I become a god in another world

Chapter 524 Eight Layers of Hell
Chapter 524

Zhang Chuanshi originally wanted to find a fire starter.

But this ghost incense was extraordinary. Once it was inserted in front of the spirit tablet, it would naturally ignite.

But Mr. Xie's incense is different from ordinary objects. It does not emit blue smoke after burning. Instead, the red coating on the surface of the incense slowly flows down like blood.

However, this special 'ghost incense' burns much slower than ordinary incense.

The blood beads oozing from the surface of the spirit tablet stopped.

Zhang Chuanshi breathed a sigh of relief and bravely reached out to wipe off the bloodstain that covered his mother's name.

After doing all this, he realized that his back was already wet in just a moment.

Cold sweat soaked his inner garment and stuck tightly to his vest.

"My Lord, it's settled—"

The previous scene was too frightening, and now that he had relaxed, Zhang Chuanshi was about to turn back, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he was interrupted by Zhao Fusheng's voice:
"Lao Zhang, keep going forward and don't look back."

Her voice was calm, but for some reason, Zhang Chuanshi's heart skipped a beat and a bad premonition came to his mind.

He didn't dare to look back, but from his understanding of Zhao Fusheng, he knew that since she reminded him like this, something strange must have happened behind him.

Zhang Chuanshi couldn't see clearly what was happening behind him, but Fan Bisi and others who were carrying the coffin behind him could see it clearly - several dead envoys had taken advantage of Mr. Xie's previous words to move forward.

They did not attack Mr. Xie, but passed by Mr. Xie and went straight to Zhang Chuanshi.

There was a bloody wound on the forehead of each of the four ghost minions.

The ghost's wide-open eyes stared at Zhang Chuanshi's back with resentment through his bloody mouth.

The four of them stood side by side, standing behind Zhang Chuanshi in a staggered order.

"Mr. Xie, please don't stop playing the suona."

Zhao Fusheng said calmly.

Mr. Xie didn't say anything. He held the suona in both hands and followed Zhang Chuanshih briskly.

The music continued, and the rules of ghost burial combined with the power of the ghost coffin firmly suppressed the human-skin ghost mother.

The two ghosts were competing silently.

The four ghost minions' eyeballs turned unwillingly, and every time they turned, their foreheads were disturbed.

A large amount of flesh and blood was crushed into black and red mud by the power of the evil spirit and squeezed out of the eye sockets.

The ghost's eyes began to widen, gradually erasing the gray mist.

Cracks began to appear on the surface of Mr. Xie's suona and his hands began to tremble.

The funeral procession walked about thirty or forty feet when the varnish on the suona in Mr. Xie's hand cracked with a "crack"!

The lacquer cracked, revealing the solid gold object underneath.

However, at this moment, a layer of strange blood stained the golden suona, and the blood lines turned into insects, wandering on the surface of the suona. Wherever they went, the sound of the suona began to mutate. In a moment, the blood lines completely entangled the entire suona.

Then the blood line moved, and there was a "crack" sound, and the golden suona broke.

The blood flowed along the surface of the suona into Mr. Xie's mouth.

Then Mr. Xie's face immediately turned pale, and under his skin, crisscrossing blood lines formed a dense green ghost web.

A drop of dark blood oozed from Mr. Xie's forehead, and then the blood tore through his skin, as if trying to flow down.

At this moment, Mr. Xie made a prompt decision and withdrew his hand from the golden suona.

He tilted his head back, and with his hands, one above and one below, he grasped his upper and lower lips and pulled hard.

Mr. Xie not only had loose teeth and falling eyeballs, but when he reached out and pulled, the upper and lower lips of his mouth were pulled apart along the corners of his mouth.

At the same time, he reached his hand into his mouth and grabbed it. Soon a black and red line of blood appeared, and he pulled it out with force.

As soon as he pulled out the blood line, he held his chin with one hand and closed it, and the blood with black gas seeped out of the cracked wound to heal the wound; with the other hand, he dug hard into the center of his forehead - and the ghost eyeball that had not yet formed was forcibly pulled out by him.

Mr. Xie threw the body, flesh and blood, to the ground and stomped on it hard.

……

While Mr. Xie was doing all this, the suona sound stopped.

The ghost burial was interrupted, and the power of the human-skin ghost mother was revived again.

The ghost incense inserted in front of Zhang Chuanshi began to burn at a rapid speed. In the blink of an eye, the ghost incense burned to the bottom.

I don't feel bad for my son.

Anyway, Mr. Xie's ghost incense fell into his hands, so he might as well use it.

Zhang Chuanshi suppressed his panic and picked up three more.

The four ghosts walked slowly forward, almost sticking to Zhang Chuanshi's back.

But in the blood-red smoke, the hand that the ghost stretched out froze in mid-air - as if some strange force stopped the ghost's actions.

Zhang Chuanshi was unable to take action, and other envoys suffered one after another.

No matter if they were carrying loads on their shoulders, gongs, or baskets or funeral items, they all froze in an instant.

