I am the Ruler of the Kingdom of Mysterious-Chapter 377 - 341: Sang Que’s Arrangement

Wu Liang extended his hand, but Sang Que ignored it, keeping both hands in his pockets.

Wu Liang smiled, without any blame, retracted his hand, leaned on his cane, and hobbled towards the outside, "Follow me, let me introduce you to this place."

Sang Que followed behind Wu Liang, maintaining a distance of three steps.

The Mountain Ghost Coin had lost its effectiveness here, and along with it, Yin Child’s Ghost Eye was also unusable, so she couldn’t see through everything about Wu Liang at a glance.

"Actually, there aren’t many people in the Ancient House. You don’t need to be nervous. In my generation, there are only three people, but your second uncle passed away last year. As you can see, my legs are not good. This is all congenital. All the men in our family are like this, born with various defects."

Sang Que furrowed her brows. If that’s the case, He Buning should also have defects, but he was hale and hearty. Could it be congenital heart disease or something, which is why Wuyou merged the yin fire into He Buning’s body?

He Buning seemed to have told her before that he almost died when he was a child and only revived because of the yin fire, living half-human half-ghost.

The Ancient House was very old and dilapidated everywhere. They walked for quite a while without seeing a living soul. Many rooms were locked, and what was inside was unknown.

"Further up, in the great uncle’s generation, there are only two great uncles left. At present, it’s just the three of us here, so you have no need to be afraid at all. I heard that you have practiced martial arts since childhood. The three of us all have varying degrees of disability, not your match. Oh, and the one who met you at the door just now is the housekeeper here, you can just call him Uncle Cai."

Wu Liang turned back and gave Sang Que a gentle smile, on the surface, looking just like a kind elder.

"This place is not large, and because of special reasons, we can’t supply electricity, and there’s no network either, which indeed makes it unsuitable to live in. However, the mansion must have someone to guard it, and that’s why a few of us stayed behind. If you don’t want to stay here afterward, that’s fine. I can get you a piece of land in the village at the foot of the mountain to build a house you like."

Sang Que stopped walking, "Why don’t you say what you really mean? I’m not here for a family reunion."

Wu Liang turned around, the two stood in the corridor, beside a courtyard overgrown with weeds.

Wu Liang gave a bitter smile, "You didn’t grow up here, I don’t know how much you know about your own affairs. Perhaps you also have some misunderstandings about us, these require time to resolve."

Sang Que squinted, "What if I don’t have time?"

Wu Liang was very patient, showing no anger whatsoever, "Surely you’ve been to the other world, right? Did you know, without our Wushi family’s existence, this world wouldn’t be in its current prosperous state, it might become even more chaotic than that side. We seek neither fame nor wealth, living in this dilapidated Ancient House, just for guarding."

"Not seeking fame or wealth, then what you seek must be greater than fame or wealth." Sang Que said mercilessly.

Wu Liang lowered his head and chuckled, "Alright, let’s not talk about this problem, I can see you are resistant to everything about us. How about this, stay here for a night, you’ll see your two great uncles tomorrow, and then we can discuss what to do next?"

After saying that, Wu Liang pushed open the door of the room beside them and went in. Sang Que quickly followed, but when she reached the doorway, she found the room empty, Wu Liang had just disappeared like that.

No need to think, Sang Que knew she was now trapped in this Ancient House, surely unable to find her way out.

Maybe Wu Liang was still waiting for her to explore the Ancient House, then arrange some things to scare her, letting her know that even if she was a Witch, even if she mastered special abilities, they were useless here.

First, give a show of force, then negotiate, all by the book, no sincerity!

Sang Que was in no hurry at all, abiding by the spirit of sleeping where one falls, she didn’t even think about exploring the Ancient House.

Sang Que surveyed the pitch-dark room, there was a table and bed, and even that kind of vintage dressing table commonly seen in ghost movies, looking creepy.

Sang Que went to the window, tore off a piece of curtain fabric, covered the dressing table mirror, and found that the bed in the room was actually very clean, the bedding was all new, and not damp. She lied down directly.

Previously, it was always her rescuing others, this time, let others come to rescue her.

Rumble!

Silvery lightning slashed across the night sky, enhancing the eerie atmosphere of the entire Ancient House.

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At the foot of the mountain, Wu Family Village.

Wu Cheng finally returned home once, sitting in the courtyard of the homestay, chatting with her parents, occasionally glancing towards the mountain, a bit worried for Sang Que.

In Sang Que’s room, her bulging backpack was placed on the bed, suddenly began to move on its own, as if something inside was struggling to come out, but didn’t know how to open the bag.

The backpack inflated and rolled off the bed, the zipper was shaken open a tiny bit, a tuft of jet-black hair emerged from inside, accompanied by muttering.

"Sister said, pulling something called a zipper can open this strange bag, zipper, zipper, where is it?"

The tuft of hair acted like a small tentacle, curling and pulling all over the bag, finally finding the zipper after a long time, and pulled hard.

"Ah! Ouch, ouch!"

Enduring the pain of hair getting pinched, the backpack’s zipper finally opened, and a mass of black hair gushed out, gathering and rising on the spot, gradually forming the shape of a gentle young girl, her body covered by thick fog-like black hair in critical areas, her big eyes blinking with curiosity around.

"What’s this?"

Xia Chan squatted by the bedside, cautiously poking the bedside lamp with her finger.

Xia Chan blew a breath towards the lamp, but it didn’t go out. Xia Chan laughed foolishly, turning her head to see the neatly folded clothes on the bed, looked down at herself, her cheeks turning red with shyness.

After some effort, Xia Chan finally put on the tracksuit Sang Que left behind. She was a head shorter than Sang Que, the clothes were long in both sleeves and legs on her body.

After getting dressed, Xia Chan slung the painting and backpack left by Sang Que over her back, closed her eyes, and a strand of hair on her head slowly lifted, stretching towards the direction of Lishi Mountain.

She could still sense Sang Que’s position, Xia Chan breathed a sigh of relief, just afraid Sang Que was trapped in some strange place.

Having prepared everything, Xia Chan obediently sat at the edge of the bed, long sleeves draped over her knees, looking like a student ready to head out.

Meanwhile, outside in the courtyard chatting with her family, Wu Cheng’s phone vibrated; as the person on the other end spoke, Wu Cheng immediately stood up straight, her face serious.

After saying a few words, Wu Cheng frowned, glanced at her parents who were bewildered, and ultimately, resolutely declared into the phone, "I promise to complete the task!"

After hanging up, Wu Cheng apologized to her parents, turned, and headed toward the room Sang Que had stayed in during the day.

Upon opening the door and seeing there was indeed someone inside, Wu Cheng’s eyes widened in surprise.

This was the first floor, the windows had security bars, she had personally watched Sang Que enter alone and leave alone. She’d been in the courtyard since then and hadn’t seen anyone else enter, she had even specifically taken note of Sang Que’s luggage inside.

Now this girl, with astonishing hair volume, eyes full of innocent starlight, grinning foolishly at her, where on earth did she come from?