I become a god in another world

Chapter 586 Kill yourself

Chapter 586

Zang Xiongwu was able to maintain his composure when he first spoke these words, but as he spoke later, he became more and more indignant:

"My brother Luosha has lived a clean and righteous life. He only kills those who deserve to be killed!"

At this point, he reached behind his waist and suddenly pulled out a human head. He raised his arm and sent the head into the air:
"Grandfather, Erlang County is where our Zang family made its fortune. Our entire family was slaughtered by the corrupt officials. My brother saw injustice and came to the rescue. What a great merit this is! But he did not receive a just verdict!"

His shouts resounded in the abyss of the seventeen levels of hell:

"Look, he died with his eyes open!"

"You—take a look—"

"Take a look—"

"I will die with my eyes wide open—"

"I won't die—"

"Die-die-die-"

Zang Xiongwu's roar turned into endless echoes, resounding in the abyss, penetrating people's eardrums and sea of ​​consciousness, forming terrible sound wave vibrations.

His anger and resentment condensed into substance, stirring up the quiet black air in the abyss.

As this black energy surged, Rakshasa's head began to change strangely.

The ghost head revived, blood gushed out of its wide-open eyes, and it opened its mouth to swallow the black mist.

The quality of the evil ghost's head was rapidly improving, and Zhao Fusheng felt a sinking feeling in his heart when he saw this scene.

She took a step forward and was about to go inside to stop Zang Xiongwu's actions.

Although a crack opened between the sixteenth and seventeenth levels of hell, it seemed as if there was a chasm in between. Even if she took a few steps, it seemed as if she was standing still, and she did not get any closer to Zang Xiongwu at all.

The headless ghost's head was mutating and upgrading, but Zang Xiongwu, who was holding the human head, seemed unable to feel the movement of the ghost head.

He was still kneeling in hell, looking up into the void.

Zang Junji did not show up. He had not yet transformed into the paper man Zhang - before coming here, he had only heard the legend and was not sure whether his ancestors were here.

But he had nowhere to go.

He has encountered a drastic change, has a great hatred to avenge, a grudge with the Rakshasa to settle, and he has a son waiting for him to return.

In such a chaotic world, if he returns empty-handed, he and Zang Chuanshi will sooner or later die in this chaotic world where evil spirits may revive at any time.

He had no other choice.

The ghost head in his hand began to turn and sway without wind. He sensed the malice coming from the ghost head: it wanted to bite and swallow him.

But Zang Xiongwu didn't care.

He owed a life to his Rakshasa brothers. If he was destined to die at the hands of a Rakshasa, he would use this body to feed the evil spirits.

Rakshasa said that after his death he hoped that his evil spirit would revive and transform into an underworld official to take responsibility for the consequences of his evil deeds.

If eating him could make the Rakshasa ghosts grow, he would be willing to die and become food for the ghosts, so that the Rakshasa could eliminate the ghosts in the world.

Zang Xiongwu knelt on the spot, ignoring the evil ghost's head.

"Grandfather, this world is so unfair. Evil spirits are rampant and ordinary people have no way to survive." He said, and then sighed:
"Why?"

"I swear, I will kill all the evil spirits in the world, so that the tragedy of my family will never happen again. I want there to be no ghosts in the world, I want to suppress all the evil spirits in the world. Forefather, please help me."

"I am a descendant of the Zang family. You were able to control ghosts, so can I—"

After he finished shouting, he reached behind his waist with his other hand:
"I prepared the sacrifice before I came."

His voice was gloomy:

"This is a pair of evil creatures!"

After saying that, he held up a bloody object in one hand.

The object opened like a sac, about the size of a washbasin, and inside it seemed to be filled with a heart, beating "thump, thump, thump".

……

"'The Xu family guards the ghost gate, and later generations offer sacrifices to ghosts.'"

At this moment, the prophecy written by Zhang Yunzhong that Grandma Xu mentioned when they were in the tenth level of hell suddenly emerged in Zhao Fusheng and others' minds.

At that time, Granny Xu was puzzled by the meaning of "future generations offering sacrifices to ghosts", but now the truth has finally come to light.

"We must take action." Zhao Fusheng saw this and spoke without hesitation.

She didn't know why the seventeenth level of hell showed two completely different images: one scene was when the ghost mother Tai Sui had completely revived; and the other scene changed, but it went back to 58 years ago, shortly after the death of Zang Xiongwu's wife and daughter.

No matter what the reasons for the two strange phenomena, this is not the time to delve into them. The most urgent task is to snatch away Lady Du's ghost uterus - even if the ghost uterus cannot be snatched away, the Fan brothers in the uterus must be taken away.

Just as she was about to take action, she suddenly felt a chill down her spine.

A cold and sinister aura was approaching.

She didn't know when this evil spirit appeared beside her, as if it was sticking to her back, which frightened Zhao Fusheng so much that her hair stood on end.

