I become a god in another world

Chapter 522: Ghostly Incense
Chapter 522

As soon as the call was made, everyone looked at each other and couldn't help but reveal a look of relief.

Fortunately it wasn’t a ghost disaster!

Although everyone knew that the human-skin ghost mother was trapped in the ghost coffin and was suppressed, and that the evil ghost would not revive unless something unexpected happened, for some reason, everyone who had entered the small garden in the bamboo forest felt as if their hearts were shrouded in a layer of haze and were extremely depressed.

The skin on the human-skin ghost mother's forehead cracked, and the eyeball that came out was very evil.

Everyone who had seen the eyeballs felt uneasy, and as the sky darkened, everyone's anxiety increased.

When the crying and thunder and rain sounds rang out, everyone was very scared. But when he realized that it was just a gathering of the people, the magistrate of Shangyang County felt relieved.

The suona player was so happy that he suddenly became angry:

"I will go and disperse these troublemakers."

He followed angrily, and soon a noise was heard.

Everyone was upset, and Zhang Chuanshi lost his temper:
"I'll go take a look too."

This was his mother's ghost funeral, and he was afraid that something chaotic would happen.

Soon after he arrived, the people started to make a noisy noise. Zhao Fusheng took a deep breath and called out to one of the Shangyang County magistrates who was throwing money:
"Quickly rush back to the Demon Suppression Division, find some people and drive away all the people along the way."

The envoy was feeling anxious, but upon hearing her instructions, he seemed to have found his backbone and immediately turned around and went back to the Demon Suppression Division.

The coffin stopped where it was for the time being. Thunder rumbled in the sky and the rain became heavier. It felt as if dark clouds were pressing down on the sky.

Zhao Fusheng waited patiently where he was and did not leave the ghost coffin.

Once it became quiet, the noise ahead became particularly clear.

Someone shouted loudly:

"Why are you sending us away?"

"that is!"

"Why did the Demon Suppression Department suddenly hold such a grand funeral?"

"Did something happen to Master Zhu?"

"Master Zhu has done us Shangyang County a favor. If anything happens to Master Zhu, we in Shangsanfang will see him off—"

……

In between were explanations from Ling Shi and Zhang Chuanshi, but the people did not believe them and their cries became louder.

Some people shouted and brought out incense, candles, and paper money to offer sacrifices, claiming that they wanted to see Zhu Guangling off.

"..."

Zhao Fusheng's face turned pale.

Zhu Guangling's existence protects the people of Shangsanfang.

Even though he killed people from 38 counties in Shangyang County, to the people in Shangsanfang, he was a god who protected them all.

The people were unaware of many inside stories, and they did not know about the existence of the human-skin mother and child ghosts. However, these people had suffered from the threat of ghost disasters and had been suppressed and exploited by successive generals in Shangyang County. After Zhu Guangling came, he swept away the past malpractices and bad habits, and they showed great respect to the people in Shangsanfang. In these people's hearts, Zhu Guangling's status was extremely high, so after the Demon Suppression Division said it would clear a road for the funeral, the people actually spontaneously wanted to kowtow to Zhu Guangling.

This was a misunderstanding, but unfortunately it can no longer be explained clearly at this time.

As the smoke from the incense rises, events become complicated and dangerous.

The information received by the people was incomplete, which led them to believe that they were worshipping Zhu Guangling, but in reality they might be worshipping the human-skin ghost mother.

The rank of the human-skinned ghost mother is already very powerful. If she were to continue receiving incense, the consequences would be disastrous.

We can't let these people stay any longer!

The "good intentions" of the people after a misunderstanding are likely to turn into a bad thing.

Zhao Fusheng was startled and immediately shouted:

"Just take action and drive them away. If they refuse to leave, break their arms! If their faces are remembered, the tax revenue for next year will be increased by 80%!"

Her shout spread far away and was heard by everyone.

Zhu Guangling's "benevolent" image has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people in the past two years, which has reduced the fear of the people in Shangsanfang towards the Demon Suppression Bureau. When they heard that they were going to beat people, the people were not afraid at first, but when they heard that they were going to increase taxes, everyone panicked.

Accompanied by the clang-clang-clang sound of cymbals, the messenger urged everyone to leave.

Zhang Chuanshi knew what was right and wrong, so he used his foot to extinguish the incense and candles that everyone had lit earlier.

After the farce, the envoys who had gone back to the Demon Suppression Division to ask for reinforcements also came back. They came in a mighty force and drove away the people along the way.

It was a good funeral, but unexpectedly it would be unlucky to travel - this could be considered as fulfilling the divination Mr. Xie had yesterday.

I don't know when the sky turned completely dark.

Some of the messengers who were there to drive away the people turned back, but some still walked forward along the road. Apparently, there were still people kneeling and paying homage to the funeral on both sides of the road out of the city.

