I become a god in another world

Chapter 523: The Three Eyes Resurrect
Chapter 523

The envoy looked dazed and smelled a pungent smell of fireworks. The smoke from the burning incense, candles and paper money rose slowly into the air under his eyelids and surrounded him.

He seemed to be standing in front of a fire.

Being so close, if there was a fire burning and the flames shot up into the sky, he should have felt his calves getting hot.

But he did not feel any heat. Instead, a piercing chill pierced his shins, freezing him so much that he felt numb at first, and then a stabbing pain surged into his heart.

He was about to stamp his feet, but he saw the woman who had paused made another move - she picked up several sealed envelopes of paper money and threw them into the fire.

The paper money was neatly folded with a name written on the outside. He turned his head and saw that it read: Wenqing of the Liu family of the Zang clan.

He read aloud:
"Zangmen Liu Clan Wenqing?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Chuanshi's expression changed.

"Sir, this is the paper money blessing bag I customized--"

He was arranging the ghost funeral for his mother today, and he had personally arranged all the items. His mother's surname was Liu, and he had asked an old man to write these words personally. The items were placed in a basket, so how did they suddenly appear in the hands of the woman burning paper on the roadside?
As soon as Zhang Chuanshi finished shouting, the envoy who had spoken suddenly came to his senses.

He was in a large group the moment before, but when he woke up the next moment he found himself standing in front of a pile of incense on the street, separated from the woman who was burning paper by the incense.

Zhao Fusheng told him not to leave the team and just shout at them from a distance.

But no one noticed how he left or when he walked in front of the woman.

What a ghost!
His mind raced, and he wanted to step back quickly, but his feet seemed to be welded by a strange force, and he couldn't take a single step back.

At this moment, the mourning woman raised her head:

“Who am I worshipping?”

Horror showed on Lingshi's face. Before he could say anything, he saw a drop of blood suddenly seeping out from the center of the woman's forehead.

The blood flowed down along her forehead and stopped when it reached the center of her eyebrows.

The woman's skin was torn, and a dark eyeball squeezed out from between her torn eyebrows, protruding in the center of her forehead.

Three eyes!
The envoy felt a sharp pain in his forehead.

His consciousness suddenly became scattered and he had forgotten where he was.

The man's face was pale. He could no longer remember his name or identity. Only countless eyes occupied all his thoughts.

His forehead was torn and a drop of bright red blood oozed out.

The blood flowed down and stopped between the eyebrows, and an evil-looking eyeball squeezed out from between the eyelids.

The envoy's face turned pale. In that instant, he lost his breath and stood there stiffly.

"Sun Kun——"

The envoy did not move for a long time, and the other envoys in Shangyang County were frightened and could not help but shout.

This shout shattered the illusion.

The flames of the burning paper money bag in front of her shattered silently, and the shadow of the woman sitting in front of the fire disappeared into the night along with the splashes of the flames.

The envoy standing in front of the woman also moved.

He moved his shoulders twice, staggered to the woman's previous position, and then fell to his knees with a 'bang'.

This person has turned into a ghost.

The dead messenger grabbed handfuls of paper money from his waist and threw them on the ground - this scene was even more terrifying than the woman kneeling and crying before.

"The human-skinned ghost mother is already reviving."

The ghost coffin did not completely control it, but still suppressed some of its power.

It was unknown how it appeared, but it killed a messenger the moment they met.

"Did it escape from the ghost coffin?"

Fan Bisi's heart tightened and he asked.

"I don't think I escaped completely."

Zhao Fusheng shook his head.

The ghost mother herself died while holding a baby, but the evil ghost that was kneeling on the ground to worship earlier did not look like it was holding a child. It is very likely that it had used some unknown method to break free from the constraints of the ghost coffin.

But the ghost coffin still suppresses ghosts, so it gave up prioritizing ghost riders and instead killed ordinary people first to accumulate strength.

"The envoy from Shangyang County should walk to the middle—"

As soon as Zhao Fusheng finished speaking, the messengers reacted quickly and continued to rush towards the center.

Most people walked fast, but the one who had called out "Sun Kun"'s name earlier was a step slower.

As he was backing away, he seemed to see 'Sun Kun' raising his head.

The ghost commander saw him with his eye right in the center of his forehead.

A large number of dark brown blood lines quickly began to appear in his eyes. At the same time, the center of his forehead was torn by blood, and an eyeball bulged out.

The messenger who shouted for help also died under the evil spirit's law in the same breath.

Then, he walked slowly with stiff steps to the other side of the ghost path, knelt down like Sun Kun, and scattered the funeral items he was carrying into the air.

In just the blink of an eye, two envoys from Shangyang County died.

When one of the two envoys died, the team became confused.

