Chapter 402: Chapter 366: Class Leader

Qiu Wanjun dismounted from his horse and pulled down the yellow cloth bag hanging from his waist. The bag was palm-sized and made of fabric similar to the robes of the Yellow Robe Taoist, covered in red, tadpole-like runes, its mouth sealed with a red string tied in a complex knot.

As Qiu Wanjun untied the knot, Sang Que stumbled forward, driven by a force inside her, feeling the intense desire emanating from the Yin Child.

That was the tongue the Yin Child wanted!

While soothing the Yin Child, Sang Que kept her eyes fixed on Qiu Wanjun in the distance. The distance was too great to make out the details.

She could only see Qiu Wanjun reach into the yellow cloth bag with his left hand and grab something, then take out the Ten Victory Stone Dagger from his waist with his right hand, take a deep breath, and suddenly stuff the thing in his left hand into his mouth.

Qiu Wanjun’s whole body trembled, bending over in pain, as if enduring unbearable pressure and pain. He raised his head and shouted loudly at the impassable chasm ahead.

“Close!”

The sound was like thunder; even in the corner of the city wall, Sang Que felt her eardrums ache from that single word.

The ground shook once more, the wind howled, and horses neighed. Remarkably, amidst the continuous tremors, the land that had been cracked began to close swiftly.

During this process, Qiu Wanjun bore immense pain. At the precise moment the earth completely closed, he tore the tongue out of his mouth, and with the Ten Victory Stone Dagger in his right hand, knife fell in one swift motion, severing the tongue which he rapidly stuffed into the yellow cloth bag and sealed it tightly.

Blood stained Qiu Wanjun’s lips, and he waved his arm forward, signaling to resume the siege.

The Evil Ghost aura that Sang Que simulated was also nearing its limits. She also noticed that the escaping Qianshou Army soldiers appeared to hit a Ghost Wall, circling back despite fleeing west of Jianshui City.

The Da Xuan soldiers were about to assault the city walls, with thunderous battle cries echoing from the north and south of Jianshui City, as the ambushing army lying outside the city suddenly appeared, banners high, flanking from both sides.

Both armies clashed, and chaos reigned.

Military flags fluttered fiercely in the wind. Dressed in heavy armor and wielding various weapons, soldiers surged toward each other like tides.

Blades and swords clashed, each impact sparking fire, accompanied by the metallic clanging.

Cavalry sped into enemy formations like tornadoes, wielding long spears and large blades to harvest heads.

Cries of agony echoed, and bodies piled up quickly into mountains; blood gathered into streams, forming pools in low-lying areas.

Boom!

At the rear of the Da Xuan formation, stones engulfed in flames were flung by trebuchets, crashing heavily at the foot of the city walls, scattering debris, and causing heavy casualties. The air was thick with the scent of blood and gunpowder.

On the crumbling city wall, Zi Ling, a Yin Walker of the Ghost Opera Troupe’s fifth layer, clutched her pipa, leading the musicians in a lethal and imposing formation-breaking tune. Instantly, the previously fleeing Qianshou Army soldiers turned blood-eyed, their muscles bulging and tearing through clothes and armor, fighting like beasts.

Deputy General Pang En’s Ghost General cut back and forth across the battlefield, harvesting the souls of the Qianshou Army. Around him appeared numerous headless black ghost shadows, forming a Ghost Army.

The other seven Yin Walker Colonels, each commanding their respective Evil Ghosts, committed various horrifying massacres on the battlefield, partaking in a feast of slaughter.

The Qianshou Army was no match for the Da Xuan Army, at a disadvantage in every respect, and was quickly being devoured completely.

Hidden in the corner of the city wall, Sang Que sighed heavily. All her efforts were in vain, unable to stop the battle and causing her mother to suffer.

Now, what should she do?

