I become a god in another world

Chapter 489 Pretending to be an identity
Chapter 489

Zhang Chuanshi was muttering in dissatisfaction, but Mr. Xie seemed to be in a good mood. He laughed twice and didn't bother with him.

Zhao Fusheng had been paying attention to this side after he finished speaking. Seeing that Mr. Xie didn't say anything, he turned to look at Liu Yizhen:

"Yizhen, go knock on the door."

Fan Bisi's expression changed, and his eyes fell on the dark red circle on the door, with a thoughtful look.

The dark red totem on the door carries an ominous aura - perhaps it is some kind of mark of an evil spirit, similar to the mark of a door god, used to ward off ghosts.

The Fan brothers, Wu Shaochun and others are now ghost riders. Once they touch such a totem, it is very easy to trigger the power of the ghost seal.

Liu Yizhen was different from everyone else, so it was most appropriate for him to knock on the door.

Liu Yizhen also understood this.

After hearing what Zhao Fusheng said, he nodded, strode forward, and pounded on the door twice with his clenched fists.

"Who?"

The door made a clanging sound as Liu Yizhen pushed it with great force, and suddenly a shout mixed with warning and fear came from inside the door.

"People who want to stay in Qingzhengfang."

Liu Yizhen answered.

Once he spoke, it meant that the person outside the door was a human and not a ghost.

Everyone heard a loud gasp of relief, and then, amidst the sound of cursing, someone seemed to turn over and sit up, and there was a rustling sound of clothes being put on, and the sound of footsteps approaching.

Not long after, there was a sound of a door bolt being pulled open from inside, and an old man with a gloomy face pulled the door open heavily.

"Why didn't you come earlier or later? Why did you have to come at night? You must be dying to come at this time—"

His gaze fell to the outside of the door, and when he saw the people of Changping County standing in three layers inside and outside, he was stunned and swallowed the curse back into his stomach.

"Why are there so many people?"

The old man murmured.

Once he opened the door, Fan Wujiu no longer had to worry about the ghost seal on the door.

He used his elbow to push the door open further, and stretched out his big palm like a palm leaf fan to push the old man's shoulder fiercely, causing the old man to stumble back, and even lose one of his shoes as he staggered. Fan Wujiu then said:
"Who are you scolding? You are asking for your own death. Do you think your life is too long?"

Evil people will be punished by evil people.

When Fan Wujiu showed his strength, the old man's arrogance was immediately suppressed.

"Where are you from? Don't you know the rules of Qingzhengfang in Shangyang County?"

He took two quick steps and put on his shoes that were stuck in the mud. Then he clasped his hands together and bowed:
"I said the wrong thing in a moment of haste. I hope the adults won't take it personally."

"To be honest with you, it's not a good idea to walk around Qingzhengfang at night. You'll get into trouble," the old man said timidly.

Zhao Fusheng took a step forward:
"Is there a ghost?"

The old man's eyes flashed:

"Where did that rumor come from? Since the distinguished guests are here, someone will naturally teach them the rules from now on."

After he said this, he asked with a grin:
"Where are you from? Do you know anyone in the county?"

Zhao Fusheng and Liu Yizhen looked at each other, and then she said:
"We are coming from Xuzhou and are heading to the Imperial Capital. We will pass through Shangyang County and plan to rest for two days and do some shopping."

After she said this, the old man showed hesitation on his face:
"Go to Shangjing?..."

After saying this, he paused for a while and asked again:
"Can, can anyone introduce me?" He said with an embarrassed look on his face.

"To be honest, if no one introduces you, we at Qingzhengfang will not be able to receive you."

When Zhao Fusheng heard this, he suddenly realized something and pretended to pull out his sleeves:

"I understand, I understand—"

"No no no."

The old man shook his head:
"It's not about money."

Zhao Fusheng was just pretending to take it out, but when he heard him say this, he laughed:

“Is there a problem that money can’t solve?”

The old man had a proud look on his face:
"Money is of course useful in Shangyang County, but not necessarily in Qingzhengfang."

At this moment, he seemed to have forgotten Fan Wujiu's ferocious look. He raised his right hand, clenched his four fingers, raised his thumb, bent his elbow, and pointed his thumb behind him:
"In our Qingzhengfang, the people who live here are either rich or noble, and no one is short of money."

Fan Bisi couldn't stand his pretentious tone and sneered:
"Then are you missing anything?"

The old man pretended not to hear him and said nothing.

"If you don't want silver, then what do you want?" Zhao Fusheng asked.

"It depends on who you are and whether you have a contact point here," the old man hooked his finger.
"It's the card that proves your identity."

"What kind of license?" Zhao Fusheng asked curiously.

The old man sighed, reached into the pocket of his coat, and soon pulled out various brands.

