I become a god in another world

Chapter 598 Twist of fate
Chapter 598

The black fog that had shrouded the sky over the capital for who knows how long was slowly disappearing.

It was almost dawn.

The surviving family realized that the crisis might have passed through the dim light coming through the cracks in the door and on the roof.

"H-his father--has the ghost been subdued?"

A woman holding a child asked in a trembling voice.

The man nodded silently.

"Are we safe?"

The man remained silent and nodded again.

"The adults in the Demon Suppression Bureau are really powerful. The ghost was driven away, and our Waer survived at least." The woman was very grateful for surviving the disaster and kept chattering.

As she spoke, she reached out and stroked the child's head.

After a while, the man said in a muffled voice:

“…I don’t know how much taxes will increase next year.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the light in the woman's eyes dimmed, wrinkles appeared between her brows, and her face was full of sorrow.

Finally, the couple looked at each other, sighed deeply at the same time, and lowered their heads.

But when they looked at the children in their arms, a glimmer of hope appeared in their originally dead eyes.

……

Such scenes appeared in thousands of households in the imperial capital.

At the same time, at the entrance of the alley of the Zang Family's old ancestral hall, Zang Xiongwu returned after surviving a disaster.

He stood at the entrance of the alley with a complicated look on his face.

This trip to Zhongdu Hell had a great impact on his soul. He was in a state of confusion, feeling both terrified and relieved, as well as a bit bewildered.

He thought that his ancestor, who had once controlled and suppressed ghosts and made great contributions to the world - he had high hopes and wanted to use him to avenge the death of his wife and daughter, turned out to be a ghost after many years.

He hated ghosts, was disgusted by ghosts, and despised ghosts, but he was also afraid of them. However, during his trip to hell, he escaped death and also controlled ghosts.

Can he still be considered a human being now?
He desperately wanted to return to the Zang family, to see familiar people, to meet familiar faces, and to use everything familiar to calm his chaotic thoughts and regain his previous state of mind.

Zang Xiongwu walked back home in a daze, and he stepped into the alley.

The road was still very bad, and some of the houses on both sides were covered with blood. There was a dead silence inside the blood. It was obvious that the neighbors in the house had already been killed in this ghost disaster.

Zang Xiongwu walked in and when he came to a low shed, he saw that the door was closed and there was no blood on it.

He was delighted and walked towards the wall, putting his ear against the wall to listen inside.

Since he mastered the art of controlling ghosts, his five senses have become particularly powerful and he can now hear the rapid, suppressed breathing coming from within.

There are still living people in the house.

"Brother Hu, Brother Hu——"

Realizing this, Zang Xiongwu was delighted. He reached out and knocked on the door and shouted twice.

The shout was particularly loud in the quiet alley.

There was a rustling sound from inside. It was obvious that the people in the room were also very excited after hearing his voice and wanted to come forward to open the door.

But as soon as the man moved, he was grabbed by someone.

Then the woman's complaining, fearful voice sounded:

"You don't want your life?!"

She lowered her voice and said, "Do you know whether it's a human or a ghost outside? How dare you open the door casually?"

"It sounds like Lao Wu," a cowering man lowered his voice and said:

"There's something fishy going on outside. Maybe he's in some trouble—"

Mrs. Hu stopped him:
"What's the problem? There's no one decent in his family. He runs a lantern shop, but he doesn't do any serious work. He hangs out with a bunch of bad friends every day."

She complained:

"I think his wife is the same. She hangs around with him every day and doesn't look serious. Recently, he has a friend who is a murderer. He often comes to drink. As for that Rakshasa, I saw that he had a face full of fat and didn't look like a good person--"

"Chaser Luo is an official, and he helps everyone a lot." Her husband retorted in a low voice.

Mrs. Hu said:

"They killed people and got beheaded. How can anything good happen?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the man responded:

"That's true. I heard that a lot of people were killed. It's really scary."

"The disaster was caused by the third son of the Zang family." Mrs. Hu said:

"The whole family is like a jinx."

The couple thought they spoke in low voices, but after Zang Xiongwu controlled the ghost, his five senses became very sharp and he heard every word of their conversation.

Zang Xiongwu had been experiencing a sudden change and his temperament was already extreme. When he heard these words, blood rushed to his head.

He clenched his fists, anger boiling in his heart.

"Brother Hu, are you all right?"

After a while, he suppressed the anger in his heart and asked calmly:
"There was a ghost disaster earlier, and many neighbors in the alley were affected."

"It's Zang Laowu. He's knocking on the door now. Maybe he's encountered some kind of accident."

When Brother Hu heard this, he wanted to get up again, but Sister Hu held him back again:
"Don't open the door yet. Check through the door to see if it's a human or a ghost."

After the ghost disaster occurred in the imperial capital, the people became very cautious, fearing that they would be killed by the evil spirits.

