I become a god in another world

Chapter 628 Two Women Arguing
Chapter 628

This trip to Wuqing County is fraught with uncertainty, with life and death hanging in the balance.

If they did not enter the world where the Ghost Realm is located, it would be as if they had returned empty-handed; and if they did enter the world where the Ghost Realm is located, it would be unknown whether they could come out or when they could come out.

Therefore, Yu Lingzhu and Wang Zhiyi simply traveled light.

Neither of them carried much luggage. Wang Zhiyi carried a small, light package, which she slung over her arm. It was unclear what was inside.

After washing up, Zhao Fusheng and his group had a simple breakfast and then boarded a carriage to leave the city.

Inside the carriage, Yu Lingzhu said:
"There are ten of you from Xuzhou on this trip. In addition to me and Wang Zhiyi, there are twelve Ghost Masters and forty-eight Order Envoys from Fengdu who will accompany us. Because of the large number of people and the heavy supplies, they are waiting outside the city."

Zhao Fusheng nodded upon hearing this.

How long will it take us to reach Lizhou?

Yu Lingzhu said:

"The two places are not far apart. The caravan has many people and doesn't travel very fast, but it can still get there in a day and a half."

The group chatted casually, and after more than an hour, the carriage arrived at the south gate of the city.

When the soldiers guarding the city saw the Demon Suppression Division's procession, they dared not stop them and let them out of the city.

Just as Yu Lingzhu said, six carriages were already waiting side by side outside the city. Wang Ling, who had protested against the decision to seal the capital in the council chamber of the Imperial Capital Demon Suppression Division that day, was also among this group of messengers.

However, he had lost the arrogance he had shown when they first met, and when he looked at Zhao Fusheng again, a look of fear appeared on his face.

Yu Lingzhu peeked out and gave the instructions:
"Quickly board the vehicles one by one, with two ghost riders in each vehicle, and three vehicles in front and three in back."

As soon as she finished speaking, the others responded loudly, each finding a carriage to sit in, with two drivers assigned to each carriage.

With a whoosh, the whip cracked through the air and struck the horse. The horse, in pain, turned and rode away.

Once the vehicle started moving, Zhao Fusheng finally looked at Yu Lingzhu:
"Lord Yu, if I encounter any ghost cases on my way to Wuqing County, there are some things I would like to ask you about."

Yu Lingzhu replied without hesitation:

"Just ask."

Her first meeting with Zhao Fusheng was unpleasant; the two even got into a fight over a single word.

But she is a straightforward person. Once she lets go of her prejudices, she is not coy at all, and her personality is actually quite good.

Zhao Fusheng said:

"I heard from Feng Du that you are from Wuqing County?"

"Did Feng say that?" Yu Lingzhu asked instead of answering, then let out a cold laugh:
"He's been eyeing the Wuqing County case for a while now, hasn't he? On your trip from Shangyang County to the capital, did you pass through Longyang County? Did you run into the Chang family?"

The smile that had been on Zhao Fusheng's face gradually faded.

Her gaze turned cold, and she stared intently at Yu Lingzhu.

“Lord Yu, we are discussing the ghost case, not personal grudges. I don’t know if there’s any old grudge between you and Feng Du, but regarding the ghost case, I just want to know more about Wuqing County to ensure that my chances of survival are greater.”

Wang Zhiyi lowered her head.

She took out a soft human skin from her bag, then took out a jar of red ointment that looked like rouge and began to apply it, gradually drawing out the shape of the eyes and lips, seemingly uninterested in the conversation between Zhao Fusheng and Yu Lingzhu.

A foul stench emanated from her rouge, like the smell of rotting blood, causing the other passengers in the car to vomit frequently.

"Hmph, I have no personal grudge against Feng Du, but he always seems to disapprove of my Chang family—" Yu Lingzhu said with great dissatisfaction:

"I do not deny that the disappearance of Cheng Mengyin and others in Lizhou is related to ghosts, but it is not necessarily related to Wuqing County."

She was extremely protective of her own, even bordering on unreasonable:
"Afterwards, I also asked the ghost tamers who were in the same period as Wu Ciping in the Demon Suppression Division of Lizhou who recorded the case. They only said that these people planned to enter Wuqing County, but whether they actually entered or not is still uncertain."

Zhao Fusheng frowned, his attitude gradually hardening:

"Lord Yu, let's assume they've entered Wuqing County!" she said directly.
"Let's assume that Wuqing County is haunted."

"you--"

Yu Lingzhu was furious upon hearing this.

She was, after all, a general, and had shown goodwill several times, but Zhao Fusheng seemed not to appreciate it at all.

Just as Yu Lingzhu was about to lose her temper, Jiang Jinshan, standing behind Wang Zhiyi, spoke up to dissuade her:

"Alright, alright, Lord Yu, let's not argue. We're all working together on cases, isn't it better to be on good terms?"

"none of your business?"

