I become a god in another world

Chapter 519 The Third Eye
Chapter 519

"grown ups--"

"big--"

"..."

Zhu Guangling's shouting gradually became quieter, and Zhao Fusheng's mind was fixed on these mysterious eyes.

She could no longer concentrate and even couldn't help but think of the past.

All the past events flashed through her mind quickly. She didn't know when it started, and she even felt like an eye had moved into her mind.

Those eyes began to dissect her heart, and the coldness penetrated into her brain and took root.

Then Zhao Fusheng began to feel severe pain between his eyebrows.

At this moment, the List of Conferred Gods in the sea of ​​consciousness moved without wind, the blood list slowly unfolded, and the divine order of the Yincha Horse-Faced God on the list began to emit blood light.

A horse head popped out from the list of ghosts and gods.

The cold air that was flowing down through the brain suddenly stopped, the severe pain between Zhao Fusheng's eyebrows stopped, and his consciousness became clear for a moment.

The reminder sound of the List of Gods sounded in her sea of ​​consciousness: The host is being spied on by an unknown entity. Do you want to consume 10000 merit points to expel it?
Zhao Fusheng suppressed his palpitations and made a choice immediately: Yes!

10000 merit points were deducted, and bursts of green air suddenly surged out of Zhao Fusheng's body.

The green smoke was like the slowly rising incense sticks, wrapping around her whole body, and an unparalleled magical power cut out the source of the disaster between her eyebrows!
The chill was immediately removed.

The invading evil spirit's power was quickly cut off, and Zhao Fusheng regained consciousness.

When she woke up, she found that the eyeball in all directions had disappeared completely.

Her feet were soaked in the water, and around her was a shabby, dark room. Not far from her was a large, dark bed.

The bed is three steps deep, like a monster with its mouth wide open, ready to devour someone.

And in the brief moment when she was conscious, the bed was filled with blood, and there seemed to be a "human figure" sitting in the blood.

This place is a ghost town, so the people sitting on this boat cannot be real people.

The ghost shadow gradually solidified and turned into the figure of a tall and strong man.

The man's face was gray and his eyes were closed, but as Zhao Fusheng looked at him, a drop of blood suddenly began to seep out from the center of his forehead.

A drop of blood slid down the center of his forehead, leaving a thin, crimson line.

The bright red blood lines contrast with the evil ghost's gray and cold face, exuding a weird and eerie feeling.

But the most terrifying thing is not just this.

The thin line remained still for a moment, and it seemed as if there was a living thing wriggling inside.

Then two pieces of dead skin were cut along the blood line, and black air seeped out from the cracks in the skin. The skin on the ghost's forehead was forcefully lifted up, and a dark and fierce eyeball bulged out from the broken gap, staring at Zhao Fusheng numbly.

'hiss! '

Zhao Fusheng took a breath of cold air.

When the ghost's eyes opened and looked at her again, that cold and numb feeling came back again.

Fortunately, she had been prepared beforehand, so her eyes did not reflect into her sea of ​​consciousness this time.

Zhao Fusheng became alert and covered his forehead with his hands.

"Oops, Man Zhou-"

She thought of Kuai Manzhou, Meng Po, Liu Yizhen, Wu Shaochun and others, and shouted instinctively:
"Are you guys okay?"

"Sir?" Zhu Guangling spoke in a level tone. He tried his best to show his concern for Zhao Fusheng, but ultimately failed. He just asked expressionlessly:
"Sir, are you okay?"

Zhao Fusheng turned his head and looked around. Meng Po and Kuai Manzhou were there, and the little girl's hand was tightly clasped with hers.

The palms of both of them were a little damp, and they didn't know if it was the cold sweat she had just sweated from after looking into the ghost's eyes.

Wu Shaochun was also looking at her, and Zhang Chuanshi, holding a large dustpan, was also standing beside her.

Liu Yizhen and the Fan brothers were on her left and right. In the darkness, Mr. Xie looked at her inconspicuously - as if everyone was fine and she was the only one who had just had hallucinations.

Zhao Fusheng began to feel suspicious.

"No, it's okay, I just - I just saw an eye -" She recalled the previous scene and was still frightened. She involuntarily reached out to touch her forehead.

Fortunately, her forehead was smooth and flat, and there were no eyeballs. However, the terrifying feeling of being spied on by a ghost followed her like a shadow and could not be shaken off in a short time.

"Then I saw a man sitting on the bed."

Since this was a case involving a ghost, Zhao Fusheng did not dare to be careless and told everyone what he saw and felt.

Her words startled everyone.

"man?"

Zhu Guangling was confused:

"There is indeed a ghost in this room, but it's not a man, it's a ghost mother in human skin."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Fusheng looked at the dark ancient bed again, but saw that the bed was empty.

The bed curtains and drapes hanging around the bed had already rotted and faded, and were broken in many places, with half of them falling down the edge of the bed and sinking into the dark water.

These towels are like split bamboos that have absorbed the black water of the ghost spring, and are like wronged souls entangled around a well-made bed.