The couple came out rustling and squatted by the door.

The door panel moved slightly.

Amid the sound of "clang clang", two pairs of eyes saw Zang Xiongwu standing outside through the crack in the door.

He went through many hardships before escaping from the gates of hell.

In the seventeenth level of hell, he nearly died at the hands of the nameless ghost (Paper Man Zhang). His head was chopped off but he survived. However, the blood that spilled when his head was cut off stained his clothes.

When the Hu couple saw his appearance through the crack in the door, they were terrified.

He had put his head back together, and the head of the headless ghost Rakshasa was hidden in the shadows.

But half of Zang Xiongwu's head was assembled with one of Zang Junji's eyeballs, and there were scars on his body left by the parasitism of Zang Junji's eyeball - those large and small blood blisters dried up and formed blood scabs, which added a solemn and murderous feeling to Zang Xiongwu's face.

Brother Hu, who had originally intended to open the door, became scared after seeing him like this.

"Are you Lao Wu?" Brother Hu asked timidly through the door.

A hint of sarcasm emerged in Zang Xiongwu's heart.

It is said that when people leave, the tea gets cold.

Before he even left, these old neighbors who had lived next to him for many years kept their distance from him.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but want to laugh.

"Yes." He replied lightly and touched the scabbard left by Luosha in his sleeve.

The couple in the room were pushing each other quietly, and Mrs. Hu urged Mr. Hu to drive the people away, but the man was weak and dared not make a sound. No matter how Mrs. Hu pushed him, he just clasped his hands in his arms, hung his head and said nothing.

"You, what are you doing at my door? You said there's a ghost outside, go home quickly--"

Mrs. Hu urged.

Zang Xiongwu laughed.

He sighed:
"Mrs. Hu, I have something to ask of you."

When Mrs. Hu heard this, she shook her head instinctively: "We are all poor, how can we help you?"

Zang Xiongwu pretended not to hear her words and said directly:
"Something bad happened in my family. Something happened to Qingmei, Qingmei and Nannan, leaving Chuanshi alone at home—"

When he mentioned his wife and daughter, his teeth were clenched, his jaw was tight, his lips trembled, and his tone was filled with painful forbearance:
"I plan to fight the ghost, and I want to entrust my son to you to take care of him for me—"

When he said this, the consciousness in his body seemed to be split into two just like his head. One part of the consciousness was thinking: He was harmed by ghosts, his family was broken up, and he would have an endless feud with ghosts in this life.

He wants to kill all the evil spirits in the world and restore peace to the human world.

But he himself is a ghost, and he deserves to die!

If he died, it would be best if the child could be left in the care of others and grow up normally.

But at the same time, another dark thought was growing in his mind: the Hu couple were short-sighted, selfish and mean, and since he was entrusting his child to them, it was very likely that they would not want to get involved in this trouble.

If these two people refuse, it will show that they have vicious hearts.

People in the world are cowardly, incompetent, and selfish. Such people are like rats when they are alive. They are of no benefit to the world and are like termites that survive in this world. If they die, their evil spirits may revive and become a scourge to the world.

He thought to himself: I'll give these two people one last chance.

If they still have a trace of conscience and agree to take care of my son for me, I will give them all my property, deal with the ghost disaster in the capital, and then commit suicide here;

But if the couple refused his request, he would enforce justice on the behalf of Heaven and eliminate the disasters that might arise in the future in advance.

……

Zang Xiongwu's character began to change drastically at this moment.

When he thought about killing someone, he didn't feel panic at all. Instead, he felt a bit of bloodthirsty excitement and anticipation.

"Take care of?" Brother Hu's eyes flashed and he turned to look at his wife with an embarrassed look.

Mrs. Hu's face drooped, and deep wrinkles appeared at the corners of her mouth:

"Old Five, I'm not saying anything bad about you, but it's hard for every family these days. How can a family have an extra mouthful of food? You shouldn't even mention this."

After she finished speaking, she couldn't help but lecture him:
"If you ask me, your family has a craft inherited from ancestors and a shop, and you all work harder and don't be lazy, how can you not support a son? You spend all your money on buying wine and food and entertaining some shady friends all day long—"

Zang Xiongwu couldn't help but laugh softly after hearing this.

He used to have a good temper and was popular with people. He rarely got angry when people joked with him.

For some reason, when he grinned again at this moment, Brother Hu was frightened and felt his body go hairy, as if he was dying.

He pulled his wife and said:

"do not talk."

"Why don't you say anything? Maybe this disaster in his family was brought upon himself—"

Mrs. Hu couldn't stand it any longer.

Zang Xiongwu had already guessed this result. He looked at Mrs. Hu steadily:

"I asked you for help, and you just said whether to help or not. Why do I need you to tell me what to do when I'm doing something for others?"

