I become a god in another world

Chapter 493 Teamwork
Chapter 493

"Uuuuuu——"

"嘤嘤嘤!"

The ghost's crying continued, and amid the sound of "bang bang bang" knocking on the door, the walls and doors immediately became soft like cloth.

The evil ghost's face was magnified dozens of times and imprinted on this special 'door panel'.

When the crying stopped, the power of the ghost face stopped for a while, and the power of the door god blocked the evil spirit of the evil ghost and pushed the protruding ghost face out a little;
But then a constant stream of knocking sounds and ghost cries rang out at the same time, suppressing the door god's power.

This happened two or three times, and the blood light on the door panel stagnated. The ghost shadow of the door god faded a little, and only some green incense smell remained to keep the ghost shadow from dissipating.

"Everyone be careful, the door gods can't stop us."

Zhao Fusheng shouted.

From the moment the evil spirit knocks on the door to the moment it is about to break in, it actually only takes a moment.

As soon as she finished shouting this, Mr. Xie subconsciously touched his waist, but he touched nothing.

"It's over!" He slapped his thigh.
"The clothes are with the servants."

As soon as he finished speaking, he lowered his arm, turned his wrist, and a golden bell was held in his palm:

"Hehe, luckily there is this thing!"

Mr. Xie finished speaking, and then he straightened his back, his face full of confidence:

"let me!"

As soon as he finished shouting, the bell in his hand rang.

'Ding-dang-dang——'

As soon as the ring sounded, the air around it seemed to take on substance and began to distort.

Although the Ghost Bell is just a replica of the Golden Bell of Time and Space, it has a great influence on ghosts.

The door god's imprint was attacked from both sides, and the originally precarious 'net of heaven and earth' shattered into pieces and turned into red gas and dissipated.

As the blood-red ghost veins that were scattered throughout the house were broken, the door could no longer block the shadow of the evil ghost.

"Boo, boo, boo——" The crying sound rang out again, the evil spirit came back again, and the illusion of the door god was broken.

The red light turned into a layer of residual gauze that covered the ghost face, then sank inward and rushed into the Ding'an Tower.

"..."

"..."

"..."

Everyone remained silent.

As the ghost gate was broken, the evil ghost rushed into the house with a red light. Manager Liu's mind went blank and he even forgot to dodge.

At the critical moment, Zhao Fusheng raised his leg and kicked him, kicking him under the high counter beside the door.

The evil ghost entered the house with a chilling aura, and everyone fell silent.

The ghost shadow passed by Zhao Fusheng, Ding Datong and others and went straight to Mr. Xie.

"Hehe——" Mr. Xie laughed smugly at first, but when he saw the evil spirit rushing over, he realized something was wrong and his smile froze: "Not good."

The ghost was attracted by the sound of the bell and followed him.

Zhang Chuanshi was alert and very disloyal. He immediately crouched down, crawled under a four-legged table nearby, and quickly crawled away from Mr. Xie.

Mr. Xie led the ghost and began to walk quickly in the building:

"The gods return to the temples, the ghosts return to the graves, and the demons and monsters return to the mountains and forests."

The spell he chanted had some strange power, attracting evil spirits to follow him.

The bell rang rapidly, and Mr. Xie turned to look at Zhao Fusheng with a sad face:
"Heaven and earth, please save me--"

"..."

Zhao Fusheng was speechless.

Mr. Xie paused in his incantation. The evil spirit's aura surged. His face turned pale, and he raised his voice and chanted:
"Gods return to temples, ghosts return to graves - help, help -"

When the spell is chanted, the ghost's movements pause slightly, but once the spell is messed up, the ghost will immediately lose control.

‘Bang bang bang. ’

The door of Ding'an Building was broken, but the strange knocking noise was still heard.

This time, the knock on the door sounded on Mr. Xie's back.

Every knock was like shaking his body.

At this time, his feet were no longer sore, his waist no longer hurt, and he had more energy to walk.

In order to avoid being caught up by the red light, he ran around the store as if his feet were greased.

