Chapter 332: Chapter 296: Playing to Their Preferences

After “The Story of the Peach Blossom Spring,” Sang Que wasn’t confident she could recite it all backward. The scroll was written in simplified characters, which made it convenient for her, yet she still worried about getting the punctuation wrong.

To ensure nothing went wrong, Sang Que temporarily put the scroll away, planning to check with her phone when it was quiet and everyone was resting, then write it out.

At that moment, some movement was heard behind a few people, and everyone stopped to search with their eyes.

Two figures descended from the sky, landing in front of the group.

The one in front wore red clothes and had black hair, while the one behind wore white clothes and also had black hair. Both had their hair disheveled, flying in the wind, veiling most of their faces.

Most present were insiders and could immediately tell these two were zombies, and not low-level Jumping Corpse zombies!

Qiao Ling immediately shielded Yao Zhen by her side, while Yu Da abandoned his roast, using his body to block Xia Chan and Xuan Yu.

Liu Tianyou, sensing the tense atmosphere, tightened his body, constantly looking at Sang Que, but Sang Que remained indifferent.

“Don’t be nervous,” Yao Zhen spoke, “These two, the one in red and the one in white, are the night patrols from Bright Moon Mountain. If you don’t attack them, they won’t harm you.”

With that, the Red Ghost dressed in red and Sallya dressed in white leapt away one after the other, continuing their patrol elsewhere.

Sallya was killed by Sang Que in Nanyang Mountain, then became a Jumping Corpse after a bite from the Red Ghost.

Yao Zhen’s peculiar sense of humor dressed Sallya in white intentionally after seeing the Red Ghost wore red, creating a striking contrast with vigor.

Sallya’s physical strength and attack power were weaker than the Red Ghost’s, but Sallya had a special ability—the Flying Head Skill. She could strip her head along with her viscera from her body even now, and whoever she bites, within no more than three breaths, she can drain all their blood.

Moreover, the Flying Head was much more agile than the Red Ghost; it could dodge attacks from others, while the Red Ghost could only rely on its own body’s strength to withstand attacks.

Each had their advantages, making them the strongest duo aside from Sang Que and Yao Zhen in Bright Moon Mountain today.

“Just what is happening at your Bright Moon Mountain?” Qiao Ling couldn’t help but ask.

No need for Sang Que to speak; Yao Zhen naturally explained.

“As you’ve seen, the mountain originally housed bandits driven to desperation by taxation and corvée. After Sang Mulan subdued them all, she led these bandits to cultivate and farm here. Later, due to the ghost calamity in Wangshan City of Qinzhou and rebellions throughout Qinzhou, many people there were left homeless.”

“Pu’an County doesn’t allow these refugees to enter the city, leaving them nowhere to go. Sang Mulan and I took in a batch. The waterways by the river were dug to irrigate crops, and we’re planning to build a city in the mountain’s hinterland, since it’s not safe for people to live too dispersed during the night.”

Qiao Ling couldn’t help but snicker, “Using Jumping Corpse for night patrol, yet it’s still unsafe? You must have near a thousand people on the mountain now, why don’t you let the government manage so many? If everyone acted like you, wouldn’t the Xuan Dynasty be split into pieces, leading to chaos?”

Qiao Ling felt that Sang Que and Yao Zhen were doing more than just sheltering refugees; they were openly defying the Xuan Dynasty’s laws, developing their forces here.

Qiao Ling knew it was hard for lower-class people to survive now, but for the entire country, it’s critical to look at the overall picture too.

As long as the Xuan Dynasty is stable, the country won’t collapse into chaos, and at least the vast majority will manage to survive.

However, if someone rebels and war breaks out, lives will be devastated, and more Evil Spirits will spawn, causing pain for the lower classes.

Yao Zhen wanted to explain, but Sang Que suddenly interrupted, “That red-clothed female zombie was raised by Qu Tianhe, using the Fish Woman’s strength.”

