I become a god in another world

Chapter 593 Return to Zhongdu
Chapter 593

Before the plaque got close to the gates of hell, Zang Junji in the seventeenth level of hell could sense the remains of his own ghost body.

It wanted to obtain the plaque and piece together its ghost body, but the huge chains trapped it in place.

The ghost gate of Fengdu prevents the ghost plaque from entering hell, but instead lifts it up and fixes it above the ghost gate.

When the two were combined, the signboard of "Fengdu Ghost City" immediately shone with golden light.

The golden light seemed particularly bright in this dark hell and ghosts, like a scorching sun in the sky.

The surging black air was burned by the golden light, and the countless surging red and black air seemed to have encountered a natural ghost-killing object.

Jin Mang quickly repaired the ghost city wall of Fengdu and made it strong.

The ghost airflow that formed like a tornado was about to hit the wide-open ghost city gate again, but it was blocked by the golden light a few feet away from the city gate, and was then forced back into the ghost gate.

The scene was earth-shattering, but the city gate, with the inscription "Gate of Ghost" on it, was as solid as a rock, and the trapped ghosts could no longer leave.

When Zhao Fusheng saw this, he finally felt relieved.

"It's sealed."

Feng Du’s voice then rang out.

His voice was much louder this time, and he didn't speak as weakly as before, as if he was a little more energetic.

Soon, a thick fog slowly appeared at the gate of the ghost city, blocking the scene inside the seventeen levels of hell.

The ghost domain gradually shrank, the black air dissipated, and finally turned into a pale-haired old man who stood beside the crowd.

"Lord Fengdu?!"

Xie Jingsheng was worried about the unstable situation at first, and stared at the ghost realm. He didn't breathe a sigh of relief until the Fengdu Ghost City disappeared. When he turned around and was about to look at Zhao Fusheng, he happened to see the old man.

When Xie Jingsheng first saw the stranger, he was a little surprised - but then he saw the familiar attire of the old man, which was the same as what Feng Du had worn before.

When he looked again, he recognized Fengdu.

At this time, Feng Du was at least twenty years older than when they met again in Longyang County, and looked to be in his seventies.

As soon as Xie Jingsheng finished shouting, everyone realized the existence of Feng Du. When they turned their heads to look at him, they saw that his face was full of wrinkles and his hair was completely white.

"You——" Wu Shaochun was surprised and was about to speak, but Feng Du waved his hand:
"It's just the price I have to pay for almost losing control of the ghost realm."

He still looked a little tired, and didn't really care about how old he looked:

"I am not young anymore. Besides, ghost riders don't judge their lifespan based on appearance—"

Compared to his old appearance, he was more worried about the seventeenth level of hell getting out of control and Zang Junji breaking out of the ghost realm.

That would be a real catastrophe for the world, and the Han Dynasty might follow the same path as the Former Han Dynasty.

However, he did not say such words at this time, but looked at Zhao Fusheng with a hidden look.

Coincidentally, Zhao Fusheng was also turning his head to look at him at this moment. The two of them looked at each other, and both of them had a look of understanding in their eyes.

The ghost realm of Fengdu dissipated.

But there was no dawn here, instead it was still shrouded in darkness.

A faint smell of blood lingered in everyone's nose. There was no wind in the ghost realm, and no insects or birds could be heard. The despair and fear of the survivors in the ghost realm formed a depressing atmosphere that shrouded every corner of the ghost realm.

But for the people who had just come out of the seventeenth level of hell, the oppressive feeling of the ghost realm here immediately weakened a lot.

Everyone returned to the Zhongdu Palace 58 years ago.

At this time, the headless ghost revived and entered the palace.

Judging from the smell of blood in the air, the headless ghost has already killed quite a few people by now - and most of those killed by it were ghost riders.

After killing the ghost rider, the headless ghost quickly advanced to the calamity level. In the worst case, he was promoted to the calamity level.

For those who had fought against the three-eyed evil ghost, passed through hell, and had brief dealings with Zang Junji and the ghost mother Tai Sui, facing only the headless ghost of the robbery level at this time seemed a lot easier.

Everyone turned around and looked around to get a clear idea of ​​their location, only to find that they had just entered Zhongdu City and had not even climbed the stone steps yet.

I saw many headless corpses on the stone steps leading to Zhongdu.

These corpses fell to the ground in rows like ears of rice harvested in autumn.

"According to the original plan, we will go to the Central Palace first."

Zhao Fusheng said.

The others nodded.

Everyone stopped talking and quickly climbed up the stone steps.

Xu Yu had just come out of the ghost realm and was very curious about everything around her - she had been trapped in the ghost palace for nearly two hundred years and her impression of the outside world had long been blurred.

