I become a god in another world

Chapter 571 Waiting for You to Count
Chapter 571

It's almost dawn!

Zhao Fusheng's heart trembled.

Chen Nuling mentioned that after daybreak, evil spirits would come out and the only "safe time" was the night shift.

This is a law of killing by evil spirits.

In Chen Nuling's opinion, the ghost might be hiding in Yong'an Palace, and would prioritize killing the palace maids on duty who serve the emperor, with each killing of five people constituting a reincarnation.

After killing five people, the evil spirit disappears temporarily. When the serving palace servants come back from Yong'an Palace, it means "dawn", and then the octagonal bell will ring again as a signal for the evil spirit to return.

However, Chen Nuling’s words cannot be fully trusted.

It wasn't that she was lying, but she was in the ghost realm, so her understanding of evil spirits was limited.

"Since it's almost daybreak, we should leave."

Zhao Fusheng said.

Chen Nuling was stunned when she heard this and hurriedly tried to get up:
"Where are you going?"

She had just said so many things, many of which involved palace secrets. She was deeply afraid that if the news was leaked, she would die.

When Chen Nuling tried to stand up again, she thought Zhao Fusheng would reach out to stop her - but she felt no resistance when she stood up and stood up smoothly.

Zhao Fusheng really intended to save their lives.

This thought flooded into Chen Nuling's mind, and she almost cried for joy.

"Girls, where are you going?" She asked anxiously, twisting her fingers together.

Zhao Fusheng said:

"You said that the ghosts were caused by the sound of the octagonal bell. The octagonal bell is in Changqiu Palace. We plan to go to Changqiu Palace to meet Granny Xu."

As soon as she finished speaking, the three palace maids all showed worry on their faces:

"My Lord, you must be careful. Granny Xu might be a ghost."

Zhao Fusheng nodded and walked towards the door.

Chen Nuling followed closely behind her:

"I estimate that Yuxiang has been gone for a while, probably no more than half an hour, and it will be dawn soon."

The female palace maid earnestly confessed:
"After daybreak, the bell will ring, and the evil spirits will set out. To get to Changqiu Palace, you must go through the long alley. The long alley is easy to identify because the soil underneath is red. People in the palace call it the Red House, and you can tell it at a glance."

Zhao Fusheng kept his promise and greatly won Chen Miaolian's favor:

"Walk along the alley of the red house, go straight to the end and turn left, you will reach the Changqiu Palace. I estimated that it will only take a quarter of an hour at most, so you still have enough time."

After she finished speaking, she said to herself:

"Even if Granny Xu is a ghost, she can't harm anyone before the time comes—"

As soon as Chen Nuling finished speaking, Shanhong added:
"Don't go the wrong way. The red house and the black house are next to each other. If someone who is not familiar with them goes the wrong way, the directions will be very different."

The maid who lived in the lower bunk said hurriedly:
"Yes, yes, yes. One goes to Changqiu Palace, and the other goes to Yongxiang. It will take at least half an hour to go back and forth."

"It's almost dawn." Chen Nuling was a little anxious:

"Adults, please be careful."

Zhao Fusheng nodded in response.

They opened the door and saw that it was already dawn outside.

The scenery around the palace was gloomy and dark. Visible particles were floating in the air, floating up and down with the morning breeze.

A choking smell of fireworks accompanied by floating objects hit them in the face, causing the group to hold their breath instinctively, and their noses and throats felt extremely dry.

Chen Nuling stood behind Zhao Fusheng and others:

"Adults, please don't take the wrong road," she emphasized: "The Red House is not the Black House. If you take the wrong road, you will go to Yongxiang."

"Eternal Lane is not peaceful either. I heard there are ghosts there too."

"..."

When Liu Yizhen heard that there were other places haunted, he was shocked at first, then asked:

"Is it the evil spirit that walks around the palace after daybreak?"

"No." Chen Nuling shook her head:

"I heard from people in the palace that the ghosts in Yongxiang are also very scary. Don't go the wrong way."

After she finished her instructions, everyone was about to leave. Chen Nuling stood at the door and suddenly seemed to remember something:
"Wait a moment--"

She supported herself on the door frame with both hands and tried to take a step forward, but as soon as she moved, she seemed to remember something and stopped in fear:

"Sir, wait a moment."

Chen Nuling's eyes fell on Zhao Fusheng's face, and after thinking for a moment, she waved at him:

"Sir, please excuse me for a moment."

Liu Yizhen and the others looked suspicious - after all, Chen Nuling had mentioned before that it would be dawn in about half an hour, and when it was dawn, the evil spirits would come out, and everyone would encounter danger on the way to Changqiu Palace.

Time was tight, why did she repeatedly ask everyone to turn back?
Zhao Fusheng had some distracting thoughts in her mind, but she didn't ask any more questions. Instead, she turned around without saying a word.

