I become a god in another world

Chapter 529: Full Zhou Promotion
Chapter 529

The moment the person trapped in the ghost realm raised his head, his head and neck were broken.

There was still surprise and surprise on their faces when they were alive, and a cluster of flames began to burn inside their heads.

At the same time, the bodies of these people fell to the ground like fallen ears of wheat, piling up into mountains of corpses.

"..."

Even though Zhao Fusheng had experienced many ghost disasters, when he saw the scene of human heads flying into the sky, he still felt a chill running through his body from the soles of his feet.

The sky is boundless.

The ghost realm is connected to the darkness. In this dark night, the densely packed human head lanterns seem endless, giving people a feeling as if all the people in Shangyang County have been killed.

"Zhang Xiongwu!"

Zhao Fusheng gritted his teeth and growled.

The sound of the ghost troupe was suppressed by the endless human head lanterns, and the volume began to decrease. At the same time, some heads were lured by the troupe and flew towards the ghost troupe.

Zhao Fusheng's original plan was to lead people away to make way for Mr. Xie and others.

At this time, ordinary people were killed, and her plan failed. There was no need to keep the troupe here to lure people.

When she thought of this, she immediately invited the ghost troupe back to the shrine. At the same time, she changed her mind and summoned the ghost car.

The ghost car stopped in front of her, and she flashed and got into the car.

Zhao Fusheng did not try to snatch the Ghost Book from the green-robed man, but instead rushed to a corner of the car - where another 'Zhao Fusheng' was hanging.

This was the substitute paper figure she got from Goutou Village that day when she sealed the substitute ghost.

The existence of the paper man helped her escape the earlier disaster of the ghost carriage and freed her from the constraints of the Soul Book. Perhaps tonight she would need this substitute paper man.

……

On this side, Zhao Fusheng summoned the Ghost Car, while on the other side, Mr. Xie already sensed that it was becoming difficult to move forward.

Countless heads covered the sky, as dense as a swarm of flying insects, and when they got close, a chill began to wrap around his neck - as if a force was pulling his hair, trying to lift him up.

Meng Po's blood moon rose into the sky, and the red light suppressed the fire, causing some human heads to fly in the air and unable to land on the ground.

But in places where the red light cannot reach or where the light is weak, the human head lanterns fall to the ground with a "thump".

The inside exploded, flames flew everywhere, and a foul-smelling black smoke escaped, burning everything it touched.

Heads fell one after another, and the fire spread rapidly.

In a moment, Mr. Xie discovered that the group of ghosts were trapped in a sea of ​​fire and unable to move.

The ghost incense in front of the spirit tablet in his hand burned rapidly. If it continued to burn at this rapid rate, the ghost incense he had stored would probably not last long.

As I was stunned, above the blood moon, layers of human head lanterns piled up like a mountain.

The skins of people's faces melted quickly under the ghost flames, and the faces stuck to each other. The flames turned into a sea of ​​fire and gradually sank. A little bit of flame was like a falling meteor, piercing through the blood-red moon.

In an instant, a shower of meteors fell from the red fog. At first, the speed was fast, but when it fell above everyone's heads, the flames gradually became smaller and weaker. Finally, when the AI ​​fell, it turned into ashes flying in the air.

But this is not a long-term solution.

Meng Po was exhausted after making two bowls of soup for the Ghost Mother. Now there were thousands or even tens of thousands of human head lanterns. It was probably difficult for her to hold up all the ghost lanterns by herself.

"Meng Po--" Faced with such a situation, the Fan brothers were at a loss and shouted.

"Don't, don't worry—"

Meng Po's voice began to become hoarse.

She spoke as usual, but her tone began to slow down, and there was a hint of eeriness in her voice.

She said:

"The adults said that we should hold on. I will hold on until the adults come back—"

'Hey hey hey——'

Before Meng Po finished her words, a sinister laugh came from the mouth of one of the heads.

This laughter seemed to be a contagious source.

As soon as the head that laughed first stopped talking, another head opened its mouth and laughed again.

'Hey hey hey——'

'Hahaha.'

‘Hehehe. ’

Sneering laughter rang out one after another.

The faces of those who had long since died and only had their heads left showed sarcasm:

"Hey hey hey."

"She won't come back—"

"He ran away in a ghost car."

"I saw it with my own eyes."

"Summoned the ghost car."

……

"The troupe has also closed down—"

"Listen, the opera has stopped—"

Countless heads were whispering to each other, still talking as if they were still alive.

Mr. Xie took a step back and began to back out:

"She's gone? Then I—"

As soon as he stopped, the blood-red footprints on the ground disappeared.

The Fan brothers were extremely upset.

Wu Shaochun and Liu Yizhen also looked at each other.

Kuai Manzhou stared at the coffin; her mind was not disturbed by the human head.

Meng Po is still making soup.

The few surviving envoys from Shangyang County had already lost their guard and shouted:

"Master Zhu has disappeared, and Master Zhao has run away again. What are we still doing here? Why don't we abandon the Ghost Mother and return to the Demon Suppression Division—"

Just as everyone was in doubt, a sharp voice suddenly rang out:

"Nonsense! He's talking nonsense!"

