Chapter 368: Chapter 332: Love-Struck

After a moment, the Puppet Master suddenly awoke, everything remained unchanged, but the way he looked at Sang Que changed, and a difficult-to-express feeling towards Sang Que arose in his heart.

Without any pretext, Sang Que directly said, “I’ll let you go, you help me do one thing: let everyone know you killed me, the Yin Child was also captured by you and handed over to your Class Leader.”

“I won’t kill you.”

The Puppet Master suddenly blurted out with nervousness, and he was stunned after he said it.

Sang Que, through the pair of eyes exposed outside, could see his reaction clearly.

Sang Que wasn’t sure about the effect of the Mandarin Duck Jade Pendant, but to perfectly frame the Ghost Opera Troupe for this black pot, she needed someone from within the Ghost Opera Troupe to willingly and genuinely cooperate with her.

Currently, she only had two methods to control someone: the Ghost Slave Seal and the Mandarin Duck Jade Pendant.

The first layer of the Ghost Slave Seal could make a person remain rational, but when she first used the Ghost Slave Seal to control Ruan Shichun in the mountain village, although Ruan Shichun did not dare to resist her openly, he secretly called people to notify others in the village to attack her.

The second layer of the Ghost Slave Seal would turn people into living dead, and using such a method to manipulate the Puppet Master would leave even bigger flaws.

So she could only rely on the Mandarin Duck Jade Pendant’s ability to make the Puppet Master have feelings for her, turn him into a love-obsessed fool, willing to do things for her.

Judging by the current situation, the Mandarin Duck Jade Pendant was effective; the Puppet Master was already unwilling to kill her.

“I won’t really die, just hide for a while. If I don’t do this, I will be hunted by all sides and have no way to survive. Would you be willing to help me?”

Now that the Puppet Master had lost his original mind, only worried about Sang Que’s safety. As soon as he heard that Sang Que would be hunted by all sides, he nervously and uncontrollably took a few steps toward her.

“I am willing!”

Sang Que frowned and stepped back, feeling uncomfortable with the Puppet Master’s unguarded gaze, but this retreat made the Puppet Master nervous again. Afraid of frightening her, he carefully retreated two steps to a safe distance, not daring to offend, yet looking aggrieved.

Sang Que took a deep breath to suppress the urge to kill him, looked expressionlessly at the Puppet Master, “Give me your blood and hair, then write down your birth date and true name.”

Faced with such an unreasonable request from Sang Que, the Puppet Master did not hesitate or refuse, even showing a hint of happiness in his eyes.

Sang Que didn’t know what he was imagining, just felt that being a love-obsessed fool was terrifying, daring to entrust one’s life to someone else so casually.

The Puppet Master turned his back to Sang Que, pulled off the tightly wrapped black cloth on his head, and let down a head of white hair.

He’s actually a white-haired guy?

The hair was fine, gathered together with a silvery texture, similar to the silk he used to control puppets, but the roots of his hair had a blue tint, indicating this head of white hair was acquired later in life.

The Deceitful Bride’s head followed the Puppet Master’s movements, Sang Que nodded slightly, praising the Deceitful Bride’s eye for easily picking out this white-haired guy.

After a while, the Puppet Master turned around somewhat shyly, handing over a freshly carved wooden plaque to Sang Que. His appearance was indeed good, like someone coming out of a comic.

No wonder he wrapped himself up completely, in a place like the Ghost Opera Troupe full of strange things, his appearance was too conspicuous, not fitting in at all with the troupe.

On the wooden plaque was twined a strand of white hair, one side engraved with his birth date, and the other side engraved with his true name ’Chu Mo Wei’, with a red fingerprint marked below the name in blood.

Sang Que’s temple twitched as she took the plaque, afraid of losing the hair if she put it lightly in the bag, she searched for a while, finally tucking it into the small pouch at her waist that held the Human Bone Dice.

This action made Chu Mo Wei’s eyes light up again.

Sang Que didn’t want to know what he was imagining, deciding that next time something like this should be handled by He Buning personally, she was feeling all itchy.

