I am the Ruler of the Kingdom of Mysterious-Chapter 264 - 232: Thank You!
Xuan Yu dashed into the alley, like the wind and lightning, and jumped onto the wall, clawing at a spot in the darkness repeatedly.
His claws touched something, and Xuan Yu was sent flying by a powerful force.
He Buning reacted swiftly, catching Xuan Yu in his arms. Looking in that direction, he saw a humanoid shadow trying to flee.
Sang Que quickly ran to He Buning’s side, grabbing the hand crossbow from his waist, and swiftly pulled the trigger towards that direction.
The hand crossbow fired ten shots in an instant, all unleashed by Sang Que.
Only the last arrow hit the shadow, causing it to fall from the wall into an empty courtyard.
He Buning, holding Xuan Yu, rushed into the courtyard, but found it empty, with only a few spots of blood on the ground, marking a trail that vanished into thin air.
It must be a puppet controlled by the Puppet Master.
Meow...
Xuan Yu weakly meowed in He Buning’s arms. He Buning frowned as he checked, finding no external injuries; it was just a heavy blow, nothing too serious.
Sang Que and Xia Chan followed closely behind, not seeing anyone. Sang Que quickly ran out, heading towards Granny Zhuang’s place.
Xia Chan, with disheveled hair, was very hungry from exerting too much energy. But she didn’t cry out for food, suppressing her urge not to trouble Sang Que, always following closely behind.
As soon as they stepped into Granny Zhuang’s courtyard, Sang Que caught the scent of blood.
Wei Ziyan was dead!
Dismembered and hanging from the eaves by thin white threads, a ghastly sight.
Xia Chan exclaimed in shock, immediately hiding behind Sang Que, drawn by the scent of blood to crave flesh and blood fiercely.
Sang Que was the same at that moment, unable to stop staring at the corpse, her gaze glued to the pool of blood, swallowing hard.
In her dreams, her life-saving curse had consumed too much of her vital energy, and her thirst for blood had reached its peak.
But she absolutely couldn’t take that step. Once she did, her boundaries would no longer exist, and she feared to imagine what she would become.
She rubbed the ring her mother gave her on her index finger, bit the tip of her tongue hard, using pain to distract herself, and quickly stepped into the house.
Granny Zhuang lay quietly on the bed, seemingly with a faint breath still.
"Granny?"
Sang Que and Xia Chan ran to the bedside. Xia Chan, with her mouth pinched, shook Granny Zhuang gently. Granny Zhuang struggled to open her eyes, spotting Xia Chan beside the bed, offering her a faint smile, trying to lift her hand to touch Xia Chan.
"It’s... Little Chan..."
Granny Zhuang’s hand suddenly dropped weakly, with no breath left.
"Granny!"
Xia Chan anxiously shook Granny Zhuang, shaking her until she burst into tears, once again reminded of her deceased mother.
"Granny, wake up. Little Chan has tasty treats for you, wake up, don’t sleep..."
Xia Chan grabbed Sang Que, "Sister, help Granny, let Granny get up, don’t let her sleep. Granny is a good person, why do good people always... always..."
Xia Chan was already sobbing uncontrollably.
Sang Que extended her right hand over Granny Zhuang’s forehead, trying to use the power of the Yansheng Coin Geng Trigram to sustain Granny Zhuang’s life, but the Yansheng Coin showed no response.
Granny Zhuang was already at the end of her life, and she didn’t want to live either, unlike Kou Yushan’s situation.
Sang Que embraced Xia Chan’s shoulder, "Let’s go, let Granny Zhuang sleep peacefully."
Xia Chan, sniffling, helped tuck Granny Zhuang’s hands into the quilt, tidying the corners, and remembering how Granny loved snacks, took out crumbs of snacks she had hidden on herself, unwrapped them from the paper, and placed them beside Granny’s pillow.
"Granny, sleep well, when you wake, it’ll be a new day!"
Wiping away her tears, Xia Chan stood up and left with Sang Que.
He Buning, holding Xuan Yu, waited outside, having guessed what was happening inside.
Sang Que forced herself to ignore Wei Ziyan’s corpse, recounting all the words Granny Zhuang said in the dream to He Buning.
He Buning thought for a moment and said, "Anyway, save the people first, evacuate those who are alive from Wangshan City."
"Leave the rescue to me."
Sang Que decisively took on the task. As long as the people to be rescued were not Yin Walkers and didn’t resist excessively, she could easily transport them from the ruins with the Evil Mist.
