I become a god in another world

Chapter 546 Borrowing the Stage to Perform
Chapter 546

The woman was about forty years old, with a sallow complexion and a dirty, old gray-brown headscarf wrapped around her messy hair.

Her lips were pale, dry and peeling, and there were two lines at the corners of her mouth, showing the sadness of life.

When Zhang Chuanshi saw her face, a shadow of a person gradually emerged from his distant memories:
"Aunt Hu? Are you Aunt Hu? She broke her leg. My mother was—"

As soon as he saw the woman's face, he felt a sense of familiarity.

But when the woman heard him calling her "Auntie", her eyebrows immediately frowned and a look of disgust appeared on her face:

"Where did this old man who doesn't know the rules come from? He dares to call me auntie. He is so shameless!"

'Pfft. '

Although this was not a good time to laugh, Fan Wujiu couldn't help but grinned: "Lao Zhang——"

Zhang Chuanshi's old face turned red.

Only then did he remember that he had returned to the past. He was now over sixty years old and was no longer the boy from the Zang family 58 years ago.

A feeling that everything has changed and people have changed surged in his heart, casting a shadow on his excitement of seeing his old hometown and old acquaintances again.

"I am from the Zang family in the corner of the alley..." He said angrily: "The Zang family of the paper figurine shop, the Zang family..."

Zhang Chuanshi realized later that his age was different from the 'Zang Chuanshi' that Aunt Hu remembered at that time, so he said sadly:
"relative--"

The woman's eyes drooped:
"One relative a day, one relative is a murderer, and the friend he made is also a murderer. I don't know if it will implicate the people in the alley one day-"

After she finished speaking, she looked at Zhao Fusheng and the others with an expression of fear and caution on her face.

Without waiting for Zhang Chuanshi to reply, she jumped back into the house on one leg and slammed the door.

The woman's action cast a shadow on Zhang Chuanshi's heart.

"This is Aunt Hu. She broke her leg and my mother went to take care of her. My father helped to lay stones on the road overnight, fearing that the road would be slippery at night and someone in the alley would lose their footing—"

He whispered softly, and the light in his eyes dimmed a little because of Zhao Fusheng's words.

Zhao Fusheng sighed silently.

The environment here is harsh, the woman's family is in difficult circumstances, and she is injured. It is difficult for people to be tolerant and generous when they are in poverty.

It was only natural for her to say a few words to the Zang family with her back turned.

It's just that Zhang Chuanshi suffered a family change when he was young, and all he had left in his memory were good memories of his early years. It was inevitable that he would feel lost when he was suddenly scolded by a woman like this.

"Old Zhang, this is not the time to worry about these things. The important thing is to lead the ghost away first."

Zhao Fusheng was worried that he would get stuck in a rut, so he reminded him.

Zhang Chuanshi tried to remain calm:
"Don't worry, sir. I know the importance of things."

Zhao Fusheng nodded.

The situation is critical now, and it is not the time for Zhang Chuanshi to be sad.

She looked in the direction of the three-eyed ghost, only to see that the ghost had turned to a corner of the alley ahead, and his figure disappeared into the earthen wall that was slightly higher than a person's head - that might be Zhang Chuanshi's former home.

Fortunately, the woman had seen that the group from Wan'an County was large in number and returned to the house after satisfying her urge to talk nonsense. Otherwise, she would have screamed that something bad was going to happen after seeing this scene.

Zhao Fusheng pondered for a moment, then an idea came to his mind.

The ghost was trapped in the law of reincarnation and was determined to kill Zhang Chuanshi's mother and sister first.

To stop evil spirits, you need to break their laws and attract the evil spirit's mark.

In other words, you have to put yourself in the ghost's "field of vision" and make yourself the priority target of the evil ghost.

There are two people who can do this. One is Xie Jingsheng, who restarted the ghost burial; the other is his own Huangquan Opera Troupe.

But at this time the alleys were narrow, the houses were densely populated, and it was not appropriate to perform ghost shows on a large scale.

She looked at Xie Jingsheng:

"Thank you, Mr. Xie. Please lead the ghost out of here first."

The three-eyed ghost was extremely ferocious, and Xie Jingsheng would have to take a huge risk to lure the ghost, but there was no other more suitable method.

Mr. Xie also guessed this, he said:

"I have no problem attracting ghosts, but I can't stop it."

Zhao Fusheng also saw the previous scene. The ghost eyeball that Zang Xiongshan swallowed was extremely powerful. Wherever the red light went, the ghost lines connecting Xie Jingsheng's body were destroyed, tearing his body into pieces.

"I know. As soon as I leave this place, I will use the troupe to lure the ghost away—"

Zhao Fusheng promised.

She originally thought that she would have to say a few more words to urge Xie Jingsheng to make up his mind, but as soon as she finished speaking, Mr. Xie nodded:

"I'm relieved with your words."

Most ghost riders are more afraid of death than ordinary people.

