I become a god in another world

Chapter 515: Leading the Ghost Out of the City
Chapter 515

Mr. Xie's eyes flashed and he looked at Liu Yizhen.

"Boy, you heard what she said. She doesn't care about our deal."

Liu Yizhen pursed his lips and smiled, looking a little honest and immature.

But Mr. Xie had learned a lesson from his sharp tongue today, and knew that he was not as honest and kind as he appeared to be, so he immediately said:
"Do you understand what I just said?"

"clear."

Liu Yizhen nodded:
"I understand the origin of the ghost coffin. It was decomposed by the evil ghost of Fengdu Yushi. After the ghost is revived, it may find the ghost coffin and piece together the ghost body."

He really understood.

Mr. Xie was still afraid that he had met a fool and needed to explain again and again, so he couldn't help but grin when he heard this.

However, as soon as the corners of his mouth opened, he remembered that Zhao Fusheng had been staring at his gums before, and immediately closed his mouth tightly again.

"Do you know the strength of Fengdu?" Mr. Xie asked again.

Liu Yizhen said:

"I can guess a few things."

"Oh?" Mr. Xie was a little surprised.

He doesn't look down on Wan'an County and others.

Although the strength of Zhao Fusheng and others exceeded his expectations, it was far beyond the reach of the ordinary county-level demon team under the jurisdiction of the county.

But being trapped in one place means that people's knowledge and cognition are restricted.

Judging from the conversation of Zhao Fusheng and others, they are not like ordinary villagers and townspeople - Liu Yizhen is even a descendant of Liu Huacheng, and it is very likely that they have received education.

However, reading ten thousand books is not as good as traveling ten thousand miles. Some things learned from books are ultimately superficial. Liu Yizhen's words about knowing Fengdu's strength were most likely ignorant of the immensity of the world to Mr. Xie.

"The grade of the headless ghost has reached the calamity level—"

Seeing that he didn't believe it, Liu Yizhen just spoke, and Mr. Xie's relaxed demeanor changed slightly:
"You actually know about the Tribulation Level."

“Since he was able to decompose a part of his own evil spirit and trap the headless ghost of the calamity level, General Wang’s strength must be above the average calamity level.” Liu Yizhen said.

"Yes." Mr. Xie's expression was uncertain:
"The laws of the evil spirits in Fengdu are also very special. However, just knowing the rank does not mean you know how terrifying the evil spirits of the robbery level are. You still need to actually deal with them -"

"Of course I know how terrifying a robbery-level ghost is." Liu Yizhen interrupted him.

Mr. Xie’s eyes almost popped out of their sockets again: “What did you say???”

Wu Shaochun curled his lips and said:

"Your Excellency has handled robbery-level ghost cases."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhu Guangling and Mr. Xie's faces changed slightly.

One was a mixture of surprise and disbelief, and the other was completely unexpected.

After a while, Mr. Xie said:

"She has a ghost car with her. It's dangerous to escape from a calamity-level ghost disaster, but it's not impossible—"

"That wasn't just an escape. Our Lord has temporarily calmed the ghost disaster."

Meng Po said unhappily.

"..." Mr. Xie was stunned for a moment and looked at Zhao Fusheng:

"How could you do this? How did you do it? Wan'an County, Wan'an County - how did you get into Wan'an County as a magistrate?"

Zhao Fusheng sighed and looked at him:
"Mr. Xie, do you want to hear the story or continue talking about this deal?"

Mr. Xie was choked by her words, and then continued:

"It seems that Wan'an County is indeed interesting. It won't be too late to listen to it after we finish our business."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Liu Yizhen:
"Since you have experienced the calamity-level ghost disaster, you should know the horror of the king sealing the capital above the calamity level. The ghost coffin is his thing, and now the headless ghost is gone, and the ghost coffin is empty. He may need you to return it to its original owner."

Things between ghost riders are naturally not so elegant. Mr. Xie said:
"Why don't you give me this ghost coffin? I will naturally give you a satisfactory reward, and you can save yourself the trouble. What do you think?"

Liu Yizhen smiled.

"No."

He shook his head:
"I don't care who this ghost coffin originally belonged to. I only know that this is something my grandfather handed over to me."

"When the headless ghost disaster occurred 58 years ago, Liu Huacheng was already middle-aged. He must have passed away now?" asked Mr. Xie.

Liu Yizhen said:

"He passed away last year, but before he died, he told me to guard this ghost coffin. I dare not disobey the elders in my family." He said politely:

"Of course, this ghost coffin belonged to Fengdu back then. I can understand if he wants to return it to its original owner, but it would be more reasonable for him to ask my grandfather for it. Now that my grandfather has spoken, I will return this ghost coffin."

Mr. Xie was stunned:
"Your grandfather is dead, how can Fengdu talk to him?"

Liu Yizhen said reservedly:

"My grandfather has revived as a fierce ghost, and is also at the calamity level."

"..."

Mr. Xie widened his eyes and sighed after a while:
"Wan'an County is really full of geniuses."