Wang Zhiyi, who had been silently listening to Zhao Fusheng and Yu Lingzhu's bickering, looked up when Jiang Jinshan tried to mediate.
"Let them argue, why do you have to play peacemaker? Meddling in other people's business? Do you love to interrupt? Believe me or not, I'll sew your mouth shut!"

As she spoke, she took out a needle from somewhere and forcefully stabbed the lips that had just been drawn on the human skin.

Upon being stabbed, someone suddenly screamed in agony.

The sound seemed to echo in everyone's minds, and everyone felt a slight stinging sensation on their lips.

Then, a few tiny drops of blood, as fine as needlepoints, seeped from the lips of the human skin that Wang Zhiyi was holding. Eventually, the blood droplets gathered together to form a large blood droplet, which she wiped away with her thumb.

Zhao Fusheng unconsciously touched his lips.

The stinging pain had subsided, and there was no wound near her lips, but she knew in her heart that the pain she had felt earlier was inextricably linked to Wang Zhiyi's actions.

"..." Zhao Fusheng was unhappy, but she had no evidence, so she could only keep the grudge against Wang Zhiyi for this "needle" in her heart.

"You can sew him up, but why are you pricking him with a needle?"

Fan Wujiu also suspected that his mouth had been pricked. He couldn't bear it, so he pulled at his lips and stared hard to see if there were any beads of blood.

Wang Zhiyi sneered:
Did I prick you?

"How can we say that?" Liu Yizhen also looked displeased.
"You're a ghost, not a normal person. Who knows if randomly pricking yourself with a needle is some kind of curse?"

"You're the ghost!" Wang Zhiyi said coldly.
"If you keep talking nonsense, I'll put a layer of rouge on your lips to seal them, then you won't be able to speak."

Wu Shaochun could no longer tolerate it:
"You're being completely unreasonable—"

"Alright, alright, everyone stop arguing. Zhiyi has such a hard life—"

"Damn it!" Fan Wujiu couldn't take it anymore.

"Who among us isn't unlucky? Is she the only one who's unlucky?"

After he finished speaking, everyone fell silent.

Even the furious Yu Lingzhu frowned.

There was a moment of silence inside the carriage.

Wang Zhiyi, who had started the trouble, also lost her indifference during the argument. She became lifeless and resumed fiddling with the human skin in her hands, no longer making a sound.

Just as Zhao Fusheng was about to take a deep breath, Chen Duozi considerately handed him a clean, soft handkerchief:

"Sir, please cover your nose, the car smells terrible."

Her tone was soft, but there was a hint of aggression in her words. She glanced at Wang Zhiyi and Yu Lingzhu as she spoke. Zhao Fusheng couldn't take it anymore. He covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief and was about to speak when Yu Lingzhu also covered her nose.
“Hey Wang, you’ve gone too far. You’re like a madman every day, taking a human skin and sewing it up wherever you go. The things you use are like they’re broken, they make people’s eyes water from the smell.”

Wang Zhiyi remained silent, then took a needle and poked the half-damaged human skin lips several times: "Prick the voodoo doll, prick the voodoo doll."

Two tiny beads of blood, the size of rice grains, welled up on Yu Lingzhu's lips after the two sounds.

She gasped twice, feeling extremely angry.

Time resets, and she returns to the moment when Zhao Fusheng took Chen Duozi's handkerchief. Yu Lingzhu's lips are no longer injured, but they still ache slightly.

A nameless rage rose within her. She stood up, snatched the human skin from Wang Zhiyi's hand, and tore it to shreds with force. Then, tilting her head and raising her eyebrows, she stared at Wang Zhiyi with a defiant look.

"Okay, okay—"

Jiang Jinshan felt a headache coming on and was about to speak up to mediate when the two women, enraged, shouted in unison:

"shut up!"

"shut up!"

After finishing the drink, Wang Zhiyi couldn't take it anymore:

"What right do you have to order him around? You widow—"

Hit people without slapping their faces, and curse people without revealing shortcomings.

Upon hearing Wang Zhiyi's rebuke, Yu Lingzhu's eyes immediately flashed with murderous intent:
"And what are you, trying to sell yourself at the door—"

Before she could finish speaking, Wang Zhiyi's face froze.

Wang Zhiyi's skin turned into a strange, lime-like color, with a faint bluish tinge, making him look like a dead person.

A faint face emerged beneath her skin, then pushed against her skin and instantly transformed into a man's face.

He stared intently at Yu Lingzhu and said in a sinister voice:
"Don't let your words cause trouble."

The voice belonged to Jiang Jinshan.

Zhao Fusheng had met Jiang Jinshan once before. The man was ugly, but had a gentle voice and seemed to have an unusually good temper. Now, in his anger, he was quite intimidating.

Yu Lingzhu was stunned for a moment, then flew into a rage:
"So what if I insulted her? Wasn't she the one who started it? Don't think you're protecting her. What, you want to gang up on me?"

Jiang Jinshan's eyes began to redden, and just as he was about to speak—Zhao Fusheng, unable to bear it any longer, shouted loudly:
"Shut up, all of you!"