As Sang Que pondered, more than half of the Qianshou Army had perished. A few Yin Walker Colonels climbed the city walls to temporarily imprison the last old Yin Walker of the Ghost Opera Troupe, leaving only a woman in a purple skirt, clutching a pipa, persisting.

Sang Que had long sent the Puppet Master Chu Mo Wei away. Even with a Puppet Master, a Red Ghost, five hundred White-haired Zombies, a Yin Child, and countless methods, she was powerless against a battle of this scale.

At this moment, Sang Que noticed a Hua Dan in a lavish costume somehow appearing on the rooftop of Jianshui City’s gate tower. With the full moon high in the sky, the Hua Dan was slender and, from his stature and Adam’s apple, evidently male.

His eyes were filled with despair and anger as he looked fixedly at the battlefield, where blood ran rivers. His red lips opened slightly, and with a trembling but resolute voice, he began to sing a tragic opera tune.

“The beacon fires rise continuously, smoke spreading along the horizon. People suffer, homes ruined, tear rain flying, hearts in disarray.”

“Iron horse and metal clang, the battlefield cold with white bones. Lovely faces weep, beauty harmed, dreams adrift in chaotic times.”

The plaintive and mournful singing drew everyone’s gaze upward. The Hua Dan twisted his waist and floated his steps, moving gracefully in operatic footwork on the rooftop.

His figure was solitary and hauntingly beautiful, and the mournful singing reverberated across the battlefield, stirring up unwarranted tragic emotions within even Sang Que.

The weather turned suddenly, a bolt of lightning piercing the night sky; the full moon, now tinged with blood, surrounded by dark clouds, resembled a phoenix eye, shedding tears of blood, crimson droplets falling from the moon to the earth.

Plop!

Everyone’s hearts trembled, the entire world suddenly dyed red. The corpses that once lay dead began twitching, standing back up, despite lacking heads or having broken limbs, yet they stood upright.

The blood-coalesced pools boiled, expanding outward. Any Da Xuan soldier tainted by the blood immediately had blood-red eyes, turning to strike at their companions.

The Hua Dan continued to sing as the battlefront was abruptly reversed, with the fallen Qianshou soldiers ’reviving’, turning into an undead army unafraid of life or pain, counterattacking the Da Xuan forces.

Simultaneously, all the Yin Walkers felt an overwhelming, irresistible pressure, causing the Evil Ghosts they commanded to flee and hide in fear.

All the yin objects lost their effectiveness as well.

Without the Evil Ghost power, the Yin Walkers were nothing more than ordinary people, left to brandish weapons defensively against the surrounding undead assault.

At the battlefield’s rear, upon seeing this, Qiu Wanjun immediately resisted the pressure exerted by the Hua Dan with his own Evil Ghost.

Rumbling!

Above, the sound of thunder roared, and winds whipped dark clouds together at an alarming speed, the blood-stained sky engulfed by darkness in an instant.

The dense clouds twisted bizarrely, seemingly hiding a massive and terrifying operatic mask, grotesque and malevolent, sneering over the battlefield, each line filled with the menacing faces of Evil Ghosts.

It seemed as though countless Evil Spirits and Evil Ghosts gathered behind the clouds, forming an operatic mask large enough to cover the entire battlefield.

Any soldier who glanced up at the mask was instantly struck by lightning, pain gripping their eyes. They trembled violently, blood gushing from their seven orifices. They couldn’t even manage a scream before collapsing dead.

Fear spread like a plague among the soldiers, and the fiercely contested battlefield sank into chaotic disorder.

The terrifying operatic mask became increasingly clear within the clouds. Even a fleeting glance overwhelmed Qiu Wanjun with a flood of terrifying memories, emotions even he could not resist, accompanied by more images that made his heart shudder uncontrollably, as the Evil Ghost within him greedily devoured his fear, rapidly growing stronger, nearing losing control!

The Hua Dan’s level far surpassed Qiu Wanjun!

He was the Class Leader of the Ghost Opera Troupe!

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