There was a thin quilt of unknown color spread in the middle of the bed. Before one got close, a chilly breath hit him in the face.

Apart from that, there was no trace of the evil ghost. The evil ghost with a crack in the middle of its eyebrows and an eyeball sticking out seemed to be an illusion created by Zhao Fusheng when he was dizzy.

Zhao Fusheng frowned, and Zhang Chuanshi asked impatiently:

"Master Zhu, where is what you said? Why can't I see it?"

He has always been afraid of death, but at this moment he did not have the slightest fear of evil spirits in his heart. Instead, he had a complex feeling of wanting to see the 'human-skin ghost mother' but being afraid to see it.

As soon as Zhang Chuanshi finished speaking, Zhu Guangling said:
"On the bed."

Zang Xiongshan lived here in the past and died on his bed. After his death, the human-skin ghost mother was also "sealed" here in disguise, devouring generations of Shangyang County generals.

As Zhu Guangling spoke, he walked towards the bed on the water.

With every step he took, the evil spirit's power was released.

Water began to seep from the surrounding walls, and countless densely packed blood-red footprints emerged from the ground.

As Zhu Guangling approached, water began to flow onto the bed, as if an invisible force was struggling with these ghost realms filled with strong evil energy.

A large amount of water was 'wrung' off the bed, and in the middle of the bed, the reflection of a woman was sitting there.

The woman's figure was surrounded by a ball of blood, appearing as a pitch-black image.

Judging from her shadow, she was not very old, with her hair half tied up and delicate features.

A child was held in her arms. As she stretched out her hands to support the child's back, her slightly wide sleeves slipped down, revealing a slender wrist.

Zhang Chuanshi's eyes suddenly became sore and he shouted out of control:
"mother--"

When he shouted, Fan Wujiu, whose scalp was already tense, trembled twice with fright. Just as he was about to turn around to speak, he saw that the ghost on the bed had turned around.

Death is like a lamp going out.

The moment the evil spirit revived, the blood ties and emotional ties that once bound them came to an abrupt end.

The ghost did not turn around because of Zhang Chuanshi's shouting.

When the ghost turned around, what came into everyone's eyes was a pale, blood-red human skin with a strange red glow.

The human skin seemed to be filled with blood, filling up the originally pale skin. Its eyes were gray-blue and white, and its face was covered with blood.

When everyone saw its appearance clearly, they found that one of its arms had passed through the chest of the small evil ghost and held it in its arms.

"..."

Fan Wujiu swallowed his words back into his throat.

Even though he was simple-minded, when he saw the appearance of the two ghosts, one big and one small, he knew he should not make any more noise.

When Zhang Chuanshi mentioned that 58 years ago the evil spirit at Zang Xiongshan went out of control and caused a tragedy that affected the lives of Zhang Chuanshi and his son, everyone felt sorry for him, but the shock from hearing it with their own ears is different from the shock from seeing it with their own eyes.

The human-skinned ghost mother was sitting on the bed holding her child. The blood light surging around her was like rippling waves, trapping the mother and her child in the blood light.

Everyone was silent for a moment.

'tick--'

'Tick tock, tick tock——'

The sound of water flowing around was becoming increasingly turbulent, and Zhu Guangling's evil spirit was about to get out of control.

Zhao Fusheng suddenly came back to his senses:
"Don't be stunned, do it!"

"Hey, hey!"

Zhang Chuanshi responded.

He was a little afraid to look at the face of the evil spirit in front of him. Everything that happened that day turned into a terrifying shadow that shrouded his heart. Over the years, he almost forgot what his mother and sister looked like.

But when the ghost reappeared in front of him unexpectedly, his memories of the past began to become clear.

The female ghost still maintains the appearance she had before her death. The nine-year-old child at the time of the accident has now become very old.

Zhang Chuanshi was so confused that he even forgot for a moment that the person in front of him was a ghost and not a human. He subconsciously wanted to touch the body of the evil ghost.

"Old Zhang!"

When Zhao Fusheng saw this, he shouted loudly.

After all, Zhang Chuanshi is just a man who controls a very evil creature, not a real ghost controller.

Although he had a ghost mark on his body, the human-skin ghost was even more dangerous than the door god. If he touched it with his bare hands, he was afraid that something bad would happen.

As soon as she finished speaking, Zhang Chuanshi's hand had already reached the body of the evil ghost.

"..." Zhao Fusheng's breathing stagnated and his heart beat uncontrollably.

But the terrible thing did not happen.

The human-skin ghost mother has not yet fully revived, and the ghost's body is between reality and illusion. When Zhang Chuanshi's hand fell on the shoulder of the human-skin ghost mother, he hit nothing.

His fingertips pierced through the body of the evil ghost, and the blood light covering the ghost's surface rippled several times. He swung his arm in a circle and slowly retracted it, his face full of disappointment and disbelief.

"Old Zhang, don't move!" Zhao Fusheng breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this and warned him.