But Zhao Fusheng is an exception. She values ​​her promises and loyalty. Mr. Xie has not known her for a long time, but working on a ghost case together is the fastest way to verify a person's character.

When it comes to something as dangerous as attracting ghosts, he trusted Zhao Fusheng's words and didn't even need her repeated assurances.

When the people in Wan'an County heard the conversation between the two, they couldn't help but feel honored and their faces showed pride.

Zhao Fusheng was stunned for a moment, then chuckled after a while:
"it is good."

As soon as she finished speaking, Xie Jingsheng immediately used the power of the evil spirit.

Shadows gathered beneath him, and dark clouds gathered above his head. The sun was shining brightly one moment, and the sky turned overcast the next.

Mr. Xie took out a small piece of something the size of a palm from his sleeve.

The object was completely black and looked like wood but was not. When it appeared, the Fan brothers, Zhang Chuanshi and others all shuddered and felt an inexplicable sense of horror.

When Zhao Fusheng saw this thing, his breathing stopped.

This thing looked quite familiar to her, and it felt somewhat similar to her Order of Deification.

Before she could say anything, Xie Jingsheng had already spread the thing out in his hand.

The sleepy Feng Du opened his eyes without knowing when, his gaze fell on Xie Jingsheng's hand, and a sigh appeared in his eyes:

"What Old Xie left for you back then—"

Mr. Xie did not speak. He held the black block in one hand and with the other hand, he put his index and middle fingers together and wrote quickly on the small order, while he quickly recited:

"People go to the Yang, ghosts go to the Yin, evil ghosts are everywhere, listen to my command, use my ghost tablet to summon evil ghosts, I call the ghost's name, the ghost comes to me, the spirit tablet restrains the ghost, call the name and it will respond!"

Every time he chanted a spell, a large amount of black gas would surge out of the pitch-black ghost order.

The black air did not dissipate. Instead, it seemed to penetrate into his body through his palms, forming a criss-crossing spider web in an instant, climbing along his arms to the sides of his neck, and then along his neck to occupy the sides of his cheeks and forehead.

As the black lines formed, Mr. Xie's body looked like a torn paper man.

Fortunately, his body was no longer intact, and there were still countless ghost threads left at the torn parts.

Shadows gathered on the ground around him, and the evil spirit revived, gluing his body together again, which had been torn apart by the pitch-black ghost card.

Mr. Xie seemed to be unaware of all this. He continued to recite:
"Zang Xiongshan! Zang Xiongshan! Zang Xiongshan! Return to your position immediately!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the black wooden card in his palm suddenly began to glow with blood. The blood light moved around the ghost card and instantly turned into the image of a blood-red little man.

This scene was similar to the situation when Zhao Fusheng conferred titles on ghosts and gods. She was immediately certain that the method of summoning souls and gods used by Xie Jingsheng should be similar to her List of Conferred Gods.

She remained calm.

After a while, the blood shadow was formed, and the ghost shadow of Zang Xiongshan, which was almost hidden in the wall, began to fade, as if it was forcibly "pulled" out of the wall by a force. At the same time, on the ghost card in Mr. Xie's hand, a crack appeared in the middle of the forehead of the blood-red ghost shadow.

A malicious and evil thought peeked through the crack, spying on everyone with ill intentions.

"It's done!"

As soon as Mr. Xie finished speaking, the joker in his hand began to shake violently.

The crack in the middle of the blood-red figure made a clanging sound, and something was drilling under the wood veneer, trying to break out.

Xie Jingsheng looked solemn:
"This is the ghost card my father left behind. It can capture evil spirits—"

Ordinary ghosts are trapped in the cards and can no longer do evil.

But the three-eyed ghost is different.

It is already a wild god, and such jokers cannot trap it for long.

While he was talking, the joker card made a crackling sound.

Xie Jingsheng's expression changed:

"I can't trap it for long. This is my last resort. Once the evil spirit escapes, I won't be able to stop it."

"let's go!"

Zhao Fusheng spoke:
"Which direction has fewer people?"

After she said this, Fengdu frowned.

The capital is the safest place in the world, which indirectly leads to the high price of land and large population everywhere.

Zhang Chuanshi said hurriedly:
"South of the city, south of the city!" he said in panic:
"To the south, there is the post station—"

The situation was urgent, and he was afraid of delaying the work, so he spoke hastily:

"After the Guanjiang County officials arrived, they lived there. My uncle Luo slaughtered the people there that day—"

It has only been a few days since the Rakshasa massacre of Guanjiang County police officers. Many people have died there. Most people would not dare to approach at this time.

Compared to other places in the capital, the South City Post Station should be the one with the least people.

The ghost card in Xie Jingsheng's hand cracked rapidly at this time, and black gas appeared in the center of the blood-red ghost's forehead. A small hole was corroded on the ghost card, and a ghost eyeball was rotating inside.

He was worried that the joker card would break and the three-eyed ghost would jump out, so he did not hesitate and shouted:

"Go south of the city, go south of the city—"

"it is good!"

