I am the Ruler of the Kingdom of Mysterious-Chapter 371 - 335: Returned to Its Rightful Owner

At night, Sang Que took Xia Chan back to Dongyang County in a flower sedan. Inside the sedan, Sang Que instructed Xia Chan, "Little Chan, you must remember that I am already dead, killed by the Ghost Opera Troupe’s Puppet Master. You should act a little more sorrowful and stop being so cheerful."

Xia Chan furrowed her brows, remembering the last time when everyone thought that Sister was dead, including herself, she often couldn’t eat from the sadness.

Back then, she was truly heartbroken and had no appetite, but this time...

"What if Little Chan gets hungry?" Xia Chan asked, feeling aggrieved.

Sang Que was momentarily stunned, not understanding why her death had a direct relation to Xia Chan being hungry. After careful consideration of this logical chain, she suddenly realized.

"Sometimes, when people are excessively sad, they binge eat, or turn grief and indignation into strength. You can eat more, fill your belly, and avenge me."

Upon hearing this excuse, Xia Chan became happy and nodded vigorously.

"Okay, Little Chan will eat a little more, gain strength, and avenge Sister!"

Meow~

Xuan Yu lay on Sang Que’s legs, licking its paws. It’s still good to be a cat; there’s no need to feign sadness.

After traveling all night, the two returned to the outskirts of Dongyang County just before dawn. The sight before them was a mess, with scorched land, filled with craters left by cannons, mingled with blood and mud.

Abandoned siege apparatus scattered under the city wall, the moat water stained red with blood, occasionally limbs of Water Ghost slaves reaching from below, dragging severed parts into the water.

A large number of corpses were piled in specially dug deep pits in the distance, already burned once, emitting an unpleasant odor.

Xia Chan went out to call the city gate open, Sang Que used the Mountain Ghost Coin to conceal her presence, following Xia Chan into the city.

He Buning had been waiting on the city wall, and as Xia Chan saw him, her eyes spun around, pulling off a dramatic act and began to cry.

"Sister Mulan is dead! She was killed by the Ghost Opera Troupe’s Puppet Master. Little Chan needs to eat to grow strong, Little Chan will avenge Sister!"

Upon hearing this, everyone around was shocked into disbelief, He Buning’s mouth twitched, and Sang Que hid behind Xia Chan with a face full of black lines.

Xiao Liu almost believed it at first, but now that he was talking less and thinking more, he learned to observe and immediately noticed the unnatural expressions of Xia Chan and his Colonel.

He remembered, last time his Colonel was not so calm, and Xia Chan didn’t cry so loudly; she went to a side quietly, ignoring people.

This is acting, too fake!

He Buning tried hard to look surprised, "Come with me and clear up the situation."

Xia Chan nodded and followed He Buning to the county government.

Upon reaching the county government, He Buning asked Xiao Liu to take Xia Chan for food, Sang Que secretly tugged at He Buning’s sleeve, He Buning understood, taking Sang Que to his resting room, closing doors and windows tightly.

Sang Que revealed herself, and the two briefly explained the events of recent days.

Once the news of the Puppet Master catching the Yin Child was spread by Yunzhou people, there would inevitably be internal conflict between Yunzhou and the Ghost Opera Troupe, affecting the Qianshou Army.

"I have already collected the three hundred blood-stained weapons you wanted. The latest battle report, reinforcements from Jingzhou have already entered Qinzhou territory, if quick, they can arrive here in about ten days. During this time, you must remain hidden."

Sang Que nodded, "You don’t need to worry about me, just help me take care of Little Chan during this time."

The siblings fell into silence, not knowing what to say, finally Sang Que spoke first.

"Do you have anything else you want to ask me?"

He Buning shook his head, not from lack of wanting to ask, but from not daring to ask, especially given the shotgun Sang Que gave him. In recent days defending Dongyang County, he used it on the city wall, discovering how its power and loading speed far surpassed his original flintlock gun.

