I become a god in another world

Chapter 551 Not a Coward
Chapter 551

The young Zang Xiongshan had not yet acquired the eerie look of a resurrected evil spirit, nor did his brows and eyes carry the chilling sinister look.

He was holding Zhang Chuanshi, who was just nine years old. He hadn't yet reacted to what had happened. His face was full of panic and anxiety as he looked at the group of strangers in front of him.

The ghost realm of Fengdu shattered and turned into an old man standing beside the crowd.

The ghost domain dispersed, and the gate of the courtyard of the Zang family's old ancestral hall was pushed open at some point, and a man with a gloomy face stood there.

No one had noticed this before.

The moment Zhao Fusheng felt the gaze coming at him, he turned his head and looked at the man.

The man was about thirty years old and looked haggard. He looked anxiously at the people in the courtyard, with a look of confusion and uneasiness on his face.

The moment Zhao Fusheng's eyes met his, he was dazed for a moment, and then he found that the man's face became blurred.

There seemed to be an indescribable layer of white mist lingering around him. The man's appearance changed slightly, the corners of his mouth drooped slightly, faint wrinkles appeared at the corners of his eyes, and a faint black air ran from one side of his eyebrow across the bridge of his nose to the other cheek.

The man's eyes turned from brown to black, and his expression became cold.

Most importantly, his hands, which were originally clenched tightly in anxiety, were tucked into his sleeves without him noticing.

This sudden change shocked everyone.

When Zhao Fusheng took another closer look, he found that he seemed to have changed.

His hands, which had been hidden in his sleeves, reappeared at some point, and one of his hands was holding a lamp.

Zhang Xiongwu looked at Zhao Fusheng with cold eyes.

Zhao Fusheng's gaze moved downward and saw that the lantern in his hand was shrouded in black air. In an instant, painful and distorted facial features appeared on the surface of the lantern.

The facial features were twisted into the shadow of Sun Shaoyin, shrouded in black air and with a hideous look.

"Zhang Xiongwu!"

Zhao Fusheng gritted his teeth.

At this moment, two faces from different time and space overlapped, and in the blink of an eye, they turned into the appearance of the young Zang Xiongwu.

The ghost lantern in his hand disappeared without a trace.

He didn't care about the strangers who appeared in the courtyard. He looked around the courtyard anxiously. When he didn't see Liu Wenqing and her daughter, he moved his lips, his eyes were a little uneasy, but he still tried to be calm and asked in a trembling voice:

"Chuanshi, where is your mother? And where is your sister?"

The child was held in Zang Xiongshan's arms.

He witnessed the appearance of the evil ghost and also saw the death of Liu Wenqing with his own eyes.

For the young Zhang Chuanshi, the scene at that moment made him unclear about what had happened. He only knew that something had happened to his mother and sister.

At this moment, under his father's stern questioning, he was stunned and trembling:
"Just now, just now——"

Zang Xiongwu's anxiety and restlessness reached its peak when he couldn't see his wife and daughter. Then he saw his son hesitating and became furious.

Things have been going wrong lately.

First, the third brother encountered a lawsuit, and then his best friend came to vent his anger on behalf of his family. Now he is in jail and his life is in danger.

While he was busy helping his brother with his lawsuit, he suddenly felt extremely uneasy, as if something big was going to happen at home.

When he rushed back home, he found that the house was shrouded in black fog.

This black fog brings a palpitating feeling, as if there is a crisis hidden within.

However, his concern for his wife and children made Zang Xiongwu rush into the ghost realm without hesitation.

However, at this time he did not have the power of evil spirits to support him. Although he was courageous, he was still lost in the ghost realm, wandering around aimlessly like a headless fly.

The paths that were once familiar to me no longer made it possible to find the correct path leading home.

This abnormal situation made Zang Xiongwu even more uneasy.

He couldn't help but think: If only I had a lamp in my hand that could illuminate the black fog. This lamp could dispel evil spirits, illuminate the strange fog, and help him find his way home.

As Zang Xiongwu was thinking this, for some reason, his mind started to become confused, and in a daze, it seemed as if a lamp was suddenly held in his hand.

The maze that had trapped him for a long time was suddenly illuminated by the pale light.

The road ahead was both familiar and unfamiliar, giving him a sense of reunion after a long separation.

The familiar path made him afraid and timid. He felt timid as he approached home, as if something terrible was waiting for him at the end of the path.

Zang Xiongwu's mind flashed with his wife's gentle face, his son's cute appearance, and his daughter's innocent face...

He couldn't be afraid yet, and this was not the time for him to be afraid, because his family was waiting for him behind him.

He mustered up his courage, took the lantern and set out on the road home. The moment he pushed the door open, he saw the yard full of strangers.

