I am the Ruler of the Kingdom of Mysterious-Chapter 318 - 282: Friendly Transaction

More than three hundred complete corpses were dug out, among them were over fifty villagers capable of flying heads.

Most of the corpses were Asian women, their attire suggesting they were primarily tourists, not locals.

Upon discovering this, a surge of anger rose within Sang Que, yet he had nowhere to vent it.

The Yin Child sensed something was off with Sang Que’s emotions and quickly darted away, pretending to be busy catching baby spirits, although she had actually captured them all.

There were a total of thirty shotguns, and five boxes of bullets were found. Sang Que sent all the corpses and guns to Bright Moon Mountain.

He hid the guns and Sallya’s treasure boxes separately, buried the corpses in the Corpse Nourishing Land, planning to address the issue of clothing once he finished his tasks here and went over there.

Sang Que reassembled Sallya’s corpse. After reaching Bright Moon Mountain, he personally changed her clothes, allowed the Red Ghost to bite her, and then handed Sallya’s body over to Yao Zhen, explaining that he had buried some items in the Corpse Nourishing Land and asking Yao Zhen to monitor Sallya for signs of her corpse transforming.

Before Yao Zhen could inquire where Sallya came from, Sang Que instantly teleported away.

Near dawn, after finishing all tasks, Sang Que carried a box of gold bars in a flower sedan towards the city.

Instead of heading straight to the embassy, he first visited a gun shop in the city.

In the flower sedan, Sang Que took out a ’mole’ he got from the Ghost Vendor and carefully adhered the small piece of human skin to the corner of his eye.

Prit soon, there was a vermillion mole at the corner of his eye.

Though it was nighttime, the city remained bustling. The door of the gun store was tightly shut but the lights were still on, indicating that it was open for business.

Sang Que placed some gold bars into his backpack and entered the gun shop.

Because of his young age and the fact that he couldn’t speak Southern Ocean dialect, he initially encountered some problems, but in the face of ’friendly exchanges’ involving gold bars and force, the store owner finally compromised.

The store owner couldn’t understand why, despite being able to rob directly, Sang Que insisted on giving him gold bars.

He led Sang Que to a small dark room, and they used a translation app to conclude a transaction that delighted Sang Que.

Sang Que purchased two short-barrel shotguns, the old-fashioned kind with exquisite engravings, resembling works of art and easy to carry.

The pellets could be self-made, as both paper and plastic shell bullets could be refilled using tools. He could replace the steel balls with vermillion and obsidian fragments.

He also bought a set of matching tools and every necessary primer to ensure successful reloading, with the store’s stock being completely cleared by Sang Que, who requested several demonstrations from the owner.

The previously seized shotguns were useful against humans but useless against ghosts. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

These two were very necessary for him, ensuring equality with a single shot at close range.

After Sang Que left, the owner of the legal gun shop wanted to call the police, but when he tried to recall Sang Que’s appearance, he couldn’t remember anything besides the mole at the corner of Sang Que’s eye, the other features becoming more forgettable the more he thought about them.

After another trip to Bright Moon Mountain, Sang Que carried the remaining gold bars, removed the ’mole’ from his face, and went to the embassy to meet his mother and the others.

Since buying food earlier had cost his mother a lot of money, he didn’t turn all the gold bars into guns, as it wasn’t yet a time for full armed preparation. He remembered the shop and the decent store owner for future needs.

Overall, the Southern Ocean trip left Sang Que quite satisfied. Tomorrow was Sunday, still a perfect day to take his mother out to have fun before returning to school.

The ongoing matter in the story relay group remained unresolved and would have to wait until his mother’s situation was secure, for him to relax and return to Bright Moon Mountain.

Past one in the morning, Sang Que found Wu Cheng and the others at a hotel near the embassy.

Everyone was too anxious to sleep, except for Sang Wan who seemed calm. Once she verified that Sang Que was safe, she yawned and went to sleep in a room.

In the suite’s living room, Sang Que tossed a backpack of gold bars onto the table and rubbed his sore shoulders.

