I become a god in another world

Chapter 556: General Level Gap
Chapter 556

Because they borrow the power of ghosts, ghost riders are not troubled by ordinary life, aging, illness and death.

If they want, they can even freeze their appearance in their youth like Xie Jingsheng and maintain a bright and beautiful face.

But the skin can be deceiving, and the soul inside is already full of holes.

As time goes by, the loneliness and hardship brought by being accompanied by ghosts are eternal, and such torture will not truly end until the consciousness disappears.

Feng Du’s words made Xie Jingsheng very sad, but besides the sadness, there were some strange thoughts mixed in.

Xie Jingsheng himself couldn't tell the difference between these emotions. There seemed to be resentment, unwillingness, and a hint of hope to be comforted. He turned his head and looked at Zhao Fusheng for some unknown reason.

"No eternity means no hope." Xie Jingsheng spoke with a feeling that he himself did not understand:
"The ghost disaster will never end. People turn into ghosts after death. We don't know what causes them to turn into ghosts."

A good person may die in vain and become a ghost, and a bad person may also become a ghost when he gets the punishment he deserves for his crimes.

The ghost rider repeats the old path of his predecessors over and over again: riding ghosts, solving cases, going mad, killing, and eventually disappearing, hiding in the torrent of time.

Xie Jingsheng already knew the whole story of the ghost case in Shangyang County and what Zhu Guangling had done when he went to Shangyang County.

What Zhu Guangling did was just the routine operation of many ghost riders during the hundreds of years of the Han Dynasty.

The lives of ordinary people are worthless. Sometimes, for the sake of the overall situation, some exceptions are inevitable.

The longer the time of controlling ghosts, the more vicious the ghosts will be, and the more human emotions will be worn away.

But Zhao Fusheng hated Zhu Guangling's choice, but she seemed to understand Zhu Guangling's character. This contradictory performance made Xie Jingsheng want to hear Zhao Fusheng's feelings when he mentioned the ghost disaster in the world.

He couldn't explain why he wanted to hear her talk about this - it was possible that after enduring for decades, his willpower as a 'human' had begun to weaken, and the murderous, gloomy side of the evil spirit was reviving.

“Does this make sense for us?” he asked.
"They died one after another. The civilians we protected at that time will die in the end. Is there any meaning in our desperate efforts?"

He became more and more excited as he spoke:
"For each of us here, whose life is not more precious than that of ordinary people?" Even the deceased Zhang Chuanshi had handled ghost cases and contributed to ghost disasters.

But these people die one after another, and the people will not be grateful to the ghost rider.

Even after their death, they remain notorious.

Is it all worth it?
When Xie Jingsheng said this, his eyes began to turn red.

Thin black ghost lines began to shuttle under his pale skin, and the ghost lines divided into countless fine lines that were almost difficult to capture with the naked eye. Like blooming flower buds, they covered every part of his body at an incredibly fast speed.

The evil spirit of ghosts surges.

Darkness, gloom, and disgust turned into malice and began to surge on the ghost ship.

Liu Yizhen and others were inevitably infected by his emotions and became a little anxious.

Meng Po's hands trembled, and she had a vicious idea: she wanted to reach out her hand from the boat, touch the ghost stream beside the boat, scoop a basin of water to make ghost soup, and feed it to everyone she liked on the boat.

Kuai Manzhou held Zhao Fusheng's hand tightly.

The little girl's wish was much simpler. She was not afraid of the evil spirit reviving, but if she really died one day, she wanted to take all her favorite people and things with her.

When this dark thought came to her mind, she felt a little scared.

She was afraid that Zhao Fusheng would discover her dark and cruel thoughts. She didn't want Zhao Fusheng to be on guard against her, but when she thought that even as a ghost she would still have the person she loved to accompany her, the child couldn't help feeling extremely happy.

Fan Bisi and Fan Wujiu felt uneasy: Now it seems that although Zhao Fusheng's parents were harmed by the conspiracy of Paper Man Zhang, they were also indirectly killed by the two of them.

Zhao Fusheng had said beforehand that the two brothers would make up for their mistakes and all past grudges would be forgiven.

But as Zhao Fusheng controls more ghosts and becomes more powerful, it is inevitable that she will be affected by the evil ghost one day. When she thinks of the grudges of the past, will she attack the two brothers?

There is uncontrollable malice in everyone's heart. Those words hidden deep in the heart that cannot be easily told to others on a daily basis turn into all kinds of shadows that erode everyone's sanity.

……

Everyone maintained a tacit understanding and did not dare to look into each other's eyes.

Feng Du was keenly aware of the evil thoughts coming from the ghost realm. His expression changed slightly and he looked at Xie Jingsheng. Just as he was about to remind him to be careful of the backlash from the evil spirits, Zhao Fusheng spoke up:

"The headless ghost is really powerful."