The third brother Zang Xiongshan was holding the nine-year-old Zhang Chuanshi in his arms, his body stained with blood.

There was a strange smell lingering in the yard.

It's like a strong smell of blood, mixed with a heavy smell of death that makes people's hearts palpitate and their chests feel stuffy.

This lingering smell lingered in Zang Xiongwu's nose, making him particularly angry at Zhang Chuanshi's stammering. He interrupted his son's words in a rude and brutal tone:
"Be a man, speak clearly. What happened? Where are your mother and your sister?"

He couldn't wait for his son to reply, and shouted loudly:

"Wenqing, Wenqing, Ni'er——"

His daughter was still young, and when it was said that she would be adopted by Zang Xiongshan, she had never been given a name, so her family members called her by a nickname.

In the past, as soon as he returned home, his wife and daughter would come up to him one after another and speak to him in soft words. His wife's gentle smile would soothe his fatigue from a day's work.

But no matter how he shouted, there was no response from his wife.

The paste cooked in the stove in the yard had cooled and solidified at some point.

His wife is a good helper to him and is extremely careful about everything. If she were still alive, she would never let this matter cool down.

The feeling of uneasiness deepens.

At this moment, Zhang Chuanshi cried and said:

"Mother, mother and sister, my sister was--" he said, and looked at Zang Xiongshan in fear and trepidation, "She was killed by a ghost--"

As soon as the child finished speaking, Zang Xiongwu did not give him a look of sympathy or concern.

His bad premonition came true. Disappointment, heartache, despair and pain instantly seized Zang Xiongwu's heart. He was stunned. Facing his son who was struggling to get out of Zang Xiongshan's arms and running towards him, he murmured:
"Killed? Why wasn't it you who died?!"

His words were so devastating that the child, who was running towards his father, froze in his tracks.

The child was still young and didn't know what he had done wrong. His father's face was livid and his expression was full of resentment - this was completely different from the way he remembered his father.

His eyes were cold, and the expression he gave the child made the young Zang Chuansheng shudder.

After Zang Xiongwu blurted out the first words, he saw his son's helpless face and felt a moment of regret.

However, the regret had just arisen, and it turned into a huge resentment, mixed with a trace of panic. In this complicated state of mind, he had to use an even more angry and irritable attitude to cover up his uneasy state of mind, and vicious words came out of his mouth:

"You coward, you bastard, why don't you die?!"

"Coward! Coward!" he cursed.

……

At this time, Zang Xiongwu's shadow changed again in Zhao Fusheng's eyes. The image of the old paper man Zhang holding Sun Shaoyin's ghost head overlapped with the young Zang Xiongwu, both venting their anger at a child who had suddenly suffered a drastic change and was frightened.

From the collapse of the ghost realm to the appearance of Zang Xiongwu to question the child, it only took a few breaths.

Fengdu was drowsy, and Mr. Xie frowned. The people in Wan'an County showed anger on their faces. Meng Po was about to speak when Zhao Fusheng suddenly shouted:

"He's not a coward! He's not a wimp!"

She spoke up to defend him, causing the young Zang Chuansheng, who was secretly wiping his tears, to pause.

Zang Xiongwu, who had lost his mind in anger, seemed to have found an outlet for his emotions. He turned his head, stared coldly at Zhao Fusheng, and asked sternly:

"Who are you? Why are you here in my yard? Does the matter of my wife and daughter have anything to do with you?"

58 years ago, he was still young and had not yet controlled evil spirits, nor was he the crazy, half-human, half-ghost he would be 58 years later.

But at this moment, his eyes were filled with hatred and his expression was crazy. Facing this group of strangers, he was not afraid at all.

"What happened to my wife and daughter? Did you harm her?"

Zang Xiongwu asked questions repeatedly.

Xie Jingsheng was in the middle of the situation and knew the whole cause and effect. He was involved in the Shangyang County ghost case and followed the reincarnation of the three-eyed evil ghost back to 58 years ago. He already knew the real cause of Liu Wenqing's death.

Hearing Zang Xiongwu's words, he said:
"Everything has its cause and effect. Our arrival——"

"Stop talking nonsense!" Zang Xiongwu had no time to listen to Xie Jingsheng's words at this moment, so he interrupted him immediately:
"Who are you——"

As he was asking the question, Feng Du, who was originally drowsy, opened his eyes without him noticing.

The elderly Feng Du turned his head and looked in a certain direction of the Imperial Capital.

Zhao Fusheng, Wu Shaochun, Kuai Manzhou and others all sensed black gas rising from this direction, which was the newly formed ghost domain.

"A ghost disaster has occurred in the Imperial Capital."

Feng Du said lightly.

When everyone heard this, their hearts tightened.

The defenses of the Imperial Capital against evil spirits are as strong as a rock. There are many ghost riders here. Even if an evil spirit is revived, it will be dealt with by a large number of ghost riders before the ghost disaster becomes large-scale.