'Woooo-'

The faint crying sound rang out again.

At some point, a long line of worshippers had been set up on both sides of the street.

"Sir, are we still leaving?"

The commander holding the cymbals paused in striking and spoke in a slightly panicked tone.

"If you don't leave, will you retreat back to the Demon Suppression Division?"

Zhao Fusheng asked back.

As soon as she finished speaking, the envoy's eyes flickered and he didn't dare to answer Zhao Fusheng's question - but he obviously wanted to return to the Demon Suppression Division.

After the funeral procession started, no one knew where Zhu Guangling went.

The Ghost Burial Team was composed entirely of ordinary messengers, without a single ghost rider from Shangyang County.

At this time, not far from the Demon Suppression Division, two people died. They happened to be from the Demon Suppression Division of Shangyang County. This could not help but frighten the envoy of Shangyang County.

"I think it's a good idea to retreat back to the Demon Suppression Division..." The sound of the suona stopped at some point, and the envoy who played the suona had a face full of fear:
"With Lord Ma and his men in the Demon Suppression Division and the presence of ghost controllers, the ghost disaster can be stopped."

"madness!"

Zhao Fusheng shook his head:
"Once the ghost disaster starts, it can't be stopped."

At this time, the strongest force in Shangyang County is among this group of ghosts.

Zhu Guangling's hiding in the dark does not mean that he has disappeared.

Zhao Fusheng guessed that the sudden heavy rain before was his ghost realm, and now the rain had stopped and the ground was dry, which meant that Zhu Guangling's power was disturbed.

"Whether it's Master Ma or Master Zhu, they can't protect everyone from this ghost disaster. The only way now is to lead the evil spirits out of the city."

"I can't do it anymore. I don't want to do it anymore—"

The envoy holding the double cymbals was horrified and began to retreat:

"Our Shangyang County was fine before, and nothing happened. I want to go back to the Demon Suppression Division. If Lord Zhu wants to punish me afterwards, I will accept it—"

Zhu Guangling has a "mild" temper.

In the past, when he needed help from others, he was very courteous to the people in Shangyang County's Shangsanfang and even the Demon Suppression Department. This made the envoy terrified, and he would rather face Zhu Guangling than the human-skin ghost mother.

While he was speaking, he tried to walk back, but after two steps, his face began to turn pale and a bloodshot eye appeared on his forehead.

This sudden change frightened the other envoys who also wanted to escape.

It is impossible to move forward and it is also difficult to move backward.

The suona player was frightened by the death of the three men and simply cried out:
"Master Zhu, help!"

"There's no use crying, just keep moving forward."

Zhao Fusheng said coldly:
"Everyone knows the dangers of the Ghost Mother's resurrection. We must not allow such a ghost disaster to remain in Shangyang County!"

"go!"

Fan Bisi gritted his teeth and shouted.

The four people carrying the coffin were all from Wan'an County, so what Zhao Fusheng said was very effective.

Everyone held their ground under pressure and moved forward slowly.

The coffin on Liu Yizhen's shoulders became heavier and heavier without him knowing it.

It was clearly no longer raining on this road, but the coffin seemed to be filled with water. With every step, there was the sound of rippling water. A large amount of water poured out through the cracks at the bottom of the coffin, and when it splashed onto the ground, it actually raised a cloud of dust.

I don't know when, the slightly damp ground had become completely dry.

The four men carrying the coffin did not dare to look at the ground again. Instead, they endured the increasingly heavy coffin and walked forward quickly, carrying it.

"Since this is a ghost funeral, the music should not stop."

Zhao Fusheng shouted:
"Lao Zhang, you take the lead, call your mother's name, and move forward."

Mr. Xie was originally watching from the sidelines, but he saw that Zhao Fusheng was not panicked after the ghost disaster happened, as if she was not afraid of the human-skin ghost mother - he initially thought that Zhao Fusheng was a newborn calf who was not afraid of a tiger, but when he heard this, his eyes rolled and he immediately realized that she did this after careful consideration.

Evil ghosts are invisible and elusive.

There is no warning before it kills, and no one knows who it will kill next. Even as the human-skin ghost mother's degree of resurgence increases, no one knows whether it will leave any traces when it kills.

But if we continue to act according to the Ghost Funeral, as soon as something happens to someone, everyone will stop what they are doing and it will be clear who has the problem.

Zhang Chuanshi naturally understood what Mr. Xie had figured out.

He responded:
"it is good."

As soon as Zhang Chuanshi agreed, Zhao Fusheng shouted again:

"Mr. Xie, you will keep an eye on the five emissaries. If anything unexpected happens, please lead the way."

