Chapter 393: Chapter 357: Harvest

The mist has not dispersed, all around is silent, only paper scraps flying, rustling sounds.

Sang Que’s abdomen spasms, her entire body visibly withers at an astounding speed, as if all her strength has been drained, generating an extreme craving for food, her gaze at the Yin Child glowing green, frightening the Yin Child to dart to a distant grave mound.

In that instant, the Yin Child felt Sang Que truly wanted to devour her.

Extreme hunger does not erase one’s sanity; Sang Que hastily uses the purification power of the Kan Trigram to eliminate the negative effects of the starving ghost on her body, her skin regains its luster, and the hunger swiftly vanishes.

However, a residual craving for blood remains, her skin is ghastly pale without a hint of color because, after using Recovery, she has depleted her vital energy to accelerate her recovery, resulting in some loss of those energies.

Sang Que swallows a mouthful of saliva, glances at the Yin Child, and beckons her back, intending to use the Yin Child’s Ghost Eye to check some things.

Only after the Yin Child is sure Sang Que no longer displays an eating-her look does she obediently return to Sang Que’s body.

Sang Que instructs the Red Ghost to return to the painting first to look at the Guan Zha Paper Craftsman’s house, the Deceitful Bride’s shoeless feet still on the two flag poles, after the martial artist died, the originally vibrating and struggling flags finally calmed.

With a sweep of her Ghost Eye, Sang Que knows that indeed, the flag contains two Ghost Slaves with Early Fourth Layer strength, skilled martial artists from their local troupe while alive, singled out by the martial artists of the Ghost Opera Troupe, driven to be killed by the Paper Macher.

Flags are an important prop in the troupe; the Ghost Opera Troupe has a method to turn Ghost Slaves into flags in their costume department.

The Ghost Slaves in the flags are driven by the Paper Macher, she can now mark the Paper Macher with the Ghost Slave Seal, turning him into a ghost slave akin to the Red Ghost and the Deceitful Bride.

But doing so would mean she can’t use the Red Ghost to control any zombies anymore.

Whether to pursue quality or quantity, Sang Que needs to deliberate carefully.

Beyond the two flags, there’s still a Big Gate Saber, which even the Hundred Blade given by He Buning to Sang Que can rest upon, indicating this Big Gate Saber is not simple.

After using the Yin Child’s Ghost Eye, Sang Que discovers the saber has passed through the hands of numerous martial artists and various troupes, granting them inexplicable confidence to perform marvelous martial arts on stage.

However, without exception, these troupes eventually met misfortune, with everyone dying tragically, none able to escape.

The martial artist’s stage is actually formed by this Big Gate Saber, its side effect is accumulating misfortune, and during accumulation, it has no impact on anyone, but only waits for the perfect timing, suddenly erupting.

Judging from the martial artist’s death, he was a head away from entering the fifth layer; encountering her was indeed a massive misfortune.

Sang Que cannot use the Big Gate Saber herself, should it give her an inevitable misfortune one day, that would be tragic; it’s best to let the ghosts she commands use it.

But who to give it to?

The Yin Child jumps but can’t reach the blade, the Deceitful Bride only wants her embroidered shoes and hairpin back, the Red Ghost relies on her own corpse-poisoned nails.

Thinking it over, Sang Que temporarily tosses the Big Gate Saber into the painting, putting it in a separate room, deciding to let the Paper Macher use it once she enslaves him later.

The Paper Macher’s main job is making paper, while his secondary job is a martial artist in a troupe, though his performance as a martial artist is quite average, often booed whenever he takes stage.

The Paper Macher harbored deep resentment, dejected, he crafted a room full of papermen in his courtyard and performed martial arts with them, eventually burning himself to death on stage.

In the period after his death, deaths frequently occurred in the local troupe where he performed, the deceased often appearing on stage completely covered in paper.

Having tidied up the spoils, Sang Que glanced at her palm, this time consuming three trigrams, it’s best to replenish them before officially entering the Ghost Realm.

“Get to work!”

With an order, the Yin Child immediately runs to the nearby broken coffin, flips the lid with both hands, sending it flying, before poking her head to look, a shadow from the coffin swiftly fleeing, along with surrounding coffins, their lids popping open without intervention from the Yin Child, things hiding inside transforming into streams of black light fleeing in all directions.

Sang Que unfolds her Ghost Realm, covering the entire chaotic burial mound, red threads appear from nowhere in the ghost domain, engulfing those shadows, obliterating them completely.

Just then, soil blocks suddenly fall from a grave mound at the center of the chaotic burial mound, the Yin Child immediately flashes over, wide-eyed with her Ghost Eyes to check.

A hand suddenly reaches out from below, the armor on its arm resembling the armor style of the previously seen Jingzhou soldiers.

Sang Que’s expression tightens, first letting the Yin Child return to her body, there’s still a mole stuck to her face, the martial artist recognized her earlier due to the Yin Child beside her.

The Deceitful Bride is also retracted, Sang Que, holding a knife in one hand and a painting in the other, slowly walks to the grave mound that continues to spread apart.

Soon, a tall, thin man around thirty climbs out, his body carrying a distinct ghostly aura, undoubtedly a Yin Walker.

The man, upon emerging, initially thinks Sang Que is a ghost, and spins around to flee in terror.

Sang Que instantly teleports in front of him, “Are you with the Jingzhou Army?”

After Sang Que speaks, the man realizes Sang Que isn’t a ghost, nervously assesses her, then asks, “Who are you, there’s a martial artist from the ghost opera troupe here, it killed many of us.”

“Don’t worry, that martial artist has been slain by me!”

Sang Que says without expression, chin slightly raised, indicating for the man to look behind him in the distance.

The man swallows hard, turns to see in the mist a headless corpse, unable to discern if it’s the previous martial artist, but the Evil Mist is indeed much thinner and there’s no longer any bizarre opera singing heard.

Has it truly been slain by her? Who is this woman? So powerful, could she be from Nine Songs?

Recognizing the times, the man quickly adopts a humble stance, bowing deeply to Sang Que.

“A knight-errant of high virtue, eradicating evil for the people, saving my life, I am surnamed Deng, a Night Traveler of Jingzhou; if the knight-errant is willing to assist me in locating the important intelligence to be delivered to Jingzhou’s Yin Walking General, General Qiu will be greatly indebted.”

As Deng Shi breathes and moves, clumps of grave soil fall from his nostrils and all over his body.

He worries while saying this, the important intelligence he mentions doesn’t exist; the truth is he and Qi Feng have indeed become separated from the army, and this time, even with Qi Feng, they suffered a loss of a hundred men.

If it weren’t for the ghost he drives allowing him to temporarily feign death, transforming into a grave mound unnoticed, he wouldn’t have survived this long.

He may not face execution upon his return, but a penalty is certainly inevitable.

“Alright!”

Sang Que agrees decisively; she originally intended to seek out Qiu Wanjun, having someone guide her is even better.

“Do you know where General Qiu’s army is?” Sang Que inquires.

Deng Shi was about to shake his head, but seeing Sang Que’s eyes slightly narrowing, he involuntarily shivers with fear and promptly replies, “I… I can try, this place used to have a ghost opera troupe martial artist guarding it, it must be some crucial gateway; if that martial artist is truly slain by the knight-errant, perhaps the barrier closing the gateway has already vanished, and this chaotic burial mound might no longer be like before, unable to escape.”

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