Chapter 108: Chapter 89: Continuing the Story

“Can you really keep me safe, Uncle?”

Su Liangyuan squinted, “Don’t trust me? If I weren’t a man, would I still need you?”

“There are other women taking shelter from the rain outside. Why did you specifically choose me, Uncle?”

Sang Que wanted to buy some time, not to have Su Liangyuan catch someone else.

Su Liangyuan sneered, “Ordinary people can’t bear Huilan’s resentment. They’d be scared to death before even getting close. Only the blood of practitioners can help Huilan break through the seal.”

Sang Que lowered her gaze, pretending to ponder. After a moment, she nodded slightly and put the Xuan Yu down from her shoulder.

“If that’s the case, then I’ll trouble Uncle to protect me.”

After she spoke, Sang Que reached into her bag and rummaged for a while before taking out a dagger. Frowning, she slowly cut her palm. Blood oozed out, and the air in the room suddenly became agitated. The movement of Huilan combing her hair in the copper mirror paused slightly.

Putting the dagger back into the bag, Sang Que turned toward the copper mirror, raised her foot, then suddenly turned and threw the yin object in her hand at Su Liangyuan.

The clod, stained with her blood, quickly disintegrated in mid-air. Inside, corpse worms unfolded their wings like hidden-wing insects and rushed straight toward Su Liangyuan.

Su Liangyuan showed a look of astonishment, his entire body dispersing like smoke, causing the corpse worms to miss.

Su Liangyuan reappeared elsewhere. As he looked up, he met Sang Que’s fierce eyes. She held a blood-stained pig-killing knife and slashed it toward him mercilessly.

Swoosh!

The blood-colored blade light flashed in the darkness. The pig-killing knife shattered in half, falling to the ground.

The backlash came at the same time, tearing open the stitched wound on Sang Que’s neck with invisible force, splitting the skin. The severe pain made her body tense, feeling a dull knife grinding over her neck bone, and blood immediately spurted out.

She had no time to check on Su Liangyuan’s condition, extending her right hand to push the door behind her.

Upon rushing into the darkness, Sang Que fell to her knees, blood flooding her airways, making it difficult to breathe. She coughed blood uncontrollably, quickly raising her right hand to cover the wound, using the Yansheng coin’s power to save her life.

Blood splattered on the dark, stained bricks, startling Sang Que; this wasn’t the floor of her home.

Sang Que looked up, her pupils trembling.

Beside her was still the large communal bed, the dressing table and copper mirror at the end. In the copper mirror, Huilan put down her comb, staring fixedly at her from the mirror.

The rolling Evil Mist shrouded the entire room; Sang Que’s last route of retreat had failed, and Xuan Yu was nowhere to be seen.

“You’ve hidden quite a few tricks. Could it be that Yan Daozi has already died at your hands?”

Su Liangyuan’s voice came, as he appeared out of thin air by the dressing table. His neck also had a bloody wound, but it wasn’t fatal—the power of the pig-killing knife was mostly blocked by his powerful Evil Mist.

As for the corpse worm, it was already isolated outside by his Evil Mist.

Sang Que successfully delayed his counterattack, yet still couldn’t escape from his Evil Mist.

Sang Que secretly glanced at her right palm; only one trigram had disappeared. She thought she had pushed the door open, but it was all an illusion created by the Evil Mist.

From the moment Su Liangyuan brought her into the room, perhaps only the dressing table was real—the other doors, windows, tables, chairs, and the large communal bed were illusions created by the Evil Mist.

Su Liangyuan had mastered his level of Evil Mist to the extreme.

Perhaps there was also the storyteller’s influence. After all, the storyteller wanted to release Huilan, making the story more terrifying.

This was the overall trend of the story. Being in the story, if she defied the general trend, everything would oppose her—just like in some novels, no matter how powerful the characters, if they block the protagonist’s path, they inevitably meet a tragic fate.

But how could she possibly surrender just like that?

Sang Que tried to use the key to open the Opera House, the powerful suppression of the surrounding Evil Mist made the key silent.

Tick! Tick!

The ticking in her mind drove Sang Que restless and uneasy. She flung out a Ghost Soldier Talisman attached to an iron sword, mustering all her strength to swing it at Su Liangyuan.

With one slash, Su Liangyuan’s body turned to mist.

“It’s useless,” Su Liangyuan’s contemptuous voice came from the other side.

Sang Que turned and swept the sword, dispersing Su Liangyuan’s body once more.

Each time he appeared, Sang Que struck with lethal precision, her speed and the accuracy of her attacks made Su Liangyuan click his tongue in awe.

Sang Que was gambling, betting that when the backlash of Su Liangyuan’s use of Evil Mist came, it would give her a chance to escape through the door.

Unfortunately, in the story of the Ming Mansion, Sang Que was unlucky. Su Liangyuan’s backlash never came. Instead, an overwhelming blood mist erupted from the mirror, rolling in like a tide.

