I am the Ruler of the Kingdom of Mysterious-Chapter 396 - 360: Discovery

Sang Que followed Deng Shi, still traversing through the forest, when they heard shouts of battle not far from them.

"We’re not mistaken, the army is in that direction!" Deng Shi excitedly pointed out to Sang Que.

The commotion clearly indicated that the battle had begun.

"You walk slowly, I’ll go ahead and take a look."

Sang Que decisively left Deng Shi behind, summoned the Ghost Flower Carriage, boarded it, and rushed towards the site of the battle.

The Ghost Flower Carriage had advanced for less than ten minutes before it seemed to crash into an invisible wall and suddenly shattered in the forest. Sang Que was thrown out of the carriage, but she was agile enough to roll and stabilize herself on the ground.

Afterwards, no matter how hard Sang Que tried, she couldn’t summon the Five Ghosts to carry the carriage again.

Sang Que thought to herself, in the battlefield, where there was also a sixth-level Yin Walking General stationed, there had to be some protective measures.

She tried walking closer and faced no obstacles, there was no hindrance to instant teleportation either; it was only the Five Ghosts who were blocked.

As she took a few steps forward, an uncanny feeling suddenly arose in Sang Que’s heart.

To be precise, it was an intuition, a sense of unease with everything around her.

Sang Que was puzzled and scanned the surroundings with her Ghost Eye, seeing nothing unusual. However, the further she went, the stronger her urge to leave became.

The object she needed was still ahead. The intense desire clashed with this feeling of dread, causing Sang Que distress.

Sang Que stopped and used a Qian Trigram Eye Opening to check.

Although the Qian Trigram Eye Opening only lasted a short while, it could see deeper than the Ghost Eye.

Sang Que’s right hand twitched, and the moment she activated the Qian Trigram, her vision was abruptly drawn forward, through the woods, across the battlefield turned into a lake of blood, past city walls set up with a stage, past the waiting Qianshou Army in Weng City, through empty city streets, and finally settled in a private room of a teahouse.

A sickly man in white clothes was coughing, writing at a desk.

The storyteller, Mo Yan Shu!

Sang Que opened her eyes in shock, and before the Qian Trigram lost effect, Mo Yan Shu’s pen paused and he suddenly turned his head.

In that instant, a sharp pain pierced through her eyes. Sang Que endured the excruciating pain and activated a Xun Trigram to hide all traces of herself, standing motionless with her breath held.

In Jianshui City.

Mo Yan Shu glanced at the nearby lamp, which had inexplicably erupted, interrupting his thoughts.

Just as a strange feeling rose in his heart, it vanished as mysteriously as it had appeared.

"Cough, cough, cough, if the lamp’s bloom explodes, it signifies a joyous event; it must be a good omen."

Mo Yan Shu sipped herbal tea, suppressing the burning sensation in his chest, and resumed writing on paper.

Among the woods a hundred miles from the city.

Sang Que held her breath for a long time, carefully watching for potential changes around her. Only after waiting for three minutes and confirming that nothing strange appeared did she dare to move her body.

She immediately retreated to where the Five Ghosts had vanished, took out the talisman paper man left by the Ghost Vendor, and without the slightest hesitation, ignited it.

Soon, the little ghost with the big-headed doll headpiece reappeared.

"The storyteller is in Jianshui City, assisting the Ghost Opera Troupe in battling the Jingzhou army."

At the mention of the storyteller, the little ghost seemed terrified and quickly burrowed into the ground, leaving its headpiece behind on the ground.

After about half a minute, a black mist emerged from the ground, lifting up the big-headed doll’s headpiece, and handed Sang Que a White Porcelain Doll and a note.

[Coming soon, avoid rash contact]

As soon as Sang Que held the pure, spotless White Porcelain Doll, she knew how to use it.

This was a one-time secret artifact, stronger than the Substitute Death Grassman. By marking the doll with her blood, it could absorb any harm she suffered. It was effective even against sixth-level Evil Ghosts and could be used anytime within seven days unless the doll broke, rendering it useless.

The little ghost had vanished, and Sang Que stood there pondering for a moment.

