I become a god in another world

Chapter 599 Case Closed
Chapter 599

Zhao Fusheng's shout was low and cold, drowning out the ghost actress's high-pitched singing.

The musicians stopped at once.

Under the powerful force of the List of Gods, all the actions of the evil ghosts were suppressed.

Liu Chunquan's pale face turned around, and his pair of gray-blue eyes stared straight at Zhao Fusheng.

The laws of evil spirits are ready to take effect.

After absorbing the resurrected evil spirit from the Headless Ghost Case, the Ghost Troupe's strength increased slightly - the evil spirit now had power and wanted to resist.

The scene of the ghosts turning their heads and staring at her shocked everyone, and made Feng Du and others silent.

Liu Yizhen, Wu Shaochun and others were on edge.

But Zhao Fusheng is no longer the same as before. After experiencing numerous ghost disasters and entering the seventeen levels of hell, she has already mastered the Investiture of the Gods to a great extent.

The moment the Huangquan Opera Troupe stopped and looked at her, her eyes turned cold and she shouted in a low voice:
"The Huangquan Opera Troupe is back!"

As he spoke, the List of Gods appeared.

Under Zhao Fusheng's feet, the shadows of hell gathered and formed a small abyss.

She stood in mid-air like an isolated island floating in the abyss. Behind her, a gloomy and towering ghost monument slowly emerged.

As the dark shadow of the ghost monument appeared, the shrine imprisoned in the ghost monument emerged. Several ghosts and gods imprisoned in the shrine opened their eyes at the same time, coldly spying on the ghost troupe. The power of the evil ghosts instantly subdued the ghost troupe that tried to resist Zhao Fusheng.

Liu Chunquan closed his eyes.

The musicians helplessly turned into black gas and dispersed on the stage one by one.

The bodies of the ghost actresses fell to the ground like quicksand, the stage collapsed, the evil ghosts sitting at the tables and chairs under the stage hid, and the table disappeared.

……

In an instant, all the evil spirits disappeared without a trace and turned into a ghost seal, which was held in Zhao Fusheng's hand and then sent back to the List of Gods.

After doing all this, the black air that shrouded the top of Zhongdu City dissipated.

The sky was turning pale.

The eerie and spooky voice of a woman's opera voice still seemed to echo in everyone's hearts. The ghost domain dissipated, but the bloody smell left by the evil ghosts after the slaughter was no longer concealed, and turned into a thick breath of death that rushed into everyone's nostrils.

However, it was precisely because of these smells that everyone finally felt a sense of reality that they had escaped death.

There were traces of evil spirits moving around the hall, and the blood where Lord Xie died had not yet dried.

Everyone was silent for a long while, looking at each other, not daring to say a word.

Zhao Fusheng took back the ghost troupe and looked at everyone:

"The ghost disaster is over."

As soon as she finished speaking, a reminder from the Conferred God List came from her sea of ​​consciousness:
Congratulations to the host for successfully resolving the headless ghost disaster in the Han Dynasty in 189, and cleaning up the aftermath for the imperial capital.

A petty official in the imperial capital, a grain of sand in the world. He carried out private executions with heroic spirit and was eventually killed on the beheading platform.

Note: When it was alive, it was a law enforcement officer who hated evil the most; after its death, it captured hundreds of ghosts and became the messenger of ghosts.

Note: It once had a close friend in its lifetime who had promised it a promise. Host, are you the close friend it is looking for?
People have their own laws, and ghosts have their own punishments.

You have found out its past, traced its life, and learned the cause of its death, and it is willing to be driven by you.

It has justice in its heart and is a ghost messenger born out of necessity.

Before his death, the Horse-Faced Demon made a vow to capture all the evil spirits in the world.

When you use the power of Yin Cha, evil spirits below the robbery level will be frightened by you.

……

During the Headless Ghost Disaster in 189 of the Han Dynasty, the host solved the Headless Ghost case and subdued and sealed a total of 32 disasters of varying sizes caused by the Headless Ghost, rewarding a total of 288000 merit points.

This ghost robbery was special, with a wide coverage and strong lethality. Many people from the five cities died, and 50000 merit points were deducted.

Where there is punishment there must be reward.

This disaster should have caused the downfall of the Han Dynasty and the demise of the people in the capital, but the host was all-powerful and nipped the disaster in the bud, resulting in the majority of survivors. This made the Demon Suppression Division more prestigious, and the people were grateful, so he was rewarded with 500000 merit points.

The one who controls the List of Gods is a man of virtue, and hopes that the host will regard all living beings in the world as the master.

He can control ghosts, subdue them, and protect the people.

Hell is empty, evil spirits are in the world.

I hope the host can completely control the List of Gods as soon as possible, rebuild his own order, and rebuild hell.

The great ghost was conferred as a god, and hundreds of ghosts were sent into reincarnation, returning peace and brightness to the human world.

People have their own way, and ghosts have their own place.

Host, is hell the final destination for evil spirits?
……

Everything returned to silence, and the merit value in Zhao Fusheng's sea of ​​consciousness had reached 1018000.

