I become a god in another world

Chapter 265 Crisis Pause
Chapter 265

Liu Huacheng's law of evil ghosts can erase physical objects in the world by smearing or writing without contacting people.

From the erased hem of the ghost mother's clothes and the dimmed image of the ghost's body, it is enough to see the invincibility of Liu Huacheng's killing method.

It hasn't even gotten back its companion yet.

Once the 'Book' falls back into Liu Huacheng's hands and the ghost body is pieced together, it will have few opponents in this world.

Liu Huacheng cannot be allowed to recover!

Zhao Fusheng pursed his lips tightly and his eyes became determined.

The main beam above the main hall of Confucius Temple was wiped away, and the large and small horizontal beams and tiles supported on the main beam lost their stability one by one and fell down one after another.

The strict structure of the temple began to loosen.

The middle section of the temple roof has lost its pillars and is about to collapse.

But the evil spirit that caused all these disasters was not moved.

It lay expressionlessly on the ghost door, still maintaining the appearance it had before death, with a 'pen-holding' hand still daubing in the void.

'Bang! clang! '

In an instant, the sandstone bricks and tiles fell one by one, the walls began to collapse, and a large number of beams and wooden pillars disappeared mysteriously following the ghost's movements.

The temple began to collapse from the upper floors, and the ground of the entire Confucius Temple kept shaking, and the movement was alarming.

But these falling flying sand and stones will be erased from this world before they completely fall to the ground.

The shrines in the temple, the benches with the coffins, and the desks dedicated to the two ghosts—everything in the Confucius Temple was erased one by one.

'Bang bang bang. '

The entire Confucius Temple began to shake violently, the wooden frame structure upstairs sank inwards, and a large number of timbers broke off.

This battle caused the Confucius Temple to shake.

The two benches holding the red coffin were also shaking under such movement.

Although the ghost troupe in the red coffin was restrained by the mark of the door god and did not revive again to cause trouble, these paper figures were still clinging to the inner wall of the coffin, holding hands, forming a circle, and accompanying Liu Huacheng. .

After the headless ghost was taken away from this place by Liu Yizhen, the existence of the ghost paper man and Liu Huacheng formed a certain mutual restraint.

However, the paper figures left behind by the paper man Zhang were only used to confuse Zhao Fusheng, not the ghost theater troupe itself, and could not truly restrain Liu Huacheng, who would be a disaster if he died.

While Liu Huacheng has not fully recovered——

Zhao Fusheng held the ghost door panel in his hand and pressed it down from the top of the red coffin that had turned into a 'ghost frame'!

The two ghost door panels moved up and down to trap Liu Huacheng.

The forces on the ghost door panels cooperated with each other, and countless thick black blood dripped from the ghost door panels above and fell into the ghost door panels below, forming a ghost net, trapping Liu Huacheng in it.

Liu Huacheng, who was writing in the void, was restrained by these two fierce things and stopped moving.

The Confucius Temple, which was disappearing, immediately stopped disappearing.

The entire shaking space seemed to be quiet for a moment.

Then——

'Swish, swish, swish. '

Sand and gravel of various sizes fell to the ground, making a roaring sound, breaking the moment of silence.

Liu Huacheng, who was trapped by two ghost doors, was not completely suppressed.

Strange red light overflowed like water from the blood-threaded gaps on the four sides of the door panel. Under this red light, the blood-threads connected to the door panel were corroded, and a 'click-click' sound came from inside.

It was as if someone was clawing at the ghost door with his fingernails, trying to escape from the trap of the evil thing.

Immediately afterwards, the incomparably hard and fierce thing seemed to turn into a piece of soft cotton in an instant.

Under Zhao Fusheng's gaze, the dark ghost door turned from black to red, and even became somewhat transparent.

An unsettling red light came out from the other side of the door panel. At first it was only located at the center point, but then the red light quickly expanded and spread to the entire ghost door panel.

'Crack--'

The scratching sounds from below became more and more intense, and Zhao Fusheng felt that the evil ghost suppressing him below seemed to be pushing violently. The force was so strong that even with the strength of a ghost controller, she could not hold him down.

