I become a god in another world

Chapter 607 Leaving Shangyang County
Chapter 607
"What is the Demon Suppression Division trying to do?"

"Where's Master Zhu?"

"Is it because there was a ghost in the city a few days ago, and now they are preparing to perform a ritual?"

"If it was a practice, why didn't they inform us in advance to pay tribute?"

……

Everyone was talking in low voices, feeling confused and anxious.

Ma Chaoyuan also felt extremely uneasy.

The ordinary envoys of the Demon Suppression Division did not shout at anyone to leave, but instead formed a circle around them, forbidding them from approaching the inner court.

Zhao Fusheng was accustomed to summoning ghosts to produce seals under the gaze of everyone. This was a perfect opportunity to promote the worship of ghosts and gods. She walked to the table, then changed her mind and activated the List of Gods.

The ghost list slowly opened, and she took out the Order of Conferring Gods, and invited Erlang Shen out at the cost of deducting 50000 merit points.

Zhao Fusheng felt dark energy swirling in his sea of ​​consciousness, the List of Gods slowly unfolded, and blood flowed.

At the same time, the sky suddenly darkened in the Demon Suppression Division of Shangyang County.

When everyone looked up, they found that several dark clouds had floated in the sky and blocked the sun.

As soon as the sun disappears, the cold comes instantly.

'Woooo-'

There was a strong cold wind in the courtyard.

There was a shadow under Zhao Fusheng, but suddenly, her shadow changed.

The shadow became darker and began to slowly crawl along the soles of her feet.

No one could see the ghost monument on her body, but when the shadow of the monument slowly emerged, Zhao Fusheng felt her back sink, as if an invisible mountain was pressing on her shoulders.

Feng Du, who was originally drowsy, was stimulated by the power of the ghost monument. He took a deep breath and opened his eyes, with a gleam of light in his eyes.

At this moment, Ma Chaoyuan's eyelids twitched rapidly - a feeling of fear arose in his heart. This feeling was extremely familiar, as if a nightmare had revived. He shuddered, and when he looked carefully, he almost screamed.

I saw a very strange man standing beside Zhao Fusheng.

The man was in his early thirties, thin, with his eyes closed, but his complexion was an abnormally grayish-white.

This color doesn't look like that of a living person, but rather a corpse that has been dead for a long time.

No one noticed when 'he' appeared.

The man was wearing a strange black robe, but had a thin white cape tied behind him.

This outfit is incongruous and very strange, but upon closer inspection, it has a kind of fit that makes your scalp tingle.

Black air was swirling around the cloak.

Ma Chaoyuan was terrified after only one look at his face, and the evil spirit in his body seemed to be greatly frightened.

Just as he was panicking, he saw a drop of bright red blood oozing out of the man's forehead.

"Mr. Zhao——"

When Ma Chaoyuan saw this scene, he was about to shout, but suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his forehead and his eye sockets tightened.

"Close your eyes!"

Zhao Fusheng shouted:
“Don’t look the true God in the eye.”

When Ma Chaoyuan heard her words, he was so frightened that he immediately closed his eyes and lowered his head.

As soon as he closed his eyes, the blood in his eye sockets immediately squeezed out and flowed down his face.

Zang Xiongshan opened his third ghost eye, which was filled with resentful and evil energy, and he wanted to unfold the law mark.

However, as soon as the evil ghost moved, it was suppressed by Zhao Fusheng's merit points.

She asked the gods to return to their places.

The True God Erlang was suppressed by the List of Gods and stood there for a while. Then his ghost cloak moved without wind - a piece of human skin at the end of the cloak broke off silently and slowly flew from the evil ghost's body into the air.

When it fell to the ground, the small piece of ghost skin turned into an empty human figurine.

The man's skin was light and empty inside. The black air behind his head swung long behind him. His heels did not touch the ground when he walked, and the black air floated like hair, causing the minds of all those who witnessed this scene to go blank in an instant, and even their breathing stagnated, making them unable to react for a long time.

Ma Chaoyuan lowered his head and did not see the movement in front of him, but he sensed the subtle changes in the bodies of the envoys beside him at that moment.

Fear and despair are quietly transmitted in silence.

He felt like he was being scratched by a cat.

Zhao Fusheng's warning was still ringing in his ears, but fear captured his heart and he looked up for some reason.

This time he remembered to avoid looking directly into the eyes of the true God, and instead looked to the side of the ghost. Just then he saw the evil ghost in human skin floating towards the direction of the altar shrine under the guidance of Zhao Fusheng.

“…So it’s a ghost.”

In extreme fear, Ma Chaoyuan sighed secretly.

When Zhao Fusheng heard this while he was summoning ghosts, he couldn't help but shook his head.

She took a deep breath, looked at the ghosts circling around her, and shouted:

"Ma Chaoyuan!"

When she shouted, the ghost that was originally moving immediately stopped on tiptoe.

Ma Chaoyuan's heart immediately rose to his throat, and his whole body was shaking:

"Have!"

