I am the Ruler of the Kingdom of Mysterious-Chapter 92 - 74: Curse
"No, you can’t leave us!" 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶
"At least leave one person, just one is enough."
More and more people were blocking the way, Qin Fangru brought He Shouhui and He Shou’an, throwing themselves at Xiao Liu’s feet, begging. Qin Fangru wanted them to help He Shou’an; people as powerful as them were never someone they could come into contact with.
"Come back, everyone come back!" The old village chief, Du Enfu, saw through everything and shouted for everyone to come back, but to no avail.
Kou Yushan saw the situation was going wrong and quickly asked He Baosheng, Skinny, and the others from the Guard Team to go forward and pull everyone back.
Xiao Liu, being pulled hard, was enraged, and pulled out a specially made iron stick from his back, swinging fiercely at the crowd at his feet.
"Get out of here, all of you!"
"Second Mother!"
He Baosheng rushed forward to protect He Shouhui and He Shou’an, struck directly on the forehead, blood gushing out instantly.
The situation was out of control, and even Fifth Brother, who had walked far, came back, pulling out the iron stick from his back, ready to rescue Xiao Liu.
Seeing this, Sang Que could no longer sit by. The iron sword thrust in the direction of Xiao Liu.
With a crisp sound, Xiao Liu stared in shock, looking at his iron stick stuck in mid-air, the hilt numbing his hands.
What steady hands! What a great force!
"How dare you, you are..."
Bang!
Before Xiao Liu could finish his sentence, he was kicked flying by Sang Que. Fifth Brother tried to help but was knocked off balance, and the two of them fell backward, rolling to the horse’s feet.
Sang Que’s gaze was sharp, "Intimidation suffices, no need to harm."
Taking this opportunity, Kou Yushan had the Guard Team pull everyone back, holding them back forcefully, obstructing the critical duties of the Evil Suppression Bureau, which was punishable by death.
The man wearing a red ghost face mask stood by the horse, making no move, just quietly looking at Sang Que, his eyes gradually narrowing.
Xiao Liu and Fifth Brother helped each other up, cautiously glanced at their boss, exchanged a look, both resentful and fearful of being punished upon return, they raised their iron sticks and charged at Sang Que.
Facing two opponents, Sang Que still didn’t fall behind, various martial arts mixed together, handling their attack with ease.
Ducking to dodge a stick, Sang Que kicked out, hitting Xiao Liu’s exposed waist area, sending him flying again.
As Fifth Brother swung his stick down, Sang Que held her sword, but instead of blocking, she moved one step faster, using knife skills to flash aside and cut his wrist, severing his hand first.
Just as the iron sword was about to cut through Fifth Brother’s wrist, Sang Que suddenly released the sword, grabbing Fifth Brother’s wrist, kicking his iron stick away, twisting his arm behind his back, kicking towards the lower back.
In the distance, Xiao Liu, who had yet to get up, was knocked down by the flying Fifth Brother.
The two were furious, getting up and trying to charge again, when the man watching nearby shouted lowly, "Enough! Aren’t you ashamed?"
He saw very clearly, if not for Sang Que showing mercy, the iron stick of Fifth Brother would have been cut by her sword before reaching her.
Sang Que’s moves were clean and efficient, her movements agile and swift, her tactics were indiscernible, but each move was deadly, and her strength was incredibly great, even the places her kicks landed were exactly precise three times.
Though she used a sword, she had knife skills and carried a bow and arrow, indicating expertise in this area.
Young in age, her martial skills were honed, definitely not an ordinary person.
"Boss!" Xiao Liu’s face reddened with anger, Fifth Brother grabbed him and slightly shook his head.
Being on official duty, there was no time to explore further, the man walked past the two of them, heading straight for Sang Que.
Sang Que’s body tensed, secretly vigilant, the man paused by her side, but showed no intent to attack, merely looking at her through the mask.
Afterward, he walked toward the crowd, who fearfully parted to either side, reaching the center of the camp in front of a extinguished fire pit, raising his hand, slowly pulling up his sleeve.
On his right arm were crisscrosses of terrifying scars.
The man took out a dagger, stabbing it into his forearm, slowly cutting open those already healed scars, his actions slow but his eyes devoid of any sign of pain, remaining ice-cold.
The blood trickled like a stream, dripping onto the fire pit.
"Only the strong are worth saving, if you have interest in joining the Evil Suppression Bureau, come find me in Wangshan City."
Sang Que frowned, his words seemed inconsistent with his previous act of giving medicine to Li Guwu.
Rumble!
The bonfire suddenly blazed with green flames, casting an eerie green light over the camp, with hordes of insects hidden in the grass and wood scampering away, a dark flood, scuttling and rustling, remarkably frightening.
Xia Chan, seeing the firelight, hugged Xuan Yu, fearfully hiding behind a tree, as if the fire had a strong deterrent against all kinds of sinister presences.
