I become a god in another world

Chapter 555: Zhongdu Divine Tomb
Chapter 555

Once the topic got down to business, everyone's expressions became serious.

"There is actually a very evil creature suppressed under the central palace where the emperor lives?" The person who spoke was Fan Bisi.

He has been living under other people's roof since he was young, and he is very good at reading other people's faces and acting accordingly.

Among the group, both Xie Jingsheng and Feng Du should be top figures in the eyes of the Fan brothers, and there was no opportunity for them to interrupt here.

But among this group of ghost riders there happened to be Zhao Fusheng.

She convinced everyone with her powerful strength. Even Xie Jingsheng, who was originally extremely arrogant, now looked at her differently - Wang Jiangfeng, whom Zhu Guangling admired very much, also talked to her.

Zhao Fusheng showed no sign of fear in front of the two big figures in the imperial capital, and he had a great deal of say.

Influenced by her, Fan Bisi also began to straighten his back. He looked natural when talking to others, without the caution, prudence and uneasiness he had before when talking to people.

Hearing Feng Du's words, he said with some disbelief:
"If there is a great evil thing suppressed under the Central Palace, then doesn't the Central Palace also count as a great evil thing? The emperor actually lives in the middle of a great evil thing?"

This unexpected discovery overturned Fan Bisi's cognition, and he murmured:

"As the saying goes, a son of a wealthy family should not sit in the hall—"

Fengdu yawned.

His eyes became more bloodshot, and this yawn brought out tears.

"There is no such thing as a son of a rich family." He shook his head: "When the nest is overturned, no egg can remain intact."

Xie Jingsheng swept away his previous carefree look, and after hearing this, a gloomy look appeared on his face:

"The people are stupid and ignorant, born in chaos and die in confusion, but it is not a good thing for those who know the truth."

Most of the ghost riders' bodies are in pieces, and once they control a ghost, they are completely unrecognizable.

Whether they are ghost riders or messengers, they just live their lives with their heads on their belts.

The difference between dying today and dying tomorrow is that you can survive a little longer.

He said:
"Fusheng controls the Imperial Prison. Now that you know this secret, can't you guess that the Imperial Capital is also a prison that traps the emperor?"

"..."

Zhao Fusheng was stunned.

The hell opened by the List of Gods she controlled was not the same as the "Emperor's Prison" mentioned by Xie Jingsheng.

But she did not explain, but tacitly accepted Xie Jingsheng's misunderstanding.

Fan Bisi was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Zhao Fusheng. He obviously didn't understand the connection between the two.

But relying on the tacit understanding between him and Zhao Fusheng, when he saw Zhao Fusheng remained silent, he tactfully said nothing and just laughed dryly twice.

Xie Jingsheng sighed and glanced at Feng Du:
"Lord Fengdu, can we mention these things?"

Feng Du stretched out the back of his hand to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes and said:
"They are all from the Demon Suppression Division. Lord Zhao is extremely powerful. If the emperor had known about such a talent earlier, he would have been transferred to the Imperial Capital sooner or later to take charge of the capital. Such news would have spread sooner or later. Why shouldn't we mention it?"

After he finished speaking, he yawned again, and the bloodshot in his eyes became even deeper.

Seeing him like this, Liu Yizhen couldn't help but worry:
"Have you not slept for a long time?"

Xie Jingsheng said:

"Lord Fengdu dare not fall asleep."

When Zhao Fusheng heard this, he vaguely guessed what Xie Jingsheng meant.

Feng Du smiled in silence, and Xie Jingsheng said:

"Lord Fengdu's situation is special. If he falls asleep, the evil spirit will revive. Only when he is awake can he control the evil spirit."

After he said this, everyone understood why Feng Du was often in trouble.

No wonder he dozed off and woke up from time to time when he met him in Longyang County before. He must have been worried that the evil spirit would get out of control and was on high alert at all times.

But Feng Du was, after all, an extraordinary figure who had participated in the headless ghost case 58 years ago. If he had maintained such intermittent sleep during these 58 years, it was understandable that he was extremely sleepy at this moment.

Poor sleep is particularly torturous.

Being with ghosts is scary enough, and on top of that you can’t even eat or sleep well.

Everyone remembered that Feng Du had a relatively stable temper, and they all admired his perseverance.

"In fact, the situation of the Demon Suppression Division is complicated - many things are complicated -"

Xie Jingsheng sighed.

Zhu Guangling used water to open a path and opened up a special ghost road in the vast ghost fog.

The ghost ship moved along the shallow stream through the forest of ghosts, passing silently among the ghost groups.

The specially lit 'sky lanterns' on the boat shone on everyone, making it impossible for evil spirits to spy on this special group of living people.

When Xie Jingsheng mentioned the old things, his expression was complicated, but Zhao Fusheng and others did not urge him.

Fortunately, he was silent for only two or three breaths, then he raised his head and looked around at everyone:

"We all belong to the Demon Suppression Division. Since we are going to bring up the past, I will start with the Demon Suppression Division."

