I am the Ruler of the Kingdom of Mysterious-Chapter 118 - 97: Escape from Death

Sang Que didn’t know how much time had passed; it felt like an instant to her.

After a moment of confusion, she came to her senses, and the scene before her made her heart tighten and her scalp tingle.

Even though she always remained calm, having seen numerous explicit dismemberment films, she was now trembling with fear, falling backward in shock.

Three people could actually be torn apart so completely, only to be reassembled into one person again.

No, what was in front of her could no longer be described as a person; it was an indescribable form that defied Sang Que’s impoverished vocabulary, something that shattered the spirit with just one glance, causing chaos and uncontrollable fear!

Sang Que lifted her uncontrollably trembling hand, which was covered in blood and pieces of flesh.

Her vision was somewhat blurred, as if the thing on the ground would come alive, making strange noises in her ears.

Sang Que felt both nauseous and terrified, yet there was also a strange sense of satisfaction in her heart, similar to finally receiving a toy she had longed for since childhood.

For Yin Child, it was the long-repressed creative talent finally given free rein to create an artwork she was satisfied with and delighted by.

The surrounding Evil Mist gradually dissipated, and suddenly eight new brides appeared before her, startling Sang Que and making her scalp tighten.

However, the corpses of those eight brides had already lost their ability to move. Not far away, a renewed Yin Child raised her head, both hands held high as she grasped the black threads entwining a struggling heart above.

Pushing and pulling in a tug of war, she slowly inserted the heart into the gaping hole in her chest.

The village resentment struggled violently, and the black threads clinging to the heart crazily extended, lashing everything around like whips.

A fierce wind howled, and scattered rocks crumbled.

Sang Que dashed out from between the brides, saw the copper mirror on the ground, picked it up effortlessly, ran to the well to grab the Straight Blade, and took Xia Chan’s hand.

"Let’s leave here first."

Just then, Sang Que’s body suddenly froze, feeling a deep cold capable of freezing her soul, pouring out from the well behind her.

A slight breeze lifted the ends of Sang Que’s hair, and the white bellflowers surrounding the ancient well swiftly stained with a layer of red, spreading outward.

Xia Chan and Xuan Yu also sensed the coldness, and they all froze in place, almost losing their ability to move.

That layer of red swept across the feet of the eight brides, and red ghostly face flowers quickly bloomed all over them.

Nie God had awakened!

At this moment, Sang Que thought again of all the red flowers at Ming Mansion, and a chill ran down her spine. Perhaps, over the past fifty years, it wasn’t that nothing happened at Ming Mansion, but that everyone who approached this deserted mansion eventually became flower fertilizer.

No one survived, so nobody knew what was going on here.

"Sister!"

Xia Chan suddenly screamed in terror, and Sang Que felt a painful itch at the wound on her neck, as if something were trying to emerge.

She raised her hand to feel, and touched a tender leaf.

Not only was there a tender leaf growing on her neck, but similar red bellflower leaves were sprouting from wounds all over her body.

Meow——

Xuan Yu rolled on the ground, Xia Chan frowned in pain, and similar tender leaves were growing on her, including the distant Yin Child, who was also getting invaded by rapidly growing leaves.

Meanwhile, far away in the outer yard of Ming Mansion, Liu Tianyou, hiding under a table, He Shou’an, trapped in a coffin, Skinny under the coffin, Kou Yushan outside the coffin...

As well as the Evil Spirits on stilts eating people, the gatekeeper carrying human heads, and the children calling ’play with me’, none were spared.

Rustle...

The bright moon hung high, the rain withdrew, and the entire Ming Mansion’s red bellflowers swayed and surged, deep and shallow, like great waves of a sea of blood.

Sang Que didn’t know whether it was something she did or a result of the battle between the village resentment and Yin Child that stirred something, causing Nie God to suddenly awaken. Before they were entirely consumed by these strange flowers invading their bodies, they had to leave Ming Mansion, perhaps just by leaving here, they could be saved.

"Stay close to me!"

Sang Que slipped the knife into the Arrow Quiver on her back, picked up Xuan Yu, and as soon as she stood up, the patch of red-stained bellflowers under their feet suddenly collapsed, catching Sang Que and Xia Chan off guard, plunging them into the well.

"Little Chan!"

Sang Que braced herself on her back, protecting Xia Chan and Xuan Yu in her arms, not knowing what they hit, they crashed heavily into the water.

A strong scent of wine flooded her nose, Sang Que held her breath, groped through the milky white Jade Liquid, grabbed someone, and immediately swam upward with all her might.

Splah!

Emerging from the water, Sang Que took a breath and dragged the person in her grasp up.

"Little...!!!"

Sang Que was so frightened she almost screamed; the person she had dragged up was not Xia Chan at all, but a corpse with eyes tightly shut, white hair, white eyebrows, skin as white as snow—a whiteness to the extreme.