Seeing that the door panel was about to be opened, Zhao Fusheng tried his best to crawl forward with his whole body.

But Liu Huacheng was not suppressed by her brute force.

Its hands are still moving!

Under the fierce struggle of Li Gui, although the ghost door panel was not penetrated by Liu Huacheng for the time being, its power seemed to melt a lot of the hard and fierce things.

The imprints of a pair of ghost hands lifted the door panel high, making it seem like there was a relief on the surface of the door panel, and the relief was still moving.

The originally static space continued to slowly disappear as the relief slowly moved.

From fine particles of dust to bricks and wood particles.

Can't hesitate any longer!

"The door god returns!"

After Zhao Fusheng found that he could not suppress Liu Huacheng with only the most powerful thing, he changed his mind and forcibly asked the door god to return to his position.

There was a flash of black energy on the two ghosts with stern faces - and then the figure of the ghost father disappeared on the spot. When the ghost father appeared again, he was already lying upright on the shaking ghost door panel.

The ghost father's face was thin, his skin was dry, and the black energy and ghost evil spirits were revealed from his terrifying face.

After he lay down on the ghost door, his ghost body gradually merged with the evil thing.

The sound of clawing under the ghost door was suppressed with the visit of ghosts and gods.

The ghost figure wearing a cyan shroud blended with the ghost door panel, and the ghost's figure sank and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

As soon as Zhao's father's ghostly figure disappeared, there was a flash of blood, and the ghost mother's figure appeared again above the ghost door.

The two ghosts clamped Liu Huacheng up and down, and Liu Huacheng, who was extremely fierce before, was completely restrained.

The movement under the door panel disappeared, and a terrible disaster was restrained by Zhao Fusheng's thunderous means in the brewing stage.

The existence of the ghost door panel replaced the broken coffin lid, suppressing the revived Liu Huacheng again.

The outgoing ghost energy has subsided, but the Confucius Temple destroyed by the law of evil ghosts can no longer be restored.

You cannot stay here any longer.

Zhao Fusheng glanced at the red coffin that was riddled with holes in front of him. His eyes lingered on the ghost door panel for a moment, and then he turned around and rushed out without hesitation.

……

Outside the Confucius Temple, Liu Yizhen and Kuai Manzhou had already come out first.

At this time, Liu Yizhen was carrying a strange black coffin on his shoulders, looking anxiously in the direction of the Confucius Temple.

Kuai Manzhou was flying in the air with her feet not touching the ground, her long hair flying, her lips pursed tightly, and her eyes had turned blood red.

Within the sight of the two of them, the temple began to break, and the roof of the temple, which used to be magnificent, began to collapse, and they saw that it was about to collapse.

Although Zhao Fusheng talks about controlling ghosts, she is not a ghost after all. Once she is buried in the collapsed ruins, her skin will be shed even if she does not die.

"I——" Liu Yizhen gradually lost his calm. He was about to speak when he heard Kuai Manzhou's voice:

"coming!"

As soon as the child finished speaking, he saw a figure rushing out of the Confucius Temple.

As the figure rushed out, a deafening sound sounded: Boom!

Along with this sound, a huge impact caused dust and mist to fly away.

Countless long thin black threads suddenly flew out of Kuai Manzhou's body, entangled the figure who was caught in the airflow, and pulled her in the direction of the two of them.

Zhao Fusheng took advantage of the little girl's pull to avoid the chaotic rain of sand and stones, and landed in front of Liu Yizhen and Kuai Manzhou.

She was now in a state of embarrassment, and her wrist was broken at a weird angle.

Red wood chips and sand particles fell into her hair. Her face was pale, and there was no trace of blood on her lips.

Liu Yizhen saw no obvious scars on her appearance, but when fighting a ghost, the absence of external injuries does not necessarily mean that there are no fatal internal injuries.

Wan'an County was abandoned by the court at this time, and most of the people fled. At this time, they were injured, and they probably had to rely on themselves to hold on.

