I am the Ruler of the Kingdom of Mysterious-Chapter 262 - 230: The Dream Fiend Appears

Decades of practice gave Granny Zhuang strong dream manipulation abilities. If not for her son’s filial tea that caused her to lose her mind, she would never have fallen into the nightmare.

Now she had awakened from the nightmare of ’maternal love and filial piety’ and seen the unbearable truth, nothing could trap her anymore.

In Wangshan City, evil spirits and sinister ghosts were gradually dissipating in the fierce wind, with Cui Liu Lane as the center, and the crushing force expanding outward.

These were Dream Ghost’s Ghost Slaves, unbeatable to others, but for Granny Zhuang who was parasitized by the Dream Ghost, as long as she remained awake, her control was enough to use the Dream Ghost’s power to crush these Ghost Slaves instead.

One by one, the Ghost Slaves disappeared, and those tormented by fear survived, hugging each other and crying uncontrollably.

In the Orphanage, Liu Tianyou bravely stood in front of all the children for the first time, facing Granny Yin’s gut-ripping ghost claw, ready to die.

Amid the children’s frightened screams, Granny Yin’s ghost claw sliced through Liu Tianyou, leaving only a pile of ashes.

Frightened and helpless, the children ran up and tightly hugged Liu Tianyou.

In Qin Ze’s home, he stood alone in front of a water jar, hiding in the corner, while inside the jar, his wife clutched two terrified children, holding back tears of fear.

Two enormous ghost hands reached through the broken rooftop, grabbing and searching everywhere inside.

Qin Ze was covered in scars, almost seized by the ghost hands while protecting the mother and children earlier. Now, there was nowhere to hide; the monstrous presence was outside, and escaping meant certain death.

Qin Ze, pale-faced, said to the three in the jar, "Don’t worry, as long as I am here, nothing will happen to you, nothing!"

Qin Ze was losing blood; in the nightmare he couldn’t use the Yin Walker’s power, his body already at its limit.

Once again, the ghost hand appeared, this time precisely piercing into Qin Ze’s body.

Qin Ze groaned; the pain of his body being torn apart made him feel his life rapidly slipping away, yet he still managed to force a reassuring smile at the mother and children in the jar, "It’s okay... it’ll be okay..."

Just when he thought this was the end, Qin Ze suddenly felt a lightness; the ghost hand about to grab his heart turned to ashes.

Qin Ze turned around in confusion, seeing a beam of light streaming through the broken roof.

The night in Wangshan City was about to end.

With some townspeople in their care, Xiao Wu and Xiao Liu emerged from the courtyard, looking up at the sky where the light was driving away all darkness.

At that moment, everyone saw an enormous creature occupying the entire sky, like a mass of thick black liquid, covered with constantly stretching and waving tentacles, those filled with pustules, like rotting eyes.

Just one glance was enough to drive everyone to the depths of terror, minds breaking as cries of despair echoed.

In Granny Zhuang’s courtyard, Sang Que and Yu Da also saw the indescribable entity, its tentacle deeply embedded in Granny Zhuang.

Granny Zhuang’s abilities were limited; she couldn’t directly expel the Dream Ghost, making all the Ghost Slaves disappear, awakening everyone instantly.

The Dream Ghost would surely struggle!

Yu Da took one look and fell to his knees in agony, eyes wide open, blood vessels bursting, body veins bulging.

Something beneath the skin on his neck and the back of his hand writhed uncontrollably, suddenly tearing through Yu Da’s skin, breaking free.

Sang Que didn’t notice Yu Da’s change; the moment the monstrous figure appeared in the sky, a tentacle full of eyes and pustules shot down toward her.

A horizontal slash made no impact; the tentacle was caught between existence and nonexistence, crashing into Sang Que’s body instantly.

Countless terrifying scenes flashed through Sang Que’s mind, too much information pouring in too quickly giving a feeling of being overwhelmed.

This was the Dream Ghost, Granny Zhuang was dying, the Dream Ghost wanted to continue this dream, choosing her to parasitize.

Once parasitized by the Dream Ghost, death was inevitable!

At this moment, two small ghostly figures appeared at the sides of the tentacle, pulling it back with effort.