She was not the only one who sensed the evil spirit; Xie Jingsheng, Meng Po and the Fan brothers also sensed it.

A gray figure walked out from the abyss of the sixteenth level of hell. When passing by Zhao Fusheng and others, he stood still half a step.

The man's face was blurry in the darkness, but one could vaguely see that he was of medium height and wore a strange black robe with extremely wide cuffs, as if they were cut from two coffin boards.

This man stood beside Zhao Fusheng and others, and the coldness, bloody smell and strong murderous aura turned into the most sinister and dangerous smell in the world.

Everyone was on edge, Xie Jingsheng's hair even stood on end, a name came to his mind: Paper Man Zhang!
'laugh. '

The man sneered, it was indeed the paper man Zhang.

He stood only half a step away from the crowd.

This man has done all kinds of evil things and has lost all conscience. He has a blood feud with everyone in Wan'an County.

If they find him, they will definitely cut him into pieces to vent their hatred.

When he saw the people from Wan'an County, he not only did not hide, but dared to appear in front of everyone openly.

This is simply intolerable.

Wu Shaochun murmured to himself:
"Who can bear this——"

As he spoke, he clenched his fist and wanted to hit the paper man Zhang on the head.

In the sixteenth level of hell, Wu Shaochun's power was suppressed, but he was a ghost rider and his strength was far beyond that of ordinary people.

In his eyes, a human head is about the same size as an egg.

If this punch could land solidly, it would surely cause the paper man Zhang's brain to burst and kill him on the spot.

The moment Wu Shaochun threw the punch, Paper Man Zhang seemed to notice something and turned his head subconsciously.

In the darkness, his facial features were blurry, but Wu Shaochun could still see that the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and there seemed to be a look of disdain and contempt in his eyes - it was obvious that he did not take Wu Shaochun's move seriously.

Wu Shaochun thought to himself: Could it be that Paper Man Zhang himself is already a 'ghost'-like existence and is not afraid of his fists?

As soon as this thought came to his mind, his pupils turned red.

Inside the sixteenth layer of hell, a blood-red moon rose at some point.

The scarlet moonlight leaked down like a thin gauze, illuminating the ghost realm and also making the face of the paper man Zhang red.

A rough, thin, old hand penetrated the back of Paper Man Zhang and pierced his chest in an instant.

Meng Po's hoarse voice sounded:
"Zang Xiongwu, it's time to pay your blood debt!"

Meng Po stood behind the paper man Zhang and growled.

As soon as she finished shouting, she hooked her five fingers together, pushed hard, and pulled it back.

After this pull, Meng Po felt a little uneasy.

Everything went so smoothly.

Paper Man Zhang did not resist. Her hand easily penetrated the man's chest, but in fact her palm did not feel the tearing of flesh and blood. Her arm seemed to be gently swung out, passing through the void, and gently lifted up a light paper man.

Just as she was thinking this, the paper man Zhang stood on tiptoe, as if lifted up by Meng Po's power.

His body bent like a shrimp and he turned his head to look at Meng Po.

Expressions of horror, resentment, and resentment were revealed to everyone under the light of the blood moon. Paper Man Zhang's reaction gave Wu Shaochun an absurd thought: Could it be that Meng Po had eliminated this scourge?

When this thought came to his mind, Wu Shaochun should have laughed, but he felt something stuck in his throat.

An extremely uncomfortable feeling seized him and the corners of his mouth twitched.

The next moment, the bad premonition became a reality - the figure of Paper Man Zhang turned blood red, and he raised his hand to touch Meng Po.

At this moment, the third ghost eye in Zhao Fusheng's forehead opened.

Blood burst out from the ghost's eyeballs, shining directly on the paper man's head.

The three-eyed ghost's eyes can see through strange things.

Even a very evil ghost will still reveal its true form under the ghost eye as it cannot withstand the power of the eyeball.

Under the bloody light, the paper man Zhang's body was burned by the invisible light, leaving many blood holes.

His body suddenly flew up like burning ashes.

Paper man Zhang's head collapsed and twisted, eventually turning into fine, dense black mist flying under the red light.

Amid the blood, a shadow still stood there coldly with his hands hanging in front of his abdomen.

The moment Zhao Fusheng made his move, Meng Po realized that her sneak attack had failed.

She turned her head and looked again. The paper man Zhang seemed to still maintain his previous posture, standing there without moving.

He stared at Meng Po coldly.

"You bastard, you are hiding your head and showing your tail. Is this face yours?!"

Meng Po was furious and cursed angrily.

"What does it matter if it's my face or not?"

The paper man Zhang Huanhuan replied:
"Whichever face you like, I can even make you get what you want."

He said quietly.

As soon as he finished speaking, a dark light suddenly surged in his head, and then his face changed, as if it had turned into Sun Shaoyin's face.

This sudden change made Meng Po very angry.