Zhao Fusheng took a deep breath and his right eyelid kept twitching.

she shouted:
"Tell the envoy who is driving them away not to go too far, and we will follow them."

Liu Yizhen and the others nodded in response, and Fan Da and Fan Xiao carried the coffin and walked forward.

As soon as he walked away, the four people carrying the coffin immediately felt something was wrong.

"what happened?"

When Zhao Fusheng saw Liu Yizhen's expression, he couldn't help but ask.

Liu Yizhen said:

"The coffin is heavy."

He often carried coffins on his back and was very sensitive to weight.

As soon as he finished speaking, Fan Bi Si brothers and Wu Shaochun all nodded. The three of them also felt that the coffin was getting heavier.

Zhao Fusheng looked solemn, his eyes fell on the coffin. He saw that the rain was getting heavier, and the rain fell on the top of the coffin, splashing countless water mist.

A large amount of water flowed into the coffin through the gap in the coffin lid, and then slowly flowed out along the wooden joints at the bottom of the coffin.

"Tick-tick-tick--"

The water flows in a straight line and falls to the ground.

"be careful."

Zhao Fusheng wiped his face, pursed his lips and gave an order.

Liu Yizhen nodded.

Zhang Chuanshi and others turned back again, and the sound of cymbals and suonas pierced the sky on the rainy night.

The crowd carried the coffin forward, and after a few steps, they turned around the side of the high wall and saw the street outside.

As soon as I stepped out of the alley, the scene changed immediately.

The heavy rain in the alley stopped, and even the thunder in the sky disappeared. The rain became smaller, and a large amount of water seeped into the ground.

The streets of Shangyang County are very wide, with incense, candles and paper money lined on both sides.

Zhang Chuanshi's expression changed.

"Sir--" he shouted in a trembling voice.

He and the accompanying envoys had dispersed a part of the people before retreating.

Before retreating back to the team, he personally saw the crowd on the street being driven away, the incense and candles on the ground being stepped on and extinguished, and paper money being scattered into the mud.

But what the funeral procession saw at this moment was a half-dry street with incense sticks lined up on both sides of the street.

There were three incense sticks in the middle of each pair of white candles. The incense sticks were not broken but lit, with green smoke rising into the sky. These incense sticks were placed in piles every three or five steps, lit on both sides of the road, and extended far along the road. In the dark night, it looked like a special long dragon with no end in sight.

Zhang Chuanshi's heart skipped a beat and he knew something had happened.

Zhao Fusheng clenched his fists and was extremely alert. When he heard Zhang Chuanshi calling him, he said in a cold voice:
"Just go on your way, don't be afraid, Mr. Xie is by your side."

Mr. Xie’s situation is special, he is already between half human and half ghost.

The rules of the human-skin ghost mother are also strange. Once it revive, it will kill the evil ghosts first.

Once the human-skin ghost mother revives, it is hard to say who is more dangerous between Zhang Chuanshi and Mr. Xie.

"Ah—this—"

Mr. Xie understood the hidden meaning of Zhao Fusheng's words, his face fell and he looked speechless.

This comforting sentence was useful. Zhang Chuanshi's originally hunched back immediately straightened up a lot.

"Man Zhou, be careful."

Zhao Fusheng shouted.

The child didn't say anything, but responded to Zhao Fusheng with a soft and faint "hehe" laugh, which proved that Kuai Manzhou had taken her reminder to heart.

"You should also pay attention to Meng Po and Duo Zi."

The ghost rider is the most dangerous.

Meng Po nodded. Although it was not the first time for Chen Duozi to participate in a ghost case, it could be seen that she was very scared. However, her performance at this time exceeded Zhao Fusheng's expectations. Even though she was scared, she seemed calmer than Zhang Chuanshi. Instead, she concernedly told Zhao Fusheng:
"You have to be careful too, sir."

"it is good."

Zhao Fusheng nodded:
"Let's not stop and just keep moving forward," she said.

"The evil spirits are already on the verge of revival. Our goal is to resolve the evil spirit disaster. It would be great if we could lead them out of the city and resolve it in advance. But if the evil spirits revive without leaving the city, it will only advance our goal. There is nothing to be afraid of."

Her tone was calm, and her words soothed the tense Fan brothers.

Everyone walked along the incense road.

Wherever the ghost coffin went, the incense and candles on both sides of the street burned faster, turned into green smoke, slowly rose up, and slowly penetrated into the ghost coffin.

When Zhao Fusheng saw this, his eyes turned and a plan came to his mind:

"It looks like these incense and prayers are going to be taken by the Ghost Mother. We are all ghosts, and we all pass this way. Even if we pay the toll, we can't let a single ghost take them all—"

Thinking of this, she shouted:
"Shaochun, let's all share some."

She said to herself:
"It has no name or surname, and no one is told who it is for. Everyone who sees it gets a share."

