I become a god in another world

Chapter 490: Initial Show of Strength
Chapter 490
As soon as the old man said this, he was about to turn around and run away.

But as soon as he turned his head, he was caught by Fan Wujiu - he was grabbed by the collar.

Zhao Fusheng, who had been chatting and laughing with him all the way, immediately frowned when he saw the kind-looking Zhao Fusheng:
"That won't do!"

She said:
"As the saying goes, a good person should do his best to the end, and he should see the Buddha to the west. There is no reason to give up halfway through a task."

Finally, Zhao Fusheng winked at Fan Wujiu, signaling him to carry the old man to the door:
"Let this old man keep knocking on the door. If he can't open it, just break it down. I'm staying in Ding'an Tower tonight. No one else can stay here if I'm not allowed to!"

She said she would turn against me.

Once they turn against each other, they won't give others any face at all.

When Liu Yizhen heard this familiar tone, a smile appeared on his face.

Even Zhang Chuanshi showed a nostalgic expression.

"..."

The old man didn't expect her to be so shameless, and he immediately became anxious:

"How can that be possible? That doesn't make sense."

"Why not?"

Zhao Fusheng sneered:
"Right now, the truth is on my side. Did the people in the building hear what I said? If they did, be honest."

The people of Shangyang County are all bullies who are kind and afraid of evil. There is no innocent person living in Qingzhengfang.

The brief conversations with the old man along the way allowed Zhao Fusheng to figure out some clues - everyone in Shangyang County knew Zhu Guangling's method of controlling ghosts.

From the fact that the old man remained calm when he heard that 'a ghost disaster had occurred in Wenxing County, and that it was related to Zhu Guangling's ghost-controlling, and that many people had died', it seems that the people of Shangyang County were well aware of Zhu Guangling's actions.

Zhu Guangling massacred the people in the counties and towns under his jurisdiction to increase his ghost power, while the people in Qingzhengfang revered him as a god.

In the county town, these footprints represent being marked by the laws of evil spirits and the possibility of death, but here they may be the seals of life-saving for people in Qingzhengfang in the county.

Based on this point alone, Zhao Fusheng could guess that Zhu Guangling exchanged human lives for ghosts to advance to higher ranks, and it was very likely that he had reached a balance with some force in Qingzhengfang, and used the existence of footprints to make ghost seals in disguise to protect the people in Qingzhengfang.

No wonder the houses in Shangsanfang are so expensive and many people are trying their best to live here.

The protection that the people here enjoy is stained with the blood of countless people living under the county, and they are standing on a mountain of corpses.

……

Mr. Xie, who was holding Zhang Chuanshi, had been humming. When he heard what Zhao Fusheng said, he looked up at her curiously with an amused expression on his face.

The old man was caught by Fan Wujiu, with a sad face:
"I am not a good person, let alone a hero. Please spare my life..."

Zhao Fusheng does not soak in oil or salt:
"It's better that you are not a good person. I specialize in dealing with bad people. You are not a good man, but I am a good man. Go knock on the door! Use more strength."

After she finished scolding, she said loudly:
"If the person inside doesn't open the door, I will break it down immediately. If there is a ghost, we will all face it together tonight. No one can hide in peace."

The street was extremely quiet, and her voice could be heard from far away. It was estimated that anyone living nearby who was still awake could hear it clearly.

In the darkness, Zhao Fusheng suddenly felt many resentful stares.

I feel comfortable now!
This place looked like a ghost town before, but now that there are people hiding in the dark and watching, it looks more like a living city.

Zhao Fusheng looked at Wu Shaochun with a smile:

"Shaochun, if no one opens the door, just tear it down."

As soon as she finished speaking, someone in Ding'an Building suddenly shouted:

"Wait!"

"Yo?" Zhao Fusheng sneered and turned to look at the old man caught by Fan Wujiu:
"Look, isn't there someone here?" She said seriously, "It shows that there are people in the city, but you, an old man, don't know how to knock on the door."

After she finished speaking, she coughed lightly, and returned to her previous gentle and soft manner, saying in a good-tempered manner:
"Shopkeeper, we are outsiders who are staying here for the night. We heard that Qingzhengfang is not very quiet at night. Please open the door and let us in."

"There's no room in the inn—" the person inside responded sinisterly.

Zhao Fusheng stopped smiling and said calmly:
"Did I give you a good face? Shaochun, break the door!"

"Yes--"

Wu Shaochun responded.

The people in the room sneered:

"Where do you think this is—"

Before he finished speaking, the old man outside the house saw Wu Shaochun wave his hands, and a large amount of white mist suddenly emerged from his body.

As soon as the ghost fog appeared, the raindrops in the sky seemed to be blocked by an invisible barrier and flew in all directions.

When the old man saw this scene, his eyes widened immediately.

The people in Qingzhengfang were indeed either rich or noble, and quite knowledgeable. They immediately screamed:
"Ghost—ghost—ghost master!"

