I become a god in another world

Chapter 470: Hell Opens
Chapter 470
Once the Huangquan Opera Troupe became deified, Zhao Fusheng no longer had any worries.

Her tense nerves relaxed slightly, she folded her arms across her chest, and her gaze fell on the Huangquan Opera Troupe.

"I have already commanded the troupe."

Zhao Fusheng held the Order of Conferred God in his hand and said calmly.

Liu Yizhen was holding the ghost coffin, his head was scratched by the evil spirit inside the coffin, and he was puzzled when he heard Zhao Fusheng's words:

"Since you are the driver, what are you worried about?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he gasped: "Hiss!"

Chang Jinshui had an expressionless face, his back pressed against the bottom of the coffin, and a pair of ghost claws entangled Liu Yizhen's hair, pulling out a strand of it.

Liu Yizhen had been trying to endure the pain, but when he heard the sound of his hair breaking at the roots, he immediately became angry.

He didn't care about talking to Zhao Fusheng. He threw the coffin heavily to the ground in a rage, grabbed the disgusting ghost's leather coat, and fished out Chang Jinshui's ghost body from it.

Liu Yizhen clenched his fists, which turned into pure gold, and punched the evil ghost in the face with two "bangs", which made the evil ghost's black energy scatter. He let out the anger in his heart, and then sealed the ghost back into the ghost coffin.

"I'll let you catch me, I'll let you catch me!"

He touched his head and carried the ghost coffin angrily.

Evil ghosts do not feel pain and will not be afraid even after being beaten.

Not long after, the scratching sound came from above Liu Yizhen's head again.

But this time, along with the scratching sound, fishy-smelling dirty water also slid down Liu Yizhen's forehead.

The corners of Liu Yizhen's mouth twitched, and he wiped the water from his forehead expressionlessly.

"..."

Fan Wujiu retreated quietly, hid behind Fan Bisi, and whispered:
"Ghosts are afraid of evil people. I can't believe Yizhen is so vicious."

Seeing that Liu Yizhen had regained his composure, Zhao Fusheng coughed lightly and explained:
"There aren't enough seats for the ghost troupe."

After the Huangquan Opera Troupe reached disaster level, there were about ten tables and chairs set up under the stage.

When we were in Dongping Village, it was almost overrun with ghosts.

Fortunately, Zhao Fusheng led the ghosts into hell and solved the embarrassing situation of insufficient seats in the Huangquan Opera Troupe.

However, the theater was already mostly full at that time, and there were not many empty seats left.

Once the Sun Mansion ghost case was solved, Sun Shaoyin's remains occupied one seat, and Tang Zuwang also sat in a corner.

The evil ghosts in Jin County revived one after another and came one by one, making the troupe crowded.

The evil ghost instinctively wants to sit in the seat, and the two ghosts fight, which may cause chaos.

Just as Zhao Fusheng was worried, a ghost flashed and a fierce ghost with extremely evil spirit appeared beside Tang Zuwang.

It wants to replace Tang Zuwang.

The two ghosts were fighting, and suddenly several pustules grew on the body and face of the evil ghost who arrived later. The pustules grew rapidly, and a ghost face was hidden inside.

In an instant, the body of the evil ghost that arrived later exploded silently and turned into ghost mist, which was slowly absorbed by Tang Zuwang.

A ghost face grew on Tang Zuwang's body, but it still sat upright in the same place.

The same scene happened one by one in the ghost troupe.

The big ghost eats the small ghost.

After the ghost devoured the evil spirit, its breath began to become unstable.

This situation is like raising a Gu.

The Huangquan Opera Troupe is of a high rank, and can still maintain control of the place now. However, if Zhao Fusheng does not put a stop to this and allows this situation to continue, the "guests" in the Huangquan Opera Troupe will easily become trouble in the future and swallow up the troupe.

As soon as she expressed her concerns, Meng Po nodded:
"So what do you plan to do, sir?"

