I become a god in another world

Chapter 517 Be prepared
Chapter 517

Zhu Guangling's words made everyone stop what they were doing and turn to look at his back.

Mr. Xie's gaze changed, and finally he turned to look at Zhao Fusheng.

He supported the tea table with one hand, chin resting on his palm, waiting for her response.

"I'm not you. I can't answer this question for you."

Zhao Fusheng shook his head.

Zhu Guangling exuded an even stronger aura of death.

But then Zhao Fusheng said:

"But if it were me, I would still choose to study."

Her words made Zhu Guangling's back stiffen, and Kuai Manzhou, who was holding her, also looked up at her.

"I'd rather be in pain in a clear state than be confused in a dark state." Zhao Fusheng shook his head.

"Some things can only be left vague on the surface, but not in the heart - forget it, Sir Zhu, go and get busy, there are still many things to do."

"..." Zhu Guangling stood there in a daze. After a while, he sighed and replied softly:
"it is good."

As he spoke, the water overflowing from beneath his feet strangely recirculated and squirmed back into the shadow beneath his feet.

With a rustling sound, Zhu Guangling took out the handkerchief from his sleeve again, wiped his cheeks, and then went down the stairs to Ding'an Building.

After he left, Mr. Xie also sighed:

"Now that Zhu Guangling is gone, I have to make some preparations."

He glanced at Zhao Fusheng:

"My clothes are with the servants. I have to call them here first."

After saying that, he reached into his sleeve and took out a piece of gold fragment. Zhao Fusheng took a look at it and felt that it looked familiar.

Mr. Xie stood up and shook his sleeves. With a "crackling" sound, a lot of gold fragments fell out and landed all over the table.

Zhao Fusheng looked at the gold fragments and hesitated for a moment:

"Is this the golden bell you held yesterday?"

"Correct."

Mr. Xie nodded:
"Oh, that human-skin ghost tore me to pieces yesterday." At this point, he showed dissatisfaction on his face and complained non-stop:
"I really hate dealing with this kind of people. They have very low moral character. They destroy other people's things without compensation and don't even apologize."

Under normal circumstances, Zhang Chuanshi is the most mean-mouthed person, so I would at least have to say something back to him.

Unfortunately, he was too upset to bother with Mr. Xie. He just looked at Zhao Fusheng and said:

"My Lord, I might as well go out and see if there is a suitable coffin."

This "ghost funeral" was held for his relatives. Although the purpose was to attract ghosts, it had a special meaning in Zhang Chuanshi's heart and he wanted to make it perfect.

Zhao Fusheng nodded and said:

"Go ahead, let Shaochun go with you."

The situation in Shangyang County is complicated. Although Zhang Chuanshi controls a very evil creature, in this place, only one very evil creature is not enough. Wu Shaochun controls the stove ghost, who has a steady temperament, so it is more reassuring to have him accompany us.

Zhang Chuanshi also knew the purpose of her arrangement, and was moved, and responded:

"Thank you, sir."

The two men left immediately.

Zhao Fusheng signaled to both Fan brothers to go and have a rest. Meng Po glanced at Mr. Xie. She was not interested in these things. There might be a big battle in the evening, and she also wanted to make some preparations. Therefore, after saying goodbye to Zhao Fusheng, she left with Fan Bisi and the others.

Finally, only Zhao Fusheng and Kuai Manzhou were left in the teahouse, watching Mr. Xie assemble the golden bell.

Two people, one big and one small, lay on the table, watching Mr. Xie's nimble fingers piece together the gold fragments.

"Can this gold still be spent?" Zhao Fusheng asked as he picked up a piece of gold.

Mr. Xie was assembling the bell seriously and answered casually:

"It's made of gold, so of course it can be spent." After saying that, he paused and looked up at Zhao Fusheng:
"You want it?"

Zhao Fusheng nodded:
“Who doesn’t want gold?”

Mr. Xie said, "If you want it, trade it with the golden bell of your ghost car."

"Did the evil spirit you command do business when it was alive?" Zhao Fusheng was surprised: "It doesn't look like that to me."

……

While the two were bickering, Mr. Xie had already put most of the bell together. He rolled his eyes and took the gold fragments back from Zhao Fusheng's hand.

It's just that the human-skin ghost was too ferocious last night, and many of Mr. Xie's golden bells were broken into pieces. Although most of the fragments were recovered, a small part was still missing. Therefore, the reassembled golden bell looked slightly smaller than yesterday.

"Your bell is broken like this, can it still be used?"

When Zhao Fusheng saw the embryonic form of the golden bell, he couldn't help but ask curiously.

Mr. Xie said:

"The real function of the golden bell lies in the evil spirit, not the bell itself. Without the blessing of the evil spirit, it is just some broken gold. I will use something to stick it, and it can still be used when the time comes."

Zhao Fusheng nodded when he heard this:
"So how are you going to stick it—"

Before she finished speaking, she saw Mr. Xie grinning. She was horrified and stood up at the same time as Kuai Manzhou, with disgust on her face:
"You're not going to stick it with saliva, are you?"