She wanted to swear too.

"I went to Wuqing County to handle a case, not to listen to your incessant bickering! Wang Zhiyi, put away your filthy nonsense and stop acting like a charlatan in the carriage, showing off your so-called laws. Who here isn't playing tricks?"

As soon as Zhao Fusheng finished drinking, Jiang Jinshan's angry expression paused for a moment before slowly disappearing.

Wang Zhiyi's hair at the back of her head moved, indicating that Jiang Jinshan had returned to his original position and let out a soft 'humph,' signifying that he had conceded.

As soon as he disappeared, Wang Zhiyi's stiff expression gradually returned to normal.

Her pale, bluish-white skin gradually softened. Wang Zhiyi hesitated for a moment before finally putting away the rouge box, but she was still unconvinced and let out a cold laugh:
"That's true, Yu Lingzhu is destined to bring misfortune to her husbands."

"you--"

Yu Lingzhu was furious and about to fight this woman when Zhao Fusheng grabbed her:

"Don't do it!"

Jiang Jinshan's face stiffened. He was initially afraid that the two women would fight, but seeing Zhao Fusheng intervene, he pursed his lips and temporarily suppressed the resentment surging in his heart.

Yu Lingzhu's anger was originally directed at Wang Zhiyi, but now that Zhao Fusheng had pulled her back, she immediately couldn't hold back anymore:

"Didn't you hear her cursing at me?"

"What did she say to you?"

Zhao Fusheng asked her.

Yu Lingzhu was so angry that her head was spinning and her whole body was trembling: "She called me a jinx!"

Zhao Fusheng smiled:
"You're the one who brings bad luck to her husband, the one who dies is a man, not you. What kind of insult is this? Your husband brings bad luck to you, and you still get angry!" After she finished speaking, she reached out and pushed Yu Lingzhu hard.

"sit down!"

Her push and shout startled Yu Lingzhu.

Yu Lingzhu was stunned for a long time, then her lips twitched, and a strange smile welled up in her heart, calming her irritation caused by Wang Zhiyi.

Wang Zhiyi looked up at Zhao Fusheng for a long time before finally turning her head away with a cold expression.

The two women were arguing so much it gave me a headache.

Zhao Fusheng suddenly remembered Feng Du's half-closed eyes and aged, useless expression. He wondered if these two women had argued during meetings in the Demon Suppression Bureau's council chamber.

She sighed deeply:

"We've only just left the capital city gates, why don't you two go back—"

"I'm going to Wuqing County."

Yu Lingzhu said:

"What were you about to ask?" she asked, then seemed to suddenly realize something.
"Oh, you're asking about Wuqing County."

Because of her ability to control ghosts, she often experiences a sense of time distortion, which interferes with her cognition to some extent, making her extremely irritable and easily angered, and her memory is also not as good as before.

After calming herself down, she said:
"I'm not from Lizhou; actually, my ancestral home is Changzhou—"

As soon as she finished speaking, she frowned again:
"I don't remember if I'm from Changzhou or not, but as far back as I can remember, I've been begging in Changzhou, and I have a surname—" She thought for a moment:
"I can't remember her surname, but she was an old woman. I called her godmother and made a living from her. Later, this old woman sold me into a theatrical troupe."

When the opera troupe was mentioned, Yu Lingzhu's expression turned cold:
"The troupe leader's surname was Yu. He kept a bunch of female fans. I was young at the time, so the troupe leader took me in and let me serve the leading actors in the troupe."

Even without elaborating, her few words still reveal that she had a difficult time in the opera troupe back then.

“I traveled around with the opera troupe. When we arrived in Lizhou, we stopped temporarily in Wuqing County. At that time, the opera troupe leader looked at me differently.”

Yu Lingzhu spoke of the past calmly:
“At that time, I thought I was doomed, but I resigned myself to my fate. However, due to a twist of fate, the opera troupe got into trouble and was arrested and imprisoned and tortured. I was lucky to survive and was thrown out wrapped in a straw mat. It was the Chang family who saved me.”

When she mentioned the Chang family, the ice in her eyes melted, and a faint smile appeared on her face:
“In this world, food is precious, and the Chang family has done me a great favor—” As she said this, a wary yet stubborn look appeared on her face as she looked at Zhao Fusheng defiantly.

Her background was no secret within the Demon Suppression Division, and her protection of the Chang family was common knowledge.

Feng Du and the others all knew that the Chang family was her Achilles' heel; they couldn't touch it or even mention it, or she would fight to the death.

Similarly, no one could understand her relationship with the Chang family—they were not related by blood, and even if there were some favors, the protection and support they had received over the decades had long been repaid.

When Yu Lingzhu recounted the past, she thought Zhao Fusheng would also be impatient to listen to her talk about these trivial matters that seemed unrelated to the ghost case.

But when she looked up at Zhao Fusheng, she didn't see the look of disgust she had expected.

Zhao Fusheng's expression was calm, as if he were listening quietly.

(End of this chapter)