I am the Ruler of the Kingdom of Mysterious-Chapter 267 - 234: Instant Kill

West of the city.

The Daomadan before Sang Que felt like it had the strength of the Early Fourth Layer, as the moment it appeared, her spread of Evil Mist was suppressed and repelled. However, the suppression wasn’t particularly strong, within her completely bearable range.

The Daomadan twirled the spear in its hand and began to sing again, "Do you wish to join us in singing this grand opera of the world?"

The ability to control the Yin Child was absolutely earth-shattering news within the Yin Walkers community; if it could be drawn into the Ghost Opera Troupe, it would be a major achievement.

Even if not, she must be subdued here and taken along with the Yin Child back.

The Daomadan saw Sang Que with the Night Traveler Token hanging at her waist, thinking that the chance of recruiting her into the Ghost Opera Troupe wasn’t very high, it was ready for action.

"Sure!"

"Then let’s meet under the hands... ah?"

The Daomadan’s singing halted abruptly, it looked at Sang Que in surprise, and those civilians behind, upon hearing Sang Que’s words, retreated further in fear.

A man not in his right mind couldn’t take it anymore and, summoning his courage, questioned, "You’re a Night Traveler, instead of protecting us, how can you conspire with the Ghost Opera Troupe? Careful, we’ll report you to the Evil Suppression Bureau!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a gust of evil wind swept over, causing everyone to scream and scatter apart.

A little girl with a blue face and no eyes quietly appeared beside that man, looking up at him blankly.

The man immediately trembled like a sieve, peeing himself, while the Yin Child disdainfully stepped back.

Sang Que frowned, unable to clearly feel this extreme fear from others, it seemed that this advancement timing couldn’t be grasped by her, it must be felt by the Yin Child itself. When the time comes, the Yin Child will surely put back its hidden eyeballs wherever they’ve been concealed.

Last time when the Yin Child acquired the heart of village resentment, its strength increased sharply, immediately backfiring against her.

On her mother’s side, the time-limited free recommendation for the novel just ended, and book fans are increasing in number, yet it’s uncertain how many will stay. Currently, her Heart Lamp should be just hitting the fourth layer, she still needs to be careful.

Sang Que pinched Xia Chan’s hand, giving her a look, signaling for her to leave first later on. The meanings of these looks and gestures were practices they did regularly, meant for a time when communication wasn’t convenient, so they could quickly understand each other’s intentions.

Xia Chan had recently been restrained by the puppet and consumed too much energy, yet to replenish it. Rather than staying and fighting hard, it was better to escort these civilians away from Wangshan City first.

With the Daomadan appearing to block them, it meant the Corpse Nest might be approaching. Perhaps elsewhere there were also Ghost Opera Troupe members preventing civilians from escaping Wangshan City.

Yun Niang carrying Kou Yushan, along with her remaining little daughter were among these people. Xia Chan deliberated slightly, nodding subtly, thinking internally that after she escorted everyone out of the city, she’d come back to help her sister.

Sang Que did not let the Yin Child kill that person; she pulled off the Night Traveler Token from her waist, facing the Daomadan.

"The Evil Suppression Bureau treats me quite well, I’m curious what price your Ghost Opera Troupe can offer."

To quickly acquire the civilians’ fear, it was best to rapidly spread the news of her controlling the Yin Child while wanting to join the Ghost Opera Troupe.

Wangshan City holds over thirty thousand civilians, even if only a third survive amid the earthquakes, it would still exceed ten thousand.

As for how to wrap it up afterward, with the strength she possesses, she could dictate the end as she pleases.

The Daomadan hesitated, just about to continue singing when Sang Que abruptly interrupted, "Speak properly, your singing is awful!"

The Daomadan’s eyes glared wide, fingers clutching the spear tightened suddenly, yet it still cleared its throat, changed to a normal female tone.

"The Ghost Opera Troupe has the five elements of Sheng, Dan, Jing, Mo, Chou, you can pick at will. If you can submit a pledge, assist you in elevating, becoming a leader isn’t impossible."

"What pledge?"

The Daomadan glanced up, eyes falling on those civilians, corners of its lips forming a cruel smile, "Kill them all, let me see the strength of the Yin Child!"

"Alright!"

Sang Que agreed without the slightest hesitation, spinning around, grey mist rose from beneath her feet like a surging river, rolling toward the panicked and helpless civilians.

Helpless before such a situation, they could only emit desperate cries, clutching close ones tight, awaiting the arrival of death, whereas the Yin Child standing aside seemed to feel this extreme terror; its mouth seemed to move, yet seemed not to move, giving a feeling that it was smiling.

In just an instant, over a hundred people were swallowed by the grey mist. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

The Daomadan’s pupils trembled, "You!"

Before it could utter a complete sentence, in the grey mist, all the people disappeared, an opera house rose from the ground, trapping it inside.

Sang Que turned around, looked toward the furious Daomadan, "The previous conditions don’t work, say it again!"

"How dare you!"

The Daomadan furiously raised the spear, behind her, four flags automatically flew up and landed, transforming into four bleeding seven-aperture martial artists with opera face makeup, each holding knives, spears, staffs, dispersing to attack Sang Que.

