I am the Ruler of the Kingdom of Mysterious-Chapter 312 - 276: Modern Theories and Weapons

Thinking about firearms, Sang Que asked Wu Cheng in the front seat again.

"There’s something I’m very curious about, what does your institute’s mobile team use to deal with ghosts?"

Wu Cheng glanced at Sang Que through the rearview mirror. Ye Changqing had informed her that she could reveal a bit if Sang Que was curious about the institute.

"Most of it is the kind of methods mentioned in folk culture, like the Zheng Family, who have their Mountain God. What they learn is actually quite similar to the Taoist Sect, and then there are items blessed by high monks of the Buddhist Sect."

"Aside from that, the institute has a theory that believes ghosts are brainwaves left behind after a person dies. The stronger the resentment or certain emotions during their life, the stronger the brainwaves left behind, and these brainwaves are easily perceived by people or can even affect the brainwaves of the living, thus harming them."

"Since brainwaves are invisible, they can ignore physics, passing through various objects, levitating, and so on. Some people born with the ’yin-yang eyes’ can capture these brainwaves and communicate with them, just like the relationship between walkie-talkies and radio waves."

"Because of this, the institute has launched a series of experiments to enhance personal brainwaves, which have shown significant results. After joining, members of the mobile team undergo half a year of training, enhancing their personal brainwaves through drugs, meditation, acupuncture, and equipment, enabling us to see so-called ghosts."

Although Sang Que didn’t ask so much, since Wu Cheng was willing to explain in detail, Sang Que listened quietly without interruption.

"Also based on this principle, the institute has some special equipment that can instantly create a strong magnetic field, which can destroy a ghost’s body. I don’t quite understand the specifics as I’m not a physics enthusiast, but my teacher gave the example of lightning killing ghosts, lightning being a form of strong magnetic field."

"Also, those who have practiced Taoism or Buddhism for many years have brainwave strengths different from ordinary people, inherently possessing a strong magnetic field that can erupt instantly to destroy such entities. This equipment is highly confidential and cannot be taken abroad, so I don’t have it at hand, and similar electromagnetic weapons are still in development."

Sang Que nodded. Despite being terrible at physics, she knew that electromagnetism could damage electrical power, like how electronic devices are prone to damage during lightning storms.

In the Deceit Dynasty where ghosts roam, if ghosts were truly brainwave electromagnetic waves, it could explain why electronic devices cannot be used there.

The car drove out of the city center and headed towards increasingly remote areas.

After turning at a traffic light, Wu Cheng continued, "The main items our mobile team members are equipped with include talisman paper, specially made high-voltage electric batons, and pistols. The bullets in the pistols are laced with vermillion and the bullets’ tips are made of obsidian, both of which are very harmful to ghosts in folklore."

"By the way, if we encounter particularly powerful ghosts, high-voltage batons often become ineffective, and bullets may run out when fired into illusions. Also, thanks to your master, we have an additional ’Divine Soldier Talisman’ to use with cold weapons, giving us another means of self-preservation. I also heard about an ’Eye-opening Talisman’ that can break ghosts’ illusions, and I’m quite looking forward to it."

Sang Que, acting like a ’naive high school student,’ dared to say anything and directly asked, "Am I also provided with these weapons for this operation?"

Wu Cheng chuckled, "I can lend you the high-voltage baton, but not the gun. You haven’t undergone shooting training, it’s too dangerous."

"I can learn!"

"Join our mobile team, and I’ll teach you personally."

Sang Que didn’t respond further, as her mom patted her hand beside her, signaling her not to rush.

After two hours of driving, they arrived at a village at the foot of a mountain on the southwestern edge of the Southern Ocean, surrounded by humid rainforests, with a hot and humid atmosphere.

The village at the foot of the mountain is a popular online destination, with beautiful natural scenery and a bounty of various fruits. Many tourists come here to take photos and check-in, experiencing the village’s entertainment projects.

Wu Cheng parked the car in the yard of a local guesthouse and, after getting out, motioned for Sang Que and Zheng Wujun to look at the hillside. There, a cluster of temple buildings was nestled among the trees, with weathered golden spires left in dilapidated condition.

"That’s the place. It’s too late today; I’ll take you there early tomorrow morning. First, let’s register for lodging and then have something to eat."