“Can you tell me the names of everyone currently in your Ghost Opera Troupe? And who exactly is your Class Leader, where are they hiding?”

Upon mentioning this, Chu Mo Wei’s smile quickly disappeared, struggling with a frown.

“I’m sorry, I cannot say, I will die.”

Sang Que nodded, “Back to the main topic, what means do you have to make others believe you truly killed me and captured the Yin Child?”

Chu Mo Wei carefully studied Sang Que for a while, asked her to release the Yin Child for further observation, and finally looked at the zombies in the field.

“Give me a little time, I can create Blood Puppets that look like you and the Yin Child. By then, just perform a show in front of everyone, and leave the rest to me, don’t worry.”

Sang Que needed no explanation or clarification, a love-obsessed fool would find all the necessary reasons for themselves to do this, and the greater the cost and sacrifice made by a love-obsessed fool, the more satisfied they would feel, immersed in their own sense of emotional fulfillment.

Sang Que also asked him about the pen outside the house, this Chu Mo Wei could speak about, telling Sang Que everything without omission.

The ghosts leaving Death Domains across regions were controlled by their Class Leader, each Death Domain would have eight random town rules, which were not strictly enforced, but would continue to instill fear among the populace, and that was their purpose.

He did not know the true form of that ghost, but each time it would leave three ’Judge’s Pens’, which could add a ninth town rule.

Normally, this pen could only be used after noon every day, exchanging one life for four words, the rules formed by four words could last for three days within the Death Domain.

Why it specifically had to be after noon, Chu Mo Wei didn’t know either, currently, they had used up two ’Judge’s Pens.’

In an emergency, one life for four words would take immediate effect, but after that, a hundred people would randomly die within the Death Domain.

Chu Mo Wei said that the Evil Suppression Bureau’s Life Replacement Grassman could offset the life needed by the Judge’s Pen.

After clarifying that in the Death Domain of Tangyuan County, only the Dwarf and Chu Mo Wei were guarding, with no other Ghost Opera Troupe members or Yunzhou’s Gu Master and Ghost Witch, Sang Que let the Yin Child in to watch Chu Mo Wei, told him to make Blood Puppets of her and the Yin Child in the painting, and she left the painting first.

Sang Que entered the room, the brush that looked very ordinary was placed on the desk directly opposite the door, hanging on a pen rack, with a black robe hanging next to it.

The county government was still in a closed state, would need more than two hours before it opened.

Worried about any changes happening outside, Sang Que used the Geng Trigram of the Mountain Ghost Coin to open the Life Gate from within the county government, breaking the rule of closure from midnight to 3 a.m., and brought Xia Chan out from inside.

The drum outside the county government could control the time within the Death Domain, Sang Que drummed to adjust the time to noon, then put on the black robe herself, took the Judge’s Pen, and walked toward the city gate.

Everyone who saw her on the way knelt down and kowtowed, chanting ’Blessing of Xishen’, and Sang Que always had to shout angrily.

“Xishen is dead, I am Sang Mulan, of the Evil Suppression Bureau!”

Under the stunned gazes of everyone, Sang Que walked to the bulletin board at the city gate, took a deep breath, and awkwardly wrote four crooked words after the word ’nine’.

[Death Domain Dissolution]

After writing the last word, Sang Que’s entire strength was instantly drained, she leaned on the bulletin board to support her weak body, the Judge’s Pen slowly vanished from her hand.

Sang Que pulled down the black hood on her head, and along with the city people, looked up at the sky.

The wind and clouds shifted, the gloomy layer of clouds was driven away by a mysterious force, rapidly dispersing. Sunlight, like a sharp sword, pierced through the darkness, dazzling and brilliant, illuminating every corner of the city bit by bit.

The people tormented by fear came out of their homes, looked up at the long-lost blue sky, felt the warmth brought by the sunlight, dispelling the chilling breath on their bodies, and wept with joy.

The citizens knelt and kowtowed, someone instinctively shouted ’Xishen’, then suddenly realized.

Xishen was dead, they no longer needed to fear Xishen’s dominion.

If they were to give thanks, they should thank Sang Mulan of the Evil Suppression Bureau!

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