This voice suppressed the human head's mumbling and woke up everyone who was bewitched by the human head's voice.

Fan Bisi turned his head and saw Zhang Chuanshi jumping up and down and cursing:

"If we talk about being afraid of death, I am the first in Wan'an County Demon Suppression Division, and my master is the last! We have handled so many ghost cases with her, and it's not like we haven't encountered dangerous times. When has my master ever run away?!"

Zhang Chuanshi was so excited that his mouth was spitting out foam, and he said with his hands on his waist:

"This is a lie. There is no way your Lordship would abandon us here."

"hehe."

The laughter in the head turned sinister.

All heads turned and stared at Zhang Chuanshi from mid-air:
"hehe."

"Don't scare me. I'm not the same person I used to be. The adults will protect me. She said she would save my life—"

"hehe."

"hehe."

He was responded with a few sneers.

Then the head in mid-air began to fall rapidly.

Wherever the human head went, it tore the blood moon apart and broke Meng Po's domain.

Kuai Manzhou screamed, his long hair flying. Every strand of hair flew in the air, intertwining with each other to form a giant net that blocked the person's head.

But the evil spirit controlled by the little girl was only of catastrophic level.

The disaster of human heads in the ghost realm has reached above disaster level.

The human head was blocked by dense hair, which turned into tiny sparks of fire, igniting Kuai Manzhou's ghost hair.

However, there were still countless heads that squeezed out of the hair and tried to fall into the ghost coffin, but were held back by another clump of ghost hair. "Fusheng said, you are not allowed to get close to the ghost coffin!"

The child was a little angry.

Since she started to tame ghosts, it has been a long time since she encountered such a situation that made her lose control.

But there are too many human head lanterns.

The exploding ghost fire began to burn Kuai Manzhou's hair, and black air rose into the sky, affecting the lady Zhuang Si who was under her command.

The evil spirit was suppressed.

Kuai Manzhou was young and didn't understand the reason, he just knew that this feeling was beyond his ability.

When the incident happened in Kuailiang Village that day, the feeling of panic that made her panic came back to her again.

After controlling the ghost, Kuai Manzhou rarely had any emotional fluctuations.

Many memories no longer have the strong feelings of love and hate as before.

But at this moment, many scenes emerged in her mind: Mrs. Zhuang Si took the Bai Su she handed over with tears in her eyes, her mother's eyes were red and swollen, and she got on the boat at the urging of the boatman -

She stood on the shore, looking at her mother's back, feeling reluctant yet secretly happy.

The young girl knew that after this separation, the mother and daughter would never see each other again.

But children from poor families have to grow up early.

She had seen her mother get up before dawn and have endless work to do all day long. Kuai Wu's cursing never stopped day and night, and beating people was commonplace.

My mother didn't have much flesh on her body, and it hurt a little when I hugged her because her bones hurt.

Madam Zhuang Si should leave! She should leave!

The child thought so.

But she was reluctant to leave, she wanted her mother to look back at her again.

Her wish came true.

The moment the boatman wanted to raise the oars to the shore, Madam Zhuang Si called out to him in time.

"Uncle, wait a minute, let me hug my daughter again."

That was the flesh and blood that she had carried for ten months!

At this moment, Mrs. Zhuang Si forgot the strangers, forgot her fear of life, forgot the torture she had inflicted on her by Kuai Wu for years, forgot the harassment from Kuai Huaide in the village, forgot all the unsatisfactory things, and forgot her yearning for a better life in the future.

She was dominated by the natural emotion of mother-daughter blood relationship and turned back.

The moment I hugged my daughter, all the pain was forgotten and all that remained were wonderful feelings.

She is not leaving.

……

Memories flashed through Kuai Manzhou's mind rapidly, and then transformed into a scene where Madam Zhuang Si was caught at home by angry villagers.

Her clothes were torn off and she was put into a bamboo cage. She looked at Kuai Manzhou with a reluctant and regretful look.

For some reason, this look coincided with Zhao Fusheng's.

Stimulated by his memories, Kuai Manzhou went crazy.

"Fusheng said you are not allowed to get close to the ghost mother!"

"Fusheng said it!!!" She screamed loudly, suddenly turned around and hugged Madam Zhuang Si.

The evil ghost's body was cold, and her long hair had already merged with her, and had been burned into pieces by the human head lantern.

The moment Kuai Manzhou reached out to hug Madam Zhuang Si, he suddenly reached out and touched the evil ghost's chest.

Madam Zhuang Si did not react. It was focused on grabbing its daughter and dragging her into death.

Kuai Manzhou was not afraid of death.

She didn't care about the approaching shadow of the evil spirit. The little girl's hand touched the ghost's cold and damp skin, and her fingertips touched a small hard object.

It was an icy-cold, sharp coffin nail, which was snatched away by Zhao Fusheng when the paper man Zhang, who was hiding in the well in Kuailiang Village, tried to assassinate him earlier.