These signs are about the size of a palm and come in various shapes, some are round, some are square, and about three inches thick. Some are made of wood, some are made of stone, and there are even some expensive-looking signs that appear to be made of copper.

Zhao Fusheng wanted to reach out and touch it, but the old man pulled his hand back:
"As long as you hand over this kind of identity card to me, someone will naturally arrange for food and accommodation for you."

On the way to Shangyang County, Qian Zhongying once mentioned that the silver in Qingzhengfang might not be useful. At that time, everyone didn't quite understand what he meant. Now, after listening to what the old man said, they finally understood what Qian Zhongying meant.

"You mean to say -" Zhao Fusheng was a little bit unbelievable and a little suspicious:

"As long as you are given a sign like this, you can eat and drink for free in the city?"

"How can it be free food and drink?!" The old man widened his eyes:
"This is an identity tablet. If you have it, someone will naturally take the tablet to find the corresponding person to pay the price."

The price may not be money, it may be something else that can be traded.

Zhao Fusheng suddenly realized.

She said decisively:

"I understand! We are people of great importance. Arrange for us to enter the town first and find a place for us to stay. You can come and get the identity tablet tomorrow."

After finishing speaking, he said:

"We are new here, and we have so many things here that it's hard to find them. I will definitely give them to you tomorrow."

The old man was a little skeptical at first, but when he saw Liu Yizhen's handsome face, tall and strong figure, and the scary black coffin on his back, he could tell at a glance that he was not an ordinary person;

The Fan brothers look exactly like each other, except that one has a slightly lighter complexion while the other has a darker one. They also have fierce brows and eyes and do not look like good people.

Ding Datong, Tao Liyan and Hu Rong didn't look like people who were easy to mess with, and Wu Shaochun was also very strong.

……

This group of people was large in number, and there were too many young and middle-aged people, and they looked like they would be beaten if they disagreed with each other. The old man was silent for a while, but still believed it.

"That's fine, but you have to make up for it later, otherwise everyone will be left with nothing."

Those who know the current affairs are handsome.

He opened the door and motioned for everyone to come in quickly:
"It's getting dark soon, and the night watch god is about to arrive. We should find a place to stay as soon as possible." "You arrange it." Zhao Fusheng signaled everyone to enter the workshop quickly and nodded to the old man.

There were quite a few people staying in Qingzhengfang this time.

There are eight people in the Changping County Demon Suppression Division alone. In addition to the three ghost riders including Ding Datong, there are five ordinary messengers who survived the trip.

The seven people from Wan'an County were also present, with Li Dongping and Chen Duozi as new members. At the same time, the Lu family also came along because of Chen Duozi.

The old man looked at this huge group of people and immediately felt a little troubled:
"With so many people, the normal inns in the city can't accommodate them. The only inn that can accommodate so many people is Ding'an Tower." He hesitated and said:
"But Ding'an Tower doesn't accept ordinary guests—"

"Ding'an Tower? The Ding'an Tower in the Prince Chu's Palace?"

Zhao Fusheng added casually.

The old man's eyes lit up: "Oh, you are a connoisseur of goods."

he asked:
"This gentleman also knows Ding'an Tower?"

"There is a Ding'an Building in Baozhi County. Last year, we had some issues and borrowed this building for use!" Zhao Fusheng nodded in response.

"Oh, since you can borrow Ding'an Tower, you are not an ordinary person. If you had said so earlier, why would I worry? I will lead you there myself." The old man said happily.

Zhao Fusheng nodded and said:
"Row."

The old man motioned for everyone to go into the workshop quickly, and then closed the door himself.

Zhao Fusheng asked him:
"How far is it from here to Ding'an Tower?"

"Qingzhengfang is not small, but you are lucky. It looks like we entered the city from the south gate. We are closest to the center of Qingzhengfang." The old man led the way and explained:
"Ding'an Tower is an inn opened by the Chu King's family. It is specially used to receive dignitaries. It is also the closest to the Demon Suppression Division. If we walk all the way here quickly, we can arrive in less than two quarters of an hour."

The drizzle fell on everyone, chilling them to the bone.

The old man seemed to be accustomed to the rain. Seeing the Lu family members walking at the end shielding their heads with their hands, he couldn't help but smile:
"It rains in the evening all year round in Shangyang County. Are you not used to it?"

“I’m definitely not used to it yet.”

Zhao Fusheng looked at the ground as he spoke.

The ground was covered with footprints, which were stacked one on top of the other and filled with muddy rain water, forming unique puddles.

Qingzhengfang is indeed a prosperous place in Shangyang County. Although it is already night, lights are on in the houses everywhere.

There are actually quite a few small buildings here, and the architecture is quite stylish. With lights on everywhere, there is not even a ghostly or scary feeling in the night, but a fantastic visual sense of thousands of lights competing with each other.

The light shone on the puddles on the ground, reflecting tiny dots of light.

