I become a god in another world

Chapter 300 Visitors in the middle of the night
Chapter 300
As soon as the temple lit up, Zhao Fusheng looked around.

This dilapidated temple is not big, not even as spacious as the open space in front of the temple, only about ten square meters.

In the center of the temple room, a simple shrine was built with mud, reaching up to Zhao Fusheng's chest height.

There is a clay statue on the shrine.

The clay statue is pitch black all over, as if it had been smoked or burned by fire. The statue is in a cross-legged position. Due to the long time and the fact that this place is broken and windy and cannot completely shelter from wind and rain, the clay statue has been affected by moisture and has peeled off in many places, revealing the yellowish-brown mud inside.

But what caught Zhao Fusheng's attention was not the color of the clay statue, but the fact that only the torso was left and the head was missing.

"This should be the statue that Lao Zhang mentioned." Liu Yizhen tied up the ghost horse, carried the coffin on his back, walked to Zhao Fusheng and said something.

Zhao Fusheng nodded:
"The clay figure has lost its head—"

As soon as she finished speaking, Meng Po also said:

"I don't know if it has anything to do with the case in Liutu Village."

The eyes of several people met, and there was a thoughtful look in their eyes.

The evil ghost in the Liutu Village ghost case killed people in a dream, and the deceased was beheaded without knowing it. The clay statue in this wild temple in Shilipo also happened to lose its head.

It's all too coincidental.

Although Liutu Village and Shilipo are separated by dozens of miles, there is a connection between the two - Yang Guiying, who married from Liutu Village to Lijiaao in Shilipo.

"Rest for one night first, and then set out on your journey at dawn to find the village. If you encounter a living person then—"

Zhao Fusheng paused for a moment before saying:
"Just ask and you'll find out."

There was no better way than this, so the others nodded when they heard her say this.

Zhao Fusheng calmed down and turned to look at Zhang Chuanshi:
"Lao Zhang, go check the well outside and get some water in there for later use." She said:

"This temple has some evil spirits. Let's all stay inside the temple tonight and don't move around easily."

When everyone came out of the Demon Suppression Bureau, they brought some food to fill their stomachs, but not much water.

After the carriage was damaged, he had already drunk some along the way.

There happens to be a well here, so we can draw some water from it.

Zhang Chuanshi's old face wrinkled, revealing a look of pain and embarrassment:

"Sir, I, I'll go?"

"Why don't I go?" Zhao Fusheng raised his eyebrows and asked him back.

When Zhang Chuanshi heard this, he said happily:
"That's great—"

It’s really contrary to Tiangang!

"Humph." Zhao Fusheng sneered:
"Are you Lingsi or am I Lingsi?"

"Your Excellency is, Your Excellency is—" Zhang Chuanshi nodded and bowed, then made a bitter face:
"But I dare not." His eyes sparkled:

"I'm afraid. The adults also said that this fear is because I sense danger..." He was racking his brains to shirk the task assigned by Zhao Fusheng, and then he saw Zhao Fusheng sneer, and he couldn't help but be shocked.

He had suffered at the hands of Zhao Fusheng and knew that Zhao Fusheng had the power and means to deal with him.

Thinking of this, Zhang Chuanshi immediately gave in.

"I can go, but I'm a little scared. My Lord asked Manzhou to accompany me."

This temple is indeed a bit weird.

When Zhang Chuanshi made this suggestion, Zhao Fusheng did not refute it, but just loosened his grip on Kuai Manzhou's hand:
"Go."

There was a look of contempt in Kuai Manzhou's eyes.

Zhang Chuanshi was looked down upon by the child but he did not feel ashamed. Instead, he took a container of water and followed the little girl, and the two of them, the big and the small, walked out of the temple.

Soon, there was a gurgling sound of a wooden shaft turning from the well outside, and the sound of ropes rubbing, and something was sinking rapidly.

After a few breaths, there was a loud 'bang', as if something had hit the bottom.

Zhang Chuanshi shouted loudly:
"What bad luck! It's a dry well." He cursed and returned to the temple with Kuai Manzhou in vain. When he saw Zhao Fusheng, he said:
"My lord, the well has run dry."

He sighed:
"When I came here two years ago, there was still abundant water and grass in Shilipu. I also visited this wild temple once. There was water in the well, and it was sweet and delicious. But in just two years, the well has dried up. How strange! How strange!"

Zhao Fusheng frowned when he heard that there was no water in the well:
"Since there is no water, forget it. We can just make do with it tonight and we'll talk about it tomorrow after we get into the village."

Zhang Chuanshi said:

"That's all."

After saying this, he went to look through his bag again:
"Fortunately, I brought a few bags of water with me. It's enough for tonight." After saying that, he paused, as if he remembered something:
"I remember that there are some clay pots hidden under the shrine. I can make a fire and cook something."

He ran towards the headless clay statue in small steps, lay down beside the shrine, put his head forward, and fumbled with his hands for a long time. Amid the sound of clangs, he actually found a few earthenware jars.

