The fog had not yet dissipated and the surroundings were completely silent, with only the rustling sound of flying paper scraps.

Sangque's stomach was cramping, and his whole body was shrunken at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if all his strength had been drained away. He developed an extreme desire for food, and his eyes were glowing green as he looked at Yintong, which scared Yintong so much that he quickly dodged to a grave mound in the distance.

At that moment, Yin Tong felt that Sang Que really wanted to eat her.

Extreme hunger does not erase a person's sanity. Sang Que hurriedly used the purifying power of the Kan hexagram to eliminate the negative effects of the starving ghost on her body. Her skin regained its luster and the feeling of hunger quickly disappeared.

However, she still had a lingering desire for blood, and her skin was pale and bloodless. This was because after using the resuscitation technique, she consumed her Qi and blood to accelerate recovery, causing some loss of Qi and blood.

Sang Que swallowed her saliva, glanced at Yin Tong, and asked her to come back. Next, she would use Yin Tong's ghost eyes to check some things.

Yin Tong returned to Sang Que's body obediently only after she made sure that Sang Que no longer showed the look of wanting to eat her.

Sang Que asked Chi Gui to go back to the painting and look at the house where the paper-maker was imprisoned. The ghost bride's bare feet were still on the two flagpole poles. After Wu Sheng died, the flagpole poles that had been shaking and struggling also became quiet.

Sang Que knew with a quick glance using his ghost eyes that there were indeed two ghost slaves with the strength of the early fourth level in the flag. They were both martial artists with superb martial arts in their local opera troupe. They were spotted by the martial artists of the ghost opera troupe and killed by the paper-folding craftsman.

The flag is an important prop in the opera troupe. The helmet and box department of the ghost opera troupe has a way to make the ghost slave into a flag.

The ghost slave in the flag is controlled by the paper-folding craftsman. She can now stamp the paper-folding craftsman with the ghost slave seal and turn him into a ghost slave like the red ghost and the strange bride.

But in this way, she can no longer control any zombie through the red ghost.

Whether to pursue quality or quantity, Sangque still needs to consider carefully.

In addition to the two supporting flags, there is also a big Guandao left. It can even block the Baipidao that He Buning gave to Sang Que, which shows that this big Guandao is not simple.

After Sang Que used Yin Tong's ghost eyes to check, he found that the knife had been in the hands of many martial artists and circulated to many opera troupes. It could give martial artists inexplicable confidence and allow them to perform wonderful martial arts on the stage.

But without exception, these troupes eventually met with misfortune, and all their members died, with no one escaping.

The martial artist's stage is formed by this big Guandao. Its side effect is that it can accumulate bad luck, and the accumulation process will not have any effect on people at all. It will only wait for the most appropriate time and suddenly explode.

Judging from Wu Sheng’s death, he was only one kill away from entering the fifth floor, but he met her. It was indeed a huge misfortune.

Sang Que cannot use this great Guan Dao by herself. It would be terrible if she were to be doomed to die one day. It would be better for her to use it with the ghost she controls.

But who should they give it to? The Yin Tong couldn't even touch the blade when he jumped, the Gui Xin Niang just wanted her embroidered shoes and hairpin back, and the Chi Gui could use her own nails that were tainted with corpse poison.

After thinking about it, Sang Que temporarily threw the big Guandao into the painting and placed it in a separate room. After she enslaved the paper-folding craftsman, she would continue to let the paper-folding craftsman use it.

The paper-folding craftsman's main job was paper-folding, and his side job was a martial artist in an opera troupe. However, his martial arts skills were so average that he was booed every time he went on stage.

The paper-folding artist was full of resentment and was unhappy, so he made a room full of paper dolls in his yard. He used the paper dolls to perform a martial arts play with himself, and finally burned himself to death on the stage.

During the period after his death, people often died in the local paper-making troupe, and after death their bodies were covered with paper and appeared on the stage.

After collecting the spoils, Sang Que looked at the palm of his hand. This time, three hexagrams were consumed, so it would be best to complete them before officially entering the ghost realm.

“Work!”

Sangque spread out his ghost domain, covering the entire mass grave. The red lines in the ghost domain appeared out of thin air, wrapped around those black shadows and devoured them completely.

At this moment, a piece of soil suddenly fell from a grave in the center of the mass grave. Yin Tong immediately flashed over and looked at it with his ghost eyes wide open.

A hand suddenly stretched out from below, and the armor on the arm was the same style as the armor of the Jingzhou soldiers seen before.

Sang Que's expression froze, and she let Yin Tong return to her body first. There was still a mole on her face. Wu Sheng recognized her before because of Yin Tong beside her.

The strange bride was also taken back. Sang Que held the knife in one hand and the painting in the other, and slowly walked to the grave mound that was constantly splitting apart.

After a while, a tall and thin man in his thirties crawled out from inside. He had an obvious ghostly aura and was definitely a ghost.

When the man came out, he suddenly saw Sangque and thought it was a ghost. He was so scared that he turned around and ran away.

Sang Que teleported in front of him, "Are you from the Jingzhou Army?"

As soon as Sang Que opened his mouth, the man was sure that Sang Que was not a ghost. After looking at him tremblingly, he asked, "Who are you? There is a martial artist from a ghost troupe here who has killed many of our people."

"Don't worry, I've already killed that Wusheng!"

Sang Que said expressionlessly, raising his chin slightly, motioning the man to look far behind him.

The man swallowed hard, turned around and saw a headless corpse in the mist. He couldn't tell if it was the martial artist from before, but the evil mist around him was indeed much thinner, and he no longer heard the strange opera tune.

Was he really killed by her? Who is this woman? She is so powerful, could she be from Jiuge? A man who knows the times is a hero. After a brief thought, the man lowered his posture and bowed to Sangque.

"Lady, you are so kind, you saved my life by getting rid of harm for the people. My surname is Deng, and I am the Night Patrol Envoy of Jingzhou. If you are willing to help me find General Qiu, the hidden general of Jingzhou, and pass on important information to him, General Qiu will definitely reward you handsomely."

As Deng Shi breathed and moved, grave soil fell from his nostrils and all over his body.

He was even nervous when he said this. There was no important intelligence. It was true that he and Qi Feng had been separated from the army. Moreover, they had lost a hundred people, including Qi Feng.

If the ghost he controlled had not allowed him to fake his death for a short period of time and turn into a grave on the spot without being noticed, he would not be alive today.

You won’t lose your life when you return, but you will definitely be punished.

"good!"

Sang Que agreed decisively. She was going to find Qiu Wanjun anyway, and it would be great to have someone lead the way.

"Do you know where General Qiu's army is?" Sang Que asked.

Deng Shi was about to shake his head, but when he saw Sang Que's eyes narrowed, he shuddered inexplicably and said quickly, "I... I can give it a try. There used to be a martial artist from a ghost theater troupe guarding this place. It must be some kind of important pass. If that martial artist was really killed by the female hero, maybe the obstacle that blocked the pass has disappeared, and this mass grave is no longer as inaccessible as before."

(End of this chapter)