I become a god in another world

Chapter 536: Reincarnation Ghostland
Chapter 536

When the outline of the mansion appeared before everyone's eyes, they first felt relieved, and then were filled with ecstasy.

Since most of the people who participated in ghost burials were ghost controllers, and the evil ghosts they controlled were mostly of high rank, the standard of Mr. Xie's ghost burial was greatly improved, and it indirectly attracted the three-eyed wild god.

From the road in front of the Demon Suppression Bureau to now, everyone has been walking on thin ice.

The evil ghost has not gotten out of control and no one has been in trouble so far - but dealing with ghosts is extremely dangerous. Even if nothing has happened before, no one can guarantee that Zang Xiongshan will not suddenly attack and kill someone in the next moment.

Under such circumstances, everyone was naturally under a lot of pressure, but when they suddenly saw the existence of the Sun Mansion, it was as if they saw more hope of survival, and they were naturally happy.

Mr. Xie's breathing was disordered for a while.

As the leader of the Ghost Sang, he is under the most pressure.

After restarting from the Ghost Funeral, in order to prevent any accidents, he handed over most of the ghost-luring tasks to the evil spirits he controlled, and acted solely on instinct.

During this period, he did not dare to be distracted and focused on following the steps of the ghost leading the way.

He relaxed a little at this moment, and one of the muscles in his body twitched slightly. The slight change affected the movement of the evil ghost that was tied to his body with the ghost thread, causing the leading ghost to pause for a moment.

And the changes did not only occur to Mr. Xie.

There is a hint of breath in the sound of Meng Po's suona.

Chen Duozi paused for a moment in scattering the ghost money.

Liu Yizhen hit the cymbals a little harder.

……

Everyone was so excited at this moment that some small mistakes occurred, breaking the strange balance of pace and volume.

This subtle balance is even difficult to detect with the naked eye, but the three-eyed ghost seized this opportunity.

The human skin cloak behind the ghost fluttered gently, bringing up a slight chilly breeze.

The influence of the black air in the ghost's eyes dissipated a little.

A bright red cinnabar mark appeared on the forehead of the ghost child held in the palm of the three-eyed evil ghost.

The footprints that had originally fit perfectly into the ghost's feet also shifted for a moment - it was these subtle changes, like the chain reaction caused by butterfly wings.

Everyone in the situation was not clear about it, but Zhao Fusheng, as a bystander, saw it clearly.

"Everyone is small——"

Zhao Fusheng reminded him, but before he finished his words, the three-eyed ghost had already raised the human skin whip in his hand.

The ghost whip was silent, and black gas spread out, circling forward.

This whip can beat ghosts and gods. Even the door gods who were at the robbery level and received incense were almost knocked down from the god level after being whipped by the three-eyed ghost god.

The whip was pulled out and pointed directly at Kuai Manzhou.

Zhao Fusheng had no time to think, the shadow of hell unfolded, and she disappeared from the spot, appearing behind Kuai Manzhou.

The little girl was held in the arms of Madam Zhuang Si. When she felt Zhao Fusheng approaching, before she could say anything, the ghost whip arrived.

The cold breath of the human-skin ghost whip froze people, and the eighth level of hell was immediately suppressed.

The reminder sound of the List of Conferred Gods sounded in Zhao Fusheng's sea of ​​consciousness: Sensing the attack of the Wild God, do you want to use the power of the List of Conferred Gods to resist?
Remind the host to be careful in wielding the power of the God List.

……

Zhao Fusheng's heart sank at this moment.

But she had no time to think about the meaning of the hint in the Investiture of the Gods. The crisis was imminent. Even though she knew that the hint in the Investiture of the Gods contained a deeper meaning, she had no choice.

Yes!
As soon as she had the thought, she felt a breath appear behind her.

Zhao Fusheng couldn't describe the feeling in words.

It was an extremely cold, heavy, and oppressive feeling that made her tremble all over the moment it approached her.

In a place she couldn't see, a ghost monument slowly emerged.

The group of ghosts could not see its existence, but they could certainly feel its pressure.

The three-eyed evil spirit lashed out with his human-skin ghost whip, and with a 'bang' sound, the wild god's ghost whip hit the abyss fog outside the monument.

The power of the wild god cannot shake the list of gods.

The ghost whip that was powerful enough to knock the door gods off the list of gods was like a mayfly shaking a tree in front of the ghost monument and could not hurt it at all.

The fog lingering around the ghost monument was not disturbed at all. The power of the whip fell into the abyss, and the power was like falling into the sea. The tail of the ghost whip curled up, and countless human skin ghosts were swallowed by the abyss, and a part of the whip turned into ashes and broke.

Although Zang Xiongshan's attack did not hurt Zhao Fusheng at all, it still caused a certain chain reaction.