When subduing Lady Zhuang Si that day, Zhao Fusheng took the risk of handing this thing to Kuai Manzhou, who eventually used this thing to suppress Lady Zhuang Si and put her dormant.

When she touched the coffin nail, Kuai Manzhou's eyes lit up. She ignored the evil spirit's murderous intent, grabbed the coffin nail with her fingers, and pulled it out with force!

The ghost nails rose into the sky with bursts of black air, and Madam Zhuang Si's ghost body froze.

Its hair was originally burned to pieces by the ghost fire of the human skin lantern, but as the ghost nail was pulled out, it was unlocked by the power of the seal, and the evil spirit of the evil ghost began to spread rapidly.

Madam Zhuang Si raised her head.

Its skin is pale, and the purple bruises tell of its memories before death. These wounds that tortured it in life became the resentment of its strength after death.

The evil ghost was filled with black energy, a tuft of its long hair was burned off, and countless long hairs emerged from its body.

Originally it was affected by the ghost realm, its strength was suppressed, and some of its laws could not be applied. Now that it had escaped, the evil ghost paused for a moment while holding the child's body, and then it shattered with a 'bang', turning into thousands of blood beads!
Wu Shaochun, Zhang Chuanshi and Fan Wujiu's pupils contracted sharply.

They participated in the Kuailiang Village ghost case that day and witnessed with their own eyes the massacre of the villagers by Lady Zhuang Si.

The scene is repeated tonight, with blood splattering all over the sky and flying onto different human head lanterns. Once these blood spots are reflected on the skin of the human head lanterns, they quickly dye the lanterns red and engulf them.

‘Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! ’

Countless points of light went out at the same time. In an instant, a small amount of the 'firelight' in the night sky was extinguished by the power of the evil spirit.

The moment the lantern went out, countless drops of blood gathered in the air and gradually condensed into the ghost of Madam Zhuang Si holding a child.

As soon as it appeared in mid-air, its ghost body exploded again, turning into more and denser blood beads, which pounced madly in all directions.

The lanterns were forcibly extinguished by Madam Zhuang Si's power, and the eerie and sinister ghost laughter stopped immediately.

At some point, bloody drops of water began to seep out of the ground.

The puddles were filled with mud, turning into a yellow-reddish brown color. Wherever they went, they extinguished the ghost fires on the ground.

Clusters of black and red ghost flowers grew rapidly by the spring and turned into villagers of the ghost village. They grabbed the heads that had escaped from the clutches of Lady Zhuang Si and dragged them into the ghost bushes, which were then submerged by the ghost flowers.

……

Madam Zhuang Si showed signs of advancement the moment she was freed from the ghost nails, bursting out with unimaginable ferocity and immediately taking control of the situation.

Everyone escaped death and couldn't help but show joy on their faces.

Meng Po's pressure was greatly reduced, and she shouted excitedly:
"Mr. Xie, please lead the way!"

"it is good."

Mr. Xie thought the situation had worsened and was thinking about how to escape, but he didn't expect a sudden turn of events. In a short moment, even without Zhao Fusheng's support, the people of Wan'an County were able to control the situation.

This was not the time for him to let his imagination run wild; he had to find a way to control the situation.

When a monk rings the bell every day and holds a spirit tablet every moment, he must lure the ghost away and keep it there...

'hiss! '

Mr. Xie shuddered instinctively.

An inexplicable sense of fear arose in his heart, and he couldn't help but shiver. For some reason, he felt a little chilly.

He lowered his head and looked down, only to see that the spirit tablet he was holding in his arms had changed color.

I don't know how long the ghost incense that was originally burning had been extinguished. It only burned a small part and then the flame went out.

It is normal for ghost incense to burn fast or slow, which means that the Ghost Death Law suppresses ghosts.

But if the ghost incense goes out for no reason halfway through burning, then the problem becomes serious.

Mr. Xie's expression immediately turned extremely ugly, and he whispered:
"The ghost mother has revived!"

These words were like thunderclaps from a clear sky, shocking everyone to their core.

Everyone's attention had been attracted by the human head lantern and the strange change in Mrs. Zhuang Si. Even Liu Yizhen was partly distracted by Kuai Manzhou's power. When he heard Mr. Xie's words and turned to look up into the air, he discovered that the ghost coffin had mysteriously disappeared at some point.

I have just finished writing today's update, so I will not be able to update on time tomorrow. So in order to adjust my time, I will take a day off tomorrow and get my rhythm back. I will write about the day after tomorrow tomorrow, and update on time the day after tomorrow!
Then I would also like to explain to you about my leave.

If nothing unexpected happens, I should take three days off every month, and the time of these three days is random.

First, as the story progresses, the long-term serialization will cause me to be in a worse state than when I first started writing the book, so I need a fixed time to adjust my state: reading, exercising, and resting and relaxing.

Second, you should also leave yourself some buffer time to avoid falling into an emotional low.

Third, my living conditions have changed a lot from last year to this year. I’m currently renovating my house, and sometimes I have to order some items and compare the materials and merchants for the renovation. There are too many trivial things to do every day.

Then other leave should be made up on the same day.

But I hope that I can adjust my condition and resume updating on time.