I become a god in another world

Chapter 612 Arrived in Imperial Capital
Chapter 612

They had to travel to Beijing early the next morning. On this rare leisurely and comfortable night, Zhao Fusheng had a strange and bizarre dream, perhaps because she had just experienced the Shangyang County ghost case and the seventeen levels of hell.

In her dream, she entered an abyss that seemed to have no end. There were no walls around her. There were only countless puddles of different sizes that formed a mirror surface and appeared around her body.

Strange human figures were reflected in the puddles.

The figures twisted and shouted at her:

"Fu Sheng."

At first she felt that the word "Fusheng" was very familiar, as if it was engraved into her bones, blood, and life. But after being called by the "figures" in the mirror twice, she actually felt dazed and confused. For a moment, her consciousness was confused, her thoughts seemed to be in a mess, and she lost her mind.

Wait for the figure in the mirror to shout again:
"Fusheng, Fusheng, Zhao Fusheng——"

Zhao Fusheng's soul seemed to be shattered, his consciousness was scattered, and he instinctively opened his mouth to agree.

Fortunately, the moment she responded, a chill aura rose from her heart, which made her shudder. She suddenly had an incredible idea: I was reborn in the treacherous and dangerous Han Dynasty, where evil spirits have revived. When someone calls my name, who knows whether it is a human or a ghost?
Thinking of this, she suddenly became more sober.

When she regained consciousness, the feeling of confusion immediately faded away.

At the same time, puddles of water of all sizes in the strange world shattered, and the 'human figure' in the mirror inside the puddles immediately turned into countless large and small water droplets, splashing in black, red, and white, like a heavy rain.

As the puddle broke, Zhao Fusheng's body fell rapidly.

After she lost weight, she felt a sense of shock in her heart, and then she sat up suddenly.

After sitting up, I looked around and saw that it was pitch black.

She felt that the surroundings were extremely cramped, and gave her a sense of suffocation and oppression - as if she was in a confined space.

This enclosed space gave her a strange and contradictory illusion: it seemed to make her very scared and trap her; but it also seemed as if this enclosed space was built especially for her, with only her there, which made her feel very safe.

Thinking of this, Zhao Fusheng realized that he might still be in a dream.

She had experienced the Shilipo Ghost Case and knew very well that there were dreams within dreams.

Once Zhao Fusheng realized that he did not wake up from the dream but was trapped in a deeper dream, his consciousness returned and he suddenly wanted to open his eyes.

But in her sleep, she was powerless.

All the strength in her body disappeared completely. She could not sense the existence of the List of Gods. For a moment, she cried out to the heavens and the earth, but no one answered her.

Just as she was shocked and uneasy, someone suddenly patted her on the shoulder.

"who--"

She screamed.

This sound immediately broke the nightmare.

The sunlight shone into her pupils through her eyelids, which she had squeezed open with great effort, and her pupils shrank rapidly.

Meng Po had stood beside her bed at some point, looking at her with a loving face. When she woke up, she smiled and asked her in a gentle voice:
"My Lord, it's time to get up. It's already daybreak."

While speaking, she reached into the pouch at her waist and took out a handkerchief, gently wiped Zhao Fusheng's forehead, and asked worriedly:

"Why are you sleeping so sweaty? It's not even the beginning of summer yet, this shouldn't happen, sir."

She said to herself:

"I guess you may have been too exhausted from handling cases recently. When we return to Wan'an County, I will make some nourishing medicine for you to drink."

Zhao Fusheng smiled bitterly and shook his head:
"It's early in the morning, let's not talk about these things--"

Meng Po wiped the sweat off her face and felt her skin was cold.

This kind of coolness was not the coolness that comes from sweating and the heat being taken away from the skin, but it was extremely penetrating. Her body was like a piece of ice, carrying a sharp and hurtful aura.

This made Zhao Fusheng's body at this moment look more like a corpse than a living person.

Meng Po's smile froze, and she asked worriedly:
"My Lord, are you having a nightmare?"

Chen Duozi, who had entered the room at some point, also came over after hearing this and leaned against the head of the bed worriedly.

Kuai Manzhou also climbed onto the bed, lying on the quilt like a puppy and sniffing around, then nodded:

"It smells like a ghost."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's face turned grim.

Zhao Fusheng said:

"I had a strange dream last night."

While they were talking, they heard footsteps outside and someone talking in a low voice.

Zhao Fusheng paused and glanced at Chen Duozi. Chen Duozi understood what she meant and left the room.

After a while he turned back and said to her:
"It was Lord Chang and his people who prepared a large cart of gifts for Lord Fengdu, and some gift lists belong to us."