Under the blow of the ghost whip, the ghost monument floating in the air was pushed forward, approaching Zhao Fusheng's back, and lightly sticking to her body.

Zhao Fusheng felt her shoulders sink and her body shook, as if a huge shadow was pressing down on her.

No one noticed except her.

She didn't say anything. After she came back to her senses, she glanced at Kuai Manzhou. The child was not affected and didn't even know that the crisis almost passed her by.

Zhao Fusheng breathed a sigh of relief.

But in the eyes of others, they saw that the three-eyed evil ghost who was suppressed by Guizang suddenly attacked. Zhao Fusheng stepped forward at the critical moment and stood behind Kuai Manzhou.

But the ghost whip pulled out by the three-eyed evil spirit suddenly broke before it touched her body - this was like a blessing in disguise.

Everyone who saw this was sweating coldly.

Zhao Fusheng looked normal and reminded calmly:
"Everyone, be careful and don't be distracted. The closer you are, the more careful you have to be."

No one dared to respond and gathered their composures.

The three-eyed evil ghost missed his first attack and attacked again.

It steps forward.

Half of the figure turned into black mist, and Zhu Guangling's ghost footprints could not completely restrain it, causing it to deviate from its original route.

The blood-red route left by the ghost controlled by Mr. Xie was wiped out by its power, and those dense ghost lines became messy for a moment.

Mr. Xie is an experienced ghost rider after all.

After the initial panic, he quickly calmed down and shouted the command again:
"People go to the Yang, ghosts go to the Yin. Gods return to the temple--" When he shouted to this point, the shadow of the ghost monument he had seen before suddenly emerged in his mind uncontrollably.

The existence of the ghost monument is like the fate of the evil ghosts, and it also makes the ghosts afraid.

A shudder ran through Mr. Xie's mind.

He knew very well how terrible this thought was, so he immediately focused his mind, not daring to think too much, and continued to recite:
"Xie Jingsheng of the Xie family, the ghost guide, uses my footprints to measure the ghost road, I take a step, and the ghosts follow me all the way——"

At the moment when Xie Jingsheng read the command, Zhao Fusheng's eyes flashed, and he suddenly "saw" the evil spirit he controlled.

No! Rather than saying that Xie Jingsheng controls the ghost, it would be better to say that he is controlled by the ghost.

The evil ghost walked in front, and countless ghost lines extended from the ghost's body, tied to every part of Mr. Xie's body.

From the skull and skeleton to the teeth and eyes, every tiny part was connected by the ghost energy. As Mr. Xie gave the command, the ghost lines contracted tighter.

Mr. Xie's body was like a broken puppet, being dragged forward by the evil spirit involuntarily.

A large amount of blood flowed from under his body, dripping onto the ground and igniting without fire, turning into a path to lead ghosts forward, forcing the three-eyed evil ghost to follow his footsteps.

With each drop of blood, the ghostly look on Mr. Xie's face became more intense, and the "human" side of him became less and less.

……

Mr. Xie repeated the slogan, and Meng Po was concentrating on playing the suona and making soup. Kuai Manzhou was protected by Zhao Fusheng, and almost at the moment when she was hit by the Investiture of the Gods, the sensitive child noticed something was wrong.

The little girl trembled, and Zhao Fusheng's soothing voice rang in her ears:

"Manzhou, I'm fine, just focus on attracting the ghosts."

Her words were still the same as usual, and Kuai Manzhou's heart, which had risen to his throat, fell back to its original place.

The three-eyed ghost was being led by the ghost who was leading the way and was being pulled back to its original place, but it was unwilling to do so.

The ghost flashed and appeared behind Zhang Chuanshi again.

At this moment, the Fan brothers plucked up their courage, raised their hands and shouted:
“Go back! Go back!”

The two of them each controlled the ghost chains to cause a slight deterrent.

If it were just the two brothers, they would not be able to defeat the wild god.

But with Mr. Xie leading the way in front and Zhu Guanglingqiang following behind, and in the middle, Meng Po, Kuai Manzhou and others playing suona and beating cymbals, they attracted a lot of attention from the wild god. The Fan brothers intervened at this critical moment and forced the out-of-control wild god to return to the right path.

A minor crisis dissipated into thin air.

And at this moment, the former Sun Mansion was already within reach.

Meng Po's soup is ready.

Amidst the blood, a gurgling sound suddenly rang in everyone's ears.

The moment the Meng Po soup boiled, everyone was stunned for a moment.

At the critical period of attracting ghosts, the changes caused by this little shock are extremely terrifying.

When they saw the Sun Mansion appear earlier, everyone relaxed their minds and almost caused the Three-Eyed Wild God to lose control. Now that they were in a state of panic, it was very likely that the ghost funeral ceremony would be ruined.

Just as she was filled with fear, the blood moon above Meng Po's head slowly rose into the sky.

The moonlight turned bright red, like human blood.

