Modern, New Year's Eve.

Sang Wan changed the bedclothes in the living room to a set of red ones, placed dried fruits on the coffee table, and turned on the TV to play a special program before the Spring Festival Gala.

"Come on, General. Mommy will also change your collar for you today and give you a big red envelope tomorrow morning, okay?"

Sang Wan squatted in front of the general and changed his collar. The name tag on the collar was specially chosen with a golden "Fu" character on one side, which gave it a strong New Year atmosphere.

Woof! Woof woof!

The general liked it very much and leaned over to lick Sang Wan.

After laughing for a while, Sang Wan looked towards Sang Que's room. He said he would come back in the afternoon, but it was almost eight o'clock in the evening. What delayed him?

Sang Wan let go of Sang Que and glanced at her whole body.

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Sang Que's hands were very cold, so cold that they didn't look like living people's hands, which made Sang Wan's heart tremble.

Unable to withstand the cold wind, Mo Yanshu closed the window. When he turned around, he saw a wooden puppet in the room, standing beside the table, facing him with its painted face and making a strange, hoarse voice.

After the dishes were prepared and laid out, Xu Shufen sat down to rest and glanced at the clock on the wall.

They said that the Ghost Troupe was just a group of low-class actors and a mob, and they were far inferior to Yin Tong, a high-level evil ghost who could destroy two cities with one move. They said that the Ghost Troupe wanted to use Yin Tong to become famous, which was simply shameless.

The general was very smart and was able to come back by himself. He lived in the same community, not far away.

But now, even if the ghost troupe came out and claimed responsibility for the ghost disaster in Wangshan City, no one would believe it. Those ignorant people would only believe the notice posted by the Evil Suppression Department! This morning, their subordinates went to the notice board and tried to say that it was the work of the ghost troupe, but they were ridiculed by the crowd.

"And Liu Tianyou, I was the one who called him to Wangshan City, and he died too. I was the one who killed him. Mom, I'm so sad. What should I have done to prevent this from happening? Mom, it hurts so much, it hurts so much..."

It's just like the incense burner of the Exorcist's Office can absorb the people's incense as a whole, and then distribute it to everyone through the mask.

In this way, if there is any inconvenience at home, she can move the box to another place to reduce the risk of the mulberry bird being exposed.

Sang Que started crying as soon as she saw Sang Wan, "Mom, they are all dead, all dead, Yu Da is dead, Kou Yushan is dead, Cui Cheng and Fifth Brother are all dead, I can't save them, I can only watch them die, I am so sad..."

When this incident was mentioned, everyone praised the female night tourer for being as brave as any man. Compared with other people on the notice, the three words "female night tourer" were more topical, especially since she was written in the first place, and it was obvious that she had made the greatest contribution.

Sang Wan took two slices of beef from the table and fed them to the general, pretending to be relaxed.

After the general sent Xu Shufen out, Sang Wan could no longer suppress his panic and went to Sang Que's room to check the big box that she used when she left.

Sang Wan smiled and said, "Maybe the plane is delayed. Now the phone is turned off, so it probably hasn't landed yet."

The sick Mo Yanshu, wearing a thick cloak, sat by the window on the second floor of the restaurant, holding a small hand warmer, looking at the streets below decorated with lights and lanterns, but there was no New Year atmosphere at all.

The cold wind made Mo Yanshu cough. The discussion among the people below gradually became more and more lively. They were all talking about the ghost disaster caused by the Yin Tong in Wangshan City last night, and the only female night wanderer in the Suppression of Evils Bureau.

"mom……"

She now has no idea what happened or where it happened. Even if she wants to use the method of reference, the scope is too general and many people will be included in it, and the story may not be able to focus on Sang Que.

Who is shameless?! The man was reported to the Suppression of Evil by enthusiastic citizens, and now the daily patrol officers of the Suppression of Evil are searching the whole county to arrest him.

Although she felt that this was unreasonable, after all, her identity as a storyteller was recognized by the modern world, and the result could not influence the modern world, which was illogical.

"Maybe I'll be even busier in the future." Sang Wan smiled bitterly, "I won't wait for her. It's a good thing for my child to have her own career. As a mother, I can't let her worry. I'll just adapt to her work pace from now on. Aunt Xu, one of us will go."

Sang Wan hugged Sang Que in her arms and said, "It's okay, it will be okay, don't be like this, it hurts somewhere, are you injured? Tell mom and I'll take you to the hospital."