Zhao Fusheng nodded.

Zhang Chuanshi pointed in a direction and Zhao Fusheng immediately looked at Kuai Manzhou.

Blood surged in the child's eyes, blood oozed from the ground, ghost flowers appeared, and a ghost road opened up. Mr. Xie felt a familiar knocking sensation on the back of his chest. He was familiar with the road and stepped onto the ghost road again.

He took a step forward and everyone followed him. In the blink of an eye, they had walked out of the alley.

Xie Jingsheng had only taken two steps when black mist began to gush out of the wooden sign in his hand.

Countless cracks appeared on the Ghost Card, tearing the Ghost Card Order. The blood-red ghost statue was damaged, and it was of little use in trapping the evil ghost.

The ghost of Zang Xiongshan loomed, and Xie Jingsheng became anxious:

"I can't trap it anymore!"

As soon as he finished shouting, a strange eyeball suddenly emerged from the joker card.

As soon as the eyeball appeared, the black card broke into pieces and fell into Xie Jingsheng's palm.

Zang Xiongshan escaped, his eyes rolled, and Xie Jingsheng's body exploded, turning into fragments flying in the air.

At the same time, the three-eyed ghost reunited, and its body suddenly grew ten times larger. Its shadow was five or six feet tall, and the ghost eye in the center of its forehead opened.

As his eyes turned, blood instantly tore through Kuai Manzhou's ghost path, causing everyone and a ghost to appear in the imperial capital.

Once the ghost realm was broken, noisy sounds were heard all around.

There were sounds of "clang clang clang" and someone shouted:
"Chunquan, have you set up the stage?"

"Chunquan?" Fan Bisi was stunned for a moment:
"Sir..." As he spoke, he looked in the direction of the sound, and saw that not far from the crowd, there seemed to be a platform with several tables and chairs underneath.

Countless young men in blue were walking back and forth on the stage, while the fully dressed Sheng and Dan actors were practicing with swords and spears.

It looks like someone has set up a stage to perform a play here, and it's not an empty place!

Zhao Fusheng's heart sank.

Unfortunately, this was not the time for her to think.

As soon as the three-eyed evil spirit escaped, Xie Jingsheng fell into crisis.

The evil ghost tore off the human skin cloak behind him and waved it into the air against the wind. The ghost skin instantly turned into a net, trying to cover Xie Jingsheng's broken body.

The situation was critical and she had promised to save Xie Jingsheng's life.

"I'm sorry!"

Zhao Fusheng shouted in desperation and immediately issued an order for the ghosts and gods to ask the Huangquan Opera Troupe to leave.

As soon as the Huangquan Opera Troupe appeared, they no longer built a ghost stage. Instead, ghost shadows flashed and appeared on the ready-made stage!
In an instant, the stage was filled with ghostly shadows, and in a moment, the evil spirits took their positions.

When the sounds of playing musical instruments and singing rang out, the busy servants under the stage were immediately stunned.

"this--"

The old man in a gray robe, who was originally holding a long-spouted teapot, was stunned for a moment. When he saw the troupe on the stage, a look of confusion appeared on his face.

But as soon as the ghost troupe took the stage, the rules came into effect.

The Huangquan Opera Troupe was famous throughout the world when they were alive and was sought after by the people. Even after their death, they still had the power to attract evil spirits.

As soon as the ghost troupe started singing, the people in the troupe became like puppets with their lives controlled by someone, and they all walked hesitantly towards the empty tables and chairs.

The news of the ghost show spread, and passers-by were also lured.

As the woman's resentful voice began to sound, a green sedan carried by two people was originally moving in another direction. However, the moment the sound of opera was heard, the two sedan bearers froze in their expressions and slowly walked towards the direction of the opera troupe.

……

The ghost troupe didn't need to set up a stage, and the performance started much faster than usual.

The ghost eye on Zang Xiongshan's forehead turned, and the blood light shifted from Xie Jingsheng in mid-air to the ghost opera troupe.

The Huangquan Opera Troupe is using the stage with living people at this time. Passers-by nearby are lured by the ghost show and are moving in this direction. If Zang Xiongshan attacks the ghost opera troupe, innocent people will be implicated.

At this moment, Feng Du suddenly took action.

'Ah-ha.' He yawned loudly.

His yawn was different from that of ordinary people. A large amount of black mist came out of his mouth, and when the black mist came out, it formed a dark bubble.

Everyone was infected by him and felt sleepy.

At this moment, Feng Du reached out his hand to his mouth and took the black bubble in his hand.

He stretched out his finger and flicked it. A black bubble popped out from between his fingers and flew rapidly into the air.

During the flying process, the black bubble expanded rapidly and turned into an extremely large steam bubble in the blink of an eye. Black fog rolled inside the bubble, and it seemed that a ghost house could be vaguely seen, covering the ghost shadow of Zang Xiongshan, who was five or six feet tall.