The Daomadan also instantly teleported and flashed, maneuvering left and right, as the spear with murderous intent surged forward, directly stabbing at Sang Que.

The oppressive force of a Ghost Level over an Evil Level carried a chilling aura, striking irresistibly.

Sang Que was completely unafraid, grabbing a stack of paper from her bag and scattering it with a wave.

The sky filled with papers, causing the Daomadan to cautiously flash and retreat, thinking it must be some powerful yin object. When she finally saw clearly, she realized they were all silver notes.

As Sang Que scattered all her assets, amounting to four thousand eight hundred taels in silver notes, her hand behind her back threw out the Human Bone Dice, just to see if having more wealth increased the chance of rolling a four.

As the silver notes vanished one by one with the rolling dice, until only the smallest denomination, a fifty-tael silver note, was left on the ground.

And the dice showed... Four!

The four martial artists, bleeding from their seven orifices, no sooner appeared around Sang Que than their figures disappeared like ashes as their weapons were about to strike.

The Daomadan staggered backward as if hit by a heavy blow, and the four shadows belonging to Sang Que surrounded her at once.

Old Tian was in the front, a pool of blood formed from his bleeding body.

The Blood Robe Evil was behind, suddenly covering down.

The slender Skinning Master was on the left, and the Yin Child on the right, all four hands grabbing simultaneously.

There were also five children, locked by Old Tian in the third room on the first floor, crowded by the window, pounding on it desperately, very noisy.

In an instant, the Daomadan was wrapped all over by the Blood Clothes, the Skinning Master tore off a piece of human skin, the Yin Child tore down a flag, Old Tian felt the murderous intent from Sang Que behind and immediately moved aside.

Sang Que no longer restrained her anger, striding over with big steps, kicked the Daomadan wrapped in Blood Clothes to the ground, expressionless, her eyes cold, aimed the hand crossbow with ten reloaded crossbow arrows at the Daomadan on the ground, who kept whining and struggling.

Trigger, pull continuously!

Bam! Bam! Bam...

Ten crossbow arrows shot out fiercely, three arrows to the head, three arrows to the chest, three to the abdomen, and the last one pierced through the throat!

Blood gushed from under the Blood Clothes, the Daomadan gradually ceased moving, and Old Tian backed away in horror, distancing himself from Sang Que who was full of evil qi.

The Blood Robe Evil wriggled as it flew up, its body nailed with ten holes, making a wailing sound resembling crying, it slammed into the second room, closing the door with a bang, healing alone.

The five locked-up children didn’t dare to pound the window anymore, the Skinning Master holding the piece of human skin he finally peeled off, happily went back to change.

The Yin Child threw the shredded flag dismembered earlier at Sang Que’s feet, then disappeared on the spot.

Sang Que glanced indifferently at the skinless corpse she had turned into a pin cushion, slowly reloaded ten crossbow arrows.

"The debt of that evil spirit, I’ll repay later." Sang Que said to Old Tian.

Rules are something that, once set, cannot be broken, even by Old Tian, he couldn’t give Sang Que any privileges. But before Sang Que could forcibly dismiss the Opera House, the Yin Child reappeared in the Opera House, holding an old beggar whom Sang Que had encountered in front of her home, who would make people sick if not fed.

Old Tian:......

Sang Que raised an eyebrow, thinking that when there’s profit, the Yin Child really seems like a dependable little cotton padded jacket. It seems she’ll have to find ways to manage this mischievous child in the future.

After paying the Opera House usage fee, Old Tian quietly retreated, Sang Que picked up the Human Bone Dice on the ground, the fifty-tael silver note, and that flag.

The flag was a yin object dismembered by the Yin Child while the Daomadan was heavily injured by the Human Bone Dice. If Sang Que guessed correctly, it should contain a Martial Artist Ghost Slave bleeding from the seven orifices, just not sure what the cost to use it is.

"Sister!"

Xia Chan rushed back while holding Xuan Yu, panting heavily. After being teleported away by Sang Que, they ran into Xiao Wu and Xiao Liu, who were helping another group of civilians escape. Xia Chan handed them over in a hurry and rushed back to help Sang Que.

Unexpectedly, Sang Que had already taken care of the Daomadan, and Xia Chan was extremely proud.

Seeing the bloody, mangled corpse on the ground, Xia Chan’s uneven hair all curled uncontrollably, stretching towards that direction.

Xia Chan swallowed, retreating.

Boom!

Suddenly, a loud crash, the cliff on the Evil Suppression Bureau’s side suddenly split open with a massive gap, collapsing once more.

Immediately after, the entire sky began to fade, the colors of an ink painting rapidly diffusing outward from above the Evil Suppression Bureau.

Sang Que’s heart sank, feeling an unbeatable oppression, a sign that an extremely powerful Ghost Realm was forming.

Sang Que looked at the corpse on the ground, then at Xia Chan. In a critical moment, she said to Xia Chan, "Little Chan, this body is the body of a villain. If you can’t resist, just devour her, accumulate enough power so that we can survive."