I become a god in another world

Chapter 583 Zang's Ghost Domain
Chapter 583

After all, Xie Jingsheng is not really a fool, he just didn't realize it for a while.

At this time, he read Xu Yu's name twice, and he finally understood the meaning of Liu Yizhen's words.

"Ouch!"

He suddenly reached out and slapped himself hard on the forehead:

"Look at my memory."

"What's going on?" Fan Wujiu asked anxiously:
"How did you know that we could get out with Xu Yu here?"

Meng Po smiled and said:
"This little girl Xu Yu was an imperial-level general 58 years later. She is still alive and well, which proves that this trip to the ghost realm must be safe and sound."

As long as Xu Yu is here, she is like a signpost for survival. If everyone follows her, they will definitely find a way out of the ghost realm.

"Otherwise, how could this little girl appear in the Zhongdu Palace?"

Meng Po explained her words clearly and Fan Wujiu finally came back to his senses.

Zhao Fusheng took a deep breath:

"Everyone, let's talk after we get out," she frowned.

"I suspect that Paper Man Zhang has already entered the gates of hell before us."

Her words made everyone look stern. Zhao Fusheng said:
"In the Eternal Lane, he failed to snatch the Qiankun Pen—"

In addition to predicting the future, the Qiankun Pen also has the function of writing in the ghost realm.

The ghost realm it describes traps people within it.

In Yongxiang, Zhao Fusheng and others were sealed in Concubine Du's womb by it. At that time, the ghost whip of Erlang Shen broke through the ghost realm, and the paper man Zhang suddenly appeared and took away the womb that trapped everyone.

This scene also coincides with what Granny Xu mentioned earlier, that after the Han Palace Incident, the ghost uterus of Concubine Du that she had hidden in the palace was "taken away" by a person of mysterious origin.

In Granny Xu's vision, the person who took away Lady Du's ghost uterus looked like two people - but with the intuition of a ghost rider, she was certain that the two people were the same person.

Granny Xu was not wrong.

Perhaps it was the influence of the Qiankun Pen, or perhaps Paper Man Zhang used the power of reincarnation, or perhaps there were other unknown strange laws. In short, he combined with his past self 58 years ago, appeared in the Ghost Palace, and took away the ghost mother and twins.

This also means that after Zang Xiongwu's family encountered drastic changes, he took advantage of the rebellion of the headless ghost and entered the Zhongdu Palace!

"But all of this is just speculation. Only Paper Man Zhang knows the truth."

After Zhao Fusheng finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and pushed the door open:
"In any case, we have to catch up and take a look."

"go!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she took Xu Yu and Kuai Manzhou by the hand and stepped into the eleventh level of the ghost realm.

……

In the following time, everyone entered the twelfth and thirteenth levels of the ghost realm without any danger.

When he was about to push open the door to the fourteenth level of the ghost realm, Xie Jingsheng was terrified and said:
"When will this layer of hell end?"

Zhao Fusheng shook his head.

Wu Shaochun said:

"My Lord, these three levels of hell are too much, too much—"

He hesitated for a moment, not knowing what to say, but Liu Yizhen took over for him:
"Too easy?"

Wu Shaochun thought about it and nodded:
“It’s too easy.”

When entering the gates of hell in the first few levels, you will encounter more or less dangerous situations.

But when everyone entered the third level of Ghost Gate, it was obviously much smoother.

"…It's as if someone has walked ahead and cleared the way for us." Fan Bisi also expressed his feelings.

His words seemed to express the hidden worries in everyone's hearts. As soon as he finished speaking, everyone showed helplessness on their faces.

Zhao Fusheng had said before that Paper Man Zhang might have gone ahead and entered the deep ghost realm.

"What on earth does he want to do?" Xie Jingsheng said helplessly:
"Under this ghost realm——"

He hesitated, but still didn't say anything.

58 years later, the "Imperial Prison" is hidden under the city of Zhongdu.

There is only one word difference between "Imperial Prison" and "Hell", but Xie Jingsheng did not dare to jump to conclusions.

If the hell at this moment is still the burial place of Zang Junji, then hidden deep underground are the ancestors of the Zang family.

Paper Man Zhang is so rebellious that he entered the ancestral ghost realm. Could it be that he is intending to disrespect his ancestors?

"Whatever he wants, we'll know once we get in."

Zhao Fusheng said calmly.

After entering from the tenth level of hell, although the ghosts in the next three levels of hell are cleared, the evil spirit here is very heavy, which has a deep oppressive effect on the soul consciousness of the ghost rider.

After entering the thirteenth level of hell, Wu Shaochun's face had turned slightly pale, and his hands were shaking slightly - this was because the ghosts sensed fear and affected the ghost rider himself.

Zhao Fusheng has now opened the tenth level of hell, but 58 years ago, under the city of Zhongdu, there were at least fourteen levels of hell hidden -

This senior, who was suspected to have controlled the "Investiture of the Gods" like her, walked ahead of her, but ultimately could not escape death.