A red light extended from under the feet of the evil ghost and chased Mr. Xie at an incredibly fast speed, catching up with his heels in an instant.

The black air immediately spread all over his body and even climbed onto the golden bell in his hand.

The golden bell was affected by the power of the ghost, and black spots appeared on it.

Then the golden bell shattered, and countless gold pieces turned into debris and fell to the ground.

"Ding-dong!"

The bell broke into two pieces in Mr. Xie's hand, and Mr. Xie screamed:
"Ah? Broken?!"

He stretched out his hand and threw the broken bell out, then turned his wrist:
"I have other things—"

He held a palm-sized spirit tablet in his hand.

At one end of the spirit tablet, the evil ghost paused.

In the flashing red light, the ghost's true form suddenly appeared.

All I saw was a piece of blood-red human skin, with a ball of black gas wrapped inside.

Judging from the human skin, the evil ghost seemed to be a slim woman when it was alive. It was filled with resentment and slowly walked towards Mr. Xie.

At first, it seemed to be affected by the spirit tablet offered by Mr. Xie, and it walked slowly, but with every step it took, resentment surged to the sky, and a crack appeared on Mr. Xie's spirit tablet.

It seems that within five steps, Mr. Xie’s spirit tablet will be shattered.

The evil ghost's pace quickened, getting closer and closer to Mr. Xie.

Zhang Chuanshi hid under the table, trembling as he watched this scene, muttering to himself:

"I think your method is not going to work—"

"Fusheng, help me—"

Mr. Xie shouted.

Liu Yizhen's mouth twitched, and Zhao Fusheng sighed:
"We control the ghost."

Mr. Xie has special means that can make ghosts chase him, but he obviously does not have enough power to control ghosts, and he has limited powerful items in his hands.

Once the power of the evil creature is exhausted, the ghost can kill him the moment it catches up with him.

After his death, ghosts will run rampant in Ding'an Tower, and people may still die.

Although judging from the danger tonight, the evil spirit that even the door gods could not stop will definitely not be able to stop the original mark of Ding'an Tower - but no matter what, the mark was erased because of her, and she was the first to create the cause and effect, and she must not let anything happen to Ding'an Tower tonight.

As soon as she finished speaking, she shouted:
"Man Zhou, stop the evil spirit!"

"it is good!"

The little girl responded.

'Murmur.'

Shopkeeper Liu, who was kicked under the counter by Zhao Fusheng, seemed to hear the sound of flowing water while he was still in shock.

The sound of this water flow is different from the puddles formed after rain in Qingzhengfang. It sounds like a rushing river.

He looked out through the curtain hanging from the bottom of the cabinet with trepidation, and saw that a strange river had appeared in the hall of Ding'an Building at some point.

The tables and chairs that were originally placed in the hall were swallowed up by the blood-red river water, and blood-red ghost flowers suddenly bloomed on both sides of the water.

As the Yellow Spring and the Ghost Flower appeared, the evil ghost that was chasing Mr. Xie was immediately attracted and was rolled into the Ghost Flower.

Amidst the entanglement of the ghost flowers, an evil ghost appeared.

The blood-stained human skin was soft and dirty, and the inside seemed to be hollowed out. He walked among the ghost flowers in a strange and difficult way.

Wherever the evil ghost went, all the ghost flowers withered, leaving behind faint bloodstains.

On the contrary, the originally shriveled human skin quickly filled up after stepping on the ghost flower.

The pair of human-skin calves gradually seemed to regain strength and no longer had the difficulty of walking as before.

After devouring a portion of the power of the evil ghost in Kuailiang Village, the evil ghost in human skin seemed to have found the direction to escape from the ghost flowers and was slowly stepping out of the bush of ghost flowers.

At this moment, without Zhao Fusheng's shouting, Wu Shaochun also began to exert the power of the evil spirit.

The ghost stove appeared, and the ghost fire in the stove was rising.

The pot began to boil, and the evil spirits peered in, pushing the lid, occasionally revealing a pair of scalded eyes staring at the crowd outside. Meng Po also moved.

