I am the Ruler of the Kingdom of Mysterious-Chapter 397 - 361: Requesting Help

Sang Wan showed a thoughtful expression, and Sang Que silently watched her mother, not daring to disturb her.

After a while, Sang Wan said, "If I were him, the safest method would be to wait for the right moment, using one person to influence the entire situation. This would cause the least harm to himself, but is also the most difficult, because timing is hard to grasp. You should tell me about the main personnel of the Ghost Opera Troupe, and I’ll think about it."

Sang Que nodded, and shared all the information she had previously received from Puppet Master Chu Mo Wei with Sang Wan.

"Has the Ghost Opera Troupe Leader appeared?" Sang Wan asked.

"Internally, only those who have reached Fifth Level have the right to meet the Leader."

Sang Wan seemed to have thought of something, her pupils trembled slightly, "You just said the Ghost Opera Troupe Leader is at Sixth Level, near Seventh Level, with strength? This time, Qinzhou has gathered troops from Jingzhou, Jinzhou, and Jiangzhou, totaling at least 500,000 soldiers, along with their own Qianshou Army, and civilians who died in that strange rain, the overall count certainly exceeds 1.1 million."

Sang Que frowned, "I thought of this before, Da Xuan’s entire state has a population of around one million, Da Xuan has a total of Nine States, the northern area is barren with fewer people, while the southern area is prosperous with more people. Combining them, the total population might be just over 10 million. To advance from Sixth Level to Seventh Level, at least one state’s incense or fear is needed. Previously, that strange rain caused over 80% of Qinzhou’s population to perish."

"The Ghost Opera Troupe Leader might want to leverage this battle to accomplish the goal of ascending to Ghost God Level. Previously, Wan Xiangtou ascended relying on the Power of Fear and blood sacrifice. If the Ghost Opera Troupe Leader truly plans this, he might kill everyone. It’s just like a horror story written by a storyteller, where no one survives in the end."

Sang Wan said, "This means the storyteller and the leader aim for the same goal, which is for no one to survive. In the simplest way, the storyteller could make the leader the protagonist of the story, and go with the flow. With the storyteller’s support, the leader would be blessed with fortune, but the leader is at Sixth Level, near Seventh Level in strength, and unlikely to be easily influenced by the story. He will certainly not allow the storyteller to influence him."

"Then who is suitable for the storyteller to make the protagonist?"

Sang Wan also had no clue for now, so she changed the topic, "We don’t have as much information as the storyteller does, so we certainly can’t think of how he will construct this story. Also, I feel the storyteller may not want the Ghost Opera Troupe Leader to smoothly enter the Ghost God Realm, as it would threaten his own safety. Let’s not talk about this for now. Let’s talk about you—do you want to go deeper, or give up?"

Sang Que sighed, "I can’t make up my mind, that’s why I came back to find you."

"Giving up has never been your character, and you don’t need my advice. Surely you have a preference in your heart, right?"

Sang Que paused, then nodded honestly, "Yes, I prefer to give it a try, but..."

"What thoughts do you have? Speak your mind, you’ve become more mature now and no longer need my advice. Trust yourself."

"I want to break the ranks from within! If the Ghost Opera Troupe Leader truly enters Ghost God Realm, he probably won’t want to completely end the era of deceit. By then, no one will have a good time. Retrieving Yin Child’s tongue is certainly crucial, but I can’t get it now. If taking it now weakens the Da Xuan Army’s strength, I would definitely feel guilty afterward."

"If I can break everything before the Ghost Opera Troupe Leader smoothly ascends, assisting Da Xuan in quelling the chaos, then Qinzhou still has hope. Afterwards, I can ask Qiu Wanjun for Yin Child’s tongue. If he gives it, all is well; if he doesn’t, I’ll take it by my own means, without remorse."

Sang Wan nodded slightly, "How do you plan to break the ranks from within?"

"I need your help. The only one who can counter a storyteller is a storyteller; the rest I have my own plans." Sang Que said gravely.

Sang Wan was already prepared, smiling slightly, "No problem, Little Chan is here anyway. She’s proficient in some medical aspects, and she might help ease the pain while I write the story."

Sang Que looked guiltily at Sang Wan; she dared bring this matter up only because Xia Chan was here; otherwise, she really couldn’t bear to let her mother suffer.

Furthermore, the software testing the story relay group at the research institute is still in its testing phase. Once her mother begins writing, there will definitely be a reaction from the story relay group.

She also considered taking her mother to the Deceit Dynasty, but compared side by side, the Deceit Dynasty is more dangerous than the present time. In the modern era, basically, nothing can harm Xia Chan, but at the Deceit Dynasty, you can’t be sure.

Sang Que took out the Mountain Ghost Token, holding it in her palm, sincerely praying to the spirits of past witches for a safe journey for her and her mother.

"Mom, I’ll leave the token with you. I’ll first go over there to gather more information and try to achieve the greatest effect with the smallest cost."

Sang Wan nodded but said nothing.

Sang Que walked to the kitchen, quickly took the chopsticks, and ate all the meat Xia Chan had just blanched. With Xia Chan’s bemused gaze, Sang Que ruffled her head, then Xuan Yu’s, before turning and leaving.

She returned to the woods of the Deceit Dynasty through the bedroom door, utilizing Instant Teleportation to quickly approach the battlefield and Jianshui City.

The trigrams in her palm still had five left, which would consume one to relay all the collected information back to her mother.

A quarter of an hour later, the trees around her became sparse, the air cold and putrid, and the wind howled incessantly. Sang Que had reached the side of the battlefield, hearing the thunderous cries and uninterrupted opera singing.

Sang Que quietly snuck out, hiding behind a large tree in the outermost layer.

The battlefield center had turned into a shocking Blood Lake, the bloody water rolling, emitting a nauseating stench.

In the blood pool, vague silhouettes of unclad women’s corpses emerged and vanished instantly, with distorted shadows moving within the depths of the blood pool, emitting a malicious aura.

Sang Que’s heart suddenly raced, involuntarily swallowing saliva as she felt the monstrous resentment within the blood pool. Just a casual glance evoked countless scenes of women tormented to death.

Beasts!

Sang Que couldn’t help but rage, her eyes turning crimson, on the brink of losing her sanity.

Near the Blood Lake, a Daoist in yellow holding a banner, waved it with great force, causing numerous ghost shadows to rise from the ground before him, transforming into a ghostly army charging heroically.

Whenever the ghostly army approached, the blood pool sent a sky-high blood wave to engulf them, making them vanish without a trace.

The whole battlefield seemed a living hell, with a fat, ear-nosed jester singing on Jianshui City’s wall, holding a tankard of wine. As he swung it, the spilled wine seemed like blood.

All brewed from the blood and tears of women in moments of deep pain and despair.

When Sang Que watched with her Ghost Eye, she saw more unbearable scenes. She knew the rage stemmed from the blood pool’s influence and needed to control herself but...

She refused!

Sang Que resolutely used the Xun Trigram to conceal her form, continuously instant teleporting to get as close to the city wall as possible.