Yao Zhen widened her eyes, looking at Sang Que inexplicably, not understanding why she suddenly said this? If she didn’t quickly explain to Qiao Ling that they weren’t intending to rebel, Qiao Ling might leave, losing a talent.

“What did you say?” Qiao Ling’s interest was piqued.

Yao Zhen: ???

Sang Que spoke unhurriedly, “Qu Tianhe of the Ghost Opera Troupe once impersonated the Nine Songs Bell Doctor and used bandits to cultivate corpses in Purple Clouds Mountain within Qinzhou; He Buning and I teamed up to capture this red-clothed female zombie, but Qu Tianhe escaped.”

“The red-clothed female zombie was later detained in the Evil Ghost Bureau. Due to the ghost calamity in Wangshan City, she broke free again, running into my grasp. Anyone bitten by her turns into a white-haired zombie shortly.”

“I also was involved in the matter at Fish Woman Village, regarding this power as a form of poison; its swift effect is astounding, yet sometimes poison might be used for healing. If life-saving medicine could work as swiftly as this poison, perhaps there’d be no more plague globally.”

Sang Que’s words made Qiao Ling’s eyes light up. Last time when He Buning captured Qu Tianhe, Qiao Ling borrowed Qu Tianhe for a few days, wanting insights into his research.

The Ghost Opera Troupe uses this to create Zombie Armies; Qiao Ling, however, wanted to make a fast-acting, quickly spreading medicine for eradicating plague, preventing the arrival of Plague Ghosts.

Qiao Ling’s eyes moved suddenly; she angrily said, “What you’re doing is too dangerous! Can this zombie be left outside to run amok? I want to stay and keep an eye on this zombie, and also on you, lest you go astray and end in regret.”

Yao Zhen was dumbfounded; after all her efforts to persuade, Qiao Ling never relented about staying, yet Sang Que’s few words managed to captivate Qiao Ling—a masterstroke!

Sang Que smiled silently, mindful that no explanations were necessary. Although words could be futile, realizing actions lets Qiao Ling observe; if she agrees, her perspective will change.

If she disagrees, it’d denote they’re not aligned; being frank separate ways benefits all, enforced retention is fruitless.

Yao Zhen continued chatting with Qiao Ling, arm in arm, while Xia Chan and Xuan Yu weren’t particularly missing her; they fixated their eyes on Yu Da roasting lamb.

Liu Tianyou quietly tended the fire, as Sang Que focused silently alongside, knowing future Bright Moon Mountain missions would rest in Liu Tianyou’s hands; these learned individuals specialized in state governance.

Then she could commence orchestrating the creation of Yin Walkers, assembling a force she personally trained, ensuring Bright Moon Mountain meets foreign onslaughts with might.

The hubbub persisted till near midnight, and two sheep had filled everyone’s bellies; Yu Da and Xia Chan consumed one and a half.

A squabble almost erupted over a lamb leg, urging Sang Que’s intervention.

Other participants shared the remaining half, satisfied, celebrating amid West Slope Village’s nearby encampment, discussing their forthcoming plans tomorrow at dawn.

Once everyone had fallen asleep, Sang Que discreetly left Bright Moon Mountain in the flower sedan with the scroll.

Speeding through dozens of miles, she circled nearby villages close to Bright Moon Mountain, aiding them against prowling Evil Spirits, notably Corpse Mud Evil haunting their fields.

These evils hide in the soil, and if someone inadvertently steps upon them, they’ll quickly mire like quicksand, becoming Corpse Mud soon.

Sang Que unfurled the Ghost Realm, returning through it.

Crossing over from the modern world meant arriving at her mother’s rented warehouse; now she was back, collecting her phone, and left the warehouse into the mountains hiding behind rocks, to re-open her phone.

A new message appeared: her mom informing everything was well and safe.

Once finding the original text of “The Story of the Peach Blossom Spring,” Sang Que transcribed it, returning to the Deceit Dynasty, maintaining the Ghost Realm, and unfurled the scroll again, charring the tip of a stick, and started writing each word precisely.

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