Wu Cheng turned to leave, and Sang Que caught up, but before she could speak, the impatient Zheng Wujun said, "I can’t wait until tomorrow morning. Let’s go right after dropping off our luggage, problematic spots are usually easier to spot at night."

Sang Que shared this sentiment, "I have items my master gave me, or else you could wait here tonight and I’ll go investigate first."

"No!"

"No!"

Before Sang Wan, Sang Que’s guardian, could speak, Wu Cheng and Zheng Wujun simultaneously objected. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Since Sang Que came here, no matter how capable she was, Wu Cheng was responsible for her safety—this was the most basic responsibility.

The same went for Zheng Wujun. Zheng Xuan was his family, and he needed to rescue him in person to be assured.

The atmosphere was tense. Sang Wan stepped in front of everyone, "Excuse me, but I need the restroom, shouldn’t we check in first?"

After checking in, the four of them had dinner together.

During the meal, Wu Cheng shared the translated news report on the temple case with Sang Que and Zheng Wujun for review.

Regarding investigating the abandoned temple at night, Wu Cheng still disagreed. Zheng Wujun insisted on going, while Sang Que insisted on going alone.

The three were at odds, and Sang Wan, who initially didn’t want to intervene, reluctantly stepped in as a mediator.

"Little Que, mom knows your abilities and understands that you don’t want anyone to make mistakes. That’s why you want to go alone, but given that it’s a Zheng Family member who’s missing, I feel that Xiao Zheng going is a given."

Zheng Wujun nodded, and Wu Cheng wanted to speak up, but Sang Wan interjected first.

"Xiao Cheng, I’m older than you, is it okay to call you that?"

"Of course."

"You’ve been investigating here for over two months and haven’t found any clues. Is it possible that you’ve been exposed, so whatever is hiding, whether a person or a ghost, continues to stay hidden upon seeing you?"

Wu Cheng frowned, having considered this possibility herself.

Sang Wan continued, "Xiao Zheng and Little Que have experienced the Xujiawan Village incident together, and I’m sure of Xiao Zheng’s abilities. With just one additional person, Little Que can watch over him. I tagged along out of necessity this time, which is bound to inconvenience you."

"This place isn’t particularly safe, so you can’t leave me here alone, and you definitely can’t take me to such a dangerous location, right? So, Xiao Cheng, would you please stay with me, while we let the two of them go investigate tonight?"

Sang Wan had great confidence in Sang Que’s abilities. As Sang Que’s mother, she emphasized Sang Que’s watchfulness over Zheng Wujun, rather than asking Zheng Wujun to look after Sang Que, indicating that in her mind, Sang Que’s abilities surpassed those of Zheng Wujun.

In the end, the group decided to proceed this way for the night.

Sang Que returned to the room to prepare her gear, solemnly placing the Exorcism Red Candle she brought from home into Sang Wan’s hand.

Once, Sang Que obtained two of these candles from Yan Daozi, and ever since, this one had remained with her mom, rarely used.

"Mom, keep the candle with you. If you sense anything off, light it up immediately without worrying about wasting it. The Connected Branch is still active, and if anything happens here, I’ll feel it instantly and come back at once."

"You only need to hold on for a moment, but don’t do anything that harms yourself. If there’s any chatter in the group and you can’t reach me by phone, ask Wu Cheng to find a way to contact me."

Sang Wan nodded, "Understood, be careful yourself."

As dusk fell, Sang Que donned a black long-sleeved tracksuit, tied her hair in a high ponytail, wore a mask and a baseball cap, carrying a backpack stuffed with essentials like a flashlight and rope.

Armed with the electric baton Wu Cheng had provided and a curved blade, Sang Que and Zheng Wujun slipped away into the mountains, avoiding the crowd.

In the third-floor room of the guesthouse, Wu Cheng stood by the window, binoculars in hand, nervously watching the hillside.

Sang Wan typed away at her laptop from the table. As a daily up-to-date writer, she carried her computer with her everywhere, even while traveling, to ensure she could write anytime.

While reviewing previous plots and foreshadowing, a prominently marked name caught Sang Wan’s attention.

Thoughtfully, Sang Wan glanced at Wu Cheng and casually started chatting with her while typing.