The reason why Wu Shaochun summoned the ghost stove was not to deal with the human-skin ghost.

The rank of the human-skin ghost suppressed Kuai Manzhou. The Yellow Spring and Ghost Flower, which could trap disaster-level ghosts, were instantly crushed under the feet of the human-skin ghost. Wu Shaochun knew very well that his stove ghost was no match for it.

The reason why he summoned the ghost stove was to assist Meng Po in making preparations.

——The most direct thing that the people from Wan'an County learned from the trip to Beijing was that teamwork is far more powerful than individual strength fighting alone.

As soon as the ghost stove was built, Meng Po walked over.

Her chest began to bleed.

Vicious air flowed out from the big holes on her chest and back. She took out a special "pot" made of a terrifying ghost head from her chest and put it in the ghost stove.

At the same time, the memories of the ups and downs of life experiences turned into the raw materials for making Meng Po soup, which she grabbed and threw into this special ghost pot that belonged to her alone.

The power of the Kitchen Ghost was suppressed by Meng Po, and he obediently began to make Meng Po soup.

A strong evil spirit rose into the sky and turned into a blood moon, shining on Meng Po's head.

Under the blood moon, Meng Po is almost invincible.

She concentrated on boiling the medicine, and in the blink of an eye, the special bowl of ghost soup was ready.

But the human-skin ghost had already lost control and did not go towards Meng Po because of Kuai Manzhou's ghost flower.

Seeing this, Zhang Chuanshi, who was hiding under the table, gritted his teeth:

"Sir, I'm here to lend you a hand."

He climbed out of the table and crawled towards the underworld.

The moment he approached the Yellow Spring, a ghost ship appeared under him and slid into the Ghost Spring carrying Zhang Chuanshi's body.

He swung the paddle in his hand and looked at the human-skinned ghost:

"Guests, get on board!"

The evil ghost emitted a flash of black energy and then disappeared from the spot.

Then, black gas billowed up into the sky beside the river bank, and a roll of soft human skin walked onto the boat with relatively "intact" steps.

As soon as the evil ghost of the robbery level got on board, the ghost ship controlled by Zhang Chuanshi immediately sank a lot.

The water from Huangquan almost flooded the ship's side and poured into the cabin.

Zhang Chuanshi felt a chill behind him. He wanted to wave his arms, but the boat seemed to be filled with iron slurry and remained motionless on the river bank.

The ghost began to devour the ghost ship - Zhang Chuanshi's ghost ship could not carry this big ghost.

He originally saw that Mr. Xie could still take the ghost for a walk, so he had the illusion that this human-skin ghost was easy to deal with.

Now that he has actually tried it himself, Zhang Chuanshi finally realizes how terrifying this ghost is.

At this moment, Zhao Fusheng shouted:
"Lao Zhang, get off the boat immediately."

Zhang Chuanshi no longer dared to take any chances.

Almost at the moment Zhao Fusheng spoke, he abandoned the boat and fled.

At the same time, Zhao Fusheng activated the Investiture of the Gods, and the Huangquan Opera Troupe appeared on one side of Huangquan.

The ghost troupe set up the stage immediately, and in the blink of an eye, the ghost actress shook her body and stood in the center of the stage.

'Dong-dong-long-dong-clang.'

The sound of gongs and drums immediately drowned out the woman's sobbing and the knocking on the door.

As soon as the disaster-level ghost troupe, which was blessed with the power of the List of Investiture of the Gods, appeared in the world, it immediately lured away the evil ghosts in human skin.

The ghost stopped devouring the ghost ship and sat on the ghost ship. The boat moved automatically without wind and slowly drifted downstream towards the ghost troupe.

"Mother Meng."

Zhao Fusheng felt relieved. Meng Po nodded without her instructions.

"The soup is ready."

Fan Bisi was quick to pick up the bowl that Mr. Xie had used to wash his eyes, poured the water in the bowl into the underworld, and handed the empty bowl to Meng Po.

