the hilt grew more ferocious and terrifying.

"Get out of here!"

The man with the beard swung his knife, decapitating Old Tian who had approached him with a single swing.

At this moment, the sound of breaking wind came from behind, and a leg of the bearded man was restrained in the pool of blood, unable to dodge. A cold arrow viciously nailed into his back, almost piercing his heart.

The bearded man gasped in pain, his face full of anger. He chopped off the ghost hand clinging to his leg, turning to glare at Sang Que in the distance, who was holding a hunting bow.

"So it was you!"

The bearded man strode forward, charging directly at Sang Que.

The Yin Child blocked his way, but the bearded man swung his knife, forcing a retreat. The evil qi on his blade was exceptionally potent, making it difficult even for the Yin Child to approach.

Another arrow flew at him, but the bearded man’s eyes were sharp, and he cut the arrow with his knife.

Before Sang Que could shoot a third arrow, the bearded man was already in front of him.

Sang Que sidestepped to avoid the knife, lifted his knee, and kicked with all his strength, but it was like kicking a steel plate. The bearded man’s body was harder than Ming Zhang’s after turning into a zombie, and he forcibly pushed Sang Que back.

His knife’s intimidating and lethal power against evil spirits was strong, making it more effective for Sang Que to fight him than letting the Yin Child do it.

Yet this guy was indeed formidable, with flesh full of muscles and excellent martial skills. The two of them were entangled in a fierce battle in the corridor.

The iron sword lost, Sang Que had no handy weapon, only a dagger. His arm injuries unresolved, he struggled against the immensely strong bearded man.

Bang!

The bearded man’s punch landed on Sang Que’s crossed arms, causing a creaking sound from his bones under duress. The force of the hit sent him crashing into the wall, a mouthful of metallic-tasting blood rising up his throat.

"I’ll kill you!"

The bearded man swung his knife down, and Sang Que frantically dodged.

"Sister, Little Chan will help you!"

Strands of black hair shot from the darkness like bolts of silk, quickly entwining the bearded man’s limbs and body, pulling tight.

The bearded man’s arm paused mid-swing, but only for a moment. He let out a low roar, yanked hard, and Xia Chan’s entire head was flung off.

Sang Que leapt up to catch Xia Chan’s head, rolling forward along the ground.

The bearded man raised his knife and cut off the hair around his body, once again charging at the two of them.

"Boo hoo, Little Chan is so useless."

Xia Chan cried in grievance, and Sang Que quickly said, "No, only you can deal with him now. Do you remember the method Sister taught you? Avoid the sharpness, attack the weak points, use softness to overcome hardness. Little Chan, it’s up to you!"

As soon as the words left his mouth, Sang Que confronted the bearded man again, using the bowstring to entangle the bearded man’s knife arm, lifting his foot to kick, trying to disarm him.

Without the knife, the Yin Child could touch him, instantly tearing him apart.

But unfortunately, the bearded man’s grip was steady, never letting go of the knife. He yanked hard, and the hunting bow was ripped from Sang Que’s hand, flung aside.

Sang Que’s strength lay in agility. Although his strength surpassed most people, against the bearded man with natural divine power, she was still slightly inferior.

At this moment, Xia Chan’s hair quietly approached from the bearded man’s feet, once again winding around his body.

This time, Xia Chan’s hair didn’t choose to bind tightly but rather surged quickly into his ears.

!!!

The bearded man’s entire body shivered, his eyes wide open, as he saw strands of black hair piercing out from his eye corners in the air.

When he opened his mouth, more hair grew from his throat.

Inside his body, the black hair invaded every inch, plunging wherever it could. In a blink, the bearded man was rendered immobile, legs going soft as he knelt to the ground.

Countless strands of black hair pierced out from his pores, dancing eerily.

With eyes bulging, the bearded man crazily lifted his knife, stabbing fiercely into his own chest.

At the critical juncture, Sang Que darted forward, with all his might delivering a kick.

The knife finally left the bearded man’s hand, spinning as it flew.

Pa!

Sang Que caught the knife in one hand as the bearded man’s fist heavily struck his chest. Staring wide-eyed, the bearded man collapsed forward, out of breath.

Bit by bit, the blood-stained hair withdrew from his body, Xia Chan’s cheeks inexplicably flushing red, trembling with excitement.

"Did I... did I succeed?"

Sang Que frowned, looking at the knife in his hand, walking over to the bearded man’s robust body, stabbing the knife into his heart. Watching as the Straight Blade drank, the evil qi gradually overflowing.

Sang Que turned his head, "Little Chan, you were really, really amazing."

Xia Chan, shy, buried her head in Sang Que’s embrace.

Sang Que stood by the railing on the second floor, looking down at the old monk still seated cross-legged below.

Only he was left!