'hiss--'

'thump. ’

When people in Ding'an Tower heard his exclamation, they became confused.

The breathing of the people behind the door stagnated, and someone fell down. The one who had been so tough before immediately shouted when Wu Shaochun attacked:
"Wait a minute!"

Wu Shaochun ignored it.

A ghost stove was set up, and ghost fire was rising inside the stove.

Amidst the white smoke, the pot began to boil.

There was a bright red totem painted on the door panel of the inn. The totem revived immediately when it encountered the evil spirit. In the lingering black air, there was a trace of ominous blood evil spirit coming out of the black fog.

But the next moment, a swirling white mist swept in, instantly wiping out the bloodstains on the door panel!
Once the door lost its protection from the ghost, the cold air from all around would enter through the cracks in the door.

The person inside the door immediately felt something was wrong and screamed:
"How dare you erase Master Ma's mark!"

Before he could finish his words, Wu Shaochun easily wiped off the ghost seal. Fan Bisi stepped forward and punched him, pushing open the door of the inn.

'call--'

The cold wind blew in, and I saw countless people crowded in the store lobby, looking coldly at the people outside.

"Good evening, everybody."

Zhao Fusheng looked at everyone, smiled and said hello, then turned back to look at Wu Shaochun:
"Shaochun, Shaochun, stop using your tricks. Once the door of Ding'an Tower opens, we are one of our own. Don't hurt the relationship."

As soon as she finished speaking, Wu Shaochun responded and then the evil spirit's power was retracted.

The ghost stove slowly disappeared and turned into white smoke that flowed into his body.

The black shadow under his feet squirmed, and the evil spirit's poisonous aura quickly disappeared.

It only took Wu Shaochun a few breaths to summon the ghost, apply the seal and subdue the ghost. For many ghost controllers, borrowing the power of a ghost is not difficult, but the difficulty lies in the process of perfectly subduing it. However, he was relaxed and at ease, and did not look embarrassed after subduing the ghost. Instead, he was able to do it as naturally as if it were his own arm.

Mr. Xie, who was leaning against Zhang Chuanshi, brightened up and exclaimed:

"This kid's methods are so handsome!"

"..."

There were quite a few people standing in the inn. Several people wearing thick blue coats surrounded a short and fat middle-aged man in the middle. Behind them, some people who stayed in the inn were leaning against the handrail of the stairs and looking out, their faces full of fear and anxiety.

Zhao Fusheng walked into the inn and glanced at the people around him:
"Who is the steward of the inn?"

As she asked the question, her eyes fell on the short and fat man who was surrounded by people.

In the light outside Ding'an Tower, she saw the fear and resentment in the man's eyes.

The man was about thirty years old, with a beard on his lips. He was wearing a thick cloak with a lining. He held the edge of the cloak tightly with both hands. When he saw Zhao Fusheng looking at him, his eyes flashed with fear and uneasiness. Finally, he gritted his teeth and took the initiative to agree:
"it's me."

"Light up."

Zhao Fusheng raised his hand and gave an order.

The man was in a state of confusion, but the situation was stronger than he was, so he had to suppress his anger and turned to the people around him and said:

"Light the lamp."

While he was talking, a few guys knew what was going on and quickly walked away from him.

Zhao Fusheng couldn't help but laugh when he saw this:
"We are all smart people, and I will only say some things once."

She said:
"I am a foreigner. It is said that a powerful dragon cannot defeat a local snake. I am new to your precious place and I should not cause trouble for you." Zhao Fusheng paused and continued:
"But you guys are too disrespectful to me. You didn't open the door after I knocked for a long time. I had no choice but to use my own method to ask you to open the door and let me in to hide from the rain."

She smiled:
"After the door is opened, we are all friends. Don't do anything inappropriate—" She hinted:
"For example, they treated me as a troublemaker and reported me to the police or asked the police to drive me away."

As soon as Zhao Fusheng finished speaking, several servants stopped in their tracks, looking at a loss.

The man in the thick cloak gritted his teeth, smiled twice, and suppressed his anger:
"Why haven't you turned on the lights yet? There are so many guests coming, so the important things to do are to boil water for tea and clean the rooms."

He is quite tactful.

After discovering that there was a ghost rider among Zhao Fusheng's group and that they were numerous and powerful, although he felt very uneasy, he did not panic.

After hearing the shopkeeper's words, the others gave up the idea of ​​reporting to the authorities privately.

The lights were quickly lit, and the hall was instantly as bright as day.

All the guests hiding behind the stairs and looking down showed looks of fear on their faces and retracted their heads the moment the lights came on.

The shopkeeper also looked a little frightened. He instinctively held up his cloak to cover his face, as if he was not used to the light.

After a few breaths, he forced his cloak down, revealing his chubby face.

He looked at the old man who led the people here with resentment, secretly kept the matter in mind, and planned to take revenge later.