"Hey--"

Perhaps because he had a good temper in the past, Mrs. Hu was not afraid of him, and had no idea that a disaster was about to happen:
"Why are you so harsh when you talk? You don't even have the right attitude when asking for help. If you leave your little boy in my house, I won't have enough rice and food to feed him—"

Zang Xiongwu interrupted her:

"Mrs. Hu, let me ask you again, will you help me or not?"

"No help!" Mrs. Hu frowned and refused.

Zang Xiongwu did not get angry but laughed:
"Sister-in-law, you broke your leg, and Brother Hu said he couldn't save you and wanted to arrange a funeral for you. It was Qingmei who took care of you, brought you soup and water every day, and cleaned you. Otherwise, how could you have recovered?"

When Mrs. Hu heard this, her voice suddenly became much quieter:

"I, I didn't ask her to do this. Besides, I broke my leg. Who knows who deliberately dug up the road to harm me?"

She turned the tables:
"Otherwise, you two, the one who repairs the road, the one who serves, don't you have something to hide?"

As she muttered, her fate was already determined.

Zang Xiongwu sighed secretly: He wanted to be a good person till the end, but things did not go as he wished.

There is always more evil than good in this world.

Ghosts are the greatest evil that is the result of the sum of all the evil in human nature, and the Hu couple vividly demonstrate the greed and selfishness in human nature.

Zang Xiongwu was in the early stages of his ghost-controlling career, and his mind was not stable. His encounter with these two people brought about a radical change in his ideas, which also changed the outcomes of many people and many things.

……

In the city of Zhongdu, Zhao Fusheng summoned a ghost troupe to appear, attracting all the evil spirits in the capital.

The dark air in the palace once again covered the sky, and the wind blew so hard that it almost blew the roof off the palace.

The ghost troupe sang "Eh, eh, ah, ah".

Evil ghosts shuttled back and forth under the stage, and the ghost shadows moved between the buildings, shocking all the people and ghost riders.

58 years ago, Feng Du was lured by the ghost troupe and couldn't help but want to move towards the troupe.

Fan Wujiu held him up, his legs shaking, and he shouted:
"You don't want to die--"

King of Chu Liu Yuan, court officials, eunuchs, and palace maids all seemed to have their souls sucked away. Fortunately, Liu Yizhen and Wu Shaochun took action and held these people down.

Zhao Fusheng devoted himself to controlling the ghost troupe and left these trivial matters to others to handle.

Kuai Manzhou closed the door tightly, and ghost flowers appeared on the ground, entangled the survivors' footsteps.

It can only entangle living people, but it can lead ghosts.

The ghost riders who died in the headless ghost case, the out-of-control evil spirits, and the resurrected ghosts were all inspired by the opera troupe and joined them.

The wind was blowing violently and black air was rising into the sky.

This scene is both shocking and has a strange sense of order.

People from the Demon Suppression Division 58 years ago rushed over after hearing the news, and looked in horror as they saw the ghosts they once knew sitting in the opera troupe.

Everyone gathered around Feng Du without any prior arrangement.

Faced with such a scene, everyone was terrified - the troupe was full of ghosts from top to bottom, and the ghosts' aura was terrifying, at least reaching the level of calamity.

The most terrifying thing is that there are about ten small tables under the stage.

The table was surrounded by dead people with stiff expressions, their grey-black eyes staring straight in the direction of the stage. It was obvious that these special 'audiences' were all ghosts.

If there is any mistake, once the evil ghost here revives, it will cause consequences even more terrifying than the headless ghost.

"Sir, who are these people?" A ghost rider stood beside Feng Du and asked in a low voice:

"Have you ever heard of such a ghostly thing as this troupe, this troupe, before?"

When he was young, Feng Du shook his head.

Zhao Fusheng stood behind the stage. A ghost with a pale face followed her like a ghost, gesticulating from time to time as if "communicating" with her.

"Perhaps the troupe is controlled by her—" Feng Du said:

"From the current situation, she is not showing any signs of losing control. Let's wait and see."

Everyone was very uneasy.

But Feng Du had already spoken, so the others suppressed their anxiety and stopped talking.

In the dark shadows, evil spirits appeared frequently.

As soon as a ghost appeared, it was immediately led away by the servants of the ghost troupe and returned to its seat.

……

This scene lasted for more than a quarter of an hour as everyone watched in panic.

As the number of 'listeners' grew, the ghost troupe's evil aura grew stronger, and several ghost actresses looked eerie. Seeing that no new guests were arriving, several ghost actresses, musicians, and the troupe's owner Liu Chunquan all turned their heads at the same time and looked at the strangers in the palace of Zhongdu City.

The evil spirit's actions made everyone's heart tremble. Just when everyone was worried that the evil spirit would lose control, Zhao Fusheng held the Order of Conferred God and shouted softly:
"receive!"