Zhao Fusheng's eyes narrowed: "This Lord Chang seems to be very sensible."

After that, she asked Meng Po:
"What time is it?"

"The end of the Chen hour (around nine in the morning)." Meng Po replied.

Zhao Fusheng smiled bitterly: "I didn't expect to sleep till this time."

Toiletries had already been prepared in the room. Meng Po brought her clothes and asked her gently:

"What did you dream about, sir?"

Zhao Fusheng frowned, and after a while he replied:

“I dreamed of two places.”

After that, she described the scene she saw in her dream:

“The first dream was…”

"I can't say where I was in the second dream, but now that I think about it, it feels like I was inside a coffin."

"Inside the coffin?" Meng Po frowned, worried: "This is not auspicious."

Zhao Fusheng shook his head:
"Maybe I was thinking about something and dreamed about it at night."

She said this just to appease Meng Po. In fact, she did not take the strange dream she had last night lightly.

Now that she has experienced several major ghost cases, she has also found her own way between life and death. Since she had such a dream, perhaps she has sensed some kind of uneasiness, and her subconscious mind is giving her a hint.

Unfortunately, she doesn't have any corresponding clues yet.

Seeing her frowning and thinking, Chen Duozi couldn't help but ask cautiously:
"Did your Excellency think of something?"

Zhao Fusheng suppressed his distracting thoughts, smiled and shook his head, and made a joke:

"I've heard that most people can't remember the contents of their dreams after waking up. If you remember what happened in every dream, it might be a sign of schizophrenia."

These words made Chen Duozi want to laugh. Although she was still worried that Zhao Fusheng's dream might be unlucky, it could be seen that she looked relaxed and did not seem to be constrained.

Then she thought about how powerful and calm the adult was, and that maybe he already had something in mind. Why should she keep nagging him and making him upset?

Chen Duozi changed his mind and said no more.

Meng Po also changed the topic:
"Sir, I asked last night, if we travel quickly, we can enter the city at night."

After she finished speaking, she sighed again:

"I wonder how that girl Ayu is doing now—"

At the mention of 'Xu Yu', several people's expressions changed, and they couldn't help but feel more excited about the trip to Beijing.

When Zhao Fusheng came out after washing up, the carriage for the trip was ready. Mr. Chang was waiting beside Fengdu.

The Fan brothers, Liu Yizhen, Wu Shaochun and others were waiting beside the carriage. When they saw Zhao Fusheng coming out, they were all excited and hurried to greet him.

Lord Chang rolled his eyes and sent a ghost rider over.

Xie Jingsheng appeared from nowhere and took out two large pancakes wrapped in oil paper and handed them to Zhao Fusheng:
"Fusheng, it's already this hour. You should be eager to go to the capital. Why don't you eat breakfast?"

Zhao Fusheng was not polite. He took the things and nodded. Just as he was about to speak, the ghost rider came forward and handed him a list:
"Guests, this is the gift list that Lord Chang has prepared for you. The list will arrive first, and someone will rush to deliver the goods to your place of residence later."

The man looked at Xie Jingsheng as he spoke.

Xie Jingsheng didn't reach out to take it, but just leaned over to take a look.

The list was filled with the names of a wide variety of items, including pearls, jade, antiques, and various silks.

He smiled, stuffed the cake into his mouth, and didn't respond.

Zhao Fusheng took it and took a look. The ghost rider saw that she looked natural. Just as he was stunned, he saw Zhao Fusheng look up at Lord Chang and laughed:
"Thank you very much."

Mr. Chang showed a surprised expression on his fat face, and after a while he forced a smile:

"Mr. Zhao is too polite."

Last night he had managed to find out Zhao Fusheng's identity: he was a ghost-controlling officer in a small county in Changping County under the jurisdiction of Xuzhou.

These people came to Beijing because of a ghost disaster in Changping County and had no identity background.

Perhaps it was by accident that he ended up following Feng Du this time. Lord Chang recalled that he was almost intimidated by her aura yesterday and misjudged her, and he couldn't help feeling a little unhappy.

He had no interest in talking to Ling Si from a remote county, and looked at Feng Du again:

"Lord Fengdu rarely leaves the capital, so you should stay in Longyang for a few more days. Allow me to entertain you warmly."

Feng Du shook his head:

"I still have something to do."

He sent away the nagging Lord Chang and got into the carriage first.

Lord Chang was embarrassed, but he didn't dare to attack Feng Du, so he could only bow. When he turned around and saw Zhao Fusheng, he stopped smiling, acted like a ghost rider, and stopped talking.

Everyone got on the carriage one by one and left the official residence under the watchful eyes of the people in Longyang County.

The journey to Beijing was smooth.