Zhao Fusheng also nodded.

He said:
"Good boy, it seems that you don't want to hand over the ghost coffin. Are you so sure that you can withstand the power of Fengdu?"

Liu Yizhen smiled:

"I think you didn't understand what Fusheng meant." As soon as he finished speaking, seeing Mr. Xie was stunned for a moment, he kindly explained:
"What Fusheng meant was that she doesn't care about normal transactions where both parties are willing, but if anyone wants to seize my ghost coffin by force, she will help."

Mr. Xie looked at Zhao Fusheng in a daze, and saw her nod as a matter of course:
"That's what it means."

"You dare to confront Fengdu?" He couldn't help laughing after he finished speaking:
"You're really not afraid of death."

"Just give it a try. If you can't beat me, you can't run away, right?" Zhao Fusheng said with a smile.

“……”Mr. Xie thought of her ghost car, his smile froze on his face, and he didn’t say anything.

……

The conversation about the ghost coffin came to an end, and Zhao Fusheng said seriously:
"We now have a general understanding of the situation in Shangyang County—"

She hesitated for a moment when she said this:
"Lao Zhang, do you want to participate in this case?"

Zhang Chuanshi was originally a member of the Demon Suppression Division. Since Wan'an County had to stay in Shangyang County to deal with this ghost disaster, Zhao Fusheng did not suspect anything when Zhang Chuanshi first said that he wanted to stay, which was contrary to his usual behavior.

But now that they know the whole story and have figured out the origin of the evil ghost controlled by Zang Xiongshan, everyone has already understood the relationship between the mother and child ghosts in human skin and Zhang Chuanshi.

His life had undergone drastic changes due to the death of his mother and sister. Now if he was left to deal with this ghost disaster, it might trigger the shadow in his heart.

Zhao Fusheng said:

"If you think - do you want to go with Datong and the others -"

"Do not."

Zhang Chuanshi shook his head:
"My Lord, I can't always escape. I don't want to be a coward. I want to see and find my mother—"

The moment Meng Po learned the truth, she felt deep resentment towards him.

But in this world, everyone suffers.

Zhang Chuanshi is also a victim.

These evil spirits that everyone fears were once their blood relatives.

Thinking of this, Meng Po felt a sense of sympathy, but she still had some resentment. She wanted to comfort him, but was also a little angry about his concealment, so she said with a stiff face:

"The dead cannot be resurrected. What's the use of finding the evil spirit after it revives?" As she spoke, her expression became melancholy, and she didn't know whether she was talking to Zhang Chuanshi or to herself.

"Yes, the dead are gone, they no longer remember their past lives, but the living still remember, and these memories may haunt me until the moment I die."

Zhang Chuanshi sighed:
"——As if everything has nothing to do with them, but it's clear that these things are related to them. It's really unfair."

"Yes."

Meng Po also responded faintly.

During the brief emotional resonance between the two, Meng Po's resentment towards Zhang Chuanshi was slightly reduced.

"So I must be involved in this case, sir. I would like to ask you, please -"

Zhang Chuanshi had an expression that was difficult to explain.

"When my mother was alive, she was a very kind person, gentle and considerate. All the neighbors and relatives around her spoke well of her. She—"

He wanted to ask for deification for his mother and sister.

However, Zhang Xiongwu (Paper Man Zhang) did all kinds of bad things, and Zhao Fusheng's parents even died indirectly because of him.

What made Zhang Chuanshi most uneasy was that he thought of the Shilipo ghost case - Zhao Fusheng drove a ghost car back to Liu Huacheng's birthday party forty years ago and met Zhang Xiongwu.

That was the critical period when Zhang Xiongwu was affected by the power of the evil spirit. Zhang Chuanshi couldn't even explain what happened to Zhao Fusheng's family. Was it because Zhang Xiongwu met her once that year and then remembered her appearance and features in his mind, and then caused such a big event forty years later?

The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he became, but he never dared to express his speculation out loud.

Sometimes I deceive myself by thinking that adults are very smart and may have already guessed this possibility, so I don’t need to remind them.

……

Now that he has come to Shangyang County, he has to face the shadows of the past and have to deal with his mother and sister who have resurrected as evil spirits. He wants to win a position as a god for his mother.

Although he didn't know what the purpose of the deification was, for Zhang Chuanshi, his mother and sister were no longer homeless, no longer killed people indiscriminately, no longer had to worry about being dismembered by a more powerful person one day in the future, and they stayed by Zhao Fusheng's side, and sometimes he could even take a look at them when he encountered a ghost disaster - it was actually a good thing when he thought about it.

But if Zhao Fusheng already knew the truth, would she still be willing to deify her mother?
His cowardly nature took over again and he didn't dare to ask.

"I'm prepared for this."

Zhao Fusheng glanced at him.

The ghost disaster in Shangyang County is extremely fierce.

The power of the human-skin mother and child ghosts is very strong. After decades of continuous "feeding" by ghost controllers, the ghost mother's children have reached the disaster level, or even the calamity level. She didn't even dare to think about what kind of terrifying existence the ghost mother is.