Everyone's eyes showed fear at the same time, and at the same time, blood oozed from the center of their foreheads.

Mr. Xie can take care of himself.

Zhang Chuanshi's ghost incense can only barely protect himself.

Kuai Manzhou, Meng Po, and Chen Duozi's hearts sank. Just as they were about to take action, a breeze suddenly blew by, and Zhao Fusheng's voice rang in their ears:

"Keep an eye on Yizhen for me, and hold on for a while."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Fusheng unfolded the seventh level of hell.

The shadow of hell spread out and surged forward like a tide, covering the entire funeral procession at lightning speed.

Everyone felt a chill on their backs.

Mr. Xie's hair stood on end, and he looked down in horror - he saw a black shadow over a meter wide spreading along the road like a carpet.

In the blink of an eye, the black shadow had spread to the front of the funeral procession.

The ghost incense that Zhang Chuanshi held on the winnowing cover was immediately extinguished.

The bleeding spirit tablet also stopped moving, like an ordinary dead object.

Mr. Xie sensed a terrifying force suppressing his own evil spirit law, and even forcibly interrupted his own power in an instant.

"What's this--"

An unknown threat that was countless times more terrifying than human skin or ghost skin made Mr. Xie stand there in shock.

He was shrouded in shadow and didn't even have the strength to resist. He didn't care about his old belongings and instinctively wanted to escape.

Just as he was feeling uneasy, a chill mixed with a light breeze blew past.

It was as if something passed by him, but because it was so fast, even his consciousness could not catch it.

He looked up uneasily at the front not far ahead, but out of the corner of his eye he saw Zhang Chuanshi standing next to him, who was not surprised but happy, with a look of relief on his face.

Mr. Xie was stunned for a moment.

A bizarre guess came to his mind.

"No, impossible--" He shook his head, trying to suppress the strange thoughts in his mind, but at the moment of shaking his head, he saw a person standing at the end of the shadow.

Zhao Fusheng stood at the end of the shadow.

She is like a reliable guard of hell!

When she goes to that station, she will be the only one guarding the gate and hundreds of ghosts will be unable to escape!

Mr. Xie met her yesterday and witnessed her commanding the crowd to kill the human skin ghost. He already knew that she was extremely powerful and even retained a "human" personality.

Zhu Guangling was impressed by her and was willing to follow her orders, but in Mr. Xie's mind, all this was just playing with the children.

He knew that Zhao Fusheng was capable, but Mr. Xie still thought that she was a little ignorant of the world when she wanted to deal with the ghost disaster in Shangyang County. The door gods were indeed very powerful, and the appearance of two ghosts was rare in the world.

But the intimidation of the door god could not compare to the shock that the appearance of hell brought to Mr. Xie.

No matter how powerful a door god is, he is still a ghost. Although the deterrence of hell is not strong enough, Mr. Xie already feels fear and resistance from the bottom of his heart - this is definitely not an ordinary ghost.

"Zhao Fusheng, what the hell are you?!" Mr. Xie shouted in surprise.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Fusheng, who had his back to the crowd, turned around.

At this moment, her face was serious, and she stretched out her hand to grasp the void - the shadow of hell was invisible and intangible, but when she squeezed it, it was like a deadly object being grasped by a vital point.

At this time, Zhao Fusheng did not care about Mr. Xie's shock. The reminder sound of the Conferred God List sounded in her sea of ​​consciousness:
The hell has reached its limit in suppressing ghosts and can no longer accommodate new ghosts. Do you want to consume 100000 merit points to upgrade hell?
Zhao Fusheng made his choice without hesitation: Yes!

She changed her mind and 10 merit points were immediately deducted.

The eighth level of hell was opened.

The reminder of the List of Gods rang in her mind: The eighth level of hell can imprison evil-level ghosts, suppress disaster-level ghosts, and deter calamity-level ghosts!

Hell is empty, evil spirits are in the world.

People have their own humanity, ghosts have their own residences, and gods have their own positions.

Please, host, ennoble the big ghost as a god as soon as possible and send all the ghosts into reincarnation.

Remind the host: Uphold justice and restore order!

……

Once the eighth level of hell is opened, its deterrent power is far greater than that of the seventh level.

The moment the shadow of hell covered them, the four ghost minions surrounding Zhang Chuanshi and the messengers marked by the ghost's eyeballs all froze.

Zhao Fusheng clenched his palms, grabbed a corner of the shadow in the air, and pulled it back with force - wherever the shadow went, all the evil spirits, the power belonging to the ghosts, and the objects tainted with the aura of great evil were swept away.

The eyeballs of the four ghost minions behind Zhang Chuanshi exploded with a bang.

This extremely evil thing is no match for the power of hell.

As the ghost's eyeballs cracked, terrible wounds burst out on the foreheads of the four dying ghost minions.

The wounds were broken into countless cracks, and the fine cracks spread along the ghosts' pale faces to around their heads.