The five messengers in charge of carrying Mr. Xie's luggage did not hear the hidden meaning of Zhao Fusheng's words, but Mr. Xie did: the power of the human-skinned ghost mother was limited at this time, so kill the ordinary messengers first. If any of the messengers who played the suona, scattered money, or struck the gongs and cymbals got into trouble again, he would have to attract the attention of the evil ghost.

"You want me to take action so soon?" Mr. Xie was a little dissatisfied:

"I thought I was the last one—" He shouted, and then muttered:
"Lead the way, where are you going? It's fine if you order me around in the Imperial Capital, but why am I not the one who makes the decisions in Shangyang County? After all, I am a senior, and I am the one who gets the upper hand—"

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of Jiansuo's suona stopped abruptly.

The suona player opened a ghostly eye full of resentment on his forehead.

The suona in the dead envoy's hand fell to the ground with a clang. The team, which had been marching forward with gritted teeth, stopped because of the sound and there was a moment of commotion again.

"Thank you, sir!"

Zhao Fusheng shouted, interrupting Mr. Xie's words.

"coming."

He responded lazily and reached out his hand. His wrist was broken and the severed palm flew into the air and landed in a basket carried by a Shangyang County magistrate. It grabbed a suona and flew back to his broken wrist.

A large amount of black mist suddenly seeped out between the broken wrist and the broken palm. The black mist was mixed with thick blood and was extremely sticky, combining the two together.

As soon as Mr. Xie held the old suona in his hands, his whole demeanor changed immediately.

He put the suona into his mouth, puffed up his cheeks, and black air poured out of his nose and eyes. An excited and high-pitched sound cut through the night sky.

The sound penetrated the ghost realm.

To be honest, Mr. Xie plays the suona very well, several times better than the envoy who was forced into the army before.

But there was a creepy and eerie feeling in the sound of his suona.

As soon as his music started, the atmosphere changed immediately.

The water dripping from the coffin stopped, and the shoulders of all the people carrying the coffin relaxed.

Wherever the music reached, the incense sticks that were automatically lit on both sides of the road were extinguished immediately.

The eyes of the dead emissaries seemed to be covered by a layer of gray mist. The bodies of the kneeling emissaries slowly stood up, rejoined the team, and stood stiffly behind Mr. Xie.

"..."

Zhang Chuanshi, who was holding the spirit tablet, was startled when he saw this scene.

"Lao Zhang, don't stop, just go on your way—"

Zhao Fusheng's voice rang out in the team. Zhang Chuansheng calmed himself down, responded, and began to stride forward holding the spirit tablet.

Half a radish was cut in front of the spirit tablet, and three incense sticks were lit on the radish.

The incense was originally burning at a slow pace, but as Mr. Xie played the suona, it meant that the rules of ghost burial were officially activated.

The evil spirit in the coffin "accepted" this funeral, and began to truly enjoy the incense and offerings from future generations.

But the human-skin ghost mother is of a special rank, and ordinary incense cannot be used to offer sacrifices to it.

While Zhang Chuanshi was calling out his mother's name when she was alive, he watched the incense burning at an incredibly fast speed.

Pieces of burnt incense ash fell down.

As the incense burned out, blood beads began to ooze out of the spirit tablet specially made for Zhang Chuanshi.

Wherever the blood beads went, the ghost mother's name was dyed red and erased one by one.

Once the rules of the Ghost Funeral are broken, Mr. Xie's laws will be restricted by the evil ghosts.

"In my third basket there is a long box with a special ghost incense in it."

While playing the suona, Mr. Xie shouted intermittently.

As soon as the sound of his suona stopped, the several messengers who had turned into ghosts and followed him took a swaying step and moved forward.

Zhang Chuanshi was nervous, and the other envoys did not dare to act rashly.

At this moment, Zhao Fusheng shouted:
"Manzhou."

Kuai Manzhou's power was most flexible at this time.

She is already in a half-ghost state, with a calm temperament and will not be disturbed by the emotion of fear. It is most appropriate for her to go and get the incense at this time.

As soon as Zhao Fusheng finished speaking, Kuai Manzhou's long hair flew up, and several strands of hair turned into thin silk threads and flew into the basket carried by the envoy.

As Mr. Xie said, stop at the third basket.

The ghost thread with black air rolled up the slender black wooden box about a foot long in the basket and threw it into the winnowing lid held by Zhang Chuanshi.

Zhang Chuanshi breathed a sigh of relief.

He held the lid of the dustpan with one hand, kept shouting, and opened the box with the other hand.

There was only a small bundle of long blood-red incense in the box. I didn't know what the incense was made of, but it had a faint rotten smell.

Zhang Chuanshi did not dare to delay and quickly took out three incense sticks and inserted them into the half piece of radish in front of the spirit tablet.

(End of this chapter)