She conferred a title on the headless ghost and named it Yinchai. When she used Yinchai's power, she mostly used it to suppress ghosts.

But the magic of the Yinchai is obviously to restrain the ghost rider.

Once it gets out of control and forms a ghost domain, it can arouse evil thoughts in people's hearts and suppress their good intentions. Under the influence of such an environment, the ghost rider has a high chance of dying from the backlash of his own evil spirits.

When Zhao Fusheng reminded them, everyone was shocked.

Xie Jingsheng was stunned for a moment, then realized that he was affected by a ghost, and his eyes immediately became much clearer.

But this brief moment of clarity could not bring peace of mind to Xie Jingsheng.

He already has a demonic barrier, and if the doubts in his heart are not resolved, they will repeat themselves in the future until his will gets out of control—and he dies from the resurrection of the evil spirit.

"I lost control. I'm sorry." Xie Jingsheng thought of the worst possible outcome, and felt a surge of resentment in his heart. Then he suppressed these thoughts one by one, and apologized calmly.

Feng Du moved his lips but said nothing, revealing a good-natured smile.

Zhao Fusheng said:
“If you lose control, you lose control.”

She sat at the bow and looked at Zhu Guangling in the distance:

"Mr. Xie, do you have very high standards for yourself?"

"What do you mean?" Xie Jingsheng was in a very bad mood to begin with, and he couldn't help but look stunned when he heard her words that seemed to be irrelevant.

"A person's goodness and evil are just a thought away. It is normal to have some dark thoughts in your heart that cannot be seen in the light. What is there to feel sorry for?"

Zhao Fusheng pointed out something, "You are still working, but you just cursed a few times, which is already good enough."

"..."

Xie Jingsheng couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth when he was praised by her.

But as soon as he smiled, he realized something was wrong and immediately pursed his lips:

"I don't understand what you mean. We are talking about the ghost disaster of the Han Dynasty—"

"Yes, the ghost disasters in the Han Dynasty will never stop."

Zhao Fusheng sighed:
"But what's so scary about the ghost disaster that can't be stopped? What's scary is the loss of hope."

She smiled:

"The Former Han Dynasty perished, and the Later Han Dynasty took over. The first generation of imperial generals died, and there were countless later ghost riders to take over."

Just as she had said before, Zhang Chuanshi was just one step ahead. Living in such a world and dealing with ghosts, how many people can have a good ending?

Passed down from generation to generation, everyone moves forward under pressure.

"If that's the case, then what are we living for?"

Xie Jingsheng didn't understand: "Eating, drinking and having fun? I've had enough of that."

In fact, at this point, his need for food, drink and entertainment has been greatly reduced, and he often feels empty and lonely. The lack of spirit often makes him fall into dark thoughts, and he can't get rid of it.

"You have enjoyed yourself enough. You have enjoyed yourself after all."

For many ordinary people, the life that Xie Jingsheng has experienced is probably beyond imagination.

Zhao Fusheng changed the subject:
"I think Yi is the most qualified person to answer your question."

"Me?" Liu Yi, who was listening at the side, was surprised to hear her words and pointed at himself in surprise.

"he?!"

Xie Jingsheng was also a little surprised.

The impression he had of Liu Yizhen was that he was the grandson of Liu Huacheng, the former owner of the ghost coffin, and the subordinate of Zhao Fusheng of Wan'an County. Apart from that, he had some skills and was quite loyal and brave, but his strength was not as good as other people in Wan'an County.

In Xie Jingsheng's heart, he didn't think Liu Yi was really qualified to answer his questions.

He looked somewhat disapproving:
"Can this kid understand what I say?"

Zhao Fusheng smiled:

"You have lived longer, but you are not as good as Yizhen in this aspect."

She said:

"Don't look down on me. Yizhen has been with Liu Huacheng since he was a child, and he has been with ghosts for more than 20 years."

When Zhao Fusheng said this, Xie Jingsheng's heart moved. He then looked at Liu Yizhen and vaguely understood the meaning of Zhao Fusheng's words.

Both of them are accompanied by ghosts.

One is a ghost tamer, the other is a ghost guarder. They were trapped in Confucius Temple and had never set foot out of the south city until the incident in Beggar's Alley.

"You won't be bored?"

As soon as Xie Jingsheng understood, he immediately knew what he should ask.

As soon as he finished speaking, Liu Yizhen said:
"I only know that before my grandfather died, he told me to keep an eye on the headless ghost and guard the ghost coffin—"

Speaking of this, Liu Yi really felt something was wrong.

He found that he seemed to be fooled by Zhao Fusheng at every step.

