I become a god in another world

Chapter 567: Death of a Beauty
Chapter 567

There was a noise when Zhao Fusheng and his group pushed the door and then the door frame fell to the ground.

The sound was not loud originally, but most of the "living people" in the central palace kept their voices down and tried their best to control the noise they made, creating an absolutely quiet environment. The sound of the door frame falling to the ground was already very harsh.

So the noisy and fragmented sounds disappeared completely in an instant.

It was as if those who were whispering suddenly stopped talking, those who were walking paused, and those who opened the door froze in their places, and everything returned to the time when the evil spirit came out.

"..."

Fan Wujiu's heart was stimulated by the sudden sound and started beating wildly.

But after a moment, he came to his senses and whispered:
"Scared me."

As soon as the words fell, they turned into an endless echo - "Scared - to - death -"

"scare--"

"I'm scared to death..."

“Yes, yes, yes—”

The sound lasted for a long time before it died down.

Now Fan Wujiu was stunned and didn't dare to speak anymore.

Fan Bisi glared at his brother with a headache and fear, then looked at Zhao Fusheng, moved his lips, but before he spoke, he saw that Zhao Fusheng seemed to be indifferent and stepped out of the gate of Yong'an Palace.

As soon as she walked out of the palace gate, she stepped on the charred stone bricks on the ground. She couldn't help but gasp: hiss.

The ground was hot, like a freshly baked pancake, and it was quite hot on my feet through the cloth soles of my shoes.

The thing only stood there for a breath, and suddenly the charred ground glowed faintly red, like a half-extinguished charcoal fire that was about to reignite in the wind. When it touched the soles of her cloth shoes, a few thin wisps of black smoke leaped out, and flames seemed to be rising.

"Fusheng, your foot——"

Xie Jingsheng reminded.

Zhao Fusheng looked down, then stomped his feet twice nonchalantly.

She was a ghost rider, and was more heat-resistant than the average person. She had handled many ghost cases and was in control of the Investiture of the Gods, so she had a murderous aura - with a stomp of her foot, the small flame that had just popped up was immediately extinguished by her.

While stomping his feet, Zhao Fusheng activated the power of hell.

The shadow of the ninth level of hell covered her feet, and every time she stepped, the cold air penetrated her.

The flames that had been rekindled on the ground seemed to be forcibly extinguished by her step. The flames disappeared and the ground turned into a charred shadow again.

She said casually:
"It's okay, come out."

After Zhao Fusheng finished speaking, the others were certain in their hearts, and then they followed him out of the hall.

There was still some heat on the ground, but with the suppression of Zhao Fusheng's hellish power, when everyone stepped on the ground outside the Yong'an Palace gate again, the ghost fire did not reignite.

"Let's go!" Zhao Fusheng turned his head left and right and immediately chose a direction to move forward.

In this way, others can avoid being entangled and just need to follow her.

The gate of Yong'an Palace is similar to that of Chong'an Hall, but as you go forward, it gradually becomes different.

Outside the main hall are side halls, most of whose doors are tightly closed.

There are traces of carbonization left in front of each palace door after calcination. Some places were burned particularly severely, with wooden pillars broken, broken tiles scattered all over the ground, and only half of the houses left.

We walked for more than half a quarter of an hour but saw no signs of life.

As time passed, everyone began to feel stressed again - they were worried that the 'bang bang' sound, which meant the appearance of evil spirits, would be heard again.

The group was on edge as they passed a large number of burned-down buildings and entered a garden.

The ground here was charred and all the grass and trees in the garden were burned. A pond was dug in the middle of the garden, but the water in the pond had long since dried up, revealing the muddy ground underneath.

The mud at the bottom of the pond had long since dried and hardened, and was cracked into criss-crossing cracks.

There were pavilions in the middle of the abandoned pond, but they were all burned down one by one.

When Xie Jingsheng mentioned the fire in Yong'an Palace that year, he only said that the palace was burned down overnight.

But when these words are compared with the scene before us, they seem too understated.

Zhao Fusheng looked across the garden into the distance - behind the dry pond, there was a row of low bungalows.

After the fire, there seemed to be a layer of black ash floating in the palace all year round, lingering around, and the bungalow was looming in the black ash. For some reason, Zhao Fusheng always felt that there were still survivors in the bungalow.

"Let's go over there and have a look."

She whispered.

Everyone responded and followed her.

After the fire, the garden was completely destroyed, and there was no need to choose a path, one could just walk through the dried-up pond.

The moment Zhao Fusheng stepped onto the dry pond, she heard a crackling sound from the soles of her feet, as if dry and brittle bones were broken by her steps.

Something seemed to come alive at the broken part and tickled the sole of her shoe.

Her heart skipped a beat and she lifted her foot and looked down, but the soles of her feet were empty except for dry soil. There was a crack as wide as her little finger where she stepped, but there was nothing to scratch her feet.

