The Su Liangyuan in front of him was completely different from the Su Liangyuan who was kneeling on the ground crying and holding the strong man's legs to beg for help to save his son, except for his facial features. His temperament and body shape were completely different. It was like a completely different person.

A chilly and biting breath came like a tide, instantly trapping the mulberry bird. It was the evil fog!

It was thicker and more dangerous than Yin Tong's evil fog. In the blink of an eye, only gray fog was left around, and everything disappeared.

Sang Que stepped back subconsciously and was on guard. The oppressive feeling at this moment made her dare not even breathe, just like when she was powerless and faced Yan Daozi's scrutiny for the first time.

You can't act rashly. If you move, the other party will surely attack and kill you, and you may not be able to escape from the evil fog he created.

Sang Que hugged Xuan Yu tightly and comforted him secretly, mobilizing all his brain cells to think about the current situation.

The identity of the person who came was unknown, and the situation was unclear. He mentioned Yan Daozi, so he must have known Yan Daozi, but why did he come to her? Tie Jian!

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Su Liangyuan stopped and Sang Que immediately became alert. He saw a dark figure dressed as a servant at the intersection ahead, carrying a bloody human head as a lantern and walking slowly towards him.

Su Liangyuan opened his eyes in surprise, and nodded slightly, "It's true. Your master asked me to find an easy-to-control evil spirit for his previous disciple Ming Zhang. I guess you need one too, right?"

"I killed him!" Sang Que looked calm.

Su Liangyuan seemed to be touched by Sang Que, and his emotions were agitated. "But this storyteller is too powerful, there is no way to solve it." Sang Que said deliberately.

Su Liangyuan smiled, "Of course. Too many people died in the Ming Mansion. Because of the storyteller's intervention, all the dead people became ghosts. It's easy to catch one that suits you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the evil fog around him dissipated in an instant, and Su Liangyuan disappeared in front of Sang Que, and footsteps sounded from behind her.

Su Liangyuan snorted coldly, "He is just a sorcerer under the throne of the fallen evil god. His methods are a bit treacherous, but there are ways to crack them. Come with me, I will tell you in detail on the way. Keep an eye on your cat and don't scare the dirty things in the Ming Mansion."

Sang Que froze in place, a chill running straight to his head.

Su Liangyuan and Yan Daozi must be planning to steal the storyteller's incense burner.

"Fear can enhance the story's ability to influence reality, and the storyteller's ability is not obtained for nothing. Any power must be paid for at a corresponding price. Once the story begins, the storyteller's life will be consumed bit by bit, and he will be attacked by various diseases."

"Don't keep up!"

Sang Que's eyes lit up. He didn't expect it to be so simple. However, it might not be easy to find the storyteller hiding in the dark.

Su Liangyuan looked back at her and snorted, "As a woman, you have the opportunity to become Yan Daozi's disciple, but you must seize the opportunity to learn well, it will bring you endless benefits."

"Do you know what you are here for?" Su Liangyuan asked.

The iron sword in her hand belongs to Yan Daozi! Yan Daozi's information about the storyteller came from an old friend of his, who must be Su Liangyuan in front of him. He and Yan Daozi had made an appointment to meet here to find the storyteller together.

Yan Daozi gave her a lot of good things, even though he was unwilling.

Su Liangyuan stretched his neck to look for a moment, and continued to move forward after making sure it was safe. "The incense holder that can represent the identity of the storyteller is a mask. As long as we can take away his mask, he will naturally lose the ability to write stories. This is the main way to deal with him."

Su Liangyuan curled his lips smugly, very satisfied with Sang Que's frightened reaction, and led her out through the small door in the backyard as if he was familiar with the route.

It would be better to follow Su Liangyuan first and get information from the storyteller and Ming Mansion.

Sang Que was in a bad mood, and he couldn't suppress the murderous intent in his heart. He wished he could take out his butcher knife and kill Su Liangyuan with one blow.

"Any story must have three main points: plot, events, and characters. If we break it down further, it's time, place, conflict, characters, and ending."

Su Liangyuan had one hand behind his back, holding something unknown. His entire body was shrouded in a misty gray fog. He squinted his eyes to examine Sang Que, then took a deep look at the black jade in her arms.

If Sang Que hadn't known that becoming a ghost walker was 99% accidental and luck, she would have really believed Su Liangyuan's lies. How many ignorant people have they deceived with this excuse? Judging from the fact that Yan Daozi called him "senior brother" in the letter, Su Liangyuan was probably also a Taoist disciple, or a ghost walker, and the evil spirit he controlled had the same evil mist as the ghost boy.

Sang Que took out Yan Daozi's Dao Bell from his bag again, "Master told me not to ask around, just say someone saw his sword and Dao Bell and will come to pick him up."

The Su Liangyuan who was talking to her just now was a fake. The real Su Liangyuan had been behind her all the time, but she didn't notice it at all. Yin Tong didn't react, and Xuan Yu didn't react either. If she had attacked Su Liangyuan just now, the consequences would have been disastrous.