These were the child boy and girl from the Household Department’s entrance that Sang Que had freed from the stone lions. They, too, should have been the Dream Ghost’s Ghost Slaves. Why hadn’t they disappeared? Sang Que didn’t know. Strange things always had unexplained parts; she couldn’t understand everything clearly.

No time to ponder, Sang Que’s strong will to survive made her raise both hands, grabbing the tentacle endlessly pouring into her with both hands, her left hand grasped air, but her right hand clamped onto the tentacle.

Sang Que shuddered; was it because the dream was collapsing, that her dream self was connecting with her real self outside, allowing her to borrow her true strength?

Thinking of this, Sang Que made a decisive decision.

"Thunder, thunder, kill the ghost... subdue the spirit... hum!"

The intense pain stopped Sang Que from completing the entire spell, the deluge of nightmare scenes made her gradually forget the spell words.

She felt her consciousness increasingly blurry, her mind torn to pieces and swallowed by the Dream Ghost, devoured.

She could even hear the Dream Ghost chewing on her soul, it tasted so good.

Meanwhile, the countdown ticking of recovery also tortured her will, facilitating the Dream Ghost’s invasion.

The hell with it!

With anger flooding her chest, Sang Que shouted aloud, skipping the entire spell, gripping the tentacle with her right hand and speaking a single word.

Orders!

Dark red light burst from Sang Que’s right palm, and the two Little Ghosts quickly released their hold and disappeared.

The tentacle was instantly swallowed by the red light, and Sang Que was knocked back by the immense impact, losing her footing and suddenly falling.

Gasping deeply, she sat up from where she fell, seeing the ruins of the Evil Suppression Bureau, and not far around her lay Cui Cheng, Xiao Wu, and Xiao Liu.

Had she left the dream?

But what happened to Wangshan City, everywhere was scattered debris, a scene of ruin, apart from a major earthquake, there was no other possibility.

Sang Que’s head throbbed, the ticking sound still persisted, making her restless.

She tried to stand but blacked out again, collapsing to the ground, feeling like her soul had left, seriously anemic, with a muddled mind.

Occasionally, she still saw those nightmare images from the Dream Ghost, feeling pulled into them.

Sang Que hurriedly focused, forcibly ignoring those images.

Moaning came from nearby, Xiao Wu, Xiao Liu, and Cui Cheng all awoke, but the other two constables, one was long dead, and the other remained motionless.

"What happened here?"

Xiao Liu held his head, looking around, Xiao Wu had a grave expression.

Cui Cheng, too, was stunned by what he saw, mouth agape, unable to speak.

Sang Que found her bag and weapon beside her, she braced herself on her blade, trying to stand, and quickly spoke to the others, "The Ghost Opera Troupe planned this whole thing. Now Wangshan City has collapsed; I guess the Ghost Coffin will bring the Corpse Nest into the city soon. Although I don’t know how the Ghost Opera Troupe can control the Corpse Nest, it must be prevented."

Her words made those present all show expressions of disbelief, even the always calm Xiao Wu turned pale.

Meow!

Xuan Yu ran out from the ruins of the Evil Suppression Bureau, carrying a small item wrapped in red cloth in its mouth. Seeing Sang Que, it dropped the item and ran into Sang Que’s arms, meowing pitifully.

"Thank you for your hard work, Xuan Yu." Sang Que hugged Xuan Yu firmly, stroking it, "Captain He must be near Cui Liu Lane, I’ll go check, you guys hurry and rescue people."

With the waking from the dream, faint cries for help emerged from the debris around. In ancient times, houses were made of wood beams and brick structures; though the quake was strong, surely many were still alive.

What’s truly frightening is the evil spirits and Corpse Nest that will attack soon in the night.

The people waking up, Xuan Yu no longer needed to search for yin objects, it immediately followed Sang Que’s actions.

The Black Donkey remained by the square’s edge, Sang Que glanced at it, picked up her bow and arrow, and spread Evil Mist to instantly teleport to Cui Liu Lane.

Her residence was along the way, and she wondered if the firecracker and Ten Victory Stone Arrows she buried were intact, and whether Kou Yushan and Yu Da were trapped unable to escape.

Sang Que’s gaze fell to her palm, the Yansheng coin once buried now left with only an incomplete outline, ready to disappear at any moment. She sensed some changes in her soul after contacting the Dream Ghost.

But there was no time to investigate, saving lives was the priority!