At first, he was flattered by Zhao Fusheng's words and lost his mind. He really thought he was determined - but if he was really so determined, which of the tasks assigned by his grandfather had he completed?
Not long after the Confucius Temple incident, he left the Confucius Temple carrying the ghost coffin and the headless ghost inside it.

This meant that Liu Yizhen had stepped out of the restricted area.

After that, he should have stayed close to the ghost coffin, but in the Shilipo Ghost Case, he broke the principle again and agreed to Zhao Fusheng's request to release the headless ghost.

"..."

The more Liu Yizhen thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong, and a bead of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Once this principle was broken, he lost the headless ghost.

At this point, he could still comfort himself: the headless ghost was not completely out of control. After all, it was controlled by Zhao Fusheng, and Liu Huacheng's last wish before his death was mostly fulfilled.

Even though the headless ghost was lost, at least the ghost coffin was still in his hands - which was some consolation.

However, when the ghost case in Shangyang County happened, he generously lent out the ghost coffin. The ghost coffin was taken away by Zang Xiongshan, who was resurrected by the evil ghost. Now it fell into the hands of Zhao Fusheng, and Liu Yizhen was left with nothing.

Thinking carefully about the two things his grandfather had told him to do, he had not kept any of them. Both the headless ghost and the ghost coffin fell into Zhao Fusheng's hands.

There was a mischievous look in Xie Jingsheng's eyes.

"Headless ghost? Ghost coffin?" He pretended to be confused and poked his head out to look around Liu Yizhen:

"where?"

"..." Liu Yizhen pretended not to understand his implication and said:

"In short, I just need to do what I'm supposed to do."

Xie Jingsheng's joke failed and he lowered his head under Zhao Fusheng's half-smile.

Although the conversation with Liu Yizhen was only two short sentences, he also understood the meaning of Zhao Fusheng's words.

Liu Yizhen was determined and had clear goals, and was not confused by external forces - but he was still young and did not understand the tricks. Xie Jingsheng was older and saw it more clearly.

The reason why he was determined in his heart was not only because of Liu Yizhen's own character, but also because he was very lucky. He had the company of Liu Huacheng in his early years and later joined Wan'an County.

The situation of the Demon Suppression Office in Wan'an County is different from that in other places. Zhao Fusheng has a close relationship with the envoys, and they get along with each other like family and friends, which also prevents Liu Yizhen's faith from collapsing.

Zhao Fusheng glanced at him:
"Thank you, sir. We are just passers-by in this world."

"Yes."

Xie Jingsheng sighed:
“I am following the same path as my predecessors.”

His father led ghosts into the ghost realm and was eventually killed by Fengdu; after he came of age, he still took over his father's mantle.

"Maybe we have the same destination, but the process is different." Zhao Fusheng smiled.
"The cases you handled, the traces you left behind, and the people you knew are all different from your father's."

"Yes." Xie Jingsheng nodded with a smile:

"He is him and I am me."

The pressure in Xie Jingsheng's heart was slightly relieved.

Zhao Fusheng then looked towards Feng Du:
"Lord Fengdu, you just mentioned the God's Tomb, and we haven't finished talking yet."

Feng Du's eyes were misty with tears. After hearing her words, he was stunned for a long time before coming to his senses:
"Have you mentioned the God's Tomb? Oh, I remember now—"

He said:
"After the God's Tomb is built, it also needs to be suppressed."

Feng Du said this, and he suppressed the urge to yawn, his expression serious:

"Master Zhao, the strength of ghost riders cannot be fully summarized by the general level alone."

It might be due to the lack of sleep for many years. After he finished speaking, he felt that this was not enough to perfectly describe the situation. So he frowned and thought for a while before continuing:
"Below the level of Gold General, the difference in strength between ghost riders is not that big. For us, the difference in rank below the level of Disaster-level ghosts is not important."

“Only when one reaches the level of a Gold General can one truly demonstrate the power of a Ghost Rider.” He said:

"But there is a gap in strength between the gold generals and the generals above them." As a gold general, the evil ghosts he controls have at least reached the calamity level. However, controlling ghosts is not a skill. The degree of controlling ghosts, one's own control, and the degree of consciousness are all closely related to strength.

"But when it comes to the level of Gold General, the gap in strength is like a chasm."

For example, there is a huge distance between Xie Jingsheng and Feng Du.

"If I want, I can completely devour Xiao Xie, and he won't even have a chance to resist."

Feng Du said with a smile.

His words made Xie Jingsheng's expression become a little uneasy. The jokes between ghost riders were different from those between ordinary people. Feng Du looked kind and gentle on the surface, like an ordinary old farmer in the country, but in fact, a ghost rider of his level was like a living ghost. If he was in a bad mood, he might really devour him - then what he said would not be a joke, but a terrifying reality.