A hand with red nails appeared out of nowhere behind Sang Que, pressing firmly on her shoulder.

Sang Que suddenly flew backward, forcibly dragged into the mirror, but her body remained in place, mercilessly swallowed by the rolling blood mist.

Huilan, within her body, had awakened!

…

Modern era, Sang Family.

After dinner, Sang Wan prepared to lock up Little General, then get to work.

The black fluffy Little General seemed to sense Sang Wan’s intention, immediately wagging its tail while retreating, whimpering pitifully.

Its dark eyes glistened with tears, sitting on the ground with a face of complaint.

Sang Wan chuckled, “Alright, alright, just don’t pee in the room, and you can sleep under my bed tonight.”

Woof woof!

Little General immediately stood up, wagging its tail, sticking out its tongue, showing a smiley face, happily jumping around.

Woof woof!

Sang Wan patted Little General’s head, cleaned up the dishes, and limped to the study, with Little General closely following her like a little guard.

Sitting at the computer desk, Sang Wan pulled out Yan Daozi’s notes, revisiting them, switching her thoughts to the Deceit Dynasty background, preparing to start typing.

Opening the notes, Sang Wan saw many words under the sheet where she had rubbed the Mountain Ghost Token, and upon removing it, underneath was the storyteller’s unfinished story.

“Why are there so many words on this paper?”

Sang Wan read it word by word, and by the end, her breath stalled, her face turning pale.

The paper recounted the Returning Guest’s experiences at the Ming Mansion, from the beginning to… the end!

[…Returning Guest was held hostage by villains and taken to Huilan’s place. The villains wanted to lift Huilan’s seal, making the Returning Guest trigger Huilan’s obsession with blood. The Returning Guest seized the chance to escape, but the villains were prepared; all efforts by Returning Guest were in vain and ultimately possessed by Huilan.]

Sang Wan’s hands shook uncontrollably, the story didn’t mention Sang Que’s name, nor used any gender pronouns, but from some details written, like ’cursed but not dead,’ Sang Wan instinctively felt this was about Sang Que.

It was Sang Que’s Recovery ability that shielded her from the curse’s power.

Sang Wan panicked, “No! It can’t end like this, absolutely not!”

Sang Wan clung to the table, sliding her chair to the side table by the computer desk, grabbing her usual calligraphy brush, dipping it in ink, and smearing it on the paper.

But the ink couldn’t stay on the paper, she hadn’t dared to try before, but this bizarre occurrence clearly indicated the paper’s uniqueness.

Unique, means it can be utilized!

Sang Wan took out the Exorcism Talisman left by Sang Que, using a paper cutter to cut her finger and smear the blood on the talisman, the talisman paper started burning from the edges, and Sang Wan pressed it onto the paper.

Whoosh!

A green flame shot up, instantly consuming the Exorcism Talisman, but the paper remained intact.

Sang Wan then lit the Exorcism Red Candle, bringing the paper close to the flame, yet it couldn’t ignite, indicating the paper’s power surpassed that of the Exorcism Red Candle.

How on earth could one prevent the story on the paper from unfolding?

At this moment, Sang Wan noticed a fresh red fingerprint left by her previously cut finger on the paper.

A flash of inspiration hit her mind, and Sang Wan held the paper up to eye level, discovering through the light that the ink appeared dark red.

Without hesitation, she picked up the paper cutter, slitting her left forearm, letting blood drip into the ink dish, then redipping the blood-infused ink and swiftly writing on the paper.

But!

With one word, the story that was supposed to end found a new twist!

Crackle!

The room’s lights flickered twice, and Little General at Sang Wan’s feet immediately alerted, lifting its head. The air conditioner stopped abruptly, and the room fell eerily silent.

The thermometer on the wall showed a descending temperature, the corners of the room gradually darkening, thick darkness with a chill slowly engulfing and crushing the indoor light.

Warm blood trickled from her nose, Sang Wan wiped it with her hand, feeling something staring at her back, slowly closing in, causing goosebumps all over her skin.

Sang Wan dared not turn around, her hand holding the brush trembled slightly, her lungs burning with pain, her throat feeling like cut by blades as she swallowed.

Writing the story demanded a price, darkness would engulf her bit by bit as she wrote, Sang Wan was aware, but she couldn’t afford to care about it now.

Woof! Woof woof!

Little General fiercely barked at the dark corner, standing guard right at Sang Wan’s feet unwaveringly.

The desk lamp’s dim light illuminated Sang Wan’s determined face, she gritted her teeth and utilized the paper’s remaining space, picking up the pen to continue the story.

Even if she couldn’t write much, or cut off the storyteller’s retreat, she would still strive to the utmost to gain Little Que a chance to break the situation and be reborn!

[But, Huilan escaped, and the Returning Guest did not perish either…]

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