Fan Bisi was so frightened that his legs went limp, and he nodded when he heard that.

Zhang Chuanshi's rash action did not revive the evil ghost of the human-skinned ghost mother, which made everyone's tense nerves relax.

But everyone was obviously relieved too early.

The next moment, Zhao Fusheng's heart was filled with alarm bells - for some reason, she suddenly remembered a scene in the previous dreamlike strange world, the man with blood on his forehead.

She looked up as if possessed by a ghost, and stared at the delicate yet somewhat sinister face of the human-skinned ghost mother.

Sure enough, a drop of bright red blood oozed out from the center of the ghost mother's forehead and instantly turned into the size of a soybean.

Just like what happened in the previous nightmare, the blood flowed down along the ghost mother's eyebrows, like an extremely sharp blood blade, instantly cutting a crack about an inch long in the ghost mother's skin.

"The ghost's eyes are open."

Zhao Fusheng suppressed his fear and calmly reminded everyone.

Everyone had heard her mention the three-eyed man sitting on the black bed before. When they heard her words, they all cast their eyes on the center of the human-skinned ghost mother's forehead.

Sure enough, there was a bloody crack in the middle of her forehead, and there was black gas like a hole underneath, and an eye emerged.

However, the eyelids had not yet fully opened, and the bleeding human skin on both sides blocked the ghost eye's vision.

However, there was still half of a black and red pupil under the man's skin staring at everyone, making everyone's scalp tingle.

After his initial surprise, Zhao Fusheng gritted his teeth and turned to ask Zhu Guangling:

"Should we use these human skins soaked in water to put on the ghost mother?"

She had just heard Zhu Guangling mention that this was a way of using ghosts to control ghosts.

Zhu Guangling was in a half-ghost state at this time, more like a ghost, with fewer human emotions, and even the fear had faded a lot. He nodded when he heard this:
"Put on human skin for it. The ghost skin contains my power, which can suppress its revival."

As soon as he finished speaking, he reached out and took a piece of human skin hanging in his arm, and put it on the head of the human-skin ghost mother like putting on clothes.

The human skin he pinched struggled desperately, and the evil ghost screamed and cried in the surging blood, like a living thing, which gave people goose bumps all over their body.

But Zhu Guangling remained unmoved and still forced a layer of human skin onto the ghost mother's body.

When this layer of human skin was put on, a large amount of brown blood suddenly seeped out of the skin. The ghost skin that had been revived before immediately became like a dead object, with water dripping down from it.

After a while, the ghost skin squirmed and slowly flattened, gradually fitting the ghost mother's body.

Under the ghost skin, the ghost eye that was opened in the center of the human-skin ghost mother's forehead seemed to be covered by a vague film. The palpitation brought by the half-open ghost eye was instantly reduced a little.

Zhu Guangling's actions emboldened the rest of the group.

Zhao Fusheng ordered:
"Big Fan, Little Fan, and Yizhen all stepped forward to help."

Everyone responded.

It was not convenient for everyone to surround the evil ghost and put on the "ghost fur coat". Fan Wujiu clenched his fist and encouraged himself:

"Why don't we pull this ghost mother's hands apart? Wouldn't it be easier to put on the ghost skin?"

"???"

Mr. Xie was standing aside watching the show.

He had lived long enough and had a keen eye, and he could see that the Human-Skin Ghost Mother was on the verge of revival, and was giving people an extremely uncomfortable and oppressive feeling - the reason why the Human-Skin Ghost Mother had not moved at this time was purely because Zhu Guangling had already tried his best to suppress the evil ghost.

If a smart person had noticed that something was wrong, they would have stayed away. But they didn't expect that this kid named Fan was so stupid that not only did he dare to step forward to help, he also dared to suggest pulling the hands of the human-skin ghost apart.

Mr. Xie thought it was too ridiculous and couldn't help laughing:
"You really treat it like a dead person?"

Fan Wujiu didn't understand the hidden meaning in his words and laughed too:
"Is it dead or alive?"

He has a simple mind and can't hear Mr. Xie's sarcasm.

Mr. Xie's expression froze for a moment, then he sneered:

"There is a difference between humans and ghosts. Can you touch its body?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Fan Wujiu reached out to pull the arm of the human-skin ghost.

Zhang Chuanshi’s previous experience was not far away. The moment his arm touched the ghost mother, it hit nothing.

Mr. Xie was also waiting to see Fan Wujiu make a fool of himself.

Unexpectedly, Fan Wujiu's hand was on the ghost mother's arm. His hand did not pass through the ghost mother's body, but pinched the soft, cold and terrifying ghost skin and grabbed it.

There was a flash of blood in the eyes of the human-skinned ghost mother, and black gas was rising from the ghost skin, trying to wrap around Fan Wujiu's palm.

There was actually blood on his palms. The evil spirits he had killed in the Wu family haunted house in Jin County that day turned into evil spirits that wrapped around his palms, forming a pair of special ghost gloves that wrapped around his palms.