Chapter 442: Chapter 406: Restocking
Bang!
A gunshot echoed through the forest, sound waves like waves, the blood mist stirred and dispersed.
Sang Que held the gun, and the Blood Robe Evil in front of her vanished instantly, far stronger than the effect of the Ghost Soldier Talisman.
However, the Blood Robe Evil wasn’t completely dead, merely scattered by the bullet’s force; given some time, it would gather strength again and reappear.
At least, Sang Que could still see a cherry-sized cluster of red mist floating in the air using the Ghost Eye of the Yin Child.
Eliminating evil spirits and ghosts seems only possible through devouring and absorbing; other methods merely temporarily disperse them like this.
Sang Que hung the scroll on a tree, wound the alarm clock and placed it on a branch, releasing it as sharp noises filled the forest, the blood mist rippled outward.
In just a few breaths, Sang Que saw tattered blood-red clothes emerging from all directions, enraged by the sound of the clock, advancing forcefully.
Sang Que concealed her presence in hiding, watching as the Blood Robe Evil tried to attack the clock, unexpectedly rushing into the scroll and trapping themselves.
The gale howled, stirring up blood-colored sandstorms from flat ground, approaching; it’s the Wind Demon, mutated because of the Qinzhou Death Domain.
The Wind Demons Sang Que encountered before raised normal yellow sandstorms, but here they brought blood-colored sands.
No matter, she’s here to collect, accepting all comers; the same type of evil spirits can be confined to one room, the scroll is spacious enough to hold them all.
"Sang Mulan!"
The voice of Kong You rose and fell, emerging from the blood mist in the withered forest, Sang Que ignored it, the voice calling her name drew nearer.
This is a common evil spirit in the forest, mimicking human voices to call names; responding and turning around will cause one’s soul to be taken.
Soon, the voice seemed to come right before her, and Sang Que saw this evil spirit’s true form—it resembled a cicada, with a human face on its abdomen; its wings vibrated, calling names.
This evil spirit wasn’t attracted by the clock’s sound, merely perched on trees around Sang Que, persistently calling ’Sang Mulan,’ very noisy.
Sang Que released the Yin Child to deal with it; though the evil spirit isn’t truly insect-like, it resembles one, which suits the Yin Child to handle.
The Yin Child emerged, frowning at the incessant name-calling, pondering briefly; her abdomen swelled a few times, and she produced an old cloth doll hidden inside.
This doll, a yin object from modern times, previously given to the Yin Child by Sang Que, had yet to be returned.
Once the Yin Child wielded the doll, she yawned widely, and Sang Que felt drowsiness, yawning in tandem.
As the Yin Child held the doll, its power seemed increased, causing the calling cicadas to gradually cease, falling from the trees, succumbing to slumber.
Sang Que’s yawn was cut short as she shivered, sensing an intensely powerful presence watching.
It’s the Dream Ghost!
Sang Que had battled the Dream Ghost before, her soul invaded by it, making her familiar and sensitive to its presence.
The Yin Child sensed the Dream Ghost too, swiftly hiding the cloth doll, the presence faded, and the Yin Child began picking up the sleeping cicadas, tossing them into the scroll.
The clock still chimed, capturing many Blood Robe and Wind Demons as well as some peculiar humanoid evil spirits, not clearly seen before hitting the scroll.
Among them, a scarecrow-like figure, likely the Wheat Evil.
Under the tree, the soil was transforming into mud, blood-colored, it’s the mutating Corpse Mud Evil.
Blood-colored paper money wafted down, and Sang Que turned to see, in the distant mist, four ghosts carrying a coffin her way.
Sang Que stopped the Yin Child and went forward herself.
Previously, coffin carriers stormed Wangshan City, hardly resistible; meeting them again, Sang Que showed no fear, instantly teleporting before the carriers, drawing her gun.
The previous ghost coffins were black; why is this one red?
Doesn’t matter, Sang Que raised her hand and fired four consecutive shots, each bullet precisely hitting the coffin carrier’s forehead.
Bang!
The coffin dropped, the four coffin carriers convulsing, fiery-red cracks formed where bullets struck, then the ghost heads exploded in sequence, only ghost bodies remained to fall backward.
Sang Que stepped up for inspection as surrounding blood mist converged, regenerating the coffin carrier’s heads, quickly restoring.
The coffin carriers’ strength was roughly at the fifth layer; the gun and bullets’ effectiveness surprised Sang Que.
Timing it, about twenty seconds was all it took for the coffin carriers to fully recover.
Before they got up again, Sang Que summoned the Yin Child, who released four small snakes from her sleeves, entering the mouths of the carriers. After convulsing momentarily, the carriers calmed, standing motionless.
That’s the Yin Child’s Snake Gu; once inside, it can control ghosts and humans. Only the Five Spirits God in Yunzhou rivals that control power.
Cheng Ge had Snake Gu, but couldn’t manage stronger ghosts and people.
"Lock them in the scroll."
Sang Que ordered, and the Yin Child nodded, beckoning the coffin carriers, who lifted the red coffin, heading toward the scroll.
With the alarm clock, the scroll, and the Yin Child’s aid, Sang Que ’stocked up’ throughout the forest, capturing many three-layered evils.
Among fourth and fifth-layer ghosts, only the ghost coffin appeared; no ghost flower sedan or other such entities emerged, and Sang Que dared not venture deeper into Qinzhou, feeling uneasy.
Using the Qian Trigram Eye Opening, she saw blurred scenes where ghost-level entities dwelt in central Qinzhou, where disputes between Zuo Jinye and the Class Leader occurred, mutually devouring, while feasting on something.
The Qinzhou blood mist flows from what was consumed, causing evil spirits here to mutate, becoming stronger.
The mist’s corrosive nature intensely affects both humans and ghosts; Sang Que felt her heart wildly pounding, injected with excitement, uncontrollably urging murderous impulses.
She checked the time; only an hour had passed.
The night’s haul was sufficient; Sang Que returned to Xia Chan, finding her unaffected, sitting quietly, her hair floating in the blood-tinged air.
At this rate, would Xia Chan’s hair turn red?
Xia Chan was untouched, while Xuan Yu and the Paper Macher guarding her transformed; Xuan Yu, restless, jumped between trees, incessantly scratching at them, marking each with claw marks.
The Paper Macher’s eyes wept blood, corroded by the blood mist’s power, instinctively resisting the Mountain Ghost Seal’s force, twitching, revealing the seal etched on his chest, glowing faintly.
"Little Chan, time to leave!"
Sang Que recalled the Paper Macher, cradling Xuan Yu for comfort, reluctantly waking Xia Chan.
Yawning, Xia Chan rose, stretching, "Little Chan had a nap, feeling refreshed."
Sang Que and Xia Chan returned to Bright Moon Mountain’s rear, the night breeze cool on their faces, a soothing contrast to summer heat, entering an air-conditioned room, bringing relief.
Just then, the scroll behind Sang Que trembled; the Red Ghost seemed to have awakened!
