Chapter 389: Chapter 353: Purging Evil Spirits

The tavern’s door was tightly shut, and Sang Que couldn’t push it open, as if something was blocking it from behind.

Sang Que used Instant Teleportation to enter, finding the tables and chairs in the tavern hall all chopped into firewood, with traces of a fire having burned on the ground.

Inside the hall counter, there were clay statues of sisters being worshipped, with incense in the incense burner yet to be fully burnt.

While Sang Que was still scanning the area, the Yin Child had already passed through the hall, stopping by a well at the courtyard behind the hall, raising a hand to point at the well.

Ghost Face Bellflowers also grew by the well, and before Sang Que walked over, she touched a mole by the corner of her eye.

Sang Mulan had already been killed by the Puppet Master, so it was better not to show her true face to avoid unnecessary trouble.

Coming to the well, Sang Que leaned over to look down, where the people in the well looked up in terror.

It was He Baosheng’s family, along with Skinny and another woman, all cramped at the bottom of the dry well, covering their mouths tightly, looking up at Sang Que with fearful eyes.

“Come out, I’m living, outside is safe now.”

Sang Que recalled the Yin Child, and waited for He Baosheng and the others to come out one by one from the well, gathering in the hall.

They looked at Sang Que with eyes full of fear, but also with curiosity and probing, as if they recognized her but had no related memory.

Sang Que wielding a long knife, He Baosheng and Skinny shielded the three women and the child He Shou’an behind them, and He Baosheng asked bravely, “Who are you?”

“Rest assured, I mean no harm to you, I just want to know what happened here.”

Sang Que put the hand holding the knife behind her back, always standing at a distance, showing goodwill.

Only then did He Baosheng slightly let his guard down, “We also don’t know what happened, it suddenly became overcast yesterday afternoon, and around evening, it started to rain heavily, the rain was black, turning into mist upon hitting the ground. Our two families live close…”

He Baosheng glanced at Skinny.

“We originally came from the same village, later settled in Dongyang County. Last night sensing something wrong with the rain, our families gathered together, closed doors and windows, guarded the fire, not daring to go out. In the middle of the night, we heard outside, not sure if it was the parade of a hundred ghosts or Yin Soldiers crossing, many people were shouting and fleeing, causing a disturbance all night.”

“Near dawn, the rain stopped, outside was quiet, only this mist didn’t disperse. We took a bold look outside, only to find almost everyone in the city was dead. Some lucky ones survived, but couldn’t find soldiers or people from the Evil Suppression Bureau, so they could only leave together, seeking livelihood elsewhere.”

Sang Que calculated the time; she also felt the plea from Bright Moon Mountain when she went into the mountain last night.

In other words, this upheaval started last night, almost wiping out the entire city overnight.

“What about the stationed garrison soldiers?” Sang Que asked again.

He Baosheng replied, “After Tangyuan County was recovered, the army moved there, then reinforcements from Jingzhou and Jinzhou arrived. It seems that the Night Travel Captain in the city was called back to Shengjing, and the reinforcements had already set off for the southwest of Qinzhou seven to eight days ago.”

Sang Que nodded and glanced at the sisters’ statues behind the hall counter. He Baosheng and the others were unscathed, certainly due to the protection of Huilan and Ming Wanxi, and staying here was safe for now.

Sang Que stepped outside, looked up at the sky, trying to use the Ghost Eye to trace the source and see what had happened.

But apart from seeing the thick dark clouds and blinding lightning, she couldn’t discern anything, seeing around the corpses that they were killed by Evil Spirits that suddenly appeared at night, emerging with the mist.

Now it was daytime, most Evil Spirits concealed themselves, but by night, they would certainly come out, searching for the living in the city.

If it was just this Evil Mist, with Yao Zhen, Yu Da, and Liu Tianyou on Bright Moon Mountain, it would be manageable.

Sang Que speculated that this was likely the work of the Ghost Opera Troupe, who collected the power of fear, completely disregarding the lives of the people.

Just like when Wan Xiangtou advanced from the fourth layer to the fifth layer by sacrificing ten thousand people, this might also be a sacrificial ritual. After all, the Qianshou Army previously occupied half of Qinzhou’s territory, preparing for something was achievable.

This large scale surely wasn’t just about advancing from the fifth to sixth, likely a bloody sacrifice from Ghost Level to Ghost God Level.

Sang Que hesitated to imagine—had it succeeded under the current situation?

Could it be that the Ghost Opera Troupe suddenly incited uprisings in various places, planning to turn all those cities into Death Domains and ultimately sacrifice them?

I wonder how Qiu Wanjun, the Yin Walking General of Jingzhou mentioned by He Buning, is doing. As a sixth-level Yin Walking General, he surely isn’t easily killed.

Originally, the recovery of Qinzhou was in sight, but at this moment, due to this sudden change, no one could predict whether Qinzhou could recover vitality.

Dusk slowly descended, and Sang Que returned to the tavern.

He Baosheng and the others had stored food, now busy cooking. This tavern’s main hall, where the Divine Statues were enshrined, was the only place untouched by the Evil Mist, so they ate and stayed in the hall, day and night.

Previously hearing Sang Que’s footsteps, unsure whether the visitor was good or bad, they all hid in the dry well.

Sang Que still kept a safe distance from them, not approaching actively, just staying by the door, silently waiting for nightfall.

Qin Fangru cooked porridge, asked He Shouhui to bring a bowl to Sang Que, but before He Shouhui approached, Sang Que raised a hand to decline.

After it was completely dark, a lot of restless auras appeared in the Evil Mist outside as expected, and Sang Que could see through the tightly closed door crack many ’shadows’ appearing on the empty street.

Most were Evil Spirits formed after people died, maintaining the horrific state they died in.

The whole Dongyang County really became a ghost town.

Moreover, the chance of becoming an Evil Spirit right after death here was surprisingly high; before, it required special locations and strong resentment for something like this to happen.

Now, as far as Sang Que could see, almost every corpse had shadows rising after night fell.

They hadn’t realized they were dead, still walking the streets out of habit from when they were alive.

Time was about right, Sang Que took up her knife and left the tavern, the trace of living aura on her immediately attracted the nearby ghostly figures, all turning to look at her.

Sang Que swung her knife in a sweep; several ghost figures appearing before her were instantly cut in half, turning into gray smoke and absorbed into her body.

Sang Que fought her way from the tavern door to the South City Gate, all Evil Spirits encountered along the way died horribly under her blade. Due to the vast quantity, her right palm was scorching, the trigram of Mountain Ghost Coin quickly restored, and even the Hundred Blade gradually turned blood red.

Instant Teleportation to the South City Gate, Sang Que took out an old alarm clock from the research institute, wound it up, and released it, the clock’s ringing swiftly propagated in the silent night.

All Evil Spirits in the city were infuriated by the clock’s sound, rushed towards the direction of the sound.

Sang Que also felt the clock’s noise annoying but could still bear it, waited until the anthropomorphic Evil Spirits in the city gathered more and more, glanced at the palm with a replenished trigram, and without hesitation used the replicated yin fire.

The Hundred Blade slashed across her arm, blood flung among those Evil Spirits below the city wall; like fire meeting oil, a large green yin fire soared, swiftly spreading among the Evil Spirits.

The Evil Spirits attracted by the clock’s sound were like moths to a flame, repeatedly crashing into the yin fire, the fire maintained its momentum, and the ashes flew like paper scraps throughout the sky, ultimately forming a torrent, pouring into Sang Que’s body.

The trigram of the Mountain Ghost Coin restored one after another rapidly.

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