I become a god in another world

Chapter 547 Cause and Effect
Chapter 547

As soon as the ghost was covered, Feng Du stretched out his hand and summoned it. The ghost house trapped in the black bubble quickly shrank, shrinking to the size of a sack half a person's height in the blink of an eye.

Feng Du picked it up and threw it over his shoulder:
"go!"

After he did all this, his vitality began to be consumed in large quantities.

The skin on Feng Du's face shrank rapidly, his hair turned from black to gray, wrinkles appeared at the corners of his eyes, and nasolabial folds appeared at the corners of his mouth.

Almost in the blink of an eye, he changed from a middle-aged man in his forties to an old man in his fifties or sixties.

This change shocked everyone.

Everyone had seen him trap Zang Xiongshan easily and wondered why he didn't take action first. But when they saw Feng Du's appearance, Wu Shaochun and others immediately knew that it would not be easy for Feng Du to trap the three-eyed evil ghost.

Most of Xie Jingsheng's body was gathered in mid-air. Before the others were assembled, he shouted:
"Open the way all around!"

As soon as he finished shouting, the ghost road reopened. He grabbed the ears and toes that were still hanging in the air, and then rushed into the ghost realm again.

Everyone followed closely behind, and the ghost road closed silently.

Before leaving, Zhao Fusheng waved the ghost and god token and included the ghost troupe in the list of gods.

As soon as the ghost troupe returned to the throne, the living people who were bewitched by the ghost troupe immediately came back to their souls.

The old man holding the pot turned his head blankly and looked towards the stage instinctively. He didn't know when he walked to the tables and chairs.

The servants and waiters of the troupe also had their legs on the bench and were almost sitting back on it.

……

Liu Yizhen was walking at the end. The moment he stepped into the ghost road, he stopped and looked back for some unknown reason.

"Yizhen?!"

Zhao Fusheng put away the troupe and realized that Liu Yizhen had not caught up, so he couldn't help but call him.

She turned her head and saw Liu Yizhen looking in the direction of the troupe. She followed Liu Yizhen's line of sight and saw a small sedan chair with a green cover parked not far from the troupe.

The two porters who were carrying the sedan looked pale and had stiff expressions. As the ghost troupe disappeared, their eyeballs slowly moved.

A hand reached out from the sedan chair and lifted the cloth blocking the sedan chair, revealing a thin man's face.

The man was about forty years old, had a beard and an elegant face.

However, it seemed as if he had not had a good rest for a long time. There were shadows under his eyes, slight bags under his eyes, and fatigue on his face.

Although it was a long time since he had this impression, Zhao Fusheng still recognized him the moment he saw him.

"Liu Huacheng!"

She had seen Liu Huacheng twice before: once when he was 60 years old forty-one years ago, and once when his ghost resurrected after his death.

This is Liu Huacheng when he was younger.

Judging from the time, this was the time when he was trying the Rakshasa for slaughtering the officials and envoys of Guanjiang County. As the case was complicated and involved the Demon Suppression Division, he was under a lot of pressure and looked tired.

Zhao Fusheng and others had already entered the ghost realm. Liu Huacheng, who was still a Beijing official at this time, did not notice these uninvited guests.

He is troubled by the Rakshasa murder case.

The case itself was not complicated, but the relationship between the Demon Suppression Division and the government behind it was complicated, which made him very troubled and he did not dare to make a decision easily.

Just when he was feeling bored, he arrived at the Hongquan Opera Troupe without knowing when.

Although the ghost opera troupe had been taken away by Zhao Fusheng, he still remembered that moment before, when the ghost opera started, and the feeling it left on him seemed to be enough to attract his soul - as if all the troubles in the world had disappeared, and his consciousness was almost leaving his body, and his soul was about to leave his body.

Young Liu Huacheng had no idea that he had almost escaped death.

But he hadn't had a good rest and relaxation for a long time, and the previous moment of trance had made him feel much calmer.

Liu Huacheng looked towards the stage. It was empty at this moment. The actors and actresses who had been wielding swords and guns on the stage had gotten off the stage at some point and were looking up at the stage with surprise on their faces.

Where did the previous opera music come from? Who sang it?

The faint 'ya' sound seemed to still echo in Liu Huacheng's mind, making him unable to distinguish between illusion and reality for a moment.

He lowered his head and rubbed his forehead:

"Meeting is fate. After listening to this opera, I should give you a reward. Take one or two taels of silver--"

On the other side, the old owner of the Hongquan Opera Troupe received the silver ingot and was so excited that he couldn't believe it:

"I wonder what this gentleman's name is? Please leave your name. My Hongquan Opera Troupe will definitely visit you later and perform another good show for you—"

Cause and effect are established.

Those who were inadvertently involved in this cause and effect have already embarked on the road to hell and are nowhere to be found.

The moment Zhao Fusheng and Liu Yizhen turned around, they had already guessed what was going on. They looked at each other with a tacit understanding in their eyes.