The good marriage between Sun Shaoyin and Shen Yishu was disrupted by this evil man, and both of them did not have a happy ending.

The entire Sun family was wiped out and their heads were twisted off by him.

Now he dared to be so arrogant and even challenge Meng Po in front of everyone.

This time everyone couldn't hold back any longer and attacked at the same time.

Liu Yizhen's body incarnates and strides forward;
Chen Duozi's lips moved slightly, with anger flashing in his eyes: "People like you really have ulterior motives--"

Paper Man Zhang smiled slightly.

A dark light flashed in his eyes, his belly bulged rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his black robe was lifted up by the ghost fetus.

Before the look of surprise on Chen Duozi's face could freeze, the body of Paper Man Zhang turned into a shadow and disappeared without a trace.

There was no ghost fetus left where he was standing. Instead, Chen Duozi seemed to realize something and touched her belly with her backhand. Her belly was slightly bulging, and the ghost fetus was staring at her coldly through her belly.

……

Everyone's attacks were ineffective.

Paper Man Zhang Mingming was not far away from the crowd, but his position seemed to be in a completely different time and space from everyone else.

"Forget it, don't waste your energy."

Zhao Fusheng realized this and asked everyone to stop with a grim look on his face:
"He may not be real at this moment."

With Sun Shaoyin's law of reincarnation, Paper Man Zhang controls the power of time and space.

It is possible that he is in a different time and space from everyone else, but in the same place, which causes a strange situation where he is there but no one else can touch him.

In other words, at this moment he is most likely just an illusory image.

As soon as Zhao Fusheng finished speaking, Paper Man Zhang grinned.

His hand trembled, and a small paper figure suddenly slipped out from his wide sleeves.

The paper figure was as big as a palm, with blood stains on its skin, and looked quite creepy.

As the paper figure slid out, Zhang picked it up and shook it.

The paper slid down his hand and stopped in mid-air.

He seemed to be holding an invisible string in his hand, holding the paper figure. He blew air into the paper figure quickly and it became bigger. In an instant, it turned into a strange lantern, which he held in his hand.

A fire suddenly lit up in the lamp, illuminating the sixteenth level of hell.

The Paper Man Zhang had restored his original face at some point. He looked at Zhao Fusheng and the others expressionlessly, then sneered and walked towards the seventeenth level of the ghost realm holding a lantern.

Zhao Fusheng narrowed his eyes.

She had previously tried to rush into the seventeenth level of hell, but seemed to be blocked by some mysterious force and could not get even a step closer to the entrance of the crack that opened in the seventeenth level of hell.

But at this time, the paper man Zhang was not pushed away by this force.

He easily stepped through the gate of hell and entered the seventeenth level of hell.

This person behaves in a perverse and unpredictable manner.

"grown ups--"

Seeing his actions, Wu Shaochun turned his head and looked at Zhao Fusheng:
"Is this a real paper figurine or a fake one?"

As soon as Wu Shaochun finished speaking, the seventeenth level of hell was illuminated.

It was empty inside, and the young Zang Xiongwu was kneeling in the seventeenth level of hell.

There was no blood-red Tai Sui that Zhao Fusheng and others had seen before, nor was there the remains of Zang Junji who was restraining Tai Sui.

The moment the light appeared, Zang Xiongwu, who was about to offer sacrifice to Wu Zu, noticed the fire and turned his head alertly:
"Who?!"

While he was shouting, he quickly tried to collect Rakshasa's ghost head and Lady Du's womb which contained the bodies of the Fan brothers.

When he was young, Zang Xiongwu was just an ordinary person, but after he experienced drastic changes, he changed a lot.

He turned his head and looked around.

I saw a paper lantern floating in the air, swaying in the air without knowing when.

This scene was horrifying and eerie, he did not see the existence of 'himself' 58 years later.

Then Zang Xiongwu pushed the Rakshasa's head in front of him without hesitation. He opened his mouth and bit the messy hair, freed one hand and touched his waist.

With the help of the light from the ghost lantern, everyone saw that he had a large knife with a bent blade tucked behind his waist.

At the same time, the Yin Cha Ma Mian in the List of Gods in Zhao Fusheng's sea of ​​consciousness became restless.

Investiture of the Gods Tip: The Horse-Faced Monster has found its companion, a very evil creature.

After confirming the identity of this item, Zhao Fusheng has made up his mind to get this ghost knife at all costs.

At this moment, Zang Xiongwu picked up the ghost knife and began to chop it randomly.

"What evil ghost, don't hide in the dark, come out——"

He couldn't see the existence of the paper man Zhang, but everyone could.

Zhao Fusheng saw that the paper man Zhang's sleeves shook at the same time, and a fierce knife exactly the same as the one held by Zang Xiongwu slipped out from the other sleeve. Then he swung the knife at his former self with an expressionless face!

Maybe I should take tomorrow off, I feel like I haven't had a vacation in too long.