Chen Nuling glanced at everyone, then subconsciously looked back, then lowered her voice and said quickly:

"Sir, you are a man of your word, and I don't want anything to happen to you in the palace."

After saying this, she continued:

"I brought the octagonal bell into the palace on behalf of Lady Du. When I brought it into the palace, I heard that something had happened to Lord Du."

Zhao Fusheng had already guessed the inside story of this matter. She looked at Chen Nuling, and the palace maid looked a little panicked.

A strange thought came to Zhao Fusheng's mind: there might be something else behind the matter of the octagonal bell, and Chen Nuling might give her another surprise.

Thinking of this, she heard Chen Nuling say:
"It is said that this string of wind chimes of Lord Du has a special purpose. It was custom-made and can allow the living to see the dead—"

This string of octagonal bells was considered unlucky, and soon after Concubine Du hung it in the palace, something bad happened.

"I heard that on the day of the fire in Changqiu Palace, the emperor missed Lady Du and used the octagonal bell to summon Lady Du's soul."

After saying this, she lowered her head and said in panic:

"That's all I know, adults, please go."

As soon as she finished speaking, she retreated back into the house and slammed the door shut.

Zhao Fusheng kept these words in mind, looked at Xie Jingsheng and others, and said:
"Let's go to Changqiu Palace."

The situation in the tenth level of hell is complicated, and there are two "ghosts" in one ghost domain. This situation is rare and strange, but unfortunately this is not the right time to investigate it in detail.

The most urgent task is to find the entrance and exit of Yong'an Palace and enter the next level of hell.

After Zhao Fusheng said this, he followed the instructions of Chen Nuling and others and walked towards the so-called red house.

After walking for about half a quarter of an hour, she indeed saw the long alley that Chen Nuling mentioned.

Chen Nuling said that if you go along the long alley, you will soon see the red house. She repeatedly reminded people not to go the wrong way.

The so-called long alley has high walls on both sides, with the width of the walls about half a meter apart. The height and width of the walls give people a feeling of oppression.

The alley is at least ten meters long and leads straight ahead. At the end is a high wall that cuts off the road and divides it into two. If you look down from the top of the alley, you can see that this long alley is in the shape of a "丅".

The directions on the left and right should lead to Changqiu Palace and Yongxiang respectively.

"Don't take the wrong path." Chen Nuling reminded.

But the moment Zhao Fusheng stepped into the long alley, a bad premonition came to his mind.

The ground was warm, as if it had been burned by a fire.

As she stepped on it, the stones underground made crisp cracking sounds like burnt charcoal.

"Oops."

She turned to look at the people around her:

"The fire in Changqiu Palace may have affected here at that time."

At this point, Zhao Fusheng was certain that the fire that burned down the city of Zhongdu in the late Western Han Dynasty did not start from the Yong'an Palace, but most likely originated from the Changqiu Palace.

"After the fire started, could we still tell which direction the Red House and Yong Lane were in?"

As she asked the question, she turned her head and looked back.

Upon seeing this, something strange happened.

Behind the crowd, a faint flame shadow rose from the ground at some point, blocking the crowd's way back.

Above the flames, the air was distorted and everything turned to charcoal.

The road the group came from was burned black, the tree branches had long been carbonized, and the stones and houses were almost deformed by the high temperature. In the dust and smoke, it was impossible to tell which road the group came from.

"We can't go back, we can only move forward." Xie Jingsheng said with gritted teeth.

As soon as he finished speaking, a large amount of thick smoke choked his nasal cavity, causing him to cough a few times.

The crowd walked along the long alley and came to the end of the alley. There was an intersection on each side leading to different destinations.

When Chen Nuling mentioned the direction, she said that the palace walls on the two alleys were of different colors and were easy to distinguish, but she did not mention left and right. At this time, everyone looked around and saw that both sides of the palace walls were completely burned black, and it was impossible to distinguish between red and black.

"Which direction?" Liu Yizhen asked.

Of the two directions, only one leads to Changqiu Palace, and the other leads to Yongxiang, where there are ghosts.

"Just pick one at random." Zhao Fusheng said calmly:

"If it encounters a ghost, it's bad luck."

Her words made Wu Shaochun laugh out loud.

"Manzhou, which way do you want to go?" Zhao Fusheng lowered his head and asked the child.

The little girl pointed to the left, and Zhao Fusheng nodded:

"Go this way."

The crowd moved forward to the left, and the further back they went, the darker it became.

The burning feeling in the air disappeared, and the flying smoke and dust in the sky also disappeared, replaced by a refreshing chill.

Zhao Fusheng's footsteps became lighter. She could feel that they had entered a new ghost realm.

'Woooo-'

At some point, the noise around him disappeared.