The tense nerves in her mind relaxed briefly.

When Zhao Fusheng saw so many merit points, he immediately sank his consciousness into hell.

Investiture of the Gods Tip: Do you want to consume 500000 merit points to open the eleventh level of hell?
The merit value for opening hell increased again. Zhao Fusheng hesitated for a moment and finally chose no.

The tenth level of hell was already overcrowded with ghosts, and her merit points were enough to open another level of hell, but now was not a good time to open the eleventh level of hell.

After the case of the headless ghost was solved, she would return to the year 248 of the Han Dynasty. She would keep her merit points to open two lists and confer titles on Qiao Yuesheng and Liu Huacheng.

Zhao Fusheng withdrew his consciousness from the List of Conferred Gods, and seeing the curious and anxious eyes of the people around him, he smiled and said:
"Everyone, the ghost case has been solved."

She spoke again gently.

The others breathed a sigh of relief after receiving her affirmative answer.

The sky began to brighten, and the sun slowly rose in the east of the capital, which had not seen sunlight for a long time.

The sun shines through the clouds, and today is a nice, sunny day.

"This time the ghost disaster affected a wide area, and many people died—"

When Zhao Fusheng said this, he paused for a moment.

There may be some human disasters hidden under the ghost disasters. There are always some villains who will take advantage of the opportunity when evil ghosts are rampant to commit crimes.

"The court will need to send more personnel to handle the aftermath."

She looked around, her eyes falling on Feng Du, Liu Yuan and others when they were young:
"The most urgent task is for the imperial court to take action and collect the bodies, so that no one can collect them and the bodies will rot and cause a plague."

Liu Yuan glanced at the young man beside him, and the man immediately replied respectfully:
"I will follow your arrangements."

Liu Yuan whispered:
"This is the prince."

The Demon Suppression Division dealt with matters related to ghosts, while government affairs were the responsibility of the imperial court.

Zhao Fusheng took a look at the prince and suddenly remembered that when he first went to Baozhi County to handle a case and stayed overnight at Ding'an Tower, Zheng He mentioned the origin of Ding'an Tower. More than 50 years ago, Emperor Ding'an, who was still a prince, had been to Ding'an Tower in Baozhi County.

It is precisely because the emperor once stayed here that the ancient building established its status.

The Emperor Ding'an that Zheng He mentioned at that time should be the young prince in front of him.

The prince became a little nervous when he saw her.

Zhao Fusheng and his group have unknown origins, but they are very powerful.

The ghost troupe she had previously controlled had no record in the Demon Suppression Bureau, but she controlled it very steadily, and there was no sign of the evil ghosts reviving - and as soon as she made a move, the crisis in the Imperial Capital was swept away in an instant. Such power was something that even the Imperial Capital's Golden Generals, or even the Emperor's Generals, could not achieve, it was extraordinary.

The key point is that such a person has never appeared in the records of the Demon Suppression Bureau.

"Since the prince has agreed, I am relieved."

Zhao Fusheng nodded and said:

"This year, the imperial capital suffered a disaster. The people suffered a lot and countless people were killed and injured—" She said this and looked at the young Fengdu:
"Lord Fengdu, I want to ask you for a favor."

Feng Du's eyelids twitched, and the elderly Feng Du standing next to Zhao Fusheng put his hands into his sleeves. Hearing this, a faint smile appeared on his face.

"Please speak, sir." Young Feng had no idea what was going on. When he heard her call out her name, he was mentally prepared that she would ask for the item.

The Demon Suppression Bureau of the Han Dynasty has been passed down to this day, and there are indeed some precious items, but I don’t know what she wants.

Just as I was daydreaming, I heard Zhao Fusheng say:

"Lord Fengdu, for the people in the imperial capital who were affected by the disaster this year, would you consider wiping out their taxes for one year?"

After all, ghost plagues are man-made disasters.

Feng Du was prepared for her to ask for a huge amount of money, but he didn't expect her to make such a request.

He was stunned for a long while, and a look of embarrassment appeared on his face.

Xie Jingsheng looked bleak, with nameless anger surging in his heart.

He was upset and saw that Feng Du was indifferent to Zhao Fusheng's words, so he turned and looked at Feng Du in his old age.

However, the emperor put his hands into his sleeves, closed his eyes and looked like he was resting, as if he didn't want to get involved in the matter.

Wu Shaochun was angry:

"Master Fengdu, we have contributed manpower and effort, and have gone through untold hardships to suppress the evil spirits. You just made this request, not asking for gold or silver. Can't you agree to this?"

Fan Bidi nodded:
"Yes."

When the young Feng Du heard this, he smiled bitterly:
"If you want gold or silver, it would be easier."

Zhao Fusheng was also a shrewd man. After hearing this, he vaguely guessed the hidden meaning behind his words.

Fengdu glanced at her and said:

"I don't know your name or where you are from, but since you are a colleague in the Demon Suppression Division, you should know that there are some things that we are powerless to do."