Fortunately, Zhao Fusheng is the master of ghosts.

The power of Li Gui makes her physically strong. As long as her injuries are not fatal, she will recover.

Even so, Liu Yizhen still asked: "Are you okay?" As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Zhao Fusheng's wrist swinging.

After 50 merit points were deducted, under the influence of the Conferred Gods List, her bones that were torn apart by Liu Huacheng's ghost hands were straightened one by one with powerful force.

Seeing this strange scene in Liu Yizhen's eyes, she forcibly grabbed her broken arm and reattached it in a very rough and direct way.

The "click" sound of the bones being straightened made Liu Yizhen's hair stand on end, and his eyes suddenly changed when he looked at Zhao Fusheng.

"you--"

"fine."

Zhao Fusheng shook his hand.

The merit points of the God List are really useful. Once the injury was repaired, she could no longer feel the pain and her arm was back to its original state.

"It's just that the Confucius Temple was damaged——"

Moreover, there is no way to repair the damaged main beam.

When Liu Yizhen heard this, he said without hesitation:
"If it's destroyed, it's destroyed. As long as people are fine and ghost disasters don't break out, it'll be fine."

Zhao Fusheng nodded.

Her eyes fell on the coffin carried by Liu Yizhen, the sharpness in her eyes softened slightly, and she said:
"Let's go back to the carriage first and talk as we go."

After saying that, she took Kuai Manzhou's hand.

This was the first time that she took the initiative to hold the little girl, and the child's originally cold expression froze.

After a long while, her face finally showed a childish look suitable for her age. Kuai Manzhou raised her lips and lowered her head.

The child is unhappy.

She wanted to struggle, but the moment her little hand moved, she felt Zhao Fusheng holding her very tightly. She remembered Zhao Fusheng's injured hand before, and her movement to break free suddenly froze.

After a long time, the cold little hand slowly returned and held Zhao Fusheng tightly, as if he was afraid of getting lost with her.

"..."

Zhao Fusheng felt that the child's breathing was gradually calming down, and she couldn't help but feel relieved. After she comforted the child, they quickly left the ruined Confucius Temple and returned to the carriage before saying:

"This time I suffered a big loss."

When she said this, a look of pain flashed in her eyes.

"The existence of the ghost troupe is not to suppress your master, but to contain the headless ghosts."

When Zhao Fusheng said this, he couldn't help but feel a little annoyed:

"The paper man Zhang deliberately left clues to hook me, just to make me make a wrong judgment and revive your master Li Gui."

Liu Yizhen was not surprised when he heard this.

In fact, the moment the three of them decided to take action, after the change occurred, he already knew that he had been fooled.

Seeing that Zhao Fusheng looked ugly at this time, he was very calm:

"He is hiding from us and exposing us, and he is planning ahead. We are still a little passive."

He took a breath and looked at Zhao Fusheng:
"As long as nothing happens to anyone."

Zhao Fusheng took a deep breath, nodded and said:

"Too."

Liu Yizhen saw that she gradually calmed down, and then asked about the previous scene in the temple:
"What happened just now?"

Although he had not known Zhao Fusheng for a long time, he had great trust in Zhao Fusheng. When the incident happened, his mind was completely focused on the headless ghost, but he did not expect that it would be Liu Huacheng who was the first to revive the ghost and was beaten. caught off guard.

Fortunately, Zhao Fusheng reacted very quickly and summoned the door god in an instant, restraining Liu Huacheng in time.

Later, the ghost paper man also recovered and was in critical condition.

Zhao Fusheng immediately asked the two of them to leave with the ghost coffin that sealed the headless ghost, leaving him alone to deal with the fierce ghost.

Liu Yizhen didn't know what happened next. He only knew that the Confucius Temple where he grew up collapsed. Fortunately, Zhao Fusheng left safely, and the begging alley did not become a ghost zone.

From this point of view, the ghost trouble in Confucius Temple has been solved by her.

After the initial fear, Liu Yizhen couldn't help but become curious about Zhao Fusheng.