As he shouted, his eyes were wandering around and he kept staring at the ghost.

The ghost was originally heading towards the altar, but in the end it seemed that it could not find its destination, so it turned back and circled around Zhao Fusheng, doing this back and forth, which was terrifying to watch.

"Go get a stick of incense and call for the return of the True God Erlang."

When Ma Chaoyuan heard this, his face suddenly changed with fear. He stepped back instinctively, with a look of fear in his eyes:
"grown ups--"

As soon as he spoke, he saw Zhao Fusheng's cold expression, staring at him until his back felt numb.

Zhao Fusheng had just put the ghost seal on him so that he could do his best. Now that something was happening, there was no way he could retreat.

When Ma Chaoyuan realized this, he felt like crying but had no tears left.

He gritted his teeth and finally answered:

"Yes."

As he spoke, he took a step forward.

His usually brisk footsteps now seemed heavier than a thousand pounds, as if they were filled with lead.

Fortunately, the human-skin ghost was still circling around Zhao Fusheng and did not move towards him.

Ma Chaoyuan breathed a sigh of relief and, with great willpower, suppressed his fear. He walked to the table and picked up three incense sticks.

He lit the incense with shaking hands, and the moment the incense aroma rose, a cold and eerie wind blew from the back of his neck.

"big--"

"Don't be distracted. Put the incense in the censer and pray for 'Erlang Zhenshen to return and protect the people of Shangyang County.'"

Zhao Fusheng spoke slowly and calmly.

Now that things have come to this, there is no room for Ma Chaoyuan to regret.

In despair, he held the incense in both hands, and a layer of cool and thin human skin appeared on his back without him noticing.

The breath of the ghost enveloped his body.

Ma Chaoyuan's mind went blank, his eyes were covered with a layer of white mist, and his eyeballs and whites were all covered by a layer of strange human skin.

But the strange thing was that the incense in his hand did not go out.

At the critical moment of life and death, Ma Chaoyuan put aside his fear and remembered Zhao Fusheng's instructions. Then he tried his best and immediately said:

"Please welcome back the True God Erlang!"

"Please welcome back the True God Erlang!"

"Please ask the True God Erlang to return and protect the people of Shangyang County."

At first it was Ma Chaoyuan who shouted, and later the ghost handlers from the Shangyang County Demon Suppression Bureau also felt fear, fearing that the evil ghost would get out of control, and they also started shouting at the same time.

A strange kind of mental power was formed in the shouting.

The lit incense curled up into the air and the flame split into two, one thick wisp flowed towards Zang Xiongshan, and the other slightly thinner wisp flowed towards the ghost's clone.

Guided by the incense, the human-skinned ghost passed through Ma Chaoyuan's body like a tide, then turned into black gas and rushed to the altar.

Finally, the black gas poured into the shrine on the altar, slowly settled down, and then transformed into the shadow of a human-skinned ghost sitting cross-legged, absorbing the aroma of incense on the altar.

As soon as the human-skin ghost left, Ma Chaoyuan was finally out of danger.

'hiss--'

He gasped and was about to retreat in fear when a pair of hands grabbed his wrist.

The fingers were slender and cold, and he almost screamed out.

But when he turned around, he saw Zhao Fusheng had come to his side and grabbed his hand. Ma Chaoyuan exclaimed:

"grown ups--"

"Light the incense!"

Zhao Fusheng ordered in a deep voice.

For some reason, Ma Chaoyuan felt that there was an uneasy aura about Zhao Fusheng at this moment.

At this time, she has less vitality from living people and more evil spirits from evil spirits.

If she hadn't opened her mouth to speak, Ma Chaoyuan would have mistaken her for an evil spirit as soon as he saw her face.

He didn't dare to think too much at this moment. He just did as Zhao Fusheng said and hurriedly inserted the incense stick in his trembling hand into the incense burner.

The moment the incense was put into the furnace, a large amount of thick smoke rose up with a "puff" sound, and was absorbed by the ghosts and gods in the shrine one by one.

Zhao Fusheng let go of his hand.

Ma Chaoyuan acted as if he had been pardoned. Without saying a word, he turned around and stepped back a few steps.

After he stood still, he saw that Zhao Fusheng had carried the door panel behind him without him knowing when.

The door panel was swirling with black air, and even a hint of blood could be seen on it, blocking her body.

She reached out her hand towards the ghost inside the shrine, and suddenly a large amount of fire burst out from her palm.

'what--'

The ghost who was originally sitting cross-legged in the shrine suddenly let out a sharp and piercing scream.

The sound could not be distinguished between men and women. It was as if a ghost was conscious and was making a sharp cry after being burned by ghost fire. But upon closer listening, it was like the sound of human skin rolling and deteriorating after being burned.

Everyone was horrified when they heard it, and they smelled a terrible odor.

Ma Chaoyuan and his envoys felt their legs go weak and cold sweat oozed out of their bodies.