This instilled a deep fear of the ’Immortal Country’ from Sang Que, temporarily avoiding probing too much, primarily because he still needed to focus on the current battle, unable to properly prepare psychologically.

"Then I’ll go deliver goods to the Ghost Vendor, if anything arises you find Little Chan."

"Wait, there’s something to return to you."

He Buning got up and went behind the screen, fetching an exquisite Jade Box from his suitcase, a talisman paper stuck over the box.

He handed the box to Sang Que, "Returning to the rightful owner."

The Jade Box was translucent, Sang Que didn’t need to open it to see the outline of what was inside - her original heart, looking... still quite fresh.

He Buning advised, "Your heart has undergone some changes after leaving the body, remaining uncorrupted, to prevent it being utilized by evildoers, I have been carrying it. How to handle it, decide for yourself."

Sang Que holding the Jade Box suddenly had an idea, could she use her own heart to stuff the Mysterious Lady Statue in Bright Moon Mountain, inspired by her image?

Once things here conclude, she would try upon returning.

He Buning still had many things to be busy with, told Sang Que the blood-stained weapons were stored in the woodshed in the county government’s backyard, left unattended, she could go herself.

Regarding the movements of Yunzhou and the Qianshou Army, He Buning had his own channels to stay informed, providing updates to Sang Que as needed.

After He Buning departed, Sang Que quietly went to the backyard, finding the paperman Ghost Vendor previously gave her, burnt it, shortly after black smoke emerged from the ground, transforming into a Little Ghost with a big-headed doll’s headgear.

"Items are ready, please transfer them to the Vendor."

The Little Ghost inspected the weapons at the corner of the woodshed, circling twice, not taking them directly, turning into black smoke drilled into the ground, a moment later, four other Little Ghosts emerged from the ground, five individuals dragged a black cloth bag, loading the weapons into the bag.

No matter how many things were stuffed into the bag, it didn’t change at all, once filled, the five Little Ghosts bowed in gratitude to Sang Que, dragging the bag into the ground, disappearing.

With Ghost Vendor matters concluded, Sang Que returned to Xia Chan’s place.

Having eaten her fill, Xia Chan sat on the doorstep thinking, chewing her nails, Xuan Yu squatted beside her licking its paws, the big one and the small one appearing identical.

"Little Chan, help me watch the door, don’t let anyone in."

Sang Que entered the painting, where Chu Mo Wei, now a Corpse Slave, stood at the dock, dressed in black with white hair, his eyes vacant.

Sang Que instructed him to follow her, leading him to the field in the Peach Garden in the Painting.

In a normal field, grain is grown; her field was burying zombies.

Besides the thirty Corpse Mud Zombies and Red Ghosts, she now had nearly eight hundred ordinary zombies left.

Earlier outside Tangyuan County, though Chu Mo Wei orchestrated the façade manipulating some of her zombies to fight each other, there was actually no real loss.

Love-struck mind schemed endlessly for her, reluctant to even damage her belongings, pandering to the utmost.

Truly terrifying!

Now the White-haired Zombies, unable to be controlled by her, were wandering near the fields, Sang Que commanded Chu Mo Wei to use the puppet method to control these White-haired Zombies.

Chu Mo Wei took a step forward, merely moving the fingers of his hands at his side, and the wandering White-haired Zombies began to halt one by one.

Sang Que knew that there were invisible threads in the air, already buried inside these White-haired Zombies by Chu Mo Wei, turning them into his puppets.

This corpse manipulation is the most elementary form of Puppet Master’s manipulation, even ordinary live people can be controlled by this method, slightly more time-consuming than controlling the dead.

Chu Mo Wei is not a Yin Walker, he has no ghost within him, almost resembling a half-human, half-puppet himself. Sang Que still couldn’t grasp the specific principles of his abilities.

In the coming days, her primary task is to study Chu Mo Wei, the Puppet Master, to see how much benefit she can derive from his skills.