"The situation at the Demon Suppression Division is special—" he said:

"There are many ghost controllers. Let me start with Jia Yi, who controls the Soul Fate Book."

To the Imperial Capital, Wan'an County is located at the border. Before the ghost case in Shangyang County broke out, many people in the Imperial Capital's Demon Suppression Department were unaware of the existence of Wan'an County's Demon Suppression Department.

Zhao Fusheng, Meng Po and others were unknown in the imperial capital.

Except for the Fan brothers who came from the imperial capital and Meng Po who had traveled far and wide and had some experience, as for the rest of the people, Liu Yizhen was trapped in a corner, and his knowledge and understanding of many things came from Liu Huacheng who raised him.

Kuai Manzhou and Wu Shaochun were from rural backgrounds and knew nothing about the situation in the Demon Suppression Bureau of the Imperial Capital.

But no matter who it is, as long as they enter the Demon Suppression Division, they will inevitably be involved in the Soul and Fate Book - so the people in Wan'an County don't know that there is a king in the capital, and they may not know the existence of Xie Jingsheng, but they are very familiar with Jia Yi's name.

Seeing that his words had aroused everyone's interest, Xie Jingsheng couldn't help but smile slightly and continued:

"Generals in the Demon Suppression Division are divided into high and low ranks, but some are no longer in the rank. Jia Yi is one of them. Like Lord Feng Du, he is already a king general. The ghosts he controls are far above the calamity rank."

After saying this, he couldn't help but glance at Zhao Fusheng, his expression became a little weird:

"At least not inferior to Zang Xiongshan after he absorbed the ghost eye."

Wild God level!
Zhao Fusheng's heart moved, and then he sighed:
"If Zang Xiongshan hadn't merged the power of the ghost eye, perhaps Jia Yi would be even more powerful than Zang Xiongshan."

Xie Jingsheng nodded:
"The Soul Fate Book is related to the foundation of the Demon Suppression Division. There are more than 10,000 Commanders and Envoys who are still alive in the Han Dynasty, and among them, there are only 2,000 to 3,000 ghost controllers."

Among these people, except for a few who are extremely powerful and far away from the imperial capital and can suppress the backlash of the Soul and Destiny Book, most of the ghost riders are controlled by Jia Yi.

After Zang Xiongshan's evil ghost was resurrected in Shangyang County more than 40 years ago, the human-skinned ghost mother devoured the ghost riders and quickly advanced in power, becoming extremely ferocious.

During the more than two hundred years of the Han Dynasty, ghost riders came and went, and no one knew how many of them had become Jia Yi's minions.

After two hundred years, Jia Yi's ghost level had reached an unknown level of horror.

When Zhao Fusheng heard this, he felt a chill on the back of his neck and goose bumps appeared on his body.

Xie Jingsheng stared at her, not missing the subtle changes on her face. From the slight twitching of her muscles, he seemed to guess what she was thinking:
"Jia Yi's ghost minions have actually existed for more than just two hundred years." Just as Xie Jingsheng's words were leaving everyone confused, Feng Du, who had just yawned, continued:

"Some of the ghosts in the Demon Suppression Department almost all have a legacy. Jia Yi is the ghost who took over the previous ghost minion 78 years ago."

After the evil ghost was resurrected, the ghost minions were passed on to Jia Yi, the previous ghost rider.

Such statements are not uncommon.

In the past, Zhao Duan in Wan'an County was a ghost that gave first and took later. After his death, the ghosts he controlled were suppressed by the Demon Suppression Bureau and handed over to his son many years later.

In a sense, Zhao Fusheng can be said to have inherited the tradition of Zhao father and son, accepting the evil spirit that was given first and taken later.

It’s just that Zhao Fusheng inherited the little ghost, and Jia Yi inherited the big ghost.

"Ha--Hoo--" Feng Du yawned again and squeezed out his tears:
"Me too."

Perhaps due to lack of sleep for a long time, he was a little slow in responding when he spoke. After saying this, he was stunned for a while before continuing:
"To be precise, most people in the Demon Suppression Division are the same."

As soon as he finished speaking, he asked Xie Jing again:
"Xiao Xie, where were we talking about?"

"Speaking of the origins of some of the evil spirits in the Imperial Prison and the Demon Suppression Bureau," Xie Jingsheng replied.

"Oh oh oh." Feng Du suddenly realized:
"I'm getting old, and my memory isn't as good as it used to be." He wiped away the tears that came from his frequent sleepiness and thought seriously:
"To make a long story short, Jia Yi, Ling Zhu - including me, we will not leave the Imperial Capital easily."

Everyone knew who the 'Jia Yi' he mentioned was, but the name 'Ling Zhu' sounded unfamiliar to them. However, no one interrupted him to ask who 'Ling Zhu' was.

Zhao Fusheng guessed: This should also be a ghost rider who controls a special evil ghost.

"The reason we don't leave is not only to stay in the Imperial Capital to protect the capital and the emperor, but also to be protected by the Imperial Capital in disguise."