"found it."

Zhang Chuanshi came over excitedly holding the jar:

"My Lord, use this to cook some rice porridge."

"it is good."

Zhao Fusheng nodded, then cast his eyes on the earthenware jar in Zhang Chuanshi's arms, and said casually:
"The jar is pretty clean."

Zhang Chuanshi laughed:
"It's just right that I don't have to wash it."

Liu Yizhen and Meng Po understood the hidden meaning behind her words.

Their eyes fell on the earthenware jar in Zhang Chuanshi's arms, and Meng Po said:
"It looks like someone used it not long ago." As soon as she finished speaking, she propped up her upper body and looked over:

"I just washed it, there's still water in it."

After hearing what she said, Zhang Chuanshi turned the jar upside down. Sure enough, a little water flowed out along the edge of the jar, dripping onto the ground and was quickly absorbed by the black and red underground.

"There is actually water——"

The place is dry, even the very deep well has dried up, but the earthenware jar hidden under the statue has traces of water, which is really strange.

Zhang Chuanshi was somewhat stunned, and then he heard Zhao Fusheng say:
"Since you can't figure it out, don't think about it for now."

Anyway, they have already arrived. If there were ghosts in Shilipu, they would have already entered the ghost's domain. There is no way to escape, and they can only face it head-on.

What's more, among the few people, except Liu Yizhen, Kuai Manzhou, and Zhao Fusheng, the other two were marked by evil spirits.

"Anyway, I don't worry about too many debts, and I don't worry about too many lice biting me. Let's cook the rice first." Zhao Fusheng said calmly.

Although the others felt vaguely uneasy, they thought that there was no other way out at this point, so they all nodded.

Next, everyone looked around for a few stones of similar size to build a simple stove.

Zhang Chuanshi poured water to wash the rice and put it into the jar, and Liu Yizhen took a handful of firewood from the pile of hay under the shrine and lit it.

Zhang Chuanshi found some old wood from the corner of the temple and used it as firewood. After some work, the water in the pot quickly boiled and the rice soup gradually became thick.

Meng Po took out the bacon that she had brought out from the Demon-Suppressing Bureau. Her hands were so strong that she used her hands as knives to tear the bacon, which was as hard as a rock, into strands and threw them into the pot.

As the steam rose, the fragrance spread throughout the ruined temple.

As the bonfire lit and the aroma of food spread, everyone's tense nerves relaxed a little temporarily.

Zhang Chuanshi squatted in front of the campfire, trying to warm his hands with the fire and feel the temperature of the fire.

Unfortunately, his body had already died after drinking Meng Po soup. Even if the flames licked his palms, he would not feel any pain at all.

The meat porridge in the pot was boiling. Liu Yizhen, who was sitting next to the coffin, suddenly broke the silence:

"Fusheng, you don't seem to be sleepy anymore." His words surprised everyone.

Zhao Fusheng, Meng Po, and Zhang Chuanshi were all marked by evil spirits and were pulled into a ghostly dream when they were in the Demon Suppression Division.

The three people escaped from the danger in the dream and survived temporarily, but it did not mean that the crisis was over.

It took several hours to walk from Wan'an County to Shilipo, and it was already dark, but Zhao Fusheng never felt sleepy again.

Meng Po took out a long-handled wooden spoon from somewhere and stirred the pot to prevent it from sticking. After listening to Liu Yizhen's words, she continued:
"I'm not sleepy either."

Zhao Fusheng said at this moment:

"Actually, I was sleepy when the carriage accident happened." But after getting over that sleepiness, I never felt sleepy again.

Zhang Chuanshi was a dead man at this time. He didn't feel tired or in pain, and naturally he didn't feel sleepy.

He stared at the fire for a long while, then suddenly turned to look at Zhao Fusheng:

"Sir, the current state of Shilipu is like this—"

The mountains and forests turned into suburbs, and the wilderness became uninhabited.

Zhang Chuanshi said:

"——No one reported the case. I walked all the way and didn't see a single living person." When he said this, the muscles on his cheeks twitched unconsciously twice, and then he continued:

"Sir, do you think there are still people alive in Shilipu?"

In fact, the people in the Demon Suppression Bureau are not fools.

There was clearly something strange going on at Shilipu, and it was obvious that a terrible ghost disaster had occurred.

But to this day, no one in such a large place like Shilipo has reported the case, which obviously means something big has happened.

Zhang Chuanshi brought up the issue that Zhao Fusheng and Liu Yizhen had been discussing in secret. Meng Po's hand, which was tearing the dried meat, paused in mid-air. After a long while, she sighed quietly:
"Ugh--"

"I am not sure."

Zhao Fusheng shook his head and said in a gentle tone:

"But before we set off, I looked at the information Dafan had collected."

The situation in Shilipo was complicated. There were not only villages under its jurisdiction, but also many villages in the mountains.

According to population registration records from several decades ago, there were a total of seven or eight thousand villagers in the entire Shilipu area.