"what happened?"

Xie Jingsheng asked.

Zhao Fusheng's eyes flickered and he shook his head:
"The ground cracked when I stepped on it, and I thought there was something hidden underground."

Liu Yizhen meant something:
"The soil here is as hard as stone. No living thing can survive here."

Living things cannot stay there, but dead things can.

Everyone understood the implication of his words and became alert.

Fortunately, nothing strange happened later, and everyone passed through the garden smoothly and approached the row of flat houses.

This row of houses is neatly arranged, with traces of smoke and fire.

The smoke was more severe in the southeast direction, where the mud fence outside the wall was burned dry, cracked and fell off, revealing the neatly cracked blue bricks inside.

The door of the outermost house collapsed, and Zhao Fusheng and others standing outside could see the scene inside.

The house is not big, about ten square meters and about ten feet high.

On the left and right sides are bunk beds made of bricks, and in the middle is a staircase.

"It should be the house where the palace servants live." Xie Jingsheng leaned over to take a look.

There was no one alive in the house, which was covered with traces of yellow-brown smoke from the burning fire.

There were mosquito nets over the four beds, but they had been blackened by smoke and the original color could not be seen.

Everyone walked along the row of houses, and the traces of fireworks became lighter the further they went in.

Later, the door was closed.

Zhao Fusheng stood at the door of the room.

She looked up and around, and the signs of the burning fire stopped in the first two rooms.

There was a lingering smell of fireworks here, and the ground was still warm, making the soles of her feet feel warm.

Zhao Fusheng paused for a while and tried to push the door.

The door was actually quite hot when touched, as if it were touching a burning charcoal.

Zhao Fusheng felt pain in his fingertips and involuntarily retracted his hand, but when he looked closely, he found that his fingers were intact and there were no marks of burns.

She tried to touch the door again, and this time the wooden door did not feel hot, as if her previous perception was just an illusion.

The door was bolted from the inside. She pushed it hard and it made a clanging sound, and she could hear heavy breathing from inside.

someone!

She turned her head and looked at Meng Po, then shouted:
"Is there anyone inside?" Zhao Fusheng called out tentatively.

No one in the room responded.

Her eyes darkened and she pushed again:
"There was no one there so I just broke in—"

As soon as the voice fell, someone in the room suddenly shouted:
"Don't bump into—"

As soon as the shout fell, Zhao Fusheng paused in pushing the door. But after a while, she heard no movement from inside. She didn't know when the evil spirit would wake up again, so she couldn't help but push the door twice more.

Amid the 'bang bang' sounds, the people in the room seemed to be frightened and about to cry, and let out low screams.

A woman sobbed softly, and then someone cried out:
"Stop bumping into each other, are you human or ghost?"

"Ghosts can't talk, we are human."

As soon as Zhao Fusheng finished speaking, everyone in the room seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

With a 'rustling' sound, someone climbed down from the bed, followed by the sound of 'tapping' footsteps, and the door bolt was opened.

After the person inside the door unbolted the door, there was silence for a while.

A face approached the crack in the door, and in the dim light, an eye looked through the crack at Zhao Fusheng and others outside the house.

At this point, Zhao Fusheng remained calm.

She did not rush to urge him, but instead looked into his eyes calmly.

After a while, the person who opened the door opened the door awkwardly and looked at the people outside.

The person who opened the door was a girl of about seventeen or eighteen years old.

Her face was pale, her hair was dry and yellow, and she had purple bags under her eyes. She looked very haggard.

The woman looked Zhao Fusheng and the others up and down. Seeing that there were men and women of different ages, she asked with some doubt:
"You are--"

Before Zhao Fusheng and the others could ask any questions, someone in the room shouted anxiously:
"Hey, if you have anything to say, it's not too late to talk inside. We will have to go to work in half an hour."

When she heard the word "work", the woman who opened the door showed panic on her face. She had no choice but to open the door and signal Zhao Fusheng and others:

"You two should come in first and talk. After work, there is no peace in Zhongdu."

"Not very peaceful?"

Zhao Fusheng rubbed his fingertips twice, then walked into the house and pretended to be ignorant and asked:
"What's so unfair about it?"

The woman felt helpless and angry:

"You have all walked around the palace, don't you know what unrest means?"

Zhao Fusheng asked tentatively:
"Haunted?"

Her frankness made the woman feel intimidated.

The skin under the girl's eye bags twitched, her eyelids twitched violently involuntarily, and a look of fear appeared on her face:

"Don't say that either."

While they were talking, Wu Shaochun looked inside the house.

The layout here is similar to the previous house, with bunk beds on each side.

There were curtains on all the beds. Except for one bed which had its curtain half-closed, the curtains on the other three beds were all hanging down.

He looked around, and the woman who opened the door became annoyed:
"You are such an rude person. Where did you come from? Why are you looking around our bedroom?"