……

Feng Du carried the ghost and ran behind Xie Jingsheng.

Black gas was swirling inside the bubble he was carrying on his shoulders.

Through the strange translucent bubbles, everyone can see the scene inside.

The pitch-black city melted away like smoke, revealing a fierce ghost sitting upright with its three eyes closed inside.

Zang Xiongshan was trapped in the ghost realm at this time, just like the scene when Zhao Fusheng first saw it in Shangyang County - that should be the appearance of Zang Xiongshan before his death. After the evil ghost was resurrected, it maintained the same appearance as at that time.

Zhao Fusheng's gaze fell on the face of the evil ghost. The ghost was turning and floating in the black fog, but the evil spirit that was suppressed by Fengdu was ready to move and could revive again at any time.

She felt a little uneasy and suddenly shouted:
"Mr. Xie, which direction are you going?"

Kuai Manzhou couldn't see the way forward on the ghost road, nor could she see the direction she came from when she looked back. She felt a little uneasy in her heart.

Xie Jingsheng's body had not yet been assembled. Upon hearing this, he couldn't help but say:

"Cross the Yellow Springs and go to the Zang Family Ancestral Hall—"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone was shocked.

After Xie Jingsheng finished speaking, he paused for a moment, and then he felt as if he were about to die.

Feng Du trembled all over, and half of his hair turned white again in an instant.

He tightly grasped the ghost bubble in his hand, and instinctively wanted to turn his head to look at the "transparent bag" on his shoulder, but the moment he turned his head, a drop of blood oozed out of his forehead, slid down, and drew a bright red blood line.

Fengdu's mask was pushed open, revealing a dark eyeball.

He reacted very quickly, and a puff of black air came out of his nose.

Black air covered his forehead and dug the ghost eye out of his body.

At the same time, inside the ghost bubble that he carried on his shoulder, Zang Xiongshan's third ghost eye opened at some point.

When Xie Jingsheng shouted "Cross the Yellow Springs and go to the Zang Family Ancestral Hall", he had already realized that something was wrong.

He naturally knew where the 'Zang Family Ancestral Hall' was, but he had no intention of going there.

The purpose of this trip is to lure away the three-eyed ghost and change history.

But unexpectedly, after going around in circles, he led the ghost back to the original place.

Countless chaotic thoughts flashed through Mr. Xie's mind. He knew very well how terrifying the three-eyed ghost was, so he did not dare to be careless at this moment. He quickly read out loud:
"People go to the Yang, ghosts go to the Yin - Xie Jingsheng of the Xie family, listen to my command and follow me -"

He spoke rapidly, reading his own name quickly.

The moment the curse was uttered, countless ghost lines emerged from where Xie Jingsheng had originally stood, pulling at his body that had been broken into hundreds of pieces.

The ghost line was affected by the curse, pulling the fragments forward, as if forcibly pulling out another layer of phantom from Xie Jingsheng's body. Once the ghost was pulled out, only a body was left in its place.

The moment the ghost left the body, a crack quickly appeared on the forehead of the body, and a ghost eyeball broke out of the frame.

A big hole appeared on Xie Jingsheng's back at some point, and a ghost child crawled out of the hole, holding two clumps of black hair as black as seaweed in his hands.

The ghost boy pinched it hard, and the messy hair turned into black gas and was swallowed into its stomach.

Xie Jingsheng's face changed and turned into Zang Xiongshan's, standing in the same place.

At this time, on the other side, Xie Jingsheng luckily summoned himself with the ghost funeral ceremony and escaped.

Just when he was frightened, he found that Zang Xiongshan's law did not mark him first, and the evil ghost's third eye opened.

The power of the wild god forcibly broke through Kuai Manzhou's path to the underworld.

Under the red light, all the ghost flowers withered, the Yellow Spring sank into the ground, and countless low thatched huts appeared under the red light, surrounded by dilapidated mud walls.

In an old courtyard, a woman was sitting in a corner holding a child.

The woman had long hair tied up lightly and had a pretty face. In front of her was an old stove with a large pot on it. The paste in the pot was bubbling.

Not far from her, Zang Xiongshan, with a melancholy look on his face, was silently chopping a pile of firewood with an axe.

A young boy squatted in front of him, looking up at him with a childish face.

"Third brother, take a break..." The woman turned her attention to her son, with a gentle look in her eyes, but she said:
"It will take a while to chop all the wood, and you will suffer."

Zang Xiongshan Road:

"It's okay. When I was in Erlang Village, I also had to work a lot. These hardships are not the hardship. It's the hardship that has troubled you and Xiongwu that is——"

The woman said gently:

"We are one family and we don't talk behind each other's backs. It's not about whether we are involved or not."

"Has Xiongwu been out for several hours?" Zang Xiongshan asked.

"Ah."

The woman responded softly.

