I become a god in another world

Chapter 564 Mysterious Will-O-Wisp
Chapter 564

"The Yong'an Palace of the previous dynasty? A fire broke out there?" Zhao Fusheng became suspicious when he heard these words.

Wu Shaochun said:

"Could it be that the tenth level of hell is actually a time reversal, taking us back to the previous dynasty?"

This was his first time experiencing the cycle of time, so he was not frightened. In addition, Zhao Fusheng was driving the ghost car, so he was even calmer. He was also curious:

"Sir, is there any injustice in the Yong'an Palace fire, and they hope that we can come and solve the problem?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Duozi turned his head to look at Meng Po, with curiosity in his eyes.

Meng Po asked:

"Master Xie, do you know why the fire broke out in Yong'an Palace that year?"

Just as Xie Jingsheng was about to speak, the loud banging sound rang out again.

This time the sound was mixed with the "woosh" sound of the wind blowing through the attic and the palace. The dry fallen leaves were blown by the wind and rubbed against the ground, making an unsettling sound.

Amid the sound of collision, Xie Jingsheng looked alert.

Zhao Fusheng said in a deep voice:

"Something is not right." Everyone was in the ghost realm.

Judging from the surface clues, Yong'an Palace was intact at this time, the plaque above was clean, there was no smell of blood, and there were no ruins after the fire as Xie Jingsheng mentioned, as if everything was still as it was before the accident - or just when the ghost disaster happened.

But this is the tenth level of hell after all.

"No matter what, let's go to the gates of hell first."

After she said this, Chen Duozi asked:
"Is this gate of Yong'an Palace the correct ghost gate?"

This is also a common question in everyone's mind.

The closer we get to the depths of hell, the more timid everyone becomes, and we need a leader to make decisions.

At this time, Zhao Fusheng said:

"Whether it is the right ghost door or not, you will know once you push the door open and go in."

As soon as she finished speaking, she stretched out her hand to push everyone aside, stepped forward, and pushed heavily against the tightly closed palace door.

The ghost rider was very powerful, and with her push, the extremely heavy door was pushed open with a creaky sound.

Dust and smoke mixed with the pungent smell of burning firewood blew in their faces, making their noses itchy and almost causing them to sneeze.

Behind the gate is a quiet and empty palace.

The hall was paved with smooth bluestone, but it was obvious that it had been vacant for some time and the ground was covered with a thick layer of dust.

It seemed like something big happened to the people in Yong'an Palace before they evacuated the place, and they looked very flustered when they left.

The hanging sash was torn off, like a shed snake skin, spreading all over the ground.

Some scattered things were scattered everywhere.

Zhao Fusheng looked around the hall and found that the place was just in chaos but no blood, so he concluded:

"There was a ghost incident in Yong'an Palace before the fire." This was once the imperial palace of the early Han Dynasty, where the emperor lived and where power was concentrated. Apart from war or ghost disasters, there shouldn't be any disaster that would make the people in the palace panic like this.

The demise of the previous dynasty had nothing to do with war, but was caused by an out-of-control ghost disaster. When Xie Jingsheng mentioned the fire in Yong'an Palace, he did not mention that the previous Han Dynasty had encountered man-made disasters. When the clues were put together, the context became much clearer.

"But before the ghost disaster spread here, the people in the palace got the news and fled."

After Zhao Fusheng finished speaking, Liu Yizhen turned his head left and right:

"In this case, Yong'an Palace should not be the real gate to hell."

"Correct."

Zhao Fusheng nodded.

Failure to find the Ghost Gate means that everyone is trapped in the tenth level of hell.

The tenth level of hell is no pushover and can already suppress disaster-level evil spirits.

In this level of hell, Kuai Manzhou's power was affected to a certain extent, and the hand she was holding Zhao Fusheng's became even colder.

Xie Jingsheng asked expressionlessly:
"Then what do we do now?"

Zhao Fusheng rolled his eyes and planned to use the same trick again:

"If we can't find the ghost door, let's try to find one."

She was quick to react and had a sharp mind, so she said immediately:
"Let's take down the sign of Yong'an Palace, erase the three characters 'Yong'an Palace', and write 'Chongde Hall' on it and try it out."

Xie Jingsheng was stunned:
"That's fine too—" He didn't finish his words, his eyes gradually brightened:

"That's a really good method, cheating the rules. I'll go get it."

In the tenth level of hell, Wu Shaochun and Kuai Manzhou felt the pressure, but Xie Jingsheng moved freely.

After he said this, he stepped out of the hall, raised his hand, and his palm flew out from his wrist, flew into the air, grabbed the plaque, and forcibly took it down from the top of the hall.

