I am the Ruler of the Kingdom of Mysterious-Chapter 133 - 107: Golden Child

Zhang Qinggang was drunk in the afternoon, went upstairs to sleep, and didn’t know how long he slept until he suddenly heard a ’bang’ and woke up with a start.

Inside and outside the room were all dark, the alarm clock on the bedside was flashing, it was already past 8 p.m.

He remembered Qiangzi saying that he was going out to do something in the afternoon and bring back a female student to offer to the ’Golden Child’, Zhang Qinggang immediately sobered up and went downstairs to check.

"Qiangzi, is that you back?"

Zhang Qinggang walked down the stairs, and as his foot hit the last step, a bright light pierced his eyes.

He squinted his eyes, and after adjusting to the light, opened them and froze in place.

The three-bedroom apartment was spotless, with furniture and appliances untouched by dust, the sliding door to the balcony was open, and the red maple in the yard was as crimson as blood, swaying in the breeze.

"Honey, come and eat."

Zhang Qinggang shivered all over, turned around slowly with wide, terrified eyes, and saw a woman in a white dress standing by the dining table, smiling at him softly.

Zhang Qinggang stumbled back in panic, trembling as he reached for the Buddha pendant on his chest.

"You... didn’t you die?"

The woman kept smiling and slowly approached Zhang Qinggang, "How did I die then?"

Zhang Qinggang took out the Buddha pendant, and before he could raise it, the black Buddha pendant in his hand cracked quickly as the woman got closer and closer.

"Was it... like this?"

The woman put both hands in her mouth and slowly pulled at her chin with force, a chilling sound of bones breaking and flesh tearing resonated.

Zhang Qinggang’s eyes widened with terror as he watched the woman pry off and pull down her entire chin bit by bit.

Blood stained the woman’s white dress, her terrifying appearance causing Zhang Qinggang’s legs to give out, kneeling on the ground, he started to cry and beg.

"I’m sorry, I’m sorry, it’s all Xu Zhenxing and Xu Zhenping’s fault, those bastards told me that worshipping the Golden Child at home would bring wealth, who knew it would turn out like this, I’m really sorry, it wasn’t intentional, please spare me, spare me..."

There was a weight on his back, and a cold breath assaulted him from the back of his head.

"Then stay and keep me company."

"Ah!!!"

Zhang Qinggang screamed, tumbling and crawling outside, he saw a taxi parked at the roadside with its engine still running, and without thinking, he jumped in, stepped on the accelerator, and sped away.

The night was deep and quiet, gray mist surrounded the area, a rainfall had just passed, and the wet ground reflected the streetlights and neon lights, the entire city was empty.

Zhang Qinggang was drenched in cold sweat, his eyes gradually twisted and sinister, and he started muttering to himself.

"Women! The Golden Child needs women, as long as I sacrifice another woman, I can definitely make another fortune, I can definitely turn things around, definitely!"

A girl with a red umbrella stood by the roadside, raising her hand to hail the cab, it slowly stopped, she closed her umbrella and got in, sitting in the back seat.

The girl didn’t say a destination, so Zhang Qinggang just drove on his own.

"Driver, I want to get off." The girl said in a chilling tone.

Zhang Qinggang’s face turned ruthless, and he slammed on the gas.

Drip... drip...

Cold, sticky liquid dripped onto his face, Zhang Qinggang wiped it with his hand, it was blood.

He looked up in horror, only to see floral patterns of blood spreading across the car ceiling.

In the blink of an eye, the whole interior of the taxi was drenched in blood, and horrifying faces emerged from the viscous liquid.

Cold hands reached out from the back seat and touched Zhang Qinggang’s face, the girl turned into the woman without a chin, gently exhaling.

Zhang Qinggang was so terrified that his liver and gall were shattered, he stamped hard on the brakes but it had no effect, the car speed increased, and the woman’s hand slowly reached into his mouth.

Crack!

"Ahhh!!!"

A horrifying scream echoed, but no one at the junkyard heard it.

Jiang Zao held up her phone, pointing at the empty staircase and asked Sang Que, "Did you see that? He just vanished, I even recorded it!"

Sang Que nodded absentmindedly, "I saw it."

The person was transferred away by her using the Evil Mist, trapped on the second floor, currently experiencing a second round of deathly fear.

Sang Que intended to extract information from Zhang Qinggang, asking him why he sold the house to them, and whether his appearance at her apartment complex on the night of August 2nd was a coincidence or for some other reason.

Before the upgrade of the Yin Child’s Evil Mist, she could only influence Qin Lu’s father to see some terrifying illusions, without changing the surroundings.

After this upgrade, the Yin Child’s Evil Mist could directly transport people and alter the environment, conjuring incredibly realistic illusions by evoking the fear in people’s hearts.

"You stay here, don’t move."

Sang Que walked to the room where the missing girl’s corpse hung, an icy breath emanated from her right arm, and a few cyan corpse spots quickly appeared on it.