Fan Wujiu was about to get angry when he heard this, Feng Du said helplessly:

"This headless ghost case involves a wide range of people, and many ghost riders have died. The families of these deceased need to be comforted—"

Once the situation is appeased and the aftermath is cleaned up, money will be needed.

The surviving ghost riders will be affected by the ghost disaster and are likely to lose control.

When an ordinary person loses control, the impact is small, but when a ghost rider loses control, the impact is great.

"You've said so much, but in the end, isn't it just that you're afraid of wolves in front and tigers behind?" Meng Po snorted coldly:
"We don't have so much trouble in Wan'an County."

Liu Yizhen and others also nodded.

Feng Du smiled bitterly:
"Today, there are only so many ghost riders—"

Those who survived are the elite, and there are also strong ones in the Imperial Capital, but the powerful Ghost Riders cannot waste so much energy on infighting among themselves.

There are endless ghost cases in the world.

The ghost riders below are just consumables consumed in the ghost disaster. They have a high chance of death, a short lifespan, great risks, and are the most uncontrollable.

The more powerful ghost handlers are afraid of the revival of evil spirits, and most of the time they dare not take action, nor can they take action easily. This intimidates the ghost handlers below more than the actual attack.

Unless things become unbearable, the Imperial Capital Demon Suppression Division generally adopts a tolerant attitude.

This is the current situation of the Han Dynasty.

"never mind."

Zhao Fusheng also understood the reason, and she suddenly felt an indescribable feeling of tiredness.

Experiencing several ghost disasters did not make her tired, but when it came to the real situation, she felt a little overwhelmed:
"I am just suggesting it. It is up to you to do it or not."

She said coldly:
"If you don't have the courage to manage and restrain the ghost riders, you will face backlash one day."

The peace we see now is not real peace. As long as people are resentful, evil spirits will always run rampant.

"No matter whether the imperial court is destroyed or not, it will not be destroyed in the next few decades. The mess you cannot clean up can be left for later."

There was a fierce look in her eyes:
"If it falls into my hands, I won't tolerate it."

Feng Du gave a bitter smile.

The elderly Feng Du, who was dozing off, opened his eyes at some point. He looked at Zhao Fusheng with a sharp look in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a smile.

……

"At this point, I wonder where you all came from. You all have made great contributions to this case. Later, our Demon Suppression Division will arrange tables to welcome you."

Fengdu arranged:
"I don't recognize you all. Your names are not registered in the Devil Suppression Division's fate book, but based on your abilities, the Devil Suppression Division will request titles for you all."

After he said this, Liu Yizhen and Meng Po turned to look at Zhao Fusheng.

Fan Wujiu was simple-minded. When he heard the good news, he immediately forgot his previous anger and said with a smile:

"Our Lord is at least at the level of a Gold General, right?"

"Jin Jiang?"

Zhao Fusheng frowned.

General Jin was indeed her goal, but now it seems that her goal at that time was a little too small.

She glanced at the elderly Feng Du beside her. Feng Du was already a king general at such an old age. Although he controlled the seventeen levels of hell and trapped Zang Junji, he made great contributions and the title of king general was well deserved - but she was not bad either.

She holds the List of Gods in her hand, is younger than Fengdu, and is in a more stable condition. Her future achievements will not be inferior to Fengdu's.

General Jin now looks down on her.

"Forget it, we'll talk about these things later."

Zhao Fusheng shook his head.

She originally wanted gold and silver as a reward, but thinking of the current situation in the capital, she wanted to take more, because in the future the missing silver would always be exploited from the people.

Thinking of this, she felt a little melancholy:
"This time I'm doing good things for a good person, and I don't want anything."

While talking, Xie Jingsheng suddenly said:
"Fusheng, when are you going to go back?"

After all, 58 years ago was not a place where everyone stayed. Everyone came here because of the law of reincarnation. Now that the case is over, it is natural for them to return to the "future".

Zhao Fusheng has a ghost car, which allows him to travel through time and space and return to the spring of 248 of the Han Dynasty.

She looked at Xie Jingsheng.

The golden general, who had been acting lazy since he appeared, now looked miserable with bloodshot eyes.

He was a smart man, and he might have guessed the death of Lord Xie through clues.

For the people from Wan'an County, there was nothing worth lingering about in the imperial capital 58 years ago - Zang Xiongwu, the only person who had a grudge against them, had taken the opportunity to escape from the imperial capital during the turmoil caused by the headless ghost disaster.

The world is so big that it’s impossible to find him in a short time.

And history is a foregone conclusion. There may be twists and turns in the process, but the final result will only go in one direction.

Zhao Fusheng was unwilling to challenge the established facts, nor did she want to create any more trouble at this time - the feud between her and Paper Man Zhang would end completely one day in the future.

This is not the right time.

But Xie Jingsheng is different.

He was born several decades ago. The current Imperial Capital is his birthplace and his former hometown. His relatives are here, and he might want to go back and visit them.

Thinking of this, Zhao Fusheng said:
"We still have some time, why don't you take a break tonight and relax. We will set off back tomorrow morning."

After she said this, Xie Jingsheng's eyes softened.

(End of this chapter)