The old man turned pale and murmured:
"Manager Liu, this is none of my business—"

"It really has nothing to do with him."

Zhao Fusheng said, then looked around and said:

"We are quite a large group of people. Please arrange as many rooms as you have available in your inn for us. We have been traveling for a long time. Please prepare some hot water and food."

Shopkeeper Liu forced a smile and said:

"All these are required for staying in an inn, but there is something I need to tell the adults first—"

"You say." Zhao Fusheng nodded.

Ding Datong glanced around the lobby. The hall was closed and the long benches next to the square tables had been taken away and placed upside down on the tables.

He took down a stool and placed it next to Zhao Fusheng:
"Sit down and talk to him, sir."

Zhao Fusheng nodded and sat down.

When Manager Liu and the others heard this, they paused and looked inquiringly.

"I don't know where you are from, but I see this gentleman has an extraordinary demeanor, he must not be an ordinary person."

When Manager Liu heard Ding Datong's address, he realized that Zhao Fusheng might have an extraordinary background. And there was a ghost rider beside her, so she was most likely from the Demon Suppression Division. He immediately changed his attitude and became respectful:
"Sir, our Qingzhengfang is not peaceful after nightfall. There will be ghosts appearing. According to the previous rules, in order not to disturb the ghosts appearing at night, the rules in the square are not to light lights, not to go out, and try to avoid collisions-"

After he finished speaking, he clasped his hands together, bowed and saluted:

"Your Excellency has all the hot water and food you want. Just tell me what you want to eat, but could you please turn off the lights first?"

After stating his request, he continued:
"There is one more request—"

Fan Wujiu couldn't help but say:
"Why do you ask for so much? If the adults don't say anything, you will never stop?"

"..."

Shopkeeper Liu smiled humbly:

"Sir, I am not being nosy. To be honest, behind our Ding'an Tower is the Shangyang County Demon Suppression Division. Every month, the families in Qingzhengfang pay a fee to the Demon Suppression Division, and the adults will ask the ghosts and gods to grant them seals."

It was early spring and the temperature in Shangyang County was cold. He wore only a single layer of clothing inside and a cloak outside. The door of Ding'an Tower was open, and the cold wind mixed with moisture rushed into the lobby, freezing his hands and feet, but he was so scared that sweat broke out on his forehead.

"We have it in Ding'an Tower too, but now that night is approaching, the Yin Spirit is about to come out, and the mark on our door is gone—"

Thinking about the horrific consequences if the ghost seal was gone and a vicious ghost came out, Shopkeeper Liu began to tremble all over.

"So please don't misunderstand me, I don't have to complain. I know you are honored guests and I didn't have time to greet you. We are open for business, so of course we want to make money by being friendly. It's just that I have to go to the Demon Suppression Bureau..."

"If that's the case, then you don't have to go."

Zhao Fusheng showed understanding on his face, then nodded and said:
"I asked someone to put this ghost seal on you, and I'll add another one for you later."

Her words made the shopkeeper pause and a look of disbelief appeared on his face.

Other people behind the stairs also looked over here secretly, as if they thought Zhao Fusheng was just bragging.

Zhao Fusheng smiled and didn't care about the expressions of others.

During her two-day stay in Jin County, she summoned ghosts and printed them, and the appearance of ghosts and gods captured the awe of the people in the county.

After the people in the county invited the door gods back home, the value of the door gods' incense increased dramatically, and the number of devout believers increased by tens of thousands. Now on the List of Gods, the position of the ghost god's token is shrouded in green smoke, making the ghost god's aura far more dangerous than before.

Zhao Fusheng had just arrived in Shangyang County and was trying out the door god's strength after gaining followers and offering large amounts of incense.

Thinking of this, she stood up and strode towards the door.

There was a circle of marks left on the gate that were corroded by white ghost smoke - this was the mark belonging to the stove ghost that remained after Wu Shaochun violently erased the ghost mark.

Zhao Fusheng had an idea and activated the List of Gods, summoning ghosts and gods to appear.

Amidst the black mist, the light from the lanterns hanging under the eaves was instantly suppressed, becoming half a head shorter.

The howling wind stopped, and the falling rain was also affected by the evil spirit, and the rustling sound of the rain falling on the roof stopped immediately.

I saw green smoke swirling in the black air, followed by a flash of blood. Two ghosts with solemn expressions stood behind Zhao Fusheng with their backs to the door.

Mr. Xie, who was half lying on Zhang Chuanshi, pressing Zhang Chuanshi to the point of suffocation, suddenly straightened up the moment the two ghosts appeared.

His pupils shrank sharply, and a solemn expression appeared on his face:
"Oh my god."

Mr. Xie shouted, his eyes shaking:

"These are two big pieces of stuff. I might not be able to lure my treasure away—"

His image at this moment was completely different from his previous image of holding his waist and crying out. When he straightened his waist, Zhang Chuanshi felt as if a mountain pressing down on him had been removed, and he breathed a sigh of relief.