As soon as he got the plaque, Xie Jingsheng couldn't wait to reach out and scratch the three big words "Yong'an Palace".

These three characters were cast from pure gold and welded firmly to the top of the plaque. When he grasped them, the characters under his fingertips actually liquefied.

Then the high temperature instantly burned him.

The flesh and bones of Xie Jingsheng's fingers shrank rapidly, and a layer of golden liquid wrapped around his fingers.

He took a deep breath and was about to throw the plaque away instinctively, but he found that his fingers seemed to be welded to the plaque.

A powerful attraction came from the molten golden liquid.

This force began to decompose his ghost body, pulling him inch by inch into the melting liquid with the gold-embossed characters.

"blessing--"

When Xie Jingsheng encountered something strange, he opened his mouth and called for help.

At this moment, there was a knocking sound, and a pale and cold arm was placed on his shoulder.

As the knocking sound was heard, the beggar's special law was activated.

Xie Jingsheng turned around involuntarily and saw Zhao Fusheng standing behind him.

He raised the plaque with both hands and put it into her arms.

Strange to say.

The large characters on the plaque had turned into liquid, absorbing his ghostly body and sticking to his fingers. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get rid of them.
But when Zhao Fusheng took it and handed it over, the plaque that had been firmly attached to him suddenly let go.

As soon as Zhao Fusheng took the plaque, before he could say anything, the "tapping" sound outside became more rapid.

The hurried sound seemed to be conveying an ominous signal. Night had fallen outside the palace gate, but the sky was not completely dark yet.

Through the open temple door, you can see a long stretch of blood-red clouds still remaining in the distant sky.

An uneasy premonition surged into Zhao Fusheng's heart. She calmed herself down, stuffed the plaque back into Xie Jingsheng's arms, and told him:
“Put the plaque back where it belonged immediately.”

Xie Jingsheng didn't understand what was going on.

However, he had already sensed the impending storm in the palace, so he took the plaque back without saying a word and hung it back on the roof of the hall as Zhao Fusheng had instructed.

He returned to the hall, and Zhao Fusheng reached out and slammed the door shut, then took out the ghost and god seal and branded the door god on the door.

After doing all this, she turned around and looked at everyone:

"We are temporarily trapped in the tenth level of hell and cannot get out. Let's observe the situation first."

As soon as she finished speaking, there was a sudden sound of "thump, thump, thump" of footsteps outside, followed by a pungent smell.

The smell was a bit strange, like the pungent smell of meat being roasted in a fire.

As the smell spread, Xie Jingsheng felt unbearable pain in his fingers.

After a while, he was covered in cold sweat and his face turned pale.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and Xie Jingsheng's body was shaking slightly.

Zhao Fusheng signaled to Xie Jingsheng with her eyes. Xie Jingsheng understood the meaning in her eyes and raised his hand while enduring the pain.

The tip of his finger that had touched the three words "Yong'an Temple" was already torn, revealing the burnt bones inside.

The redness and swelling spread down along his fingers, and now the entire back of his hand was covered with densely packed large blisters, which looked horrible.

He was also startled when he saw his own palm, but he still shook his head to Zhao Fusheng and moved his lips:

"Can't die."

Zhao Fusheng felt relieved and moved closer to the crack in the door.

She slowly looked out through the crack in the door. It was pitch black outside - when everyone entered the hall earlier, the red clouds in the sky had disappeared.

But through the dim light of the night, she could see that the corridor was empty, without a single person in sight.

But the footsteps were getting closer and the pungent smell was still there.

At the same time, Zhao Fusheng discovered that the ground suddenly lit up with red light.

This red light was like the color of a burning charcoal fire, and it quickly illuminated the crack around the door, and Zhao Fusheng felt the temperature of the flames.

However, at the moment when the flames spread across the door gap, a red light suddenly emerged from the door panel.

The door god's evil spirit quickly suppressed the strange flames, and the temperature of the ground that had just risen cooled down.

'Ta, ta, ta. '

As footsteps passed by the door, the chilling, eerie, and oppressive feeling of the evil spirit came.

However, the ghost did not stay in front of the gate of Yong'an Palace. With heavy footsteps, the evil ghost's body quickly circled the corridor of Yong'an Palace and headed in other directions.

When everyone in the hall heard the footsteps fading away, they felt relieved.

Although there were door gods guarding the place, the evil ghost that had passed by the gate of Yong'an Temple before still put a great pressure on everyone. When the ghost left, everyone couldn't help but move towards the door.