"..." Liu Yizhen's mouth twitched, the Fan brothers' eyes lit up, and Wu Shaochun shouted loudly:

"it is good!"

While he was speaking, the shadow beneath Wu Shaochun began to move restlessly, and fireworks began to emerge from his arms.

Several blood-red, scaly scars appeared on his cheek and one side of his body. At the same time, the coffin on his shoulders became heavier.

The stove ghost appeared.

Just as Zhao Fusheng expected, the incense sticks on both sides of the road were suddenly split.

The large amount was still gathering in mid-air, but there was still a small strand that slowly penetrated into Wu Shaochun's body, nourishing the stove ghost he controlled.

The case of the Fan brothers is special.

They are not ghost controllers, but they can scare away evil spirits. Seeing Wu Shaochun absorbing the incense, they became a little anxious.

The two brothers didn't know how to fight, so they held the coffin frame with one hand and waved at the air with the other.

Oddly enough, the random waving of the two men's hands did indeed disrupt the incense aroma for a moment, and a small palm-sized mist turned into a cloud and slowly sank, sinking into the bodies of the two brothers.

Afterwards, Meng Po, Kuai Manzhou, and even Chen Duozi began to share the incense.

Zhao Fusheng borrowed the power of the door god and absorbed the incense into his body.

In this way, the incense along the road was dispersed into several strands, and absorbed by everyone and the ghost coffin one by one.

Fan Bisi was a little scared when he lifted the coffin at first, but as the incense entered his body, a cold feeling spread throughout his body, immediately making his muscles and bones stretch, and his spirit was immediately refreshed, as if the heavy ghost coffin on his shoulders was immediately relieved a lot.

The pressure on his wrist was suddenly relieved, and the evil spirit that he was "holding" in his palm was even easier to control.

He had a feeling that punching ghosts would be easier than before.

The magical effect of incense was much stronger than he had originally expected.

"Sir, this ghost path is not scary. I want to walk it again--"

Fan Bisi answered happily.

Mr. Xie's mouth twitched:
"That's really something you can think of. Who would dare to snatch things from a ghost?"

A decent person would run away when he saw a ghost, but Zhao Fusheng did the opposite.

But what she said was not wrong. Everyone came here to deal with the human-skin mother and child ghost. Now that they cannot escape, it is no problem to use the ghost's way and steal incense.

Mr. Xie didn't know how to comment on this matter for a moment, but seeing that everyone was sharing the incense of the evil spirit, he simply drew the incense into his body.

……

The actions of this group of people frightened the ordinary envoys from Shangyang County to death.

After walking forward about ten feet, they suddenly heard a crying sound.

The crying sound was very faint, as if the woman was about to die. It just started, stopped for a while, and then continued.

'Woooo-'

Amid the crying, I saw incense burning in front of me, but there was a person kneeling behind the incense.

This person looked like a woman, wearing gray and white clothes. Perhaps because it was early spring and the weather was cold, the woman's figure looked particularly bloated because of the thick coat.

She knelt in front of the incense, as if she was offering a sacrifice.

In front of her, a pile of paper money wrapped in yellow paper had been burned. There were words written on the money, and most of it had been burned.

At this time, night had already fallen on the streets of Shangyang County. Before this, the people who were attending funerals along the streets had been driven away. The appearance of incense, candles, and paper money was already strange. How could a woman suddenly appear kneeling on the side of the road burning paper money?

When Zhang Chuanshi saw this scene, his heart skipped a beat.

The envoy who was scattering paper money paused when he saw this and looked at Zhao Fusheng:
"My Lord, I'll go take a look."

Before setting off this time, Zhu Guangling had already made it clear that everything would be subject to Zhao Fusheng's instructions.

Shangyang County was supposed to be responsible for cleaning the streets, but the journey went wrong, which made the envoys worry that they would be scolded afterwards. When they saw someone blocking the road and burning paper and crying, they were panicked and angry, and planned to teach this unruly person a lesson.

"Don't act rashly, just stay away and let her go away."

Zhao Fusheng's vigilance had been raised to the extreme. She did not dare to stay away from Liu Yizhen's side. After hearing the envoy's words, she gave an order.

The man was also frightened. He responded and walked a few steps outside the team. When he got to the front, he shouted to the woman:

"Hey! Where did this woman come from? Why don't you go home in the middle of the night? Who are you crying and worshipping here?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the woman stopped crying.

As the crying sound disappeared, the world became eerily quiet.

The sounds of wind, rain and footsteps all disappeared, and everyone couldn't help but hold their breath and concentrate.

Mr. Xie's cheeks began to twitch, and he slowly leaned towards a few messengers who were carrying loads. Although they didn't understand what was going on, the innate human sense of danger made them lean towards Mr. Xie at the same time.

The person who was questioning felt a chill on his back, and he involuntarily wanted to retreat back to the team - but when he stepped back, it was already too late.