The group slowed down their pace and held their breath instinctively. At this moment, the faint sobbing of a woman rang in everyone's ears.

"!!!"

Xie Jingsheng was startled and turned his head left and right.

But when he looked at it, he suddenly felt something strange.

"Fusheng, I can't see!"

Xie Jingsheng let out a strange cry.

Everything was dark before his eyes, and a thick, indissoluble black fog enveloped his entire body.

The black fog came suddenly and he was completely unaware of it.

He turned his head and looked around, and found that Zhao Fusheng and others who followed him had disappeared at some point.

Xie Jingsheng was already a golden general, and the evil spirits he controlled were also very powerful. When he saw something was wrong, he was not panicked. When he was about to use the evil spirit's law to decompose his body and escape from this predicament, he found that the power of the evil spirit was actually restricted.

The ghosts he controlled became motionless!

"Fusheng——" Xie Jingsheng was extremely shocked.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Fusheng said:

“We are here too.”

As soon as she spoke, she immediately calmed Xie Jingsheng's panic.

Zhao Fusheng said:
"We may have entered a new ghost zone. Let's hold hands and count our numbers."

As soon as she finished speaking, Xie Jingsheng reached out and grabbed around, and soon grabbed a hand, holding it like a life-saving straw.

Everyone held hands with each other one by one, and everyone said: They have grasped each other.

After confirming that everyone had captured their companions, Zhao Fusheng said:

"Everyone, please tell me your name and number——"

"Xie Jingsheng, one." Xie Jingsheng was the first to count.

Next were Liu Yizhen and Wu Shaochun.

"Man Zhou--" Man Zhou finished speaking and asked:

"Fusheng, what is my number?"

Zhao Fusheng replied:
"Four." She and Kuai Manzhou had been holding hands, and now she introduced herself:
"Zhao Fusheng, five."

Everything went on as usual, and everyone felt relieved. Another person beside Zhao Fusheng called out the number:
"six."

The man had a muffled voice and it was hard to tell whether he was a man or a woman.

After he counted, Meng Po's voice rang out:

"Meng Po, seven——"

Then the numbers were passed down to the brothers Chen Duozi and Fan Bisi.

Fan Wujiu was the last to count: "Fan Wujiu, ten——"

As soon as he finished speaking, he shook his other hand:

"Thank you, sir. Am I here with you?"

Xie Jingsheng responded, and Fan Wujiu said:

"That is correct, my lord."

"Ugh."

Zhao Fusheng sighed:
"How can that be right? We have a total of eight people in Wan'an County Demon Suppression Division, including Mr. Jia Xie, and Mr. Feng Du disappeared—"

Excluding Kaifeng Du, there were nine people in total, but when Fan Bisi reported the number, there were ten people in total.

There is one more person.

Everyone was horrified when they realized this.

They instinctively wanted to let go.

But it was very strange and dark at this time. If we let go and everyone dispersed, the consequences would be more serious than encountering a ghost now.

"Count again."

Zhao Fusheng said in a firm tone.

Xie Jingsheng still took the lead and said:
"Xie Jingsheng, one."

"Wu Shaochun, second——"

This time everyone was concentrating very hard, fearing any mistakes.

After Kuai Manzhou, it was Zhao Fusheng's turn:

"Zhao Fusheng, five."

After she said this, her palms became empty at some point, and when she clenched them again, they became a pair of slightly rough old man's hands, with the skin on the back of her hands loose, showing obvious age.

"Meng Po, Liu——"

When Meng Po said this, Zhao Fusheng was stunned.

She immediately understood what the problem was.

Previously, there was a ghost standing beside her, with his palms overlapping with hers, replacing Meng Po's position.

The others also fell silent for a moment. When it was Fan Wujiu's turn, he forced himself to remain calm:

"Fan Wujiu, Nine."

He reported the number last time as ten. After he finished speaking, everyone was silent for a while. Zhao Fusheng suddenly asked:

"Xiao Fan, is it still Mr. Xie you are holding?"

After hearing all this, Fan Wujiu raised his hand that was clasped with his own:
"My Lord, I never let go—"

"Just give a number." Zhao Fusheng insisted.

Fan Wujiu then said:

"Mr. Xie, is that you on the other side I pulled?"

Xie Jingsheng's voice was dry:
"I don't know. You didn't move."

"..."

The speechless silence turned into a huge pressure, and almost at that moment, Fan Wujiu felt a large amount of cold sweat oozing out of his palms.

The hand that he was holding tightly was chillingly cold, stiff, and numb, without a trace of life in it.

Fan Wujiu's forehead began to sweat, and in addition to fear, he couldn't help but feel a little angry.

After a while, he could no longer bear it and shouted:
"Whether you are a human or a ghost, don't even make a sound. The master is still waiting for you to report your number!"