In the year 189 of the Han Dynasty, only one case that shocked the entire capital occurred—"The Headless Ghost Case!"

Zhao Fusheng sighed.

The headless ghost case occurred this year.

Zang Xiongshan, who came from 58 years later, returned to the cycle of time due to the law of reincarnation. He committed a large number of murders in Guanjiang County and was eventually arrested and sent to the capital.

Because it involved a ghost case, the ghost handlers of Guanjiang County's Demon Suppression Bureau adopted the attitude of rather killing the wrong people than letting them go, and massacred the villagers of Erlang Village again.

Luosha was righteous by nature and loved to stand up for the weak. Because his brother's cousin was wrongly accused, he was determined to die and massacred all the officials and messengers. He was eventually sentenced to immediate execution.

……

When Zhao Fusheng thought about all this, he suddenly felt heavy in his heart.

She could no longer distinguish the cause and effect of this ghost case.

Everyone has their own reasons and motives in this ghost case, which ultimately led to this case that shocked the capital.

She was extremely angry and felt a nameless rage in her heart.

But now is not the time to vent your anger, there are still many things that have not been resolved.

"There is no time in the ghost realm. It seems that when we were trapped, Luosha had been beheaded and the evil spirit had revived."

The headless ghost has special rules, it specializes in killing evil spirits.

There are many ghost riders in the imperial capital, and we must not let them go on a killing spree here.

"Let's help suppress the headless ghost and then go back."

Zhao Fusheng suppressed his anger and responded calmly.

Feng Du and others nodded.

Xie Jingsheng called out to Kuai Manzhou:
"Open the way all around!"

At this time, nothing is faster than taking the ghost path.

The ghost appeared, and there was a knocking sound on Xie Jingsheng's back. A large ball of foul-smelling black water quickly soaked the center of his back, and he said:
"Cross the Yellow Springs and go to the government office in Dijing Town—"

As soon as the shout fell, the ghost path appeared, and he was the first to rush into the ghost path.

After the ghost appeared, Zang Xiongwu widened his eyes and cursed angrily:

"You evil ghosts! You have destroyed my family--"

When he saw Wu Shaochun and others following them into the ghost path, he was so angry that he forgot his fear, and chased after them while cursing, wanting to fight them to the death.

Zhao Fusheng walked at the end, blocking his way:

"Your son is not a coward, nor a wimp—"

She looked at Zang Xiongwu coldly.

Zang Xiongwu stared at her hatefully:

"You killed my wife and daughter, I will wipe out your entire family! You evil ghosts, I will slaughter the evil ghosts and avenge my family—"

As he shouted, the ghost path disappeared, and the two ghost riders Xie and Feng, along with the people from Wan'an County, disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

……

After this group of people left, Zang Xiongwu's eyes were red and he looked crazy:
"They can talk, they are not real ghosts, the ghost controller, they must be the ghost controller——"

"I'm going to seek revenge on them—" he said to himself:

"Where are we going? The Demon Suppression Division? No, not the Demon Suppression Division. Where are we going? They said the Division's government office, the Division's government office—"

He paused at this point:
"My brother is imprisoned there, my brother's lawsuit——"

Zang Xiongwu is also an extraordinary person.

His family had long been in decline, and he was born in poverty, but he was extremely smart. Based on what Zhao Fusheng and others had said before, he pieced together part of the truth:

"My brother's lawsuit will be decided in the next two days. She mentioned that there is no time in the ghost realm. Could it be that my brother——"

He was overwhelmed with sorrow when he thought of this, and then he thought of the ghost disasters these people mentioned, and he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart:
"What is the origin of that ghost disaster?"

As he pondered, the scene of his last meeting with Luosha in prison came to his mind.

The two brothers met across the prison bars. Both of them anticipated the outcome. He was grief-stricken, but Rakshasa remained calm:

"Everyone will die one day, I just go ahead."

"There is no justice in the Han Dynasty, but I will find it!"

"Why are there so many ghost disasters in the world? Why are the evil ghosts so powerful that no one can control them? Only ghosts can cure them?"

He said calmly:
"I don't accept it! If I could bow to people when I was alive, I will definitely be able to bow to ghosts after I die! Brother, don't cry for me, I'm going to do good things!"

He said:
"I wish to be a ghost messenger after I die, to capture evil ghosts, to clean up the ghost world, and to break the imbalance in this world!"

Restrain the evil spirits and prevent them from running rampant.

……

Thinking of this, Zang Xiongwu burst into tears:

"Brothers."

Recalling that Luosha had instructed him to help collect his body, Zang Xiongwu wiped away his tears, looked at his son coldly without saying a word, turned around and rushed out of the yard.