When she talked about her husband, she felt sweet but also a little worried:
"Luo Ge's case is currently under trial, and he wants to help out to see if there is any chance of survival."

When the "Rakshasa Case" was mentioned, except for the two young children, the two adults in the room were all silent.

Zang Xiongshan's power in chopping wood has increased:
"I'm worried. I think something big is going to happen. After I finish chopping this pile of firewood, I'll go get some news."

The woman said hurriedly:
"You are unfamiliar with the imperial capital—"

Before he could finish his words, the courtyard was suddenly shrouded in red light, and an ominous premonition came over everyone.

Even the child squatting on the ground showed fear:

"Uncle San, I'm scared."

Zang Xiongshan hugged him tightly, realizing that something was wrong.

The ghost domain opened, and another 'Zang Xiongshan' walked out from the blood.

When a man and a ghost met, except for Zhao Fusheng and his group who followed the evil ghost out of the ghost realm, the people who lived in the old Zang family compound 58 years ago were all shocked when they saw this incredible scene.

……

“History cannot be changed.”

Zhang Chuanshi, who was already over sixty years old, walked out of the ghost realm, muttering something.

No one felt more emotional than him.

He had been filled with endless hope because of Zhao Fusheng's words the moment before, and he was extremely excited when everyone led the ghost away. But that hope was fleeting like a flash in the pan.

Even his heart was still pounding with excitement because of Zhao Fusheng's previous words. His heart rate had not yet returned to its previous rhythm. After going around in circles, he returned to the courtyard that had brought him a lifelong nightmare.

The horrific scene in his childhood memory almost affected his entire life.

At that time, Zang Xiongshan had not yet revived as an evil ghost. When he looked at this 'Zang Xiongshan' who looked like him, his soul flew away and he was speechless for a while. He could only hug the child tightly in his arms.

"This is life."

Zhang Chuanshi said this for some unknown reason.

"you--"

The woman widened her eyes and looked at the three-eyed Zang Xiongshan. An inexplicable shadow loomed over her heart:

"Third brother——"

The 'Zang Xiongshan' in front of him was the Zang Xiongshan who died in Shangyang County many years later and was resurrected as a ghost. The dead cannot be resurrected, and there is a natural barrier between ghosts and humans, so it naturally would not respond to the woman's cry anymore.

The ghost has only one obsession: to kill the mother and daughter in front of it.

The third ghost eye opened, and the shadow of the three-eyed ghost was reflected in the woman's pupils.

At this moment, a cold white mist wrapped around her body.

At the critical moment, Wu Shaochun reacted extremely quickly.

He remembered Zhao Fusheng's words clearly: the power of ghosts is not only to kill people, but also to save people by using the laws of evil spirits.

The woman was next to the stove, which was her territory.

The moment Wu Shaochun saw the stove, he summoned the stove ghost.

The stove had changed at some point, and the paste in the pot was instantly frozen by the evil spirit. The bowl for scooping the paste became the best offering to invite the stove ghost.

The evil ghost revived, and its ghost energy entangled Zhang Chuanshi's mother and daughter and hung them high up.

The stove ghost naturally wants to kill people, but the three-eyed ghost cannot allow his target to die at the hands of other ghosts.

An evil light burst out from the third ghost eye, and a blood-red beam of light cut off the mist of the stove ghost, and the mother and daughter fell to the ground with a bang.

Wu Shaochun suffered a setback as soon as he made his move.

But he was full of vigor and became more courageous as he faced more setbacks.

The moment he saw the mother and daughter fall to the ground, he prostrated himself in the pot. Three lit incense sticks appeared in front of the stove.

The incense burned quickly, and the smoke turned into green mist ropes, which wrapped around the fallen mother and lifted her up again.

These three incense sticks represent the incense value of the believers that Wu Shaochun has gathered since he started to control ghosts. At such a critical moment, he used them all in one swoop, trying to snatch the life of the big ghost.

The green incense is stronger than the pale ghost fog before, but the strength of the three-eyed evil ghost is far beyond the disaster-level evil ghost controlled by Wu Shaochun.

It stretched out its hand and threw the shadow of the ghost child out, landing above the three incense sticks.

The ghost boy fell to the ground and bowed, and the three incense sticks were immediately extinguished.

The three-eyed evil ghost stretched out his hand, and the human skin ghost minions were twisted into a bundle, which turned into a ghost whip and lashed out.

The evil ghost's whip is extraordinary. If it is whipped hard, not only the mother and daughter, but also Wu Shaochun and the evil ghosts he controls will be devoured by the ghost.

At the critical moment, Zhao Fusheng took action.

She opened hell.

The eighth level of hell extended from under her feet, covering the three-eyed evil spirit!

The ghost fire can burn away evil spirits. The three-eyed evil ghost has a lot of blood on his body and is responsible for countless lives.

The pale ghost fire turned into a punishment for the ghosts and instantly devoured the three-eyed evil ghost.