Meng Po caught the bowl, lifted the ghost head and shook it - a large amount of Meng Po soup with black gas came out of the ghost skull's mouth and into the bowl.

At this moment, the evil spirits riding on the ghost ship had already docked at the troupe.

Meng Po has been waiting for a long time.

She handed the bowl to the human-skinned ghost:

"Guest, since you have come to the underworld, drink this bowl of Meng Po soup. Let the past go with the wind. Why cling to it?"

No one can resist Meng Po's soup.

The evil ghost raised his soft human skin arms and caught the bowl.

The ghost held the bowl but didn't drink.

But the soup in the bowl turned into a wisp of black gas, like a water column flowing upstream, and poured into the evil ghost's mouth.

After drinking Meng Po soup, the evil ghost's solid feet were dissolved.

The resentment within the human skin began to dissipate. The human skin that had fallen to the ground lost the blessing of the resentment and began to float lightly in the air.

……

Ghost case solved! ?

This thought came to everyone's mind at the same time.

Mr. Xie's expression became solemn.

His eyes fell on the human skin floating in the air, and his previous laughing expression disappeared, and his brows furrowed.

Wu Shaochun's gaze fell on the ghost stove.

There was a strong Yin fire in the stove, but for some reason, after the human-skin ghost drank the Meng Po soup, the ghost fire weakened, leaving only a small flame still burning.

Meng Po's blood moon was still hanging high above our heads.

The ghost troupe had not yet been invited back into the Investiture of the Gods. The Yellow Springs, ghost flowers, ghost ships, and all kinds of evil spirit forces formed a clever restraint, maintaining a moment of peace.

The matter seemed to have been resolved, but the two brothers Fan Bisi and Fan Wujiu felt inexplicably uneasy. They instinctively clenched their fists and stood to the left and right of Zhao Fusheng.

"The ghost, the ghost has been solved?"

Shopkeeper Liu, who was lying under the counter, paused when he heard the noise outside and couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

No one agreed to his request.

After a while, Ding Datong took a breath of cold air:
"Sir, it's bad. The ancestor surnamed Xie is sitting in the opera troupe."

"..."

A vein on Zhao Fusheng's forehead jumped, and he turned his head to see that Mr. Xie, who had a strange background, had indeed sat down in the troupe.

"No wonder the troupe stopped singing."

She stretched out her hand and pulled Mr. Xie out of the troupe. Mr. Xie then struggled:

"Let me go, I want to sit at the head table."

"Don't be crazy. Did you hear this ghost play?!" Zhao Fusheng said gritting her teeth. She really wanted to give this visitor from the Xie family a brain-shattering blow.

Mr. Xie was scolded by her, and it was as if he had just woken up from a dream. He said in fear:

"It's really scary. A ghost charmer never thought that one day he would be charmed by a ghost show—"

As soon as he finished speaking, the ghost troupe started performing again.

Everyone was eager to try, even Mr. Xie had a look of longing on his face, and wanted to go towards the ghost troupe again.

……

Ding Datong resisted the temptation in his heart, covered his ears, and walked to Zhao Fusheng.

He looked at the floating human skin in mid-air with horror, and asked Zhao Fusheng in a low voice:

"Sir, has this ghost been solved?"

Traveling all the way from Dongping Village, he witnessed with his own eyes the scenes of Meng Po, Zhao Fusheng, Kuai Manzhou and others working together to solve cases, and had seen them subdue countless ghosts during this journey.

But for some reason, Ding Datong didn't feel at ease at all when he looked at the human skin floating in the air this time.

Instead, an inexplicable palpitation enveloped his heart.

After he finished speaking, he saw Zhao Fusheng move her lips, but he didn't hear her speak.

Ding Datong then realized that he had covered his ears.

In fact, facing the temptation of the ghost troupe, simply covering your ears will not do much.

The temptation of the evil spirit comes from the soul and the heart. What he did was just an attempt to cover up his mistake.

Thinking of this, Ding Datong put his hand down dejectedly.