Sang Que had already explained most mountain-related matters to Wu Cheng via phone, and now he recounted them again for Zheng Xuan and Zheng Wujun.

There was no way for them to get involved in Southern Ocean matters; they could only file a report once back, thoroughly detailing how the group was harming tourists to alert authorities.

Sang Que took out the gold bars and expressed his desire to have them legally stored in a bank as Sang Wan’s personal legal property, emphasizing legality!

Zheng Wujun, uninterested in the gold bars, remained expressionless in his chair, while Zheng Xuan glared enviously.

Sang Que also handed the book to Wu Cheng, suggesting she submit it to the research institute, but demanded a translated copy for academic research, claiming it was requested by her master.

Her reasonable demands warranted some compensation for her efforts. Unable to refuse, Wu Cheng agreed to include it in her report, convinced that her request would be granted.

Wu Cheng was astonished by Sang Que single-handedly rescuing Zheng Xuan and destroying a hideout, unaware of the details since Zheng Xuan and Zheng Wujun agreed to keep it hidden. Therefore, Wu Cheng was sent by Zheng Xuan to file the report.

The reason being Professor Ye was still awaiting a reply, unable to write a report after being missing for two months without recovering.

Noticing they had things to discuss involving personal matters, Wu Cheng respected their privacy and returned to her room to draft the report.

Confronted with two curious faces, Sang Que took a breath, ready to concoct some stories.

"The bride you saw tonight was actually my teacher’s spouse!"

Zheng Wujun frowned while Zheng Xuan looked astonished, his mouth agape.

"I am not a Ghost Controller. The world doesn’t have a Ghost Controller, you know that."

After some thought, Sang Que decided to deny it. In terms of paranormal strength, Huaxia and even the world stood at the pinnacle, at most equivalent to the fourth layer’s power in the Deceit Dynasty.

Though new ghosts may emerge from technology with unknown strength and abilities, everything remained in a delicate balance.

Sang Que didn’t want, nor dared to disrupt this balance.

Consider the Yin Walkers of the Deceit Dynasty, who wield life and death over ordinary people, completely disregarding Xuan Dynasty laws, with the laws even granting special privileges to Yin Walkers.

If modern Yin Walkers were to emerge, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Failing to change these people’s beliefs, it remained crucial to ensure their conviction that no one could control ghosts. Firmly believing this would inherently invoke forces obstructing such occurrences.

This approach suppressed supernatural power at a macro level, fostering universal disbelief, nullifying existence.

After a lengthy pause, Zheng Xuan finally found his voice, "Your master...how did they do it?"

"Both of them... well! To put it simply, their love runs deep. Even after becoming a Fierce Ghost, my teacher’s spouse still adored my master and refused exorcism, opting to stay with him, and killing any men she encountered, especially the good-looking ones."

At this, Sang Que and Zheng Xuan both looked at Zheng Wujun.

"My master used a mirror to seal my teacher’s spouse, releasing her in critical moments to lend a hand. Holding my master’s token, she wouldn’t harm me; once back, I must return the mirror for my master to continue suppressing her."

Before Zheng Wujun could ask, Sang Que continued, "The Instant Teleportation ability to the temple is the ’Five Ghost Transport Technique,’ a spell my master knew. Before I left, he gave me bamboo talismans enabling me to borrow his power."

Sang Que attributed everything to his claimed master, asserting the protective and instrumental objects for potential obstacles, portraying him as a reclusive master who couldn’t leave the mountain due to controlling an unrestrained Fierce Ghost.

Although curious, neither Zheng Xuan nor Zheng Wujun dared to intrude upon such a prominent, reclusive figure.

"If you can help me keep my master and me a secret from the research institute, both he and I would be immensely grateful. If not, feel free to report honestly; it doesn’t concern me."

Exchanging a glance, Zheng Xuan and Zheng Wujun recognized Sang Que’s intent to conceal. Having benefited from her life-saving and defense acts, refusing this small favor would be disgraceful.

The key point was that neither Sang Que nor her master harmed society and even lent assistance in critical times. Cultivating rapport with such a master was preferable, avoiding conflict that could introduce a formidable adversary.