I am the Ruler of the Kingdom of Mysterious-Chapter 271 - 238: Chaotic Battle

The earth-shattering explosion raised billowing vermillion dust, Ten Victory Stone fragments flew, striking several Ghost Slaves around, who immediately twisted in agony and were incinerated into ashes.

Everyone looked at Sang Que in shock again, unable to see what Sang Que used. Xiao Wu and Xiao Liu felt that the sound and power of that thing were like the flintlock gun used by their Colonel.

It was a firearm, a weapon being developed and restricted by the Xuan Dynasty, currently used only in Shengjing. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

The vermillion dust had not yet dispersed when suddenly the ground beneath everyone’s feet began to rumble. Ink traces from all directions rapidly converged here, pooling beneath their feet.

Immediately afterward, those ink marks, by smearing, actually changed the terrain, lifting the Evil Suppression Bureau along with this square in front into a mountain.

Ink rain began to fall from the sky, the ink soaked into water, leaving trace marks, forming an invincible cage, intending to trap everyone there.

Previously, only Wan Xiangtou could feel the suppression from the Ink-Wash Ghost Realm, but now He Buning, Cui Cheng, Xiao Wu, Xiao Liu, and Sang Que Xia Chan all sensed the oppressive atmosphere of the Ghost Realm.

The cold ink that fell on them immediately began to stiffen their bodies, feeling their vitality being rapidly devoured, as if they were gradually turning into figures in an ink painting.

"General Cao might have lost control! He is using his last bit of sanity to seal the area around the Evil Suppression Bureau. If the evil ghosts below all escape, the consequences would be unimaginable."

He Buning quickly realized this, immediately looking at Cui Cheng.

"Before the cage fully forms, take Xiao Wu and Xiao Liu to the Evil Ghost Bureau, you know what to do!"

The Deceitful Bride kept watching He Buning, preventing him from leaving.

With the situation critical, Cui Cheng nodded without hesitation.

"Xiao Liu, catch this!" Sang Que threw a bundle of ten firecrackers from her bag to Xiao Liu.

"Thanks!"

Xiao Wu was using the Ghost Soldier Talisman attached to a long knife to slash at the surrounding Ghost Slaves, while Xiao Liu caught the firecrackers Sang Que threw and lit one to throw out.

Boom!

Red smoke spread, and a vacuum area was immediately blasted among the dense Ghost Slaves, an impressive power that made Xiao Wu, Xiao Liu, and Cui Cheng, who was following behind, light up with excitement.

Unfortunately, with no time to inquire about the details due to the emergency, Cui Cheng led the way forward, waving a broadsword with a single hand thanks to his fierce aura, and broke out with Xiao Wu and Xiao Liu before the Ink and Water Cage completely sealed, descending along the rising water-ink mountain walls towards the ruins of the Evil Suppression Bureau.

If General Cao were to lose complete control, the entire city’s citizens would perish even without the Ghost Opera Troupe taking action.

The Evil Suppression Bureau has defensive measures in place to temporarily restrain the Evil Ghosts, at least enough to maintain General Cao’s sanity and relocate to an open area.

The Ghost Slaves pursued the group, Xia Chan’s black hair danced wildly to help block them.

Sang Que and He Buning finally got a clear look at the two four-layered evil ghosts released by Wan Xiangtou.

One wore tattered armor, riddled with arrows, eternally bleeding; half his head slashed off above the nose, leaving one ear intact, twitching occasionally.

His body swayed, dragging a rusty greatsword, wobbling towards the two of them.

Sang Que felt that this was the real form of the ghost they encountered in Cui Liu Lane during their dreams, though how Wan Xiangtou managed to make it appear in Granny Zhuang’s dream remained unknown.

The other was the red oil-paper umbrella that had once chased her over walls in dreams, now riddled with holes after the firecracker explosion, dripping blood from underneath.

A woman in red, headless, held the umbrella in one hand, a highly decayed head dangling at her side, sneering at the crowd.

The Yin Child emerged behind Wan Xiangtou, reaching out several shriveled, greenish hands from a split abdomen towards him, but before touching, the Deceitful Bride’s veil flew from her head, landing on Yin Child, covering her.

Yin Child immediately stopped moving, even Sang Que couldn’t call her back.

The Deceitful Bride vanished in a flash, still targeting He Buning.

Unveiled, her true face revealed; except for her intact mouth and chin, her entire face appeared hammered by a heavy object, sunken and rotting, white bones crawling with maggots.

The outer robe He Buning wore completely came off after contact with the Deceitful Bride this time.

Xia Chan’s hair disturbed the Ghost Slaves, and the Red Umbrella Ghost and Soldier Ghost both converged on Xia Chan.

"Little Chan, come here!"

Sang Que retreated to He Buning’s side, lighting the Exorcism Red Candle obtained in Tianliang City.

With the candlelight, the Deceitful Bride was forced back, and the ink from above fell only outside the candlelight.

Xia Chan approached and screamed in pain, retreating from the candle’s range.

"It hurts!"

The candle burned rapidly, Xia Chan’s reaction caused He Buning’s pupils to tremble.

He was not afraid of the red candle’s power, so why was Xia Chan?

Xia Chan’s strength was not acquired; could she be a naturally born Evil Person?

The repeated coincidences and misguidances inevitably made a doubtful person suspicious, even if He Buning couldn’t fully grasp many things; his doubts had deepened uncontrollably.

Deep inside, a hidden answer begged to surface, yet some unknown force kept it at bay.

And now, that barrier threatened to burst.

The Deceitful Bride, driven to remain outside the candle’s light, provided a great chance; He Buning immediately slit his wrist, casting blood upon her.

Green yin fire ignited the Deceitful Bride’s garments, forcing her to retreat continuously, with He Buning in fierce pursuit, intensifying the yin fire’s burn.

As the Deceitful Bride suffered injury, the red veil suppressing the Yin Child lifted in gusts of eerie wind, spilling countless black threads from beneath.

Seeing this, Wan Xiangtou, resisting the ink pooling at his feet, rummaged for things on him to thoroughly suppress Yin Child.

Meow! Ow!

Xuan Yu, hiding in the shadows, suddenly leaped out, paws swiping at Wan Xiangtou’s face.

The Red Paper Umbrella and Soldier Ghost, alongside numerous Ghost Slaves, surrounded Xia Chan. Without hesitation, Sang Que drew the flag from the arrow quiver, applying her blood to it; whatever the side effects, saving lives was paramount.

The flag soared and landed in the back of a bleeding martial artist. That martial artist wielded a long spear, fending off the Soldier Ghost’s swinging long knife.

Xia Chan leaned back, dodging the spinning red paper umbrella, but still got injured, her head severing from her body, flying into the air.

"Little Chan!" He Buning’s heart trembled, crying out in shock.

On the ground, the Human Bone Dice spun, consuming Sang Que’s last fifty taels silver note, landing on five.

A rush of anger exploded, Sang Que had indeed taken a gamble, knowing those fifty taels were insufficient to roll a four, realizing the remaining fifty taels were the dice luring her to wager again.

Truly deprived of all capital, she wouldn’t gamble further.

Bang!

Meow! Ow! —

A dull thump, Xia Chan’s head didn’t hit the ground; Sang Que’s heart tightened, lunging to catch Xuan Yu whom Wan Xiangtou had punched away.

"Xuan Yu!!"

Xuan Yu’s nostrils were full of blood, convulsing in Sang Que’s arms, struggling to lift its paw. In its grasp, a lock of hair, a lock of Wan Xiangtou’s hair.