Mr. Xie was embarrassed when she said this, and said as if he was trying to cover up his mistake:

"Of course not."

After saying that, he bit his finger hard:
"Use blood to stick, use blood to stick."

His finger was bitten, but no blood flowed out. Instead, a thick black gas like smoke overflowed from the wound.

The fog was clinging to silk threads that were so thin that they were almost indistinguishable to the naked eye. They covered the golden bell and repaired the cracks on the bell one by one.

As Mr. Xie repaired the bell, the cracks were erased one by one.

In a moment, a brand new ghost bell (replica) appeared in his hand.

Mr. Xie took the golden bell and glanced at the two men:
"What are you doing? Why are you guarding me?"

"Nothing to do."

Zhao Fusheng shook his head:
"We are alone, and we have nothing to prepare. It depends on how you shake people."

Kuai Manzhou also nodded.

Mr. Xie sighed and said in a good-tempered manner:
"Ok."

As soon as he finished speaking, his whole demeanor became gloomy. He grabbed the handle of the bell with one hand and shook his wrist gently: Ding ding ding.

The bell rang several times, and black air escaped from the bell, quickly spreading the sound.

Zhao Fusheng was in a trance for a moment.

The beggar ghosts and the evil ghosts that gave first and took later that she controlled were all agitated at the same time.

Ghost flowers began to appear under Kuai Manzhou's feet, surrounding her.

The bell rang by Mr. Xie this time did not have any suppressing power. This person's strength is hard to estimate. He actually had the power to revive a disaster-level evil spirit with just a fake.

The sound of the bell spread far and wide, spreading in all directions.

Fortunately, Zhao Fusheng's two ghosts counteracted each other, and Kuai Manzhou's Ghost Village and Mrs. Zhuang Si just achieved a balance, so the two of them were distracted for only a moment before they came back to their senses.

I saw dark clouds rolling in the distant sky, as if several evil spirits were moving towards this side quickly.

Zhao Fusheng's mind moved, and she stood up and walked to the edge - she was on the top floor of Ding'an Tower, which stood out in Shangyang County. Standing on the top floor, she could see most of Shangyang County. In her field of vision, she saw five black air rushing from several directions of Shangyang County towards the direction of Ding'an Tower.

Because the black gas moved too fast, it formed several long marks, which to the naked eye looked like five palms of different lengths.

In an instant, the black gas stopped at the foot of Ding'an Tower.

The guests and waiters downstairs didn't even realize that something was wrong. They just felt the sky darken in an instant, and the black air disappeared immediately. Then five cold and evil auras suddenly appeared in the teahouse on the top floor.

Kuai Manzhou sensed the evil spirit of the evil ghost, and his pupils began to overflow with evil spirits. Just as he was about to take action, Mr. Xie shouted:
"Don't do it, don't do it, my servant is here."

As soon as he finished speaking, five black auras stood still.

Five 'human figures' gradually emerged from the black air.

It is no longer accurate to call them "people"; they are clearly five evil spirits.

Their faces were pale and their hair was stiff, as if it had been oiled and was surprisingly shiny.

The five evil ghosts were wearing a set of loose, brand new dark blue shrouds that didn't fit them very well. Each ghost had a carrying pole on his shoulder, with ropes tied to both sides of the pole. On the ropes were several baskets filled with all kinds of things.

"..."

Although Zhao Fusheng guessed that Mr. Xie’s servant might not be a decent person - after all, how could a decent human being be able to use a ghost bell to locate a location by sound?

But she never expected that Mr. Xie actually used five ghosts to move items.

"You are really amazing, using ghosts to move things—" Before she finished her words, another thought came to her mind:
"How do we control the five ghosts that carry the items?"

Ghosts moving things are safe and reliable. They don’t need to collect salaries, eat or drink, and they won’t cheat or be cunning.

Mr. Xie ignored her and went to check the items happily.

Those baskets contained suonas, cymbals, bells, erhus, shengs, and flutes. They were all old, but it was obvious that they had been frequently handled, and many parts of them were polished to a shiny finish.

"All are here. Nothing is lost."

After he finished speaking, he turned to look at Zhao Fusheng:
"What did you just say? Five ghosts moving? This is easy. You find a suitable evil ghost and use something related to the laws on it as a guide. This is equivalent to a disguised small decomposed evil ghost. At the same time, you can integrate part of the decomposed ghost corpse into the golden bell. Once the bell is rung, the ghost's law will be activated, and it will instinctively chase the sound of the bell - that is, it will want to find its own ghost body and piece it together."

When mentioning these methods, Mr. Xie became interested and talked endlessly:
"This way, they will come when they hear the bell, and when the five ghosts meet, they will restrain each other's power and fall into a deep sleep, and will not explode and hurt people. Isn't it perfect?"

Zhao Fusheng nodded and began to think about a suitable evil spirit in his mind.

……

The morning passed quickly.

Ding Datong, along with Tao Lifang, Hu Rong and the Lu family, hurriedly left the city.

