I become a god in another world

Chapter 581: Ominous Prophecy
Chapter 581

Granny Xu is suspicious by nature.

Although she was shocked and inexplicably grateful when Zhao Fusheng took out the Qiankun Pen, she had experienced many ups and downs in her life and had seen the cunning and cruelty of human hearts.

She didn't trust people, let alone those who controlled evil spirits.

Ghost riders rarely have a conscience.

Even though the people from Wan'an County talked big, the more she didn't believe it, the more it was true.

The reason why I talked about so much of the past was purely out of respect for the Fan brothers.

At this moment, she suppressed her inner anxiety and signaled Xu Yu to make the decision himself.

She wanted to see whether Zhao Fusheng was a true gentleman or a hypocrite.

Granny Xu even had some evil thoughts in her heart: If unfortunately I guessed right, Zhao Fusheng was just bluffing with the Qiankun Pen, and then I would snatch it away by force and give it to Xu Yu, making her look like a villain in vain.

Thinking of this, the look in her eyes changed again.

Her aura alternated between good and evil, and everyone present was an experienced ghost dealer.

His keen sense of smell for malice was developed through repeated experience in life and death events related to ghost cases.

Meng Po and Chen Duozi stood quietly beside Zhao Fusheng, blocking Grandma Xu's gaze.

Fan Si's brothers, Liu Yizhen and others stood behind Zhao Fusheng.

Granny Xu sneered in her heart but said nothing.

Zhao Fusheng seemed unaware of the reactions of the people around her. She looked at the child, and the child looked up at her.

"Like it?"

She asked again patiently.

Xu Yu hesitated for a moment, then nodded:

"like."

The child may not really like this thing, but she is too lonely. Usually there is no one to play with her or talk to her. There are no "people" of the same age here, and no one gives her anything.

As soon as she finished speaking, Zhao Fusheng picked up the Qiankun Pen and motioned Xu Yu to stretch out his hand.

The child obediently spread out his hands and stretched them in front of Zhao Fusheng. She picked up the pen and touched the child's palm.

When the tip of the pen of this extraordinary and evil creature touched the skin of a living person, the laws were activated and it wanted to write.

Zhao Fusheng's eyes fixed and he held the pen tightly. The shadow of hell loomed over the ghost pen. The power of the List of Gods suppressed the ghost pen so that it dared not act rashly.

She picked up a pen and drew a "mouth"-shaped frame on the child's palm. The frame was as red as blood and carried an ominous aura.

When Granny Xu was wondering, Zhao Fusheng added a "|"-shaped line in the "口"-shaped frame, dividing the frame into two, like two doors.

After doing all this, she took out the Ghost and God Order and stamped the door god's seal on it.

This scene shocked Grandma Xu so much that she clenched her fists and almost screamed out loud.

Blood splattered in Xu Yu's palm, and a fierce aura burst out from the blood.

But no matter how rampant the blood rushed, it could not escape the strange blood-colored door frame drawn by Zhao Fusheng with the Qiankun pen.

Finally, blood flowed in Xu Yu's palm, forming a pair of strange blood-red statues that stopped on her palm.

Soon after, the blood image turned into faint mottled bloodstains, hiding in the palm of her hand.

After doing all this, Grandma Xu breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that the child was fine.

She guessed Zhao Fusheng's intention and felt ashamed for judging others by her own standards.

As Granny Xu watched, she saw Zhao Fusheng pick up the Qiankun Pen and put it into Xu Yu's palm.

"If you like it, hold on to it." She urged:

"Hold her tight."

Zhao Fusheng's actions made Xie Jingsheng and Grandma Xu both stunned.

As a Jin general who was reincarnated from the Han Dynasty 247 years ago, Xie Jingsheng naturally knew the reputation of Xu Yuhuang, a general of the same rank.

Her status was even higher than Jia Yi's, better than Feng Du's.

In recent years, this gentleman has not appeared in public for a long time. He has been confined to one place and only shows up when something important happens.

The Qiankun Pen is her exclusive property, and this knowledge has long been ingrained in Xie Jingsheng's mind.

But when he actually saw Zhao Fusheng handing such a rare item to the young Xu Yu, he still felt envious:
"Fusheng, do you really want to give something like this to a child?"

Qiankun pen, calculate the universe.

Such a rare item would truly shine in Zhao Fusheng's hands.

Zhao Fusheng's eyes fell on Xu Yu. The moment the child held the pen, the blood on the pen turned into mist and enveloped her palm.

The disassembled parts of the octagonal bell hanging on the child's waist began to clang non-stop.

What has happened cannot be changed, and the wheel of history will eventually return to the right track.

The Qiankun Pen is an extraordinary and extremely evil object, but 58 years later, it belongs to Xu Yu - this cognition has long been deeply rooted in people's minds.

The child was no ordinary child either. She had stayed in the Ghost Palace for nearly two hundred years, and had a previous connection with the Qiankun Pen. At this moment, the two held each other's hands, and the blood mist corroded the child's arms.