But the child was sensible and knew that this was not a good time for him to speak, so he suppressed his curiosity and followed Meng Po obediently.

"The people from the Demon Suppression Department should be trapped in the Chongde Hall now."

Feng Du said in a deep voice.

Everyone went up the stairs and saw the familiar Chongde Hall gate.

After experiencing the seventeen levels of the ghost realm, when everyone saw the gate of Chongde Hall again, they felt a little scalp-numbing, and no one dared to push the door for a while.

When Zhao Fusheng first looked at the tightly closed door, his eyebrows twitched twice.

But she took two deep breaths, quickly suppressed her inner resistance, and walked forward and knocked on the door: Bang bang bang!

The ghost realm was extremely quiet, and the sound of her knocking spread quickly, almost waking up the dark night. Perhaps some of the people in the capital outside the central palace could hear it clearly.

After she knocked on the door, there was silence for a moment.

After a while, nothing unusual happened, and Zhao Fusheng raised his hand and knocked on the door again.

Along with the thumping sound, she asked:

"Is there anyone alive inside?"

As soon as she spoke, she heard rapid panting sounds coming from inside.

"There's someone outside the house. Is it a person or a ghost? Uh-huh——"

Before the man could finish his words, his mouth seemed to be blocked by someone.

But after the two sides had a dialogue, everyone felt relieved.

"Nonsense, can a dead person still speak?" Xie Jingsheng frowned and shouted:

"Where are the people from the Demon Suppression Department?"

"The evil spirit has revived and has broken into Zhongdu."

Someone in the hall said:
"We killed quite a few people from the Demon Suppression Division, and the remaining adults have already taken refuge in the palace."

"Where is the Emperor?"

Zhao Fusheng asked.

The person inside heard her voice, hesitated for a moment, and then asked:

"May I ask where are you guys outside from? How did you get in here?"

"Cut the nonsense!"

Fan Bisi said unhappily:

"Do you have the right to ask back questions when our master asks you? Open the door quickly, or we will remove it!"

His words shocked and angered the people in the hall:
"Where did you come from, you arrogant boy, to speak like that? This is the capital of the Imperial Capital. Even if you are a ghost rider, how dare you be so arrogant in the city—"

Liu Jiuzhen smiled and said:
"A headless ghost has already raided the base camp, what about Zhongdu City?"

When he said this, a dark light flashed in his eyes:

"Even if you have a lot of king generals and golden generals, do you have the time to teach us a lesson now?" After saying this, he laughed twice more:

"hey-hey."

The two laughs made everyone in the hall fall backward in anger and become silent.

Fan Wujiu is fearless and fearless:
"Sir, what are we afraid of? We can just lure the headless ghost over here and kill them indiscriminately. Whoever we kill will die."

As soon as he said this, the people in Wan'an County thought it made sense and nodded involuntarily. When the people in Chongde Hall heard this, they were so anxious that they foamed at the mouth: "How can this be possible?"

"You're about to know that it's useless, why don't you open the door?"

Zhao Fusheng sneered:
"We have come a long way and don't want to be turned away all the time."

This reincarnation journey 58 years ago made Zhao Fusheng feel terrible.

Zhang Chuanshi died in the old Zang family ancestral hall, and everyone experienced another trip to hell. At this time, the case of the headless ghost has not been solved yet, but the people in Zhongdu city are hesitant and stop people outside.

She gradually lost her patience and was about to force her way in - but the people in the hall backed off first.

"Don't break the door, we'll just open it."

Someone added:
"You have something to say."

After he finished speaking, several extremely light footsteps were heard. Zhao Fusheng listened carefully and heard one set of footsteps going towards the back of the hall, while the other set of footsteps came towards the front of the hall.

The two people acted in completely opposite directions, and it was obvious that someone had gone to tip them off.

It seems that the Demon Suppression Division and the Emperor are not hiding here.

After a moment, the sound of the wooden bolt being taken away from the door was heard from inside.

Since one person couldn't carry the child, he called several others to help.

In the dark night, the sound was particularly harsh. The people in the hall worked in fear, working for a while and then pausing for a moment.

Just like that, amidst Fan Wujiu's cursing, the palace door finally slowly opened.

"What the hell? It's so dark, why don't you turn on the lights?"

When Fan Wujiu saw that it was dark inside, he couldn't help but complain.

"Shh-"

The person who opened the door in the hall put his hand on his lips, signaling Fan Wujiu to speak more quietly.

He was wearing the uniform of a palace guard and his face was filled with panic.

Zhao Fusheng was the first to enter the palace. As soon as he entered the palace gate, he told Meng Po:
"Light the lamp first."

"You can't click it——"

Everyone in the hall tried to stop them.

Meng Po doesn't care about that.

When she heard this, she turned to look at the ferocious guard at the door.