Wu Shaochun asked:

"Sir, you just saw——"

Zhao Fusheng put her ear to the door. After a while, she stood up straight and shook her head:

“I didn’t see any ghosts.”

Flames appeared, but the evil ghost's body did not appear.

After speaking, she said again:

"The knocking stopped."

When everyone heard her say this, they also noticed that the continuous "bang bang bang" sound had disappeared at some point.

The whole palace was deathly silent.

At this moment, a shrill, piercing scream suddenly rang out: "Ah - help -"

Before the word "life" was uttered, everyone heard the sound of burning fire.

Immediately, the sound of burning could be heard continuously, and the screams became louder and louder, but within a few breaths, they gradually weakened and were finally gradually extinguished by the sound of the burning flames.

A faint wisp of gray-black smoke penetrated into the hall through the crack in the roof.

"..."

Everyone in the hall looked solemn.

Although I didn't witness the ghost case with my own eyes, I could tell from the smell and sound that someone was burned to death in the palace.

"The tenth level of hell is related to fire." Zhao Fusheng said, "I just don't know how to trigger the law of ghosts marking people."

Even people don’t know whether they have been marked by ghosts.

As soon as she spoke, Liu Yizhen followed up with:
"The burning of Yong'an Palace in the Former Han Dynasty might have been related to the disaster caused by ghosts."

Wu Shaochun's analysis:
"Sir, this is the tenth level of hell. You mentioned before that every three levels of hell suppress one level of evil spirits—"

Zhao Fusheng nodded:
"For now, the hell I control looks like this."

Her words revealed her strength, and Xie Jingsheng, who was in unbearable pain, couldn't help but look up and look at her deeply.

"The Nine Layers of Hell can hold disaster-level ghosts, and the Ten Layers of Hell can hold disaster-level evil spirits."

As soon as Zhao Fusheng finished speaking, Wu Shaochun said:
"Then the ghost in Yong'an Palace can walk in the tenth level of hell. It is at least a disaster-level ghost, and the possibility of a calamity-level ghost is not small."

Xie Jingsheng said:

"The plaque in Yong'an Palace should also be related to ghosts. It can hurt me, so it must be above the calamity level, or even--"

He did not say the rest, but everyone understood what he meant.

After a few words of analysis, everyone had a clearer understanding of this ghost disaster that appeared in the tenth level of hell.

Fear comes from the unknown.

Chen Duozi, who was originally trembling with fear, listened to everyone's analysis. As she learned more about ghosts, her fear was gradually suppressed, her courage was restored, and her mind finally started to work.

"There are knocking sounds," Chen Duozi swallowed his saliva and said in a trembling voice:
"Sir, I just noticed that when the knocking sound started, the ghost appeared, and when the ghost left, the knocking sound stopped."

She also wanted to join in the discussion, but as soon as she finished her words in a hurry, she suddenly remembered that Zhao Fusheng had mentioned the issue of stopping the knocking sound before.

Chen Duozi's face suddenly turned red:

"Did I say too much——"

"No, your observation is important."

Zhao Fusheng shook his head:
"We know nothing about the situation in the tenth level of hell right now. Only by summarizing these tiny clues and figuring out the appearance of ghosts and the rules of killing can we have more chances of saving our lives."

Chen Duozi heaved a sigh of relief when she said that, and a look of joy appeared on his face.

"In summary, we can now be sure that there are evil spirits in the tenth layer of hell, and the grade of the evil spirits is above the calamity level—"

Above the robbery level, there are ghosts that have reached the level of wild gods, such as the three-eyed evil ghost Zang Xiongshan, who has received incense. Zhao Fusheng was thinking about something in his heart, and said:

"Ghosts are walking around the palace, and it seems to be related to the knocking noises."

She said:
"Since there are still people in the palace who have been killed by ghosts, it proves that there are still living people in the palace, hiding in the dark."

Ghost killings may be related to fire.

After sorting out a few clues, she spoke again:
"The fire that destroyed Yong'an Palace in the early Han Dynasty was very likely related to the ghost disaster. It seems that if we want to find the entrance to the eleventh level of hell, we must first solve this mystery from more than two hundred years ago."

Just as she was saying this, there was a sudden knocking sound again.

The knocking sound broke the silence of the night sky, like a terrible signal, and began to sound in the palace again.

'Bang, bang, bang.'

The continuous collisions made Chen Duozi's scalp numb.

Just when everyone was feeling uneasy, Zhao Fusheng said:
"It's happening again, and the sound of the flames has stopped."

Under such circumstances, she was still paying attention to the movements around her.

"Perhaps there will be more evil spirits patrolling the palace later. This is a good opportunity to verify what we just said."