However, Zhao Fusheng's cautious actions still provided protection for the child. Wherever the blood mist went, the mark of the door god firmly prevented the Qiankun Pen from backlashing.

The surging door god ghost seal held back the blood mist.

Soon after, the fog dissipated, the ringing octagonal bell stopped hitting, the noisy sound ceased, and the Changqiu Palace became exceptionally quiet.

Granny Xu looked at the Qiankun pen in the child's hand with a complicated expression, then looked at Zhao Fusheng, and finally bowed her head and admitted her mistake:
"Mr. Fusheng, I am wrong."

She had a strange temper and never admitted her mistakes in her life, but now she was willing to do it for Xu Yuxin:
"Your Excellency has a clear conscience, I really am——"

Zhao Fusheng smiled and touched the child's head. The child looked down at her. Suddenly, the young Xu Yu's expression froze. Then she turned the ghost pen in her hand. The child squatted down, and the ghost pen led her hand to move on the ground:

'The result is the cause, and the cause leads to the result. The dark ghost realm hides the lost pearl, and the world is in your hands to predict the future.'

"..."

Granny Xu's expression changed.

His eyes fell on the lines of bloody ghost characters, and then he saw Xu Yu write again:
'In the blink of an eye, sixty years have passed. When I see my old friend again, do you recognize him?'

This sentence made Granny Xu look confused.

But before she could ask, she saw blood mist surging on the ground, and the mist quickly wiped out the words that had been formed.

The Qiankun Pen once again moved Xu Yu's hand and wrote:

'The Emperor is trapped in the depths of hell, and the Ghost Mother is the sacrifice...'

Before he finished writing this paragraph, large streams of thick blood suddenly gushed out from the tip of the Qiankun Pen.

The evil blood soon stained the tip of the ghost pen.

The blood flowed down, erasing the words "sacrifice to the ghost mother".

A small pool of blood spread out, then seeped deep into the ground and disappeared in an instant.

When the Qiankun Pen wrote these words, it was as if it had suffered a terrible blow from a strange force.

Blood mist surged on the ghost pen, and the pen body with Xu Yu's hand began to shake violently.

But this thing was an extraordinary and extremely evil thing after all. After a while, it recovered, and the blood on the tip of the pen disappeared at some point, leaving only a little red on the top.

The ghost pen paused for a while, then began to move Xu Yu's hand and write:

'In the late spring of the 248th year of the Han Dynasty, an important person with a special identity will die in Wan'an County!'

As soon as this line of blood appeared, everyone's face changed drastically.

Granny Xu looked at the bloody words on the ground and turned to look at Zhao Fusheng involuntarily:

"Master Fusheng seemed to have mentioned that you are from——"

"Wan'an County." Zhao Fusheng said with his throat tightening.

Granny Xu's eyes fell on the bloody words and said thankfully:
"The Han Dynasty is 248 years old, and you are from 189 years old. It has nothing to do with you—"

As soon as she finished speaking, the others looked at each other and then smiled bitterly.

Granny Xu noticed something was wrong and her expression froze:
"Is there something going on?"

Zhao Fusheng was absent-minded and did not answer her. His eyes fell on the line of blood words.

Xu Yu's wrist was still shaking, and the ghost's pen was still writing:

"This person's death will bring a glimmer of hope to Wan'an County."

Everyone's expression tensed.

"248 years of the Han Dynasty——"

Fan Bisi murmured, "Then isn't it, isn't it next year?"

His words surprised Granny Xu:
"Next year? How can you say that? Isn't it the 189th year of the Later Han Dynasty?"

"It's a long story."

Zhao Fusheng suppressed his shock and shook his head calmly:
"We just happened to go back to 189."

She didn't have time to explain the time issue to Granny Xu, but instead fixed her eyes on the line of bloody words.

"In the late spring of the 248th year of the Han Dynasty, an important person with a special identity will die in Wan'an County—" She murmured this passage:
"Wan'an County, important person——"

Everyone in Wan'an County Demon Suppression Division is important, but the most important person is none other than Zhao Fusheng.

She alone is responsible for the safety of the entire county.

She has mysterious powers that allow her to control many ghosts and make them gods, thus solving the root of the problem rather than just driving them away.

The most important thing is that her emotions are not affected by ghosts. She remains calm in the face of things and even feels sympathy for those who are related to ghost disasters.

She is the stabilizer of Wan'an County and the backbone of the group. She is also the one who brings together this group of people with different abilities and temperaments.

So when the Qiankun Pen wrote these words, everyone became anxious and worried, and their eyes subconsciously looked at Zhao Fusheng.

"grown ups--"

Chen Duozi was the first to shout in desperation.

Liu Yizhen said:

"The Qiankun Pen may not be able to predict the future."

Everyone looked nervous, which made Granny Xu a little nervous, but Zhao Fusheng was calm. After a while, she suddenly grinned:
"What are you afraid of? This may not be about me. Even if it is me, I want to see what kind of ghost can kill me——"

As soon as she finished speaking, Xu Yu's wrist trembled again:
"This person's death can change--" When it came to this, large streams of blood suddenly gushed out of the Qiankun Pen again.