If forced to support one side in the war between the Ghost Opera Troupe and Da Xuan, she would definitely support Da Xuan.

Though Da Xuan’s taxes and levies were heavy, it did not turn the cities into Death Domains, and did not terrorize and enslave the populace without restraint, leaving the people a certain space to survive.

But now, among the people of Qinzhou, perhaps seventy to eighty percent were already dead, and if Qinzhou truly fell into the hands of the Ghost Opera Troupe, the entire region would become a Death Domain in the future.

As long as there were still people, it was just a matter of time for life to flourish. Yet, living in such a desperate environment, what would become of humanity, Sang Que could not imagine.

Therefore, deep in her heart, Sang Que hoped the Ghost Opera Troupe would not win, and perhaps the others in Nine Songs thought the same.

But why was the storyteller helping the Ghost Opera Troupe? Seeing him here, Sang Que suddenly recalled the ghost calamity in Wangshan City that also involved his aid!

What exactly was he trying to do?

Wuyou was truly blind to have accepted such a person as a disciple, passing all his knowledge to him and letting him plague the people.

Without the storyteller, Sang Que felt that with the elite combat power of Jingzhou and Qiu Wanjun, the sixth-level Yin Walking General, they stood a good chance against the Qianshou Army composed entirely of ordinary people.

But now, Sang Que felt everything was under the control of the storyteller, and feared that both Qiu Wanjun and the entire Jingzhou army might fall here.

Perhaps, even the Ghost Opera Troupe and the Qianshou Army would be buried with them.

After all, in most horror stories, no one survives the ending.

Even though Sang Que was already close to the fifth layer and had killed many from the Ghost Opera Troupe, the thought of the storyteller still filled her with dread.

Should she stay out of this mess, Sang Que suddenly hesitated.

The great battle raged on ahead, and Sang Que’s time was running out.

When in doubt, go home to mom!

Sang Que performed instant teleportation continuously, and in a secluded and hidden spot in the forest, expanded a Ghost Realm, with the Yin Child guarding the surroundings. Using the door within the Ghost Realm, she returned home, intending to come back within half an hour.

Last time she left from her bedroom, so she returned there this time as well.

As soon as Sang Que returned, she smelled hot pot. She opened the door and, as expected, saw Sang Wan accompanying Xia Chan cooking hot pot in the dining room.

Xia Chan was wearing Little Chan’s bear nightdress, her thick long hair tied into two loosely braided pigtails, with a cat ear headband. Her face was flushed red with steam.

She picked up a whole chopstick full of meat slices, dunked them in the mushroom broth for two or three seconds, then scooped them into a bowl of secret sauce, blew on it twice, and stuffed it into her mouth, huffing and puffing as she chewed, enjoying every bite.

So delicious that she swayed from side to side, "It’s so good, Little Chan wants to stay here forever."

Sang Wan smiled indulgently, picking up a cooled piece of meat for Xuan Yu squatting on the table, and for the Great General holding a bowl beside him.

Seeing Sang Que return, Xia Chan’s cheeks bulged, "Sister, you’re back! Come join us!"

Sang Que swallowed the saliva that had involuntarily formed in her mouth. If it weren’t for the urgent situation with the Deceit Dynasty, she would have definitely sat down to enjoy a good meal with them and a can of ice-cold cola, truly perfect!

Sang Wan saw Sang Que’s anxiety, put down her chopsticks and stood up, "Little Chan, eat by yourself; Auntie is going to have a chat with your sister."

Xia Chan nodded vigorously. She had already learned a lot these days and had no problem cooking hot pot by herself.

Sang Wan and Sang Que moved to the living room, "What’s wrong? What happened?"

Sang Que quickly explained the situation she was currently facing to Sang Wan, "Mom, should I take a risk or simply give up? I have no confidence in jumping into the storyteller’s tale."

Sang Wan first comforted Sang Que, "Don’t worry, you forgot the storyteller’s rules? If he truly tried to encompass hundreds of thousands of troops in his tale, he wouldn’t last a second before dying—the more people affected by the horror story, the greater the burden on him."