How did she escape from death with the cooperation of the ghost theater troupe and Liu Huacheng? Since she took control of Wan'an County, she has successfully handled many ghost cases - tonight's change involved two ghost cases above the disaster level and with entangled causes and effects. How did she solve them?
And judging from the current situation, it seems that she was not affected by the evil ghost, she just looked angry because she was fooled by the paper man Zhang.

"Those paper figures are not a real ghost theater troupe." Zhao Fusheng was still a little angry when talking about the scene at that time:
"It's just a trick played by Paper Man Zhang."

The man used the number of paper figures to confuse her.

The paper figures in Liu Huacheng's red coffin were indeed placed by paper figures, and he was thoughtful and careful.

After the Hongquan Theater Troupe disappeared at Xu Yachen's home, two boys disappeared at the same time. When the paper figures were laid out, they did not even miss this point, which shows that they were well prepared.

"The one in the red coffin is not the real ghost——" Zhao Fusheng said this and sighed again:

"That's not accurate either."

The ghost paper figures in the red coffin are indeed ghosts, but they are not ghost troupes.

I don’t know what kind of method the paper man Zhang used, but he seemed to trap ghosts among the paper men and use them as bait.

"The real Hongquan Troupe is not actually in Confucius Temple——"

When Zhao Fusheng said this, Liu Yizhen frowned:

"But I did hear the sound of opera when the blood moon appeared."

When she heard this, she frowned and thought for a moment:

"At least not in Confucius Temple at this time."

There was something in Zhao Fusheng's words. Liu Yizhen wanted to ask again, but she said:

"In short, the existence of the ghost troupe is actually in conflict with the headless ghosts, and the paper figures in the red coffins have a certain suppression on Liu Huacheng."

Whether it is a ghost troupe or a paper ghost, the actual level cannot be compared with the headless ghosts and Liu Huacheng, so the four ghosts actually restrain and balance each other.

After the three entered the Confucius Temple, they miscalculated the paper man's tricks and tampered with the headless ghost's coffin. When the balance was broken, the paper man and Liu Huacheng came to life one after another, almost causing disaster.

"That's it." After Liu Yizhen heard what she said, he understood the whole story.

"Then my father—"

"Yizhen, do you remember what I said, that the grade of evil spirits might not just be level five?" Zhao Fusheng asked again before he finished speaking.

This was the second time she asked the same question.

If it was the first time she asked this question, Liu Yizhen would have felt horrified. When he heard Zhao Fusheng ask the same question for the second time, Liu Yizhen would have a conflicting feeling of being expected and frightened at the same time.

"Above the disaster level -" He turned to look at Kuai Manzhou, but he did not get an emotional response from the face of this child who seemed to have lost his innocent and lively temperament after controlling the ghost.

"Above the disaster level, what other levels are there?" Liu Yizhen asked blankly.

"I don't know." Zhao Fusheng shook his head:

"But your father's existence is obviously not just an ordinary disaster."

She sighed:
"He is different from ordinary ghosts who resurrect after death."

Liu Huacheng was restrained immediately after his death and did not go around killing people.

But it was born to be above the disaster level, and it was actually stronger than the evil spirit that advanced through killing people in the later stage.

"My parents are already disaster-level ghosts, and they have merged with something very dangerous." She even made the door god a god.

According to the rules of the Conferred Gods List, the fierce ghosts after becoming gods should have certain suppression on the fierce ghosts of the same level.

Even though she did not fully trust the power of ghosts, which resulted in the door god's true strength not being fully unleashed, the door god did not have the upper hand when he was at the same level as Liu Huacheng - Liu Huacheng was not even complete.

"Your father didn't get its accompanying things." When she said this, she looked at Liu Yizhen:

"One destiny book."

Liu Yizhen was shocked.

"In short, although I finally got out of trouble, I left my parents in the Confucius Temple for the time being."

On this trip, Zhao Fusheng suffered the most losses.

She spent a total of 1650 merit points during Liu Huacheng's resurrection as a ghost, and in order to suppress Liu Huacheng, she left the door god there.

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