Fortunately, she still has the List of the Gods to rely on.

Thinking of this, she felt a little more at ease.

Zhang Chuanshi was still worried about how to ask for his mother, but when he heard this, he felt relieved and burst into tears of gratitude:

"Thank you, sir. Thank you, sir."

"???"

Mr. Xie watched the conversation between the two and was confused.

Unfortunately, no one was in the mood to explain to him at this time.

He sighed:
"When are you going to start?"

Zhao Fusheng said seriously:

"Does this kind of thing require an auspicious day?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Mr. Xie paused as he was about to touch his sleeve to check the fortune, and a guilty look appeared on his face.

"Of course the sooner the better. After we send Ding Datong and the others away, we will start right away. The sooner we get done, the sooner we can rest assured!"

Zhu Guangling was a little nervous when he heard this, but he did not object.

The human-skinned ghost mother has gradually revived. When he left the Demon Suppression Bureau in the morning, the eyeball in the center of the ghost mother's forehead had grown out and was half-open.

For some reason, he always felt that once the ghost mother's third eye opened completely, perhaps the disaster would come.

"We can't do it in Qingzhengfang."

Zhu Guangling spat out a mouthful of dirty water nonchalantly, then spoke more clearly:
"The people who live here are either rich or noble, and they have some connection with the Imperial Capital, which leads the ghosts to the lower three quarters."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone's expressions changed.

Zhao Fusheng was originally furious, but as soon as the anger arose, it turned into a sigh.

"Master Zhu, why is it so?!"

He has a complex personality.

When faced with a ghost disaster, Zhu Guangling did not hesitate because of human nature's fear of death. Instead, judging from his attitude, he was ready to fight for his life in this ghost disaster.

As a ghost rider, he is a rare person with a strong sense of responsibility and who is not afraid of death.

But the decisions he made were particularly cruel to ordinary people.

In his heart, he divided people into different classes. To him, the dignitaries from the upper three districts were obviously more worthy of survival.

If it is said that he has lost his humanity, the reason he did so is to protect his family.

Zhu Guangling's face was sallow and he said nothing.

"Master Zhu, don't forget that you are the head of a county. For the people of Shangyang County, whether it is the upper three districts or the lower three districts, you are their heaven, the 'god' they worship."

Zhao Fusheng looked at his miserable face that was stained by sewage, and finally softened his tone:
"Master Zhu, wipe the water off your face."

Zhu Guangling lowered his head:

"Master Zhao, after this is over, if you are still alive, can you take care of my family for me?"

Zhao Fusheng sighed:
"I entered Shangyang County and met you. Since you made this request to me, if I can enter the capital alive, if your relatives are really in trouble, I will help them."

She said:
"But it's not because of your special status, nor do I want you to risk your life to ask for favors, or do anything. It's purely because you are a ghost rider of the Demon Suppression Department. I will do my best to take care of your family as a colleague. I also hope that if I am gone in the future, there will be someone who can take care of the people around me—"

Before she could finish her words, Kuai Manyi grabbed her hand tightly and shouted in a sharp voice:
"Fu Sheng!"

Zhao Fusheng smiled and held her hand:
"But I can't promise you how long I can take care of them. I can only say that if I am alive and your people need my help, I will do my best."

A bright light gradually appeared in Zhu Guangling's eyes.

Zhao Fusheng did not give him a false promise. She spoke very sincerely, but the more so, the more reassured Zhu Guangling became.

His expression became much more relaxed, as if a huge weight had been lifted from his heart.

"I'll have someone prepare a carriage, or I'll clear some of the people in the city—"

"Just prepare the carriage, and don't act rashly in the city."

Zhao Fusheng shook his head:
"Your original plan was very good. The human-skin mother and child ghosts are very powerful, so it is not appropriate for them to cause any trouble in the city. We will lead the ghosts out of the city and send people to guard the city. As long as the people do not cause any trouble, it will be fine."

She advised:
"At this critical juncture, we must not allow any human disaster to happen!"

Zhu Guangling was convinced by her at this time and responded obediently:
"Yes."

After he finished speaking, he asked again:
"If you attract ghosts, what are you going to do? I can make a heavy rain and lead the ghosts away in the rain—"

"Need not."

Zhao Fusheng shook his head:
"Some perceptive people in Shangyang County may have realized the problem of rain. Let's find another way to lure out the ghosts."

"What method?"

Mr. Xie was very interested to see that she was so young but had made all the arrangements properly, so he couldn't help but ask in the same tone as Zhu Guangling.

He asked this question casually, and had no intention of Zhao Fusheng really coming up with a useful suggestion - after all, luring the ghosts out of the city is easy to say but difficult to execute, and it just sounded like a few light words spoken casually.

Mr. Xie didn't agree with her words in his heart. He wanted to join in the fun, but he didn't expect that as soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Fusheng looked at him with a smile:

"I'd like to ask you to help me with this method, Mr. Xie."