The blood flowed down the pen, soaking the entire tip of the pen in an instant.

The words on the back were stained with blood.

This strange blood flow will first merge the written words into the pool of blood, and the Qiankun pen will shake violently.

After a while, the pen tip finally got rid of the trouble of blood and wrote with difficulty:
"……situation."

“……” Wu Shaochun originally thought that Guibi insisted on writing, and he thought that he would write something shocking or a special reminder.

When he saw these two words, he said unhappily:
"What is this about? It doesn't even count as a hint. It's just a waste of time writing it."

After saying this, the ghost pen trembled again and wrote:

"...Wan'an County will face three major disasters..."

These words were written in a discontinuous and laborious manner:

"…The red moon is in the sky, hundreds of demons are roaming at night, man-made disaster? Demonic disaster?——"

After writing these words, the Qiankun Pen seemed to have temporarily exhausted all its power and fell into Xu Yu's palm with a "click".

The child's palms were blue and purple, as if they had been frozen for a long time.

After a long time, Xu Yu slowly moved his fingertips.

As the evil spirit's power disappeared, her blood began to circulate, and her purple fingertips slowly regained color.

The mark of the door god emerged, and two ghosts held a ghost pen.

The two forces confronted each other and formed a balance. The ghost pen turned from red to black, turned into a shadow, and disappeared in Xu Yu's palm.

Until this moment, everyone who had been holding their breath took a long breath and regained their focus.

The Qiankun Pen actually spit out so many amazing predictions.

"grown ups--"

Wu Shaochun shouted worriedly.

Zhao Fusheng looked normal:
"Don't worry. Although the Qiankun Pen is said to be able to predict the future, it is a very dangerous thing after all."

Ghosts mean something extremely strange, and its truth or falsehood is unknown.

She said calmly:
"Even if these things really happen, it's a good thing to know in advance. There is still time. After we return to Wan'an County from the Imperial Capital, we can still prepare early."

Xie Jingsheng looked at her differently.

None of the things predicted by the Qiankun Pen were good things - especially for Zhao Fusheng, it was almost like it was clearly recording the date of her death (spring of the 248th year of the Han Dynasty).

Everyone was emotionally affected, but she was the only one who did not lose confidence.

Although these prophecies were terrible, Zhao Fusheng saw the hopeful and positive side of them.

Her attitude naturally influenced others.

"It was indeed right to hand the Qiankun Pen to Xu Yu. This gave us a surprise."

After Zhao Fusheng said this, everyone was anxious, but seeing that she looked calm and didn't seem to take the prophecy to heart, they suppressed their worries.

Meng Po said:
"Yes, if we are united, what obstacles can we not overcome? If the sky falls, we can hold it up together."

"Yes." Wu Shaochun and others also nodded.

"We can't worry about next year yet. We must at least resolve the matter of the Zhongdu Ghost Domain first."

Zhao Fusheng saw that everyone was in high spirits, so he looked at Granny Xu:
"Where is the gate to hell to leave this place?"

Granny Xu looked at her deeply and asked instead of answering:

"You are from Wan'an County. You were not born in 189 of the Han Dynasty—"

Having said this, she looked towards the ground. The bloodstains on the ground had seeped into the earth at some point, leaving only disturbing, messy blood-red marks - as if someone had reached out their hands in despair and scratched the ground before dying, leaving traces.

Granny Xu recalled the prophecy written by the ghost pen earlier and asked again:
"Something is going to happen in Wan'an County in the spring of 248?"

"Granny Xu..." Fan Bisi wanted to interrupt her, but Granny Xu held out her hand to stop him: "Children, don't interrupt Granny's questions."

“……”Fan Bisi had no choice but to shut up.

Zhao Fusheng met her gaze:
"Correct."

Granny Xu asked again:
"Are you actually people who came from the year 247 of the Han Dynasty?"

Zhao Fusheng nodded again:
"Yes, I came here to investigate a ghost case. The reason I came here is because I was affected by the law of reincarnation..." After saying this, he simply explained:
"It is Zhang, the paper figure who is suspected of stealing Lady Du's uterus and the twins in her uterus. The head he is holding is the son-in-law of Meng Po—"

Granny Xu sighed:
“What an injustice.”

After that, she said:
"I can't bear to leave A-Yu, and I'm worried about you, my daughter."

She frowned:
"I promised Miss Du that I would fulfill her wish."

After Granny Xu said this, everyone vaguely understood what she meant - she might want to leave here with Zhao Fusheng.

"Now you have kidnapped all the people around me. I am an old woman all alone and I cannot stay here forever."

As soon as Granny Xu finished speaking, Fan Bisi's eyes lit up:
"Granny, you want to come with us?"

"I can't leave," Granny Xu shook her head. "I promised Zang Junji that I would guard the Ghost Gate, but it depends on whether this Master Fusheng has the ability to wipe out our Zhongdu Ghost Palace in one fell swoop."