All kinds of distracting thoughts flashed through Zhao Fusheng's mind. She took a deep breath and walked towards the ghost gate.

"..."

The people who were talking before shut their mouths involuntarily.

The closer he got to the gates of hell, the more chilling and eerie Zhao Fusheng felt.

Everyone felt depressed, except the Fan brothers, who were full of energy.

The two people's heart rates were abnormally fast, as if there was something hidden under the gate of hell that made them both excited and scared.

Zhao Fusheng turned around and glanced at Fan Bisi. Her gaze made Fan Bisi feel a little uneasy.

"What is coming cannot be avoided. Are you ready, Big Fan and Little Fan?" Zhao Fusheng asked.

Fan Bisi's blood seemed to stop flowing all of a sudden. After a long while, he heard his own voice as thin as a mosquito:

"Ready."

The voice sounded strange and trembling.

But as Zhao Fusheng said, some things have to be faced sooner or later and cannot be avoided.

Fan Bisi cleared his throat and said:
"Ready."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Fusheng reached out and pushed the door hard.

The moment her palm hit the Ghost Gate, a large amount of black air attached to the Ghost Gate was shaken away, obscuring everyone's vision.

The group of people didn't even feel their feet moving forward, but the ground under their feet disappeared in an instant.

A terrifying feeling of weightlessness came over us, and we began to fall rapidly.

This unexpected incident shocked everyone.

After the initial panic, Zhao Fusheng quickly calmed down.

At this moment, the reminder of the Conferred God List sounded in her sea of ​​consciousness:

Warning to the host, you have fallen into the fourteenth level of hell!
Warning to the host, you have fallen into the fifteenth level of hell!
Warning to the host, you have fallen into the sixteenth level of hell!
……

When falling into the sixteenth level of hell, Zhao Fusheng's falling speed slowed down.

After an unknown amount of time, her feet slowly touched solid ground.

"Huh—" She slowly let out a sigh of relief.

It is very quiet and dark here.

Although Zhao Fusheng tried his best to control the volume of his voice while breathing, the breath he blew out still sounded extremely harsh.

She clenched her hands tightly and pulled a small hand on each side. As she clenched her hands, the two children clenched their hands back tightly.

This action made Zhao Fusheng feel relieved.

"Are you guys okay?"

Zhao Fusheng asked.

The others were all worried and replied:

"It's okay—" From everyone's tone, one could tell that they were all uneasy.

Zhao Fusheng Tips:
"We have entered the sixteenth level of hell. If we go down further, it may be the seventeenth level. We must be careful."

When the others heard this, they felt nervous.

After saying this, Zhao Fusheng looked around - but all he could see was darkness. He could no longer see the outline of Zhongdu City, nor the main gate of Chongde Hall (Gate of Hell).

Just as he was worrying, Xu Yu whispered:

"I-I can open the door."

The child's words surprised everyone. Zhao Fusheng thought of the Qiankun pen that the child was using and hesitated for a moment:
"Then try it."

Xu Yu was also quite courageous. As soon as she heard what Zhao Fusheng said, she immediately took out the ghost pen.

In the extreme darkness, a small blood-red hand appeared out of thin air in front of everyone.

The palm was like a blood-red lantern with two ghost gate marks appearing on it.

A pair of ghostly door gods suppressed it.

The ghost door in the palm of his hand slowly opened, and a bleeding ghost pen emerged from inside.

As soon as the ghost pen appeared, it seemed to sense Xu Yu's intention and began to write furiously:
In the 189th year of the Later Han Dynasty, Xu Yu, the future emperor-level general of the dynasty, was trapped in——

The following words have not been written yet, and the handwriting of the Qiankun pen seems to have touched the forbidden area of ​​an unknown existence.

The power of ghosts and gods crushed the Qiankun Pen, and no record or mention was allowed. This was the realm of gods.

However, the Qiankun Pen is also an extraordinary object, its pen shaft twists violently.

Such an action caused damage to the Qiankun Pen.

It was like a bamboo tube full of holes, with big blood beads as big as soybeans oozing out from the holes, then merged into a stream of blood and slowly moved downwards, instantly soaking the ghost pen's brush in the blood.

A large pool of blood smudged the previously written words, leaving no other traces.

"..."

It would be fine if it happened once or twice, but this ghost pen seemed to easily violate the restricted area every time, and then the bleeding would not stop.

Although Wu Shaochun knew that ghosts had no intelligence, and the same was true for extremely evil creatures, he still couldn't help but twitching his lips at this moment. He had something in his mouth, and he hesitated, not knowing whether he should say it out loud.

Xie Jingsheng did not have such concerns and spoke frankly:

"Why do I feel that this Qiankun pen is a bit cheap? Does it have to mention Zang Junji's name?"

Liu Yizhen nodded silently.

Xu Yu felt a little distressed, so he stretched out his other hand and gently stroked the ghost pen twice:

"Don't call it that—"

Her touch made the ghost pen still for a moment.