While Meng Po was speaking, she had already reached out and touched her chest.

Blood oozes from her chest, and a horrible bloody hole appears in front of everyone. A terrifying ghost head burning with red flames replaces the heart and hides in her chest cavity.

Meng Po thought she was worried about too many ghosts, so she planned to help boil Meng Po soup to get rid of some of the evil spirits.

As soon as she moved, Zhao Fusheng held her hand down:

"I don't need you to bring the soup yet."

No matter how strong they are, they are still human beings, not ghosts.

Even a lucky person like Kuai Manzhou was able to control two evil spirits, and the two ghosts reached a balance, which saved her from the fatal crisis of the evil spirit's revival. However, as she used the evil spirit's power more and more, she was still inevitably affected by the evil spirit's hostility, becoming less human and the evil spirit prevailed.

Meng Po's situation is special. She is like a living ghost. She is still sane now, but if she overuses her ghost power, she will be revived as a ghost sooner or later.

This is the final outcome of the Ghost Rider, and no one can escape it.

Meng Po was stopped by her and was stunned for a moment.

She naturally understood the concern behind Zhao Fusheng's cold words. After hesitating for a moment, she accepted Zhao Fusheng's kindness, but said with some concern:
"What about that, my Lord?"

"I'm going to open up Hell."

At this point, the people around him are his confidants with whom he has shared life and death many times, and Zhao Fusheng no longer intends to hide some things from others.

"hell?"

It was the first time that the Fan brothers, Liu Yizhen and others heard this term, and they exclaimed in surprise.

"What is hell?" Liu Yizhen asked, flicking a handful of hair that was wet by Chang Jinshui.

"There are laws and prisons in the human world, so ghosts who have committed crimes should also have prisons." When Zhao Fusheng said this, he vaguely understood the reason why the name "Hell" was set in the Investiture of the Gods.

"The world above the ground is the human world, and the world below the ground is where the ghosts go."

Hell is the place where ghosts are imprisoned.

"I have already found the way to open the door to hell. All I have to do is lead these ghosts in front of me into hell." Zhao Fusheng said easily.

Fan Wujiu was simple-minded and believed in her completely. When he heard this, a look of admiration appeared on his face.

But Fan Bisi, Liu Yizhen and others were stunned, with worry in their eyes.

Everything has pros and cons.

The Han Dynasty's method of controlling ghosts was to use the power of ghosts to deal with them.

Since Zhao Fusheng was able to open the hell and imprison the evil spirits, he must have controlled a terrifying ghost that was superior to all other ghosts.

If she wants to use such power, she must pay a certain price.

"Fusheng, you hid the copper coins in hell."

Kuai Manzhou's eyes lit up and he spoke crisply.

Zhao Fusheng nodded.

The child circled around her legs:

"Then I will go to hell and look for copper coins. I can find them."

Zhao Fusheng felt a headache from her spinning, so he grabbed her collar and said:
"Why are you going to hell for no reason?"

The little girl's legs were hanging in the air, and she kept kicking, but she couldn't get rid of the hand that was holding her.

Meng Po laughed and said:

"I remember now. When we were in Dongping Village, the adults took the revived evil spirits in the village to hell."

"Yes." Zhao Fusheng responded.

Liu Yizhen said: "The ghost theater will be full of ghosts, what about hell?"

"And so will Hell."

Zhao Fusheng said:
"But ghosts are dead, and humans are alive."

The living can be flexible, and she also has accumulated merit points that can be used to suppress and upgrade the level of hell, locking all the evil spirits in it.

Fan Bisi reminds:
"Sir, be careful of the evil spirits getting out of control if their level is too high."

Zhao Fusheng's expression froze for a moment when he heard this, and then he nodded solemnly:
"I see."

The moment Fan Bi Si said the reminder, he felt a little regretful.