When people walked on this street, not only did they not feel the weirdness or horror that Qian Zhongying mentioned, they even felt it was magnificent and eye-opening.

"I heard that the rain in Shangyang County started to fall the year before last." Zhao Fusheng was interested in handling the case in Shangyang County. While chatting with the old man, he began to probe this matter intentionally or unintentionally.

As soon as she asked the question, Mr. Xie, who was being supported by Zhang Chuanshi, had a flash of light in his eyes and stopped saying "ouch".

"Yes, it started after the new head of the Demon Suppression Department arrived."

The old man nodded.

"You actually know such a thing?" Zhao Fusheng was a little surprised. The old man said proudly:

"Don't you see who lives in Qingzhengfang?"

"Generally, people without connections can't get in here, and they have to fight for the gatekeeper job," he said with a smile.

"I heard that the rain is related to the ghost controlled by Zhu Guangling." As soon as Zhao Fusheng finished speaking, the old man's smile froze and his expression changed immediately:

"How dare you address Lord Zhu by his first name?"

He was afraid and frightened, and immediately stopped:
"You guys are so unruly. I wouldn't have dared you enter the city if I had known."

The old man's words surprised Zhao Fusheng a little.

Zhu Guangling used the lives of people from 38 counties in Shangyang County as sacrifices to feed the ghosts he controlled. He was so cruel and mad. And judging from the fact that it rained all year round in Shangyang County, he was on the verge of the revival of the evil ghost. Such a ruthless ghost driver who regarded human lives as worthless and was in an unstable state should not be popular among the people. However, when Zhao Fusheng mentioned his name, he did not address him as "Sir" and was actually stared at by the old man unhappily.

"How dare you do this to us—"

Fan Wujiu couldn't listen to the old man's words and was about to get angry, but Zhao Fusheng glanced at him and signaled him to calm down. Then he was able to bend and stretch, and apologized with a smile:

"I'm sorry, we're new here and don't know much about the rules of Shangyang County. Please explain it to us. We owe you a favor."

Don’t reach out to hit the smiling person.

Especially since Zhao Fusheng had revealed his identity before - he was suspected to be related to the descendants of King Chu, the old man's face turned pale and blue. He accepted her apology for a while, then stepped forward and reminded everyone:

"Shangyang County is different from other places. I advise you to be careful with your words and actions."

Zhao Fusheng said: "Thank you for your reminder."

As soon as she finished speaking, she continued:
"It's just that I don't understand. To be honest, when we came from Xuzhou, we passed through Wenxing County. There were some ghost disasters in the county, which happened to be related to rain."

Zhao Fusheng looked at the old man as he spoke, and the old man showed understanding:
"I see." He seemed to understand why Zhao Fusheng and others were so afraid of rain, but he was not surprised that Wenxing County was struck by ghosts.

Zhao Fusheng said again:
"After it rains, footprints like this will appear on the ground. People who step on them may die—"

She had said a lot, but the old man was not afraid. While she was talking, he even stepped into a puddle formed by footprints.

The water splashed everywhere, soaking the shoes on his feet.

"In other places, footprints are not allowed, but in Qingzhengfang, it is exactly the opposite."

The old man smiled and said to Zhao Fusheng with some pride:

"It happens that stepping on these footprints here is the key to saving your life."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone was stunned.

The old man looked at the sky and urged everyone:

"Let's stop talking and walk faster."

Everyone was full of doubts, but they had indeed stepped on countless footprints along the way, so there was no need to dodge at this time.

Although Zhao Fusheng wanted to investigate the situation in Shangyang County, everyone had just arrived and the Lu family was included in the entourage, so they all planned to settle down in the inn first and then see what the situation was like.

The group quickened their pace and followed the old man through the streets and alleys in the rain. After walking for about two quarters of an hour, they saw a three-story building appear in front of them.

The architectural style here is similar to the original Ding'an Tower in Baozhi County - but compared with the original Ding'an Tower, the building here has less simplicity after the accumulation of history and more exquisite carvings.

By this time, the building had already closed its doors to visitors.

There were lanterns hanging outside the building, illuminating the surroundings, but inside the building was dark and quiet, as if it was an empty house.

When the old man saw this scene, he felt a little uneasy and a look of regret appeared on his face.

But since everyone was there, he still went forward and knocked on the door twice.

The sound of knocking on the door spread and echoed all around, but no one in the building answered.

The old man's face turned pale and sweat appeared on his forehead. After a while, he raised his hand and knocked twice again.

'Dong-dong. '

The echoes of the two knocks came from all directions, but still no one in the building responded.

"I..." The old man backed off, his eyes flickering, not daring to look Zhao Fusheng in the eye:

"It's too late now. I don't have the energy to knock on the door. It's getting late. I have to go back. You guys can try to find a place to stay."