Sang Que raised her hand toward the golden child in the shen kan, planning to use it to feed the village resentment.

Crack!

The Golden Child suddenly split open entirely, and the sound of a baby’s cry echoed, as the girl suspended above moved like a marionette.

A wisp of black mist swiftly flew out from the cracked Golden Child, broke through the window, and escaped outside.

"Sang Sang, there’s signal on the phone!"

Jiang Zao, shielded by Sang Que’s Evil Mist, didn’t notice the eeriness inside the room. Upon discovering signal recovery, she immediately dialed the emergency number.

Previously, the presence of the ’Golden Child’ here had affected the phone signal due to the permeating yin energy. Now, the Divine Statue of the Golden Child cracked, the yin energy dissipated, and the signal naturally recovered.

These modern small minions are really no match compared to the Evil Spirits of the Deceit Dynasty. There’s no need for the Opera House; spreading the Evil Mist can trap them.

"You call the police first, I’ll go out and check."

Sang Que chased after the wisp of black mist, running to the village path outside the scrapyard.

...

"Teacher, hurry up, why are you getting slower?"

"The car is running out of battery!"

Zheng Xuan drove on the bumpy village path with Xu Yichao, the small electric vehicle trudging slowly.

Xu Yichao could not wait, so he simply stretched his long legs and jumped off the vehicle, running faster than the small electric vehicle.

"Come back, don’t run around!"

The ominous wind gusted, darkness engulfed the surroundings, and mist gradually rose. Zheng Xuan’s vehicle headlights flickered and suddenly went out.

When he steadied the vehicle to look ahead, Xu Yichao was already nowhere to be seen.

Zheng Xuan instantly felt like swearing. He tossed the vehicle to the roadside, removed and discarded his helmet, quickly took out a cigarette pack from his pocket.

Lighting a cigarette and holding it in his mouth, Zheng Xuan then became fully alert, cautiously moving forward.

Lighting a cigarette, like lighting incense, can break the Ghost Wall, and the surrounding mist made Zheng Xuan’s hair stand on end, feeling extremely dangerous.

"This is really troublesome!"

Zheng Xuan couldn’t help but complain, according to the ’Institute’s’ data, the probability of encountering a supernatural event again within three months after just experiencing one is over 60%.

These two unlucky kids!

The yin energy here is very dense, the shadows of the trees under the moonlight swayed like ghosts, and Zheng Xuan turned on his phone light, casting it around.

Suddenly, Zheng Xuan felt a chill at the back of his head, he sharply turned around, seeing his brother Zheng Letian, covered in blood, with a cracked head.

"Big brother, why didn’t you come to save me?"

Zheng Xuan’s pupils contracted, guilt flashed in his eyes, but his hands remained active, grabbing a handful of red rice from his pocket and scattering it forward.

Zheng Letian instantly vanished into thin air.

Baby cries began resonating again, and Zheng Xuan immediately ran toward the sound.

The mist gradually dispersed, and a woman in Southern Ocean attire stood statue-like under the poplar trees by the roadside, with her back facing Zheng Xuan.

The baby cry suddenly shifted to behind him, Zheng Xuan felt his scalp tighten and drew out a special baton from his waist, striking backwards.

The shadow of the baby scattered upon impact, the crying ceased, and looking down, Zheng Xuan saw an additional woman’s shadow behind his own.

Countless red threads hanging from the tree wound around Zheng Xuan’s arm holding the baton, the baby’s cry echoed again, a black shadow reassembled, lunging at Zheng Xuan’s face, intending to possess him.

At the critical moment, a little girl, her entire body pale and clad in ancient attire, suddenly appeared, grasping the neck of the pitch-black baby with one hand.

The baby struggled violently, letting out piercing cries, but was effortlessly dispersed into smoke by the ancient-attired little girl with a gentle pinch.

The red string binding Zheng Xuan quickly vanished, fleeing in panic.

The little girl slowly turned her head, her hollow eye sockets listlessly facing Zheng Xuan.

A chilling terror enveloped Zheng Xuan, his entire body stiffened, the intense pressure made him unable to breathe. Apart from facing the Mountain God honored by his family, he’d never felt this before.

The little girl extended her hand towards Zheng Xuan, slowly approaching.

Straining with all his might, Zheng Xuan compelled his body to move again, grabbing a large handful of red rice from his pocket and throwing it out.

The rice falling on the Yin Child had no effect, the bluish little hand marked by corpse spots was about to land on Zheng Xuan.

Just as Zheng Xuan prepared to bite the tip of his tongue to spray a ’True Yang Splash’, the little girl suddenly disappeared.

"Mr. Zheng!"

Xu Yichao emerged from the mist, followed closely by Sang Que and Jiang Zao.

"How did you disappear in the blink of an eye? How did someone as inexperienced as you get into the ’relevant departments’?"

Zheng Xuan: .......