He was used to being cautious in his words and actions. Having lived under the Zhao family's roof since childhood, he was well aware of the subtle and dark side of human nature.

As the saying goes, good advice hurts the ear, and it is difficult for people to accept bad news.

Especially since he was rebelling against his superiors and reminded Zhao Fusheng at such a time, anyone with a narrow mind would regard his words as a "curse" and would remember it in their hearts.

But Zhao Fusheng did not scold him, but nodded seriously. This made Fan Bish stunned for a moment, but at the same time, a huge stone fell from his heart, and suddenly an indescribable sense of relief surged up in his heart.

After a while, he smiled, and the gloom on his brow faded a lot.

Ever since Zhao Fusheng became a ghost tamer, he had been wary and fearful of Zhao Fusheng. There was also a vague sense of estrangement in their closeness. But now, with these two short sentences, those awkward barriers suddenly dissipated a lot.

……

Zhao Fusheng glanced at him, smiled, and a look of understanding appeared in his eyes:

"The most urgent task is to eliminate the ghost disaster in the Sun Mansion first."

Once she made her decision, she no longer hesitated.

The seven levels of hell were opened by her.

The sky in the ghost domain was extremely dark, and thick black ghost fog enveloped the entire Sun Mansion, turning this place into a ghost domain on earth. When ordinary people entered this place, their eyes would be blinded by the ghost fog and they would not be able to see the way in the mansion clearly.

Even those people from the Demon Suppression Division who possessed the power of evil spirits were disturbed by the ghost realm when they entered. Looking around, they saw darkness all around them. In the black fog, they could vaguely see the stage set up by the ghost troupe, and the shadows of evil spirits were looming on the table top under the stage.

But the moment hell appeared, everything was different.

This invisible deterrence does not come from ghosts or external forces, but seems to come from within the human heart.

Whether it was humans or ghosts, they all seemed to sense the presence of their natural enemy.

The evil ghosts in the ghost troupe who were playing various instruments and singing froze for a moment.

Even ghosts and gods who have been granted titles will be affected by hell.

The singing of Liu Honghong and other evil spirits paused.

As soon as the ghost troupe stopped playing, the suppressed ghosts began to revive for a moment.

However, affected by the threat of hell, the revived evil spirit did not use the law at the first moment, but instinctively wanted to escape from here.

Liu Yizhen suppressed his fear and trembling, and instinctively looked down at his feet.

I saw a layer of black gas that had covered the road on the ground without me noticing.

The black shadow was free of resentment and hostility, and was much more sinister than a ghost. It was like the purest abyss, as if it could swallow up everything.

Within the dark shadows, countless cold auras were spying on him.

The evil spirit that Zhao Fusheng had subdued in Dongping Village was imprisoned in hell.

Liu Yizhen was not careful for a moment and was looking at the group of ghosts across hell, and was immediately affected.

He felt dizzy at the sight and looked away in a hurry, but the malice remained like a terrible brand in the depths of his consciousness, preventing him from opening his eyes for a long time.

After a while, Liu Yizhen glanced quickly in the direction of the black shadow from the corner of his eye, and saw that the black shadow spread out from under Zhao Fusheng's feet and extended to the ghost troupe.

Just this kind of peeping was enough to make Liu Yizhen feel terrified. While he was in a state of panic, Zhao Fusheng said calmly:
"Stand behind me."

As soon as she finished speaking, everyone shrank behind her at the same time.

Liu Yizhen carried the coffin and swiftly moved behind Zhao Fusheng. Once he stood still, the unsettling sense of solemnity brought by the opening of hell was immediately weakened.

She stood in front of everyone, like a reliable guard in front of a cave of ghosts!
After all, the Huangquan Opera Troupe were already ordained ghosts and gods. Zhao Fusheng's hell had only opened the seventh level, and the impact on the orthodox ordained ghosts and gods was only for a moment.

After a short pause, the ghost troupe withstood the shock of hell and started again.

