Chapter 388: Chapter 352: City of Death

The rooms deep within the containment facility are more heavily fortified, but only six rooms contain anything.

On the right hand side, there are three rooms housing a little girl, a patient, and an old man.

The little girl looks about seven or eight, sitting in a corner of the room hugging her knees.

The patient is a man standing facing the wall inside, wearing a blood-stained hospital gown, continuously banging his head on the wall.

The old man is lying on his side on the ground, covered in wounds, with a pool of blood beneath him.

On the left are three items: an ancient dressing mirror, a wind-up alarm clock, and a dirty, ugly cloth doll.

At the entrance of each room, there’s a sign explaining their situation; the little girl, patient, and old man are merely ordinary three-layered evil spirits with considerable resentment but no special abilities, very ordinary.

Yin objects are quite rare and won’t yield much evil spirit power even if they are destroyed.

According to the description, the dressing mirror has a chance of trapping people inside when reflecting them. Sang Que tried it, but before the mirror reflected her image, it shattered, rendering it completely unusable.

Touching the cloth doll makes people have nightmares. The Yin Child picked it up and played with it for a while, yawning and rubbing his eyes, causing the electric rune grids on the four walls to start crackling and flashing.

Sang Que quickly took a red cloth and red string from her bag to wrap the doll and put it directly into the painting on her back.

She always carries red cloth and red string, having many in her backpack.

The alarm clock rings continuously after winding, the sound irritates and angers nearby evil spirits, like an enhanced version of soul-attracting incense.

The mirror shattered on its own, unrelated to Sang Que; leaving with the other two yin objects was also a form of disposal.

Swallowing all three-layered evil spirits wouldn’t be enough to complete even a single line of a trigram.

Sang Que thought for a while and finally decided to lock all three-layered evil spirits in the painting. The original heart-digging ghost hadn’t been completely consumed by the painting; if she consumed the heart-digging ghost, it could at least complete a trigram. The three-layered evil spirits would be used as consumption for the painting in the meantime.

It only took five minutes for Sang Que to come out, surprising Qin Zhixian, but she understood, thinking of Sang Que taming the Deceitful Bride, and hoped the institute could produce more talents like Sang Que.

Worried about any changes on Bright Moon Mountain, after finishing at the containment facility, Sang Que told Ye Changqing she needed to return home for a personal matter.

The institute also needed some preparation time to select the first group of experimenters to tame evil spirits.

Ye Changqing personally saw Sang Que to the tunnel outside the institute gate. “This trip was indeed quite rushed, you should take the opportunity to discuss things with your mother, after all, you’re still underage. If needed, we can provide you with a house in the city, part of the institute’s employment benefits. Please let us know if you have any other requirements, we’ll do our best to resolve any concerns you may have.”

Sang Que thought for a moment, “Didn’t you ask earlier which department I was interested in? If possible, I’d like to join the mobile unit.”

Ye Changqing nodded, “Your abilities indeed suit frontline work better, after all, those lab data and equipment don’t make sense to you; but joining the mobile unit requires some assessments and training, like firearm proficiency.”

Arranging to return in two weeks, Ye Changqing had someone drive Sang Que and Xia Chan away from the mountains.

Originally meant to be taken to the airport, Sang Que opted for a high-speed train home due to an unpleasant past flight experience.

With the institute’s assistance, Xia Chan received her Huaxia ID card, allowing her to buy tickets normally.

Once home, Sang Que briefly discussed recent events with Sang Wan and prepared to change clothes.

Sang Wan greatly adored Xia Chan, who loved her fridge and snack cabinet, so Sang Que left Xia Chan temporarily, releasing Xuan Yu from the painting while consuming the heart-digging ghost.

Not seeing Xuan Yu for a long time, the Great General was excited but immediately backed away after being scratched by Xuan Yu’s claws, sadly calling to Sang Wan.

“Mom, I’m going to check things out, please take care of Xia Chan these days.”

“Don’t worry, take care of yourself too.”

Sang Que opened the path to the Deceit Dynasty directly from her bedroom door, while Xia Chan was uninterested, watching Sang Wan open cat food for Xuan Yu, both licking their lips synchronously.

Chuckling and shaking her head, dressed in black ancient attire, with a painting tube on her back and holding the Hundred Blade, Sang Que swiftly passed through the bedroom door, returning to the Deceit Dynasty.

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Upon exiting, Sang Que was immediately enveloped by a bone-chilling coldness that made her hair stand on end, met everywhere by dense grey fog from within which emanated sobbing cries, mixed with the stench of rotting corpses, creating a terrifying ambiance.

Sang Que scanned her surroundings, noticed she was still in the same departure location within the guest room of the county government in Dongyang County.

Wasn’t Jingzhou’s army already here? How could such dense evil mist appear?

Sang Que found a note from He Buning inside, using the secret code they had arranged, circling the character corresponding to each line of Sang Que’s ID number.

He Buning told her that the item she wanted was with the Yin Walking General Qiu Wanjun in Jingzhou, who had returned to Shengjing.

Relieved to know He Buning was safe, Sang Que burned the letter, drew the Hundred Blade, released the Yin Child to follow her, and even put on embroidered shoes in advance, cautiously leaving the county government.

The thick grey mist spread wantonly, like a heavy curtain tightly veiling the world.

Exiting the county government gate, she was hit by a debilitating sense of decay and doom; houses along the street bore the scars of a century’s erosion, leaving merely the ruins, covered in moss.

Both sides of the street were strewn with bodies, some long dried and shrunken, mere skeletons with despair-filled eye sockets still visible from before death.

Others seemed recently deceased, with wounds still oozing pus and emitting a nauseating stench.

Swarms of buzzing flies formed a dark oppressive cloud while maggots writhed within decaying flesh, greedily feasting on the bodies’ remains.

The entire city was deathly silent, leaving Sang Que clueless as to what happened; she was gone for less than a month.

And when she came to fetch Xia Chan a few days ago, everything was as usual.

Could Bright Moon Mountain have suffered the same fate, prompting people to desperately plead for Xuan Nu’s protection?

Dongyang County lies at least half of Qinzhou from Bright Moon Mountain; was the disaster this widespread?

Filled with questions, Sang Que continued exploring the city. It was daytime, and dense mist occasionally revealed wandering souls heavy with resentment, all dealt with by the Yin Child.

The city truly had no living souls remaining, deepening Sang Que’s despair, fearing the same fate in other counties.

A scent of rice wine wafted past her nose; recalling He Baosheng and his family, Sang Que discerned the direction and instantly teleported towards their tavern.

Upon locating the street where the tavern stood, even from afar, Sang Que saw ghost face bellflowers sprouting between cracked cobblestones around the tavern, and inside, candlelight flickered with the breeze.

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