Manager Liu of Ding'an Tower also wanted to leave, but Zhu Guangling sent people to suppress him.

His family had already been taken care of, so when facing ordinary people from Shangsanfang like Liu Yequan, he showed a tough attitude and was no longer as easy to talk to as before. No matter how hard Liu Yequan tried, he was still unable to leave Shangyang County.

Time passed little by little, and after noon, Zhao Fusheng and others finished their meal, took a short rest, and then got up to go to the Demon Suppression Division.

The Demon Suppression Division of Shangyang County is just opposite the main gate of Ding'an Tower.

After Zhao Fusheng walked past, he found that the old man who led the way last night took everyone out of the back door.

Although Shangyang County has been threatened by the human-skin mother and child ghosts in the past few decades, successive generals, perhaps because of the influence of the ghost disaster, have become extremely extravagant and decorated the entire lobby of the Demon Suppression Bureau in an extremely grand manner.

When Zhao Fusheng arrived in front of the gate, he looked up at the signboard of the Demon Suppression Division as usual, but found that there was no plaque belonging to the Demon Suppression Division here.

The space above where the plaque was originally hung was actually bare.

Zhu Guangling led a group of people from Shangyang County and stood outside the Demon Suppression Division waiting. When he saw Zhao Fusheng and others coming over, his stiff face relaxed and he quickly stepped forward.

Zhao Fusheng looked up at the empty plaque above the Demon Suppression Bureau. He didn't understand what was going on, but still waited quietly there.

Zhao Fusheng retracted his gaze and asked Zhu Guangling:

"Where's the sign of the Demon Suppression Division?"

Upon hearing this, Mr. Xie, who was following the five ghosts, looked at her but said nothing.

Zhu Guangling said:

"The signboard of Shangyang County has always been missing, and no one has mentioned this matter in the past few decades."

After he finished speaking, he asked again:

"My Lord, are you interested in this sign? I have 38 counties under my jurisdiction in Shangyang Prefecture. I will have them all brought to you, my Lord."

Mr. Xie couldn't listen any longer and asked him:
"Do you know what this is? Just give it to her if she asks for it?"

Zhu Guangling's face was gloomy and he said without hesitation:

"I don't care what it is, as long as you want it, I'll give it to you."

"You——" Mr. Xie was about to speak, but Zhao Fusheng waved his hand:

"Okay, stop arguing and get down to business first."

She was planning to take the plaque, but at this moment the human skin mother and child ghost was the most urgent matter.

Zhao Fusheng looked at Zhu Guangling:

"Is everything ready?"

Zhu Guangling nodded:
"Okay, all the items needed for a funeral have been purchased, and the Demon Suppression Division's personnel are all here. You can select soldiers and generals as you like."

He pointed inside:
"The coffin that Master Zhang bought has also been delivered. It's inside."

After finishing speaking, he added:
"We set out from the Demon Suppression Division and headed towards the north gate of the city. The road there is closer. At the same time, the area around ten miles outside the city is all fields and no one lives there."

This man was a government official before he became a ghost driver, and he was very adept at handling these political affairs.

"I have informed the people along the way that the Demon Suppression Division will hold a funeral in the afternoon, and have sent people to inform the people along the way to avoid it, and the soldiers guarding the city will also retreat half a mile after the time."

Zhao Fusheng nodded:
"You handled it well."

A smile appeared on Zhu Guangling's face.

As they were talking, Zhang Chuanshi and others also came over.

He had changed into clean dark clothes and covered himself with linen, dressed like a filial son. It did not look out of place in the funeral items here.

"Sir, the coffins and other things have been prepared, but there was no time to customize an exquisite villa, carriage, etc., so we only bought some hurriedly made ones from other people, which are not very exquisite."

"It's okay, as long as the intention is there." Zhao Fusheng nodded.

Zhang Chuanshi responded.

Zhao Fusheng then looked at Zhu Guangling again:
"Where is the human-skin ghost mother?"

As soon as the serious matter was mentioned, everyone's expressions became stern and Zhang Chuanshi clenched his palms.

Zhu Guangling nodded:
"You guys come with me."

The other people in the Demon Suppression Division of Shangyang County showed fear on their faces.

The group led by Zhao Fusheng were not afraid. Instead, they looked eager to try and followed Zhu Guangling.

The Demon Suppression Office in Shangyang County covers a large area. The layout of the front hall is similar to that of ordinary Demon Suppression Offices. In the middle is the hall with the door wide open for people who report crimes to enter. There are various side rooms around it, which are used for office work, case interrogation, etc.

The back is divided into four gates. The outer ones are used for servants and slaves to live, the inner ones are where the commanders and envoys rest, and the most central one is the forbidden area of ​​Shangyang County - the territory of the generals who control Shangyang County. Zang Xiongshan also died here.

The deeper they went into the hinterland, the more they felt the elusive evil aura.

From the moment he entered the inner garden, Zhao Fusheng heard the faint sound of a woman crying.

"Sir, we are about to enter the inner garden."

Zhu Guangling gave a reminder.