The ghost actresses started singing again, but this time with Zhao Fusheng standing in the front, the opera sounds and the shadow of hell were all blocked by her, and the impact on Fan Bisi and others standing behind her was much smaller.

Liu Yizhen had been enduring the harassment from the water ghost in the coffin for a long time. When he heard the sound of the ghost show weaken, and saw that the Fan brothers and others no longer had the dazed look in their eyes as before, he understood what was going on and immediately put the coffin down on the ground.

His hair had been messed up by the evil ghost, and the water from the ghost's body wet his hair into wisps, making it as messy as a chicken coop.

Liu Yizhen cursed while fixing his hair.

On the other side, Zhao Fusheng also moved.

The ghost troupe was still playing music, the actresses started singing again, and the ghosts who were trying to escape were forcibly "invited" back to the stage.

The shadow of hell reached directly to the ghost troupe. The evil ghosts that arrived later were attracted by the ghost troupe, and then walked into the shadow and were swallowed up by hell.

……

Ghost shadows came one after another, leading the way through Huangquan and into hell.

Although it was not the first time for the people in Wan'an County to follow Zhao Fusheng to solve a case, nor was it the first time for them to see her unleash the power of evil spirits, it was the first time for them to stand behind her and watch her open hell and lock the ghosts in.

The evil ghost was very close, but it couldn't get close to Zhao Fusheng, let alone touch the person standing behind her.

This feeling was extremely fresh and exciting. Although Fan Wujiu was no longer afraid of evil spirits, he couldn't help but feel extremely excited when he saw Zhao Fusheng subdue the group of ghosts quickly and steadily.

Many evil spirits have revived in Jin County over the past twenty years, but most of them were suppressed by the ghosts in the Sun Mansion. Their ranks were not high, and they almost hovered between the fierce and evil levels. Occasionally, a very small number of evil-level ghosts appeared, but the moment they entered hell, they were immediately transformed into merit points and stored in Zhao Fusheng's List of Gods.

As the ghosts were subdued one by one, the dark sky gradually turned from dark to light.

The ghost show is still going on, but the chilling feeling brought by the resurrection of the evil ghost is weakening.

As the last evil ghost slowly walked into hell, the ghost fog that had shrouded Jin County for more than 20 years had dissipated.

……

At this time, in the homes of thousands of people in Jin County, those who had been hiding in accordance with the government's reminder breathed a sigh of relief for some reason.

They did not see the night parade of hundreds of ghosts, nor did they see the existence of the ghost troupe, but they did not know that they had somehow escaped a terrible catastrophe.

In a shabby thatched house, an old man who had been bedridden for a long time shuddered and raised his head as if he was regaining consciousness.

He looked at his family members who were waiting beside him and murmured:

"I seemed to hear some heavenly music just now—"

"Ahem." He coughed, and a red glow appeared on his withered face. A glimmer of hope appeared in his eyes, which had lost their brightness due to the heavy hardships of life.
"Perhaps I have been law-abiding throughout my life, so God could not bear to see me die in pain, and sent an immortal to take me away after death."

"If after I die there is a troupe of actors coming to greet me with drums and gongs, I won't be afraid even if they want to kill me—"

His voice gradually became lower. As soon as he finished speaking, the light in his eyes dimmed, his breath became weak, his raised head drooped, his hands fell weakly along the straw bed, and in an instant he was no longer able to breathe.

The family burst into tears.

But before he died, he was lured by a ghost troupe and stood up after his death.

When his family saw him 'resurrected', they were shocked at first, and then delighted.

A young man beside the bed reached out to pull him, but the moment he touched the old man's body, his hand passed through the body of the revived evil spirit.

Everyone was in shock and had no time to react when they saw the evil spirit turned into a shadow and walked out from the closed door, disappearing in an instant.

……

And Zhao Fusheng's hell welcomed the last visitor of the day.