Sang Que asked again, "Does the storyteller's story have to be seen by someone in order to happen, or can it be done by just writing it down?"

After all, as long as you get the incense burner, you can replace it. Who wouldn't be tempted? As for counterfeiting the incense burner, I'm afraid it won't work, otherwise everyone can be a storyteller.

Overall, he is stronger than Yan Daozi, and is probably about the same strength as her. So Su Liangyuan's evil mist is the third level of evil mist. Is there any new change? Otherwise, how could he stay in Ming Mansion for a day and a night without any trouble? Of course, what he said to his son before might also be a lie.

"The nine brides alone are enough for you to choose from. If you are able to capture the freak Miss of the Ming family, you will be able to establish a connection with the God of the Ming family. You will have unlimited potential."

The purpose of finding her now is obvious.

"So each of his stories will not be too long, and he must appear at the end of the story, give a conclusion that echoes the story's purpose, and announce the end of the story, so that the price he has to bear can stop."

People like Yan Daozi have the habit of raising an apprentice as a pathfinder. The son that Su Liangyuan mentioned before must be the apprentice he sacrificed.

Sang Que can only pray that Xia Chan and the others will be smarter. She can hardly protect herself now and can't take care of too much!

"Don't talk nonsense. I came here to find the storyteller. Otherwise, I would have escaped long ago. Now the story of Ming Mansion is in progress. When it comes to the end, the storyteller will surely show up. That will be a good time to catch him."

Sang Que felt like he was in a Chinese class, with a ticking sound in his head...ah!

The show was performed in front for the three strong men of the outlaws, probably to lure people in to explore the way.

Sang Que showed an urgent look, "Do you have any ideas?"

"Which level of Jiuyou is it?"

But she is still under the side effects of recovery. She must remember her mother's advice and not make decisions when she is emotional. She must be wary of Su Liangyuan, who, like Yan Daozi, has multiple cards up his sleeve.

“Here…here!”

"I see."

"Uncle Master," Sang Que called him tentatively. Su Liangyuan did not refute, so she continued, "What is the current situation of the Ming Mansion? Are you trapped too?"

"Every story must have an ending, and the ending must correspond to the purpose of the story. The purpose of the storytellers of Jiuge is always to 'punish evil and promote good'. The tone of the story must be horrifying, and this will not change."

The reason why I was not killed by the curse just now must be that Yan Daozi gave me something to save my life. Yan Daozi has a lot of good things!

"Did the incense burner give him that identity?" Sang Que asked.

“As for the latter, once it is written down, the power of the story will invisibly push the characters mentioned and slowly change the places mentioned.”

Sang Que let Xuan Yu lie on her shoulder and keep quiet. She quickly followed with the iron sword in hand, "You haven't read many books."

Su Liangyuan's evil fog is likely to be one level higher than Yin Tong's, and has a strong suppressing effect on her. After Yin Tong is promoted, she will definitely be able to do what he can do.

Su Liangyuan glanced at Dao Ling and nodded slightly. The evil fog around him dissipated a little. He thought to himself that Yan Daozi was a coward, as timid as a mouse. He always let others explore the way for him and ran away faster than anyone else when something happened.

"Storytellers may seem scary, but in fact, there are many restrictions on storytelling. First of all, he must be a storyteller recognized by the world, so that what he writes can have an impact on reality."

“Just entered the second floor.”

Yan Daozi did not tell Wan Xiangtou of the ghost troupe about her affairs, and maybe he didn't tell anyone else either.

Yan Daozi still has some conscience since he didn't leak out his information casually.

Su Liangyuan continued, "The storyteller's story must also be based on real events, and a reasonable extension and continuation. It must be logical and reasonable, so that people will believe it will happen when they see it. It cannot be written randomly."

Su Liangyuan's eyes flashed with surprise, and then he laughed, "Didn't Yan Daozi tell you about me?"

Sang Que nodded, "Look for a storyteller."

"Have you ever written a story?" Su Liangyuan asked as he walked in front, his hands hidden in his sleeves, feeling like he was pinching something.

"Yan Daozi is your master? Isn't his disciple a man? His name is Mingzhang?"

If the method Yan Daozi told him about pretending to be an evil spirit and deceiving it was not really effective and reduced the chances of him being attacked by the evil spirit, he would not have bothered to help Yan Daozi.

You can try to trick him first! Sang Que quickly hid the surprise in his eyes, pretended to be puzzled, and was obviously on guard, "My master asked me to come in first to explore the way."

Yan Daozi's previous disciple had won him high praise. Since this one was able to kill the previous one and take his place, he must be superior in character and aptitude.

Sang Que understood that the beginning and end of the story must have clear symbols, otherwise it would be a waste of life.

In this strange world, no power is gained for free. Sang Que began to hesitate whether to tell his mother about the storyteller.

etc!

Will the stories my mother is writing now also affect her lifespan?

(End of this chapter)