The guard subconsciously raised his knife:

"No lights!"

As soon as the guard finished speaking, he saw that the expression of the old woman in front of him suddenly changed.

She was still smiling, but there was a dark red haze around her eyes and the bridge of her nose, making the smile look a little spooky.

Suddenly someone realized something and exclaimed:
“Blood, blood!”

When this person finished shouting, the guard holding the knife was puzzled at first, but when he subconsciously avoided looking at Meng Po's face that frightened him, he noticed that there was a hole in Meng Po's chest at some point, and blood was flowing out of the hole.

The blood was dark red, and wherever it went, it made the wounds open wider.

In a moment, it was torn into a hole as big as a bowl.

No ribs were seen at the entrance of the hole, but instead a dead person's skull was stuffed inside.

The guard holding the knife froze in place.

Blood and smoke slowly gushed out of the skull, and a gurgling sound could be heard from inside, like a boiling boiler.

Then a strange smell that made him feel a little scared came from the skeleton's mouth, and this smell had a strange power that attracted him to come closer.

Meng Po had a bowl of soup in her hand and handed it to him:

"Guest, would you like some soup?"

Once you drink this bowl of soup, all the pains and happiness in your life, your relatives, enemies, worries and concerns in this world will be washed away immediately.

People's consciousness is dispersed, their obsessions are eliminated, and evil spirits will no longer revive after death.

The guard stretched out his hand to take it, as if possessed.

At this moment, Zhao Fusheng shouted helplessly:
"Mengba!"

Her old illness has come back.

"Don't serve soup to guests casually."

Zhao Fusheng said:

"The headless ghost hasn't been dealt with yet."

As soon as she finished speaking, Meng Po's smile froze.

The guard's hand that was reaching for the soup bowl froze in mid-air. In the short while that had passed, he had regained consciousness. He saw Meng Po pour the soup bowl back into the mouth of the skull on her chest and sighed with regret:
"It looks like now is not a good time for you to drink soup. I hope I can treat you in the future."

"No, no, no -"

The guard's face turned pale as paper and he waved his hands desperately.

At this time, there was a ghost head hidden in Meng Po's chest, and a bowl of inexplicable soup. At the same time, the blood on her body slowly rose into the air and turned into a bright red blood moon, shining on her head.

The shadows of the grooves on Meng Po's face that he had seen before were formed by the light of the blood moon.

In such a situation, even a fool would know that Meng Po is no ordinary person.

"Ghost, ghost, ghost master!"

He immediately knelt down and said, "I wonder if it's the adults from the Demon Suppression Division..."

While speaking, the guard felt uneasy and confused: the headless ghost had been resurrected for some time, and this ghost was particularly evil. It would kill both humans and ghosts, but if there was a ghost present, it would kill the ghost first and then the human.

Since its resurrection as an evil spirit, many people in the Imperial Capital Demon Suppression Division have suffered from its vicious hands.

Moreover, its rules are special, and it seems that the ordinary demon-suppressing ghost masters are helpless against it.

Under such circumstances, even ghost riders are defeated by it, so why did this group of people swagger into Zhongdu and dare to use the power of evil spirits at will? Aren't they afraid of attracting the headless ghost to kill people?

He thought so in his heart, but didn't dare to ask more questions.

Remembering that his colleagues had gone to recruit people earlier, he felt more certain and said:

"Please, sirs, have mercy on me and spare my life."

Meng Po put down the soup bowl, slowly took out the fire starter, and asked after hearing this:

"Where's the light? Turn it on first."

Although they didn't understand why Meng Po still wanted to light the lamp at this time, she was a ghost rider and didn't look easy to mess with. Others didn't dare to refute her. Although they were afraid, they still led the way.

Meng Po lit the lamp with a fire stick, and soon the hall was illuminated.

When Zhao Fusheng looked inside the hall again, he found that it was very spacious and there were quite a few living people, at least fifty or sixty.

Among these people, most of them looked elegant and should be court officials, with attendants and palace maids mixed in.

Wherever Zhao Fusheng looked, people dared not breathe and were also looking at this group of people.

The most strange person in the Wan'an County group was Liu Yizhen, who was carrying the coffin. But after the trip to Shangyang County, he lost the belongings left by Liu Huacheng, and now he was free from the coffin.

In the eyes of everyone, the most terrifying thing was naturally Meng Po, who had just revealed her human form as a ghost.

In addition, this group of people included both men and women, old and young, but it was Meng Po's skills that made everyone dare not underestimate this group of people.

"Who's in charge here? I have something to ask."

Zhao Fusheng spoke.

As soon as she finished speaking, everyone's eyes turned to a middle-aged man.

This man was of medium height, with a fat head and big ears. When everyone saw him, he was a little frightened:

"me--"