He Buning nodded, "Have everyone head to the Songhe Temple on the east side of Wangshan City. As long as the temple hasn’t been buried by the landslide, it’s a temporarily safe place. I’ll go find Cui Cheng and see how General Cao is doing."
Just the thought of the Corpse Nest being drawn into Wangshan City made He Buning shiver, a profound sense of helplessness taking hold.
He Buning handed Xuan Yu to Xia Chan, "Stay close to your sister, and be careful."
After giving his instructions, He Buning left quickly, with Sang Que, Xia Chan, and Xuan Yu beginning to rescue people from around Cui Liu Lane.
The Evil Mist spread out fully, as Sang Que cautiously sensed where people were, but during such a moment, under the ticking influence in her mind, she would often see flashes of nightmare fragments, feeling like her consciousness was being sucked in.
Sang Que took out the Dao Bell and shook it, its crisp sound as if she inhaled refreshing oil, instantly clearing her mind.
Beside her, fleeing citizens cried out while digging through the ruins with bare hands, not stopping even as their hands turned bloody and raw.
Gray fog swept over, and a child with hollow eyes, their body ghostly blue, suddenly appeared atop the debris, prompting everyone to scream and flee, rolling away in a panic.
But when they tumbled down from the wreckage, they found their buried family member, whom they had been desperately searching for, lying beside them.
A cold wind stirred the dust, blinding their eyes. When everyone rubbed their eyes and looked back at the top of the wreckage, it was empty.
Sang Que was extremely efficient in saving people, and Xia Chan wasn’t idle either.
While Sang Que searched for surviving citizens, Xia Chan didn’t keep her identity as an Evil Person hidden. She used her hair to wrap around a wooden beam by the roadside, using the lever principle her sister taught her, to pry heavy objects off buried people.
"Hurry, save the people, Little Chan can’t hold on much longer!"
Holding Xuan Yu, Xia Chan’s face scrunched with effort.
Nearby surviving citizens, still in shock, quickly crawled through the supported gaps to pull others trapped inside to safety.
On the west side of the city, more and more citizens were being rescued by Sang Que and Xia Chan, most were honest and diligent in rescuing others.
Yet, there were still a few who, taking advantage of the chaos, looted. One even murdered an elder who had just escaped to steal their possessions.
Seeing this, Sang Que didn’t hesitate to let Yin Child take action. Under the fearful gaze of everyone, the Yin Child tore the thug to pieces as a warning to others.
"Those who can still walk, head to the Songhe Temple on the east side of Wangshan City immediately, do not linger in the city!"
Sang Que shouted to urge the surviving citizens, who, upon hearing the commotion, came from all directions, gradually forming a group of over a hundred people. Bracing against the cold winter wind, they tightened their thin clothes, supporting each other to flee the city.
"I say, that Yin Child, heading to Liaohuochu—"
Strange opera singing echoed from the roadside ruins, causing all the escaping citizens, along with Sang Que and Xia Chan, to turn their heads.
A woman dressed as a Daomadan, holding a spear with flags mounted on her back, looked down at Sang Que, emitting a powerful aura, forcing back the Evil Mist that surrounded her. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚
"Ah, so you, the little girl, are controlling it!"
The Daomadan continued singing. Among the crowd, a small official from the provincial capital, aware of the Fengning City massacre and having heard the name Yin Child, realized what was happening and screamed in panic.
"Yes! That’s the Yin Child, the one who destroyed all of Fengning City!"
The shout sent ripples of panic through the crowd. Even those who hadn’t heard of the Yin Child knew of the Fengning City massacre—the court couldn’t completely suppress all information.
Soon, the citizens who had gathered around Sang Que, viewing her as their anchor and lifeline, fled in terror.
They didn’t understand the Yin Walkers, only knew that they could also lose control, killing innocently in such a state, sometimes more cruelly than Evil Spirits or Ghosts.
The ones to suffer were always those powerless, like the people of Fengning City.
"Sister isn’t a bad person! Sister is a good person!" Xia Chan, agitated, tried to explain.
Sang Que pulled Xia Chan close, her eyes fixed on the Daomadan who, instead of speaking properly, sang horribly.
This person exposed her secret, making her remember that the Yin Child needed mass fear to progress—wasn’t this the perfect opportunity?
Really... thank you for that!
No wonder this brat Yin Child was so active in helping right now, even willing to show up in front of citizens, seeking a chance to advance.