As a result, all the benefits went to Yin Tong. Originally, this power of fear could have enhanced the overall strength of the ghost troupe.

Something must have happened to Xiao Que! Sang Wan's legs went weak, and he fell to the ground as soon as he stood up, knocking over the dried fruits on the table.

Even the sky is covered with haze.

"…We gather together to bid farewell to the old and usher in the new, celebrating the coming of the new year together…"

The Ghost Theater Troupe fought in the battle of Wangshan City, and even their leader Wan Hongtu from Qinzhou was sacrificed, not to mention the manpower and material resources they had previously prepared. It can be said that they were seriously injured.

But she can't write about modern things either.

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The Spring Festival Gala was halfway through and Xu Shufen was too old to continue and wanted to go back home to rest early. Sang Wan asked the general to send Xu Shufen back.

Xu Shufen nodded, "Being a star is tiring. There's no holiday during Chinese New Year, and we still have to rush through announcements."

The puppet remained silent.

"What on earth happened?"

Sang Wan strode over and looked at Sang Que with concern. Her clothes were dirty and torn, her hair was covered with dust, her face was covered with traces of blood and tears, her skin was pale, and her lips were chapped, it was a horrible sight.

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Sang Wan couldn't hear the sound coming from the TV, and couldn't see the host's enthusiastic face. All she could think about was the last moment before she woke up from the dream, the bloody hole in Sang Que's chest, with no heart inside. Sang Wan covered her mouth, and couldn't stop crying.

Sang Que’s real name cannot be written directly on paper. Even the storyteller himself doesn’t dare to write it, for fear that something terrible will happen if he does.

Hearing the puppeteer's words, Mo Yanshu shrugged and chuckled, "I can only make the whole thing happen. As for how it will turn out after it happens, I can't control it. A righteous man will have many helpers. I can only say that you are unlucky."

Sang Wan rubbed the general's head and went to the kitchen to help.

She paused again while thinking about how to start writing.

Sang Wan was anxious and ran to the study to take out the papers that Sang Que brought her. She put the paper with the mountain ghost token on top and prayed sincerely to the witch to give her some inspiration.

"You can play by yourself. Mom will go help Aunt Xu cook."

Sang Wan gasped and sat up suddenly from the sofa. His ears were ringing sharply, the world was spinning, and his heart was pounding.

Sang Wan didn't know the deeper reason. She just wanted Sang Que to come back, intact and well.

Ding Dong! The cell phone rang. Sang Wan glanced over and trembled all over.

"Wan Xiangtou is dead, and the corpse nest is nowhere to be found. Everything we have done has helped Yin Tong. You'd better give an explanation to the God of Drama."

*Ghost Dynasty, New Year's Day.

The power of fear is a negative incense. The more people are afraid of the ghost troupe, the stronger the power the ghost troupe gets through the masks.

Enduring the pain, Sang Wan got up again and ran to the study, tremblingly taking out the paper that Sang Que brought back from the Gui Dynasty.

Mo Yanshu coughed twice and said, "Now that things have failed, you'd better stay quiet for a while, wait for the situation to calm down, and then plan an uprising. By then, I will help you."

"Little bird!"

Sang Wan opened his drink and clinked glasses with Xu Shufen to celebrate the New Year.

"Why hasn't Xiaoque come back yet?"

Xu Shufen was wearing an apron and cooking fish. She had already ordered dishes from the restaurant, but the older generation was not used to this and insisted that she at least cook two dishes herself to create a New Year atmosphere.

“Junior brother, in order to protect her, you have even learned to go against the iron rule of the Evil Suppression Division and made such a big fuss. How will you feel when you find out that she is the sister you wanted to kill? Interesting, cough, cough, cough!”

Just after he finished praying, he heard a noise outside. Sang Wan immediately stood up and rushed to the living room. When he saw the person who suddenly appeared in the living room, his heart trembled.

Tears of blood flowed from Sang Que's eyes, and he slowly raised his hand to open his clothes.

The man and the puppet looked at each other for a moment. Mo Yanshu lowered his head and coughed twice. When he looked up again, the puppet had disappeared.

Clank, clank, clank…

"Knives, scissors, rouge, jewelry, and sundries~~"

From outside came the sound of a peddler shaking a rattle and shouting to sell his goods. Mo Yanshu chuckled, picked up his folding fan and left the restaurant.

(End of this chapter)