In the shrine, the inflated human skin withered and curled up. After being burned by the ghost fire, the shape of the ghost skin quickly shrank. At first, it appeared shriveled and dull, but as the flame continued to burn, it gradually showed a luster unique to porcelain.

This kind of calcination lasted for about half a quarter of an hour. The shrill screams that sounded like those of an evil spirit had disappeared. The ghost was completely trapped in the pale green ghost fire, and the ghost was spinning upside down in the fire.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhao Fusheng slowly took back the power of the door god.

The ghost door panel stuck to her back fell off silently, the black gas dissipated, and it turned into an ordinary door panel that fell to the ground with a clang.

She held a porcelain doll about three feet tall in her hands.

The porcelain doll had a pale face, gloomy eyebrows and eyes, and bloodless lips and cheeks, which looked a bit creepy.

Zhao Fusheng held it in his arms and thought:
"This is too scary. I'll add some color to it."

As soon as she finished speaking, she bit her middle finger and blood oozed from the fingertip.

"What is she going to do?"

Xie Jingsheng stammered.

Liu Yizhen shook his head and said in disbelief:
"Are you going to rouge the ghost?"

"..."

Ma Chaoyuan's mouth twitched, and Fan Bisi also felt that the scene of Zhao Fusheng holding the evil ghost was really scary.

Only Fan Wujiu had no time to think about these things, as his mind had already drifted away: The adults are so powerful that they can hold a ghost in their arms and coax it like a child. When can I do the same?
……

Amid the trembling eyes of the crowd, Zhao Fusheng smeared the blood from his fingers onto the cheeks and lips of the evil ghost enamel man.

The blood was quickly absorbed by the porcelain, as if it was sucked into the ghost porcelain.

The moment the ghost porcelain sucked the blood, it was still not satisfied, and an inexplicable suction force "stuck" Zhao Fusheng's fingers.

Her originally healed wound suddenly opened again, and blood gushed out.

Zhao Fusheng raised her hand and slapped the ghost porcelain on the head. With a "pop" sound, the evil spirit was slapped out of her palm, and the suction of the ghost porcelain disappeared immediately. She shouted:
"Enough is enough."

With the deep red color, the porcelain doll that looked ghostly before is no longer pale, but it has no eyebrows, and its eyes are cold, and it does not look friendly.

Zhao Fusheng sighed:
"Forget it, it's just a ghost after all, as long as it can be used."

As soon as she finished speaking, she picked up the ghost porcelain and put it back into the shrine:

"Today, Shangyang County invites the avatar of Erlang Shen to guard this place. If there are ghosts at home, please come and worship. If there are evil spirits, please burn incense. This will ensure the peace of the county."

Gui Ci sat back in the shrine. After being burned by the ghost fire, he seemed to be restrained and no longer did whatever he wanted as before.

As soon as she finished speaking, Liu Yequan and others among the onlookers suddenly reacted and suddenly fell to the ground and bowed:

"Thank you, Lord Zhao, for inviting the guardian deity to our Shangyang County."

"Please ask the True God Erlang to protect the people——"

The onlookers knelt down one by one, and Ma Chaoyuan and others followed suit and shouted loudly.

The True God Erlang returned to the list of gods, and the moment the human-skinned ghost fell to the ground and turned into porcelain, the aura of the evil ghost that was out of control had faded a little.

The ghost did not suddenly attack and hurt anyone, which made everyone feel relieved and even happier.

……

As everyone was excited, Zhao Fusheng walked to Ma Chaoyuan's side and said:

"I have sealed the ghost." She reminded Ma Chaoyuan:
"The outer layer of ghost porcelain is a seal for evil spirits. As long as the ghost porcelain is not broken, the evil spirits will not come out."

When Ma Chaoyuan heard this, his heart tightened:
"Sir, if that's the case, why put it in public? Why don't I move it back to the Demon Suppression Division and lock it up to prevent anyone from touching it and causing harm to the ghosts and gods—"

"This layer of porcelain is forged by ghost fire. Ordinary people cannot easily break it. Only evil spirits can break it easily with their evil spirits."

After Zhao Fusheng finished speaking, he added:
"Besides, it's heavy, and it would make a lot of noise if an ordinary person wants to move it. If a county's Demon Suppression Division doesn't even know that the demons and gods in the division have been moved away by ordinary people, then there's no point in keeping the Demon Suppression Division."

Ma Chaoyuan met her gaze, his heart trembled, and then responded:
"Yes."

"I still have things to do later. Once I finish this, I will prepare to set off for the capital. I will probably stay in the capital for a while. If you have anything to do, you can send someone to the imperial capital to find me. You can also ask someone to send a letter to Wan'an County later."

Hearing her promise, Ma Chaoyuan quickly responded again.

While Liu Yequan and others were worshipping ghosts and gods at close range, Zhao Fusheng and others escaped.

The carriage had already been prepared, and everyone got on it. Taking advantage of the bustle in the front hall, they walked out of the back door of the Demon Suppression Bureau and gradually headed out of the city.

The moment they walked out of the city gate, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

(End of this chapter)