Even though it has been a long time since the last household registration check and the population has shrunk over the past few decades, it is still at least several thousand.

Zhao Fusheng looked at Zhang Chuanshi:

"You've been here before, so you should be aware of the population situation here."

Zhang Chuanshi remained silent and just nodded.

"If a ghost disaster really happened here and there were no survivors, then the ghosts here——"

Zhao Fusheng didn't say anything else. The others also understood the meaning of her words and shuddered involuntarily.

During the Kuailiang Village ghost case, Madam Zhuang Si only killed a few hundred people in Kuailiang Village, but she was already promoted to a disaster-level ghost.

If the entire Shilipo was massacred, the evil spirit that killed so many people would have become powerful long ago.

If we continue to dwell on this place, the consequences will be disastrous.

'Gululu! Gululu!'

Several people felt heavy in their hearts and were a little breathless due to this topic.

Only Kuai Manzhou was the youngest, and he seemed not to care about his current environment. He still leaned his back against Zhao Fusheng's hand obediently, weaving with two pieces of dry grass.

'call--'

At this moment, a cold wind blew into the temple from outside again.

The ghost horse neighed, and the child who was playing with straw suddenly sat up and looked outside the temple.

Zhang Chuanshi didn't know why, but he turned his head and looked towards the temple gate.

He vaguely felt that something was moving towards the temple.

The flame in the simple stove was suppressed by the wind, and the boiling sound in the pot also became much quieter.

‘Dong-dong-dong. ’

There were several rapid drum beats, and then someone shouted:
“It smells so good, so good.”

There is a lonely temple in the desolate mountains and wilderness.

Originally, there were only Zhao Fusheng and his group in the temple. Everyone was silent as they were discussing a serious topic. Suddenly, the sudden shout almost frightened Zhang Chuanshi to death.

The expressions of several people changed immediately.

Liu Yizhen, who had originally had relaxed limbs, tensed his muscles, pressed down the ghost coffin, and was about to carry it on his back.

Then I heard the drumbeats getting more and more frequent, 'boom, boom, boom, boom.'

The sound was not very loud, but it was urgent and fast. Zhao Fusheng and the others did not react to what it was. Kuai Manzhou, who was holding the straw with both hands and weaving a twisted and strange straw rope, suddenly pulled Zhao Fusheng's hand and said:
"Rattle."

"Rattle?" Zhao Fusheng was stunned for a moment, and the image of a rattle flashed quickly in his mind.

Then everyone in the temple heard footsteps coming from outside, followed by a sharp female voice coming from afar:

"There is light! There is light! Luo Liu, look, there is light in the Godfather Temple."

The woman sounded quite young, and her voice was a little high-pitched, which was a bit harsh to begin with, especially in the wilderness in the dead of night, it was even louder.

"There really is light. This is good."

The man who had shouted "It smells good" spoke again, and then two hurried, messy footsteps were heard. Zhao Fusheng and his companions were sitting in the temple, and they saw two figures in the distance slowly walking out of the thick fog.

Before these two people arrived, their figures had already appeared in the sight of several people through the fog.

“It’s hard to explain.”

When Zhao Fusheng saw this, a dark light flashed in his eyes, and he whispered:

"As soon as you say no one is here, someone shows up right away—"

Seeing this scene, Zhang Chuanshi not only did not feel happy, but was a little scared:
"grown ups--"

I saw two people walking out of the fog, and I could vaguely make out two shadows, one tall and one short.

From the sound of the previous conversation, Zhao Fusheng and others in the temple could tell that it was a man and a woman talking. But now, through the vague mist, it seemed that the height of the two figures was not right. One of them was very strange. He was short and wide, only reaching the waist of the other.

Zhao Fusheng stared at the two people intently, watching them gradually enter the lighted area of ​​the temple. When he could barely see their appearance clearly, he was stunned.

I could only see the short man's face hidden in the fog, and I couldn't tell his age clearly.

Judging from the sound of his previous voice, Zhao Fusheng guessed that the short man should be a man. He had messy hair tied in a bun on top of his head, a yellow sweat towel tied around his forehead, and a strange red flower pinned on it. There seemed to be two tentacle-like things sticking out of the flower, swaying as he walked.

The man was wearing a green double-breasted short jacket with holes all over it, and unknown grass fluff was coming out of the holes.

His pants were also torn, reaching only above his ankles, revealing his feet that had turned color from the cold.

The man was carrying a shoulder pole with two hemp ropes tied to each pole. The hemp ropes were tied to two rectangular black wooden boxes. They looked quite heavy and they swayed as the man walked.

With one hand he held the rope on the carrying pole and with the other he held a rattle. The drum body was painted red, and the red wood grains tied to the left and right ends by inch-long thin ropes swayed and hit the drum surface as his fingers turned, making a rapid "dong dong dong" sound like raindrops.

A woman was standing behind him, but when the two saw the fire in the temple, the woman subconsciously turned sideways and hid behind the man.