Fengdu Road:
"There is a hidden tomb beneath the emperor's palace."

His words became more and more mysterious.

But at the critical moment, Fengdu began to feel sleepy again.

Xie Jingsheng said helplessly:

"Let me tell you."

He said:

"It is rumored that the remains of an emperor-level general from the Demon Suppression Division are buried in this divine tomb."

"No - ha hu -" Feng Du yawned again and said with his dying breath:

"It's not a rumor, it's true."

Xie Jingsheng laughed awkwardly twice:
"I'm used to talking like this, don't mind it."

"..."

Liu Yizhen was speechless and looked at Zhao Fusheng involuntarily: On some things, Zhao Fusheng also liked to speak ambiguously in this way.

"The ghost skeleton of the emperor?"

Zhao Fusheng didn't know why, but he felt a little uneasy when he mentioned this.

A thought flashed through her mind quickly.

But this flash of inspiration came and went quickly. Before she could figure it out, it had disappeared. When she tried to think about it again, she couldn't remember it no matter how hard she tried.

However, she suffered greatly from the three-eyed evil spirit in Shangyang County. When she mentioned the existence of the "emperor-level" general, the evil eye appeared in her mind again.

Thinking of this strange eyeball, although the three-eyed evil ghost had been dormant and suppressed by the List of Gods, the ghost eyeball left such a deep impression on her that when she thought about it now, she felt a creepy feeling of fear.

The ghost eye marks people invisibly and without any signs, and the marked person may even be completely unprepared beforehand. Once marked, their consciousness seems to be instantly invaded by evil forces and then tainted.

If it weren't for the help of the List of Gods, she might have lost her life without knowing why.

Although he escaped by luck, when Zhao Fusheng thought about it carefully, he couldn't explain how the ghost eyeball killed people - he only knew that when the ghost eyeball was on the three-eyed evil ghost, everyone it saw died and ghosts were terrified.

The eyeballs emit red light, and ghosts can be penetrated wherever they go.

She felt a little uneasy and asked:

"Is this emperor-level general related to the ghost eyeball on Zang Xiongshan's body?"

When she asked this question, Liu Yizhen and others were shocked at first, but then they thought about it and felt that it was not surprising.

After all, Zang Xiongshan’s third eye is so powerful that ordinary ghosts cannot resist the power of this ghost eye.

This is still part of the power that has been decomposed!

If the bodies of such evil spirits were put together, one can imagine how terrifying the existence would be.

Fengdu's yawn was stuck in his throat.

He raised his eyelids and the bags under his eyes seemed to be heavier. Two purple shadows completely filled the bags, making him look like a dying man.

"I think so." Feng Du did not deny it, he even said:

"I suspect the two are one and the same, but have been separated somehow."

He scratched his head:
"Before he was buried, this lord had already divided his power."

Half of his ghost body had already been arranged when he was 'alive'.

Feng Du looked at Zhao Fusheng, who had already guessed the unfinished meaning of his words:

"The signature plaque of the Demon Suppression Department."

"That's right." Feng Du forced a smile. "The plaque of the Demon Suppression Division of the Han Dynasty was made by this gentleman using his own power."

Fan Bisi and others already knew that Zhao Fusheng was collecting plaques of the Demon Suppression Bureau. After hearing what Feng Du said, they realized that the plaques of the Demon Suppression Bureaus in various places were actually made by the decomposition of evil spirits.

All ghosts can be suppressed, but there is also the possibility of the evil ghost reviving.

Feng Du said this, and then said:
"So after that lord decomposed half of himself, he buried the remaining half of his ghost body in Zhongdu."

Half of the ghost body suppresses the plaque of the Demon Suppression Bureau, and the existence of the same plaque also suppresses the ghost body.

However, the plaque was decomposed and its power was weakened, while the other half of the ghost body was relatively intact, so once it was revived, the damage caused would be much greater.

Therefore, the emperor built the central palace on top of this divine tomb, and used his own luck to suppress it, becoming the keeper of the tomb of this special and extremely evil creature.

"The existence of the God's Tomb not only suppresses the plaque, but also suppresses Lingzhu, Jia Yi, the Xie family, and ghosts like me."

No matter how the ghost rider struggles, as long as he doesn't die from the laws of evil spirits, doesn't die from the backlash of his own ghost's resurrection, and isn't affected by the madness of his own consciousness, there are plenty of ways for him to stay alive.

"As long as we are in the Imperial Capital, we will not be affected, and the Imperial Capital of the Han Dynasty will remain stable."

According to the expectations of the adult who decomposed himself, the Han Dynasty would be peaceful for generations to come and would not suffer from ghost disasters.

As long as the balance is not broken, major chaos will not occur and minor chaos will not affect the overall situation.

Zhao Fusheng sighed when he heard this:
"Nothing in this world is permanent."

"Yes."

Feng Du also sighed, and the look in his eyes suddenly became dead silent.