Zhao Fusheng acted decisively and swiftly, so the other few marked messengers only heard a blasting sound between their foreheads - the eyeball that occupied all their consciousness seemed to be swept away by some powerful force with overwhelming force.

As the Shadow of Hell was recovered by Zhao Fusheng, the heads of the four ghost minions shattered and their bodies fell to the ground like broken porcelain.

The others had a big hole in their foreheads, but they managed to save their lives.

Mr. Xie's belongings were also dragged into hell.

Zhao Fusheng took back the hell and slowly turned his head to look around.

Under her power, all evil spirits stopped acting rashly.

Unburned fireworks mixed with the ashes of paper money were flying in the air. At some point, sporadic rain began to slowly fall.

……

Mr. Xie heaved a sigh of relief for some reason:
"I should have thought of this earlier. Ghost riders are unruly and difficult to tame. Even if you want to convince people with 'virtue', you must have the power to make them understand their moral character."

He was dejected:
"So this is ah."

After Zhao Fusheng did all this, the power of hell unfolded again.

This time when the shadow covered everyone, no one tried to escape or shout.

Instead of wasting your breath on people, it is better to use strong force to shut them up.

Her figure disappeared from the spot, and when she reappeared, she was already standing behind Liu Yizhen.

“Let’s start again.”

Zhao Fusheng spoke calmly.

This time no one dared to object.

Several envoys who had wanted to flee back to the Demon Suppression Division out of fear also wisely shut their mouths and obediently followed her instructions.

Someone picked up the suona that had fallen to the ground, and someone picked up the cymbals.

Mr. Xie also touched his body, then as if he remembered something, he looked around with wide eyes.

He slapped his thigh:
"Oh my, my stuff, damn Zhao Fusheng——"

Before he could finish his words, a dark shadow swept in, and several large baskets of objects were placed in front of him again.

"Pick another one and carry it in your hand. Then you can take it with you later."

Zhao Fusheng's voice sounded again.

Mr. Xie's eyes flashed, but he did not refute.

Several emissaries obediently stepped forward to carry the burdens, and the funeral procession set off again.

The hell revealed by Zhao Fusheng shocked everyone except Wan'an County.

At some point it started to drizzle again, and the rain quickly dispelled the smell of burning paper money on both sides of the avenue.

Zhu Guangling, who was suppressed by the power of the Ghost Mother, reappeared.

Everyone felt relieved.

The heavy stone in Liu Yizhen's heart also fell to the ground, and the coffin on his shoulder became much lighter again, as if there was nothing inside.

The first revival of the human-skinned ghost mother was suppressed, and the Ghost Squad gained a brief peace.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Liu Yizhen glanced at Zhao Fusheng.

Mr. Xie and others were outsiders. When they saw the power of hell for the first time, they were shocked and didn't understand what was going on.

But for the people of Wan'an County, it was not the first time they had witnessed the existence of Zhao Fusheng's hell. Liu Yizhen clearly felt that Zhao Fusheng's hell power this time seemed to be much stronger than when he was in Jin County.

"Did he advance?" His mind raced, but he did not ask the question out loud. Instead, he said:
"What do you think of the Human-Skin Ghost Mother—" He stopped talking halfway and asked a different question:

"Do you think we can get out of the city safely?"

The road was unusually quiet, and Liu Yizhen's words were clearly heard by everyone.

Everyone was tense and holding their breath, waiting for Zhao Fusheng's reply.

"It's hard."

Zhao Fusheng shook his head.

At such a critical juncture, the situation was urgent, and she did not beat around the bush and say some optimistic words to appease everyone and give them unnecessary hope.

She said:
"The human-skinned ghost mother is about to revive. It cannot be controlled by an incomplete ghost coffin alone."

"But you have—"

Liu Yizhen was stunned for a moment, and was about to speak when Zhao Fusheng said:
"We can only do our best. I don't know if my laws can completely suppress the evil spirits."

She hesitated:
"When necessary, I intend to ask the ghost to return to the throne of God."

When Zhang Chuanshi heard Zhao Fusheng's words, he showed joy in his eyes. Then Zhao Fusheng said:
"but--"

She frowned. For some reason, she always felt that things might not go so smoothly.

Since the incident in Paper Man Zhang's home 58 years ago until now, this man has appeared in many major ghost cases. Even on the road from Changping County to Wenxing County, Paper Man Zhang appeared. Now everyone is investigating the ghost case in Shangyang County. The existence of Zang Xiongshan and the Human-Skin Ghost Mother in this county have unclear relationships with Zhang Xiongwu. Why hasn't he appeared yet?
When Zhao Fusheng thought of this, his right eyelid twitched several times.

"But what?"

When Liu Yizhen saw her stop talking halfway, a bad premonition came to his mind.

"I'm afraid that the rules of the Human Skin Ghost Mother are not as simple as using human skin to devour ghosts and take them as ghost minions." She glanced at Liu Yizhen and said:

"Under this human skin, there is a ghost eyeball hidden."

(End of this chapter)