The closer you get to the capital, the safer it is. When you get closer to the imperial capital, you can occasionally see pedestrians on the avenue.

This is not easy at all.

Since Zhao Fusheng set out from Wan'an County to Beijing, he has become accustomed to the desolate mountains. Many mountain roads are uninhabited for ten miles in radius, which is very lonely and cold.

It was quite novel to see people walking on the road at this time.

When the pedestrians carrying loads or baskets on their backs saw the carriage, they looked terrified, lowered their heads, and moved aside with a cowering look on their faces.

After everyone had gone far away, he looked up at the carriage curiously, trying to guess the identity of the people inside.

By the time we arrived at the gate of Imperial Capital, it was already dark.

Calculating the time, it is already at least the end of the hour of Hai (around 23:00).

The city gate had already been closed, and a string of sharp wooden stakes were placed all over the gate.

The arrival of the carriage made a loud noise in the night, but it did not wake up the people on the city wall.

In the darkness, the city gate looked like a monster lurking in the darkness, motionless.

Xie Jingsheng moved his wrist, and his arm suddenly broke and flew out.

Not long after, the soldier on duty who was sleeping soundly on the city wall suddenly felt someone grabbing his neck.

At first he thought his colleague was playing a joke on him, and he got angry. He grabbed the hand with his backhand and was about to laugh and scold it, but then he felt something was wrong. He turned his head and took a look in the moonlight. He saw that it was a severed hand and was immediately frightened.

There was no blood on the severed hand, and it didn't look like it had just been cut off.

He was holding the severed hand and wondering where it came from when the severed hand suddenly moved and grabbed him twice.

"Ahhhh!!!"

This surprise was no small matter.

The soldier guarding the city threw away his severed hand and suddenly let out a shrill scream: "Ghost——"

The shouting quickly woke up the others.

Under the city wall, Xie Jingsheng's voice rang out:
"Open the gate, let the people from the Demon Suppression Department enter the city."

Amid the sound of hurried footsteps, Xie Jingsheng and others did not have to wait long. The city gate was quickly opened and the carriage entered the city like a ghost.

Feng Du looked at Zhao Fusheng:
"Are you still staying at the Demon Suppression Bureau's official post?"

The relationships among the Demon Suppression Offices in various places are complicated.

If it is a ghost rider in a large county or prefecture, the relationships are generally complicated.

Even if you have no background, if you want to survive in the long run, you have to plan for yourself and find a backer or someone to support you.

Therefore, after entering the capital, these people will first visit the ghost riders in the imperial capital and look for another place to go.

The official post station of the Demon Suppression Division was set up for ordinary officers with no identity background.

But often these people are like consumables, and some of them may never have the opportunity to come to the capital in their entire lives - so the official post station of the Demon Suppression Bureau in the imperial capital has rarely received people so far.

Logically speaking, Zhao Fusheng and his group were extremely powerful, and Fengdu had other plans for them, so he should have allocated a quiet courtyard for them.

But from the time the group had been together, Feng Du felt that Zhao Fusheng probably had no plans to stay in the capital for long.

After he asked this question, Zhao Fusheng nodded:
"I'll stay at the official post. I plan to meet Xu Yu early tomorrow morning."

"it is good."

Fengdu nodded.

"Xu Yu currently lives in a mansion in Zhongdu City. She doesn't like to socialize with people and prefers to live alone."

At this point, he paused:
"She lives in the Changqiu Palace in Zhongdu City, which was rebuilt after a fire."

After saying this, Feng Du said:

"She doesn't associate with anyone and hasn't seen anyone in recent years. I can't invite her out," he said with a wry smile.
"Even if we ask her to come out, it may not be possible. You should rest well tonight. I will pick you up early tomorrow morning and take you to the palace to see her."

Zhao Fusheng nodded:
"Lord Fengdu, when we leave Beijing this time, we will bring her back to Wan'an County."

Feng Du stared at her for a long while. Zhao Fusheng looked determined. After a moment, Feng Du sighed:

"You were the ones who brought her here originally. Now you've come to take her away. As long as she's willing—"

After saying that, he smiled bitterly:
"She may not be unwilling, but it's hard to say."

Feng Du's words were ambiguous, and he ended by saying:

"Anyway, you can take her away if you want. She is not on the Soul Fate Book, so she can leave the capital without Jia Yi's permission. In fact, she may not even be considered a member of the Demon Suppression Division, but only a guest staying here."

Zhao Fusheng originally thought that it would take some effort to take Xu Yu away, but when she heard Feng Du say this, she felt relieved and finally responded.

After arriving at the inn, Feng Du left quickly.

(End of this chapter)