Then the blood that flowed out slowly recovered along the brush hair and then flowed back into the pen shaft.

The bloody words that appeared in the air disappeared mysteriously.

Qiankun's pen stopped for a while, then started writing again:

'In the 189th year of the Later Han Dynasty, Xu Yu, the future imperial general of the dynasty, was trapped in——'

The writing stopped here, and the same thing happened again.

Although everyone was mentally prepared, they still looked at each other in silence when they saw the blood oozing out of the pen.

"..."

After a while, the dirty blood was recovered again.

Guibi was not discouraged and cheered up again:
'In the 189th year of the Later Han Dynasty, Xu Yu, the future emperor-level general of the dynasty, was trapped in the th level of hell. Accompanying her was Zhao Fu, the demon-suppressing officer of Wan'an County - Jigu - Jigu -' Before the word was finished, a chill suddenly emerged.

The moment Zhao Fusheng's name was mentioned, an abyss appeared under her feet and the shadow of a strange black monument slowly appeared above her head.

The black shadow merged with the darkness of hell, hiding in the shadows, unseen by anyone.

The shadow covered Xu Yu, and the ghost pen that was originally writing was hit by a powerful force again.

The sound of flowing water "gurgling, gurgling" was heard.

"..."

The corners of Zhao Fusheng's mouth trembled.

The ghost pen suffered three severe blows, and its evil spirit dissipated. Although it was obviously a very evil creature, it looked a bit listless.

After a while, the ghost pen trembled twice, and the blood was recovered again - but this time the recovery was a little slower.

It rewrites:
'In the 189th year of the Later Han Dynasty, Xu Yu, the future imperial general of the dynasty, was trapped in the th level of hell. Accompanying her were the Wan'an County Demon Suppression Division, as well as——'

The pen tip paused.

This meal made everyone feel a little nervous.

After a while, Qiankun's pen trembled as he continued writing:

"——The Lord of Infinite Merit——"

The ghost pen paused again, and fine beads of blood oozed out from the pen, but it stopped after a while:
'The team is trapped in the sixteenth level of hell. They want to find another way to go to the seventeenth level of hell and see the secrets hidden inside.'

'If they walked faster, they might see a strange worship ceremony.'

……

The ghost pen stops here.

After about a while, the ghost pen turned and suddenly drew a blood-red, strange arc:

"…They don't know that by following this path, with the ghosts as the guide and the underworld as the way, they can reach the other side they want."

After writing, all the words disappeared, leaving only a blood-red ghost line.

The Qiankun Pen is indeed an extraordinary object. It actually points out a special and feasible method in the sixteenth level of hell.

But Zhao Fusheng was not in a hurry to implement it.

Although the Qiankun Pen points out the direction of travel, it is an evil object after all - it is related to ghosts, and ghosts are full of evil and malice, so there is no guarantee that there will be no problems.

In the sixteen levels of hell, Kuai Manzhou has been suppressed. If he travels through hell, I wonder if it will have any impact on the children.

As she was hesitating, the line of blood light slowly moved and appeared under Kuai Manzhou's feet.

Now, even though the little girl could not read, she understood the meaning of Qiankun's pen.

Kuai Manzhou trusted Zhao Fusheng wholeheartedly, and when he saw the blood, he activated the power of the evil spirit without hesitation.

The feet of everyone began to get wet.

A dark red will-o'-the-wisp lit up in the darkness.

Upon closer inspection, these ghost fires swayed like blooming ghost flowers, and the underworld flowed along the flower banks of the ghost flowers.

Xie Jingsheng couldn't help but straighten his back. He felt a knocking sound on the back: knock, knock, knock.

Every time I knocked, I felt a sharp pain in my stomach.

"Cross the Yellow Springs and go to the seventeenth level of hell—"

Xie Jingsheng cursed in his heart but shouted honestly.

The ghost path was opened, and the group had no choice but to step into the ghost realm.

There was no need for Zhao Fusheng to express his hidden worries. Everyone had already gotten used to cooperating and were already prepared.

Fire scales like burns appeared on Wu Shaochun's cheeks, neck and arms, and Liu Yizhen's body was faintly golden; a big hole appeared in Meng Po's chest, and the ghost skull used to stew Meng Po soup had begun to boil, and blood smoke slowly rose from the head.

The Fan brothers stood on Kuai Manzhou's left and right, and Chen Duozi also followed closely beside Zhao Fusheng with an alert look.

At this point, Zhao Fusheng said no more, but held Xu Yu and Kuai Manzhou's hands tightly with both hands and shouted:
"go!"

"Cross the Yellow Springs and go to the tenth level of hell—"

Xie Jingsheng led the way and rushed forward.

After taking a step, the scene in front of everyone changed immediately.

The area where the bloody ghost flower is located seems to be a dividing line.

Beyond the bloody light, evil ghosts and resentful spirits passed by both sides of the Ghost Bank like zombies.

The evil spirit of these ghosts is so strong that it has at least reached the disaster level.