The blood-red moonlight shone on everyone, covering all the people and ghosts with a layer of blood.

The three-eyed ghost's body was also covered with a layer of red light, and this layer of red light once again stimulated the ghost's revival.

The ghost eye in the center of the evil ghost's forehead began to rotate, and blood-red mist appeared wherever the ghost eye went.

Wherever the ghost eye shone, countless bloody footprints appeared on the ground at some point.

Those footprints were different from Zhu Guangling's, and were slightly deeper than the ones he left behind. Every person who passed by was caught in the footprints and was immediately marked by the evil spirit.

……

Mr. Xie was walking slowly forward, but the moment he stepped forward, he felt his foot tighten.

A familiar, chilly feeling instantly enveloped his whole body.

Long-lost memories began to revive, and he remembered that he seemed to have attracted such an evil spirit somewhere.

But the feeling under my feet now is a thousand times stronger than it was then.

"Mr. Xie, keep going forward."

Zhao Fusheng's words rang out.

Mr. Xie's expression paused for a moment, and after a while, he kept talking, but suddenly widened his eyes - the force caused his eyeballs to fall out of their sockets, but there was still a black line connecting his eyeballs, preventing his eyeballs from completely falling out of their sockets.

After his eyeballs bulged out, they began to fall downwards. With the force of their movement, he saw that he had put on a pair of bright red ghost shoes on his feet without him noticing.

More than 40 years ago...

Wan'an County...Fengmen Village...

Memories of the past emerged and he remembered a red-shoe ghost funeral he once presided over.

Out of the corner of his eye, Mr. Xie saw a blood-red female figure.

The woman was wearing a wedding dress and a phoenix crown on her head, and her face was gloomy.

A hideous wound appeared on the left side of the woman's forehead, piercing through her eyebrows and eyes, running diagonally downwards, almost cutting the woman's face in half.

The flesh rolled up, and the inside was already rotten, with green blood flowing out.

The wound destroyed its appearance, making it look particularly scary.

It stood not far from the crowd, with its hands raised, and its pair of gray eyes stared coldly at the Ghost Burial Team.

The appearance of the evil ghost immediately broke the balance of the Ghost Burial Team.

The three-eyed evil ghost revived, and a drop of bright red ghost blood appeared on Shen Yishu's forehead.

Before the blood beads flowed down its forehead, the evil ghost's face changed, transforming into another complete, unfamiliar female ghost face - this was one of the ghost messengers controlled by Shen Yishu.

The power of the ghost eyeball revived in the ghost messenger's body. In an instant, the female ghost's face was torn apart, and a ghost eyeball as big as a fist drilled out from the crack. The ghost's body turned into black gas and disappeared, leaving a pair of faint blood-red footprints on the ground.

At the same time, dark lines appeared on the face of the three-eyed ghost.

The lines crisscross and look messy, but at the same time, they seem to have some rules.

In a moment, the black air formed into words, and the bloody letter written by Shen Yishu that day revived on the three-eyed evil spirit.

Ghostly spirits wandered around, and words were formed one by one.

"...I... Shao Yin...save..."

The handwriting was messy, changing from black to red, almost tearing the skin of the three-eyed ghost.

As the ghost energy flowed away, even the eyelids near the ghost's eyeballs were not spared.

But the magical powers of the three-eyed ghost are not limited to this.

Its ghost skin suddenly became hard, even revealing a faint luster - like calcined porcelain, the bloody letter could no longer wander on its body.

The ghost skin behind the three-eyed evil ghost flew up, wrapped around his body, and then swallowed the mark left by the bloody letter.

The human-skin ghost mother appears.

As soon as it revived, it immediately loosened the ghost whip in its hand. The twisted ghost whip loosened and turned into pieces of human skin ghosts that swam around.

As the group of ghost minions dispersed, the people who led the ghost death became nervous. Just when they thought the crisis was coming, they saw pairs of red shoe prints appear on the ground, trapping all the ghost minions one by one.

Blood oozed from the forehead of the human-skinned ghost mother, and then the human skin fell off and turned into a cloak, and the appearance of a three-eyed evil ghost reappeared in front of everyone.

The evil ghost's body swelled up in the wind, and in an instant grew to a height of four or five feet. All the ghost skins were taken back by it, and then twisted into ghost whips and held in its hands.

It all happened in an instant, and by the time the mourners realized that the situation was dire, it was already too late.

The three-eyed ghost raised his whip and was about to swing it. Ghost shadows were looming, and it seemed that a war was about to break out - but in the next moment, everything disappeared.

……

While Zhao Fusheng was in a state of panic, she heard Mr. Xie shout:

"People go to Yang, ghosts go to Yin——"

After he finished shouting, he was stunned for a moment.

The cycle of time restarted, and the Ghost Squad entered Sun Shaoyin's reincarnation ghost domain.

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