After she finished speaking, a woman's head suddenly popped out from the upper bunk and said hurriedly:

"It's getting late, Yuxiang, you should hurry up and go on duty. If you're late, it won't be safe to walk in the back garden."

The woman who spoke reminded her, and Yuxiang, who opened the door, became anxious. She tidied up her hair that fell on her shoulders and said in a panic:
"Oh, look at me—"

Zhao Fusheng deliberately reached out to stop her:

"Wait a moment—"

As she spoke, she placed her hand on Yuxiang's wrist.

Yuxiang's wrist was a little hot and her skin was a little rough. Before Zhao Fusheng could finish his words, Yuxiang immediately shook her hand away:
"I can't wait any longer. I need to take advantage of this opportunity to quickly enter Yong'an Palace, otherwise the emperor will get angry."

"emperor?"

Zhao Fusheng was stunned for a moment, and the woman who poked her head out from the upper bunk said quickly:
"The palace is dangerous. Let Yuxiang go first. I will tell you if you have anything to say."

Zhao Fusheng's original purpose was to trick the woman into talking, but as soon as the woman on the upper bunk spoke, she let go of her hand.

Yuxiang shrank back into bed with a lot on her mind, and the bed curtains dropped, blocking everyone's view.

It was pitch black inside the bed curtain, and there was no movement at all. But after a while, a hand reached out and pulled open the curtain. Yuxiang, who had already packed up, got off the bed and went out with a lot on her mind.

As soon as she went out, she closed the door.

With the sound of the door closing, the room fell into darkness.

Zhao Fusheng shouted:

"Meng Po, hold the lamp."

"do not want!"

"do not want!"

"do not want!"

Three female voices of rejection rang out at the same time.

Then, with a 'hissing' sound, the people in the other two beds all poked their heads out.

Three pairs of eyes stared at everyone coldly, and the temperature in the room dropped a lot in an instant.

Zhao Fusheng curled the corners of his mouth slightly and smiled.

She seemed not to notice the coldness in the palace maids' eyes. She turned around and greeted the three of them separately:
"It seems that you don't like to light fires."

"It's not that I don't like it, it's just that there have been a lot of strange things happening in the palace lately!"

The woman who first poked her head out said in a cold voice.

After she finished speaking, as if she was afraid that Zhao Fusheng would mess up, she continued:
"Forget it, I'll get out of bed and explain it to you guys."

She drew her head back, and the bed curtains fell back to their original positions.

After a short silence, the sound of people walking was heard in the middle stairwell. Not long after, a thin woman came down the stairwell.

"I don't know where you came from. A group of you are wandering around in this palace at a good time. If it were earlier, you would have been caught by the palace guards and thrown into prison."

Zhao Fusheng smiled and asked:
"What happened in the palace?"

The woman sat back on Yuxiang's bed and sighed:
"Something big happened in the palace, and the emperor is in a bad mood."

Zhao Fusheng showed surprise on his face:
"How do you say this?"

"Isn't it because of Miss Du's death?" A woman on the right side of the bed, lying on the head of the bed with half of her head exposed, spoke.

"Lady Du?" Zhao Fusheng's mind turned, and he immediately remembered the Du Mingsheng case that Xie Jingsheng had mentioned earlier:

"But the daughter of Du Mingsheng who lost the lawsuit a few months ago?"

"If not her, who else could it be?" the woman who got out of bed responded.

Her words made everyone in Wan'an County look at each other in surprise.

Xie Jingsheng was stunned and couldn't help but look at Zhao Fusheng.

When Zhao Fusheng was in Yong'an Palace, she asked about the Yong'an Palace fire case and specifically asked a few more questions about Du Mingsheng's case, and mentioned Du Mingsheng's daughter - her meaning was very clear at the time, she believed that Du Mingsheng's daughter was related to the Yong'an Palace fire.

However, in the records of the emperor, Du Mingsheng's daughter was only mentioned briefly. Xie Jingsheng thought that even if there was a connection between the two, it should not have much impact. However, he heard rumors about Concubine Du from the palace maid at this time.

"How did Concubine Du die?" Zhao Fusheng asked.

A look of fear appeared on the maid's face.

She did not answer Zhao Fusheng directly, but sat sideways on the bed with her feet together.

Her head drooped, her chin resting on her chest, her long hair falling on one side of her shoulder. She reached out and pinched the end of her hair without saying a word.

The death of Concubine Du seemed to be a taboo in the palace.

Once the palace maid fell silent, the other two also fell silent.

"Why aren't you talking?" Zhao Fusheng asked knowingly.

She walked to the side of the palace maid who was sitting beside Xiangyu's bed. In the darkness, Zhao Fusheng's figure made the palace maid extremely uneasy. She almost pressed her knees together tightly, put her hands together, inserted them between her legs, and looked up at Zhao Fusheng vigilantly.

I feel like I’ve been in a low-energy state recently, and I’m trying hard to adjust myself.