I become a god in another world

Chapter 637 Time Reset
Chapter 637

Zhao Fusheng circled the 'god' and then discovered the problem.

The clay sculptures of the two demon gods, while not exactly identical to Wang and Jiang in appearance, are remarkably lifelike, with similar expressions and facial features and face size almost proportionally 'made'.

However, something was wrong with the two clay sculptures.

They looked as if someone had cut a person in two, from head to toe.

Each clay sculpture has half of its body on one side.

So the front half of 'Wang Zhiyi's' body was still there, with a chest, legs, and arms, and half a lock of long hair on each side. However, it was cut open from the middle of its brain by a strange force, and the back of its head was exceptionally flat, making it look extremely terrifying.

In addition, the arms and legs of the clay sculpture are only half intact.

In contrast, there are Jiang Jinshan's clay sculptures.

This clay sculpture has only half of its back—this can be seen from the neckline of the sculpture's clothing.

It is precisely because of this special sign that the statues of Wang and Jiang in the two guardian shrines of Baili Temple are evidence to verify this.

Zhao Fusheng tossed the red cloth in his hand aside, nodded to Liu Yizhen, Yu Lingzhu, and the others:

"It seems to be Wang and Jiang."

She gestured with her hand:
"It's like these two people were standing here, and then someone took a knife and cut them off from the top of their heads, splitting them in two. Then they turned Jiang Jinshan's face, which was originally on the back of Wang Zhiyi's head, around to stand next to her."

Zhao Fusheng's words sent chills down everyone's spines.

Yu Lingzhu's eyes widened, and her hands trembled slightly.

"You must have seen wrong—" she said, realizing she was trembling, and immediately bit her lip hard.
“We just came all the way here, do you remember? Wang Zhiyi was here too, alive and well.”

Yu Lingzhu said:

"Although I hate her, she is, after all, a queen—"

Zhao Fusheng gave her a strange look:
"Lingzhu, are you crazy?"

Her words startled Yu Lingzhu, and Zhao Fusheng sighed:
"We're talking about clay sculpting, clay sculptures," she said, a look of helplessness on her face.

"It doesn't mean the living person died."

After saying that, she looked at Wu Jiabing as if joking:
"Village Chief Wu, don't you agree?"

"It's...it's a joke—"

Wu Jiabing's face was also very ugly.

The ghost flowers entangled him.

He dared not look down at the swaying flowerbeds, nor dared to ponder where they came from. Beneath the flowers, it seemed as if a pair of chilling hands were gripping his ankles. He seemed to hallucinate, hearing the gurgling sound of flowing water.

A strong stench seemed to waft up from below, and he inhaled it into his nostrils, diluting the smell of the clay statues of gods and demons.

……

Wu Jiabing's expression was one of fear.

He seemed to understand what was trapping him, yet his fear was mixed with a few traces of surprise and other emotions—this complex expression gave Zhao Fusheng the illusion that Wu Jiabing was not afraid of ghosts, but rather afraid that Kuai Manzhou's actions would bring him deeper trouble.

As she pondered this matter, Wu Jiabing said:

"Sir, can't we talk this out? You've offended our village's deity, and the deity will be angry—"

How can a clay statue of a god be angry?

Zhao Fusheng smiled and said:
"Besides, I think this clay statue looks a bit like one of our friends who are traveling with us—"

"Don't joke around, sir."

Wu Jiabing shook his head, interrupting her:
"Adults, how come your friends resemble this statue when you first arrive here? Our village's statue was 'brought back' from Wuqing County many years ago. Perhaps it's just a coincidence."

Zhao Fusheng shook his head:
"There are no such coincidences in this world."

A slight smile played on her lips:
“There’s no other case like Wang Zhiyi’s. If we had known better, we would have left Yu Lingzhu behind and brought Wang and Jiang along. Whether it’s a coincidence or not, the two of them would know immediately.”

As she spoke the last word, she deliberately drew out the final syllable, then suddenly turned to look at Yu Lingzhu:
"But Lingzhu, what if we brought Wang Zhiyi here, and the statue of her enshrined in the village turns into you?"

Her words were like a thunderbolt, sending chills down Yu Lingzhu's spine.

"Impossible!" Yu Lingzhu retorted vehemently.

But after she finished speaking, a sense of dread washed over her:
"No, impossible—"

Before she could finish speaking, she began to lose her composure and even began to have doubts:
"How is this possible?"

After shaking her head several times, Yu Lingzhu's memory suddenly became confused for a moment. A large number of chaotic memories flashed through her mind, and some unfamiliar images flashed through her mind: a deserted city, a large number of collapsed houses, countless skeletons lying messily on the ground, and a shadow rising from the ground, straight up to the sky...

She couldn't see what the shadow was, but all around were collapsed, sunken pits, like destroyed foundations. One corner of the shadow was shattered, and it seemed that countless tiny things, as thin as inchworms, were hanging from it, arching and straight, as if they were screaming and shouting in a frenzy, or as if they were completely silent.

The horrific scene shocked Yu Lingzhu so much that her face turned deathly pale, and she screamed.

"what--"

In fact, what she thought was a loud scream was actually just a faint whisper.

But now, in a village deep in the wilderness, at night, everyone was silent, and even the slightest breathing could be heard clearly. Yu Lingzhu's tiny cry reached Zhao Fusheng's ears.

She immediately noticed that something was wrong with Yu Lingzhu's expression.

Zhao Fusheng's smile faded, and he asked warily:
"what happened?"

"No, it's okay."

Yu Lingzhu's face turned deathly pale, and she was brought back to her senses by Yu Lingzhu's call.

For some reason, seeing Zhao Fusheng's eyes made her feel slightly more at ease.

"Actually, I was probably too nervous and had some strange reactions. I'll tell you about it later."

Yu Lingzhu herself was a king general who had controlled ghosts for many years. After the initial shock, she quickly calmed down.

She knew all too well the horrors of the ghostly calamity.

If even she was affected and her memories became confused, this feeling was very familiar to Yu Lingzhu: it was the feeling of her using her own vengeful ghost power.

This also means that at some unknown time, perhaps something had already happened, and in an extremely dangerous situation, she chose to reset time, returning to a point in the future.

Thinking of this, Yu Lingzhu was so shocked that her hair stood on end, and she held her soaked inner clothes in place.

"Zhao Fusheng, Zhao, Zhao Fusheng—"

She called Zhao Fusheng's name, her bewildered and terrified eyes brightening the instant they met. She stumbled forward and grabbed his arm.
"We've seen enough of the ancestral hall. Let's go back first. I have something to tell you."

Anyone could see that something was wrong with Yu Lingzhu.

Chen Duozi and the others looked wary, and the air suddenly became tense.

Just then, Zhao Fusheng grabbed Yu Lingzhu with her backhand, her grip so tight that her fingers almost hurt Yu Lingzhu's bones. She pulled Yu Lingzhu's hand, wrapped her arm around her own, and took her arm in hers.

"What's the rush? Let's see the ancestral hall first."

"Can--"

Yu Lingzhu was about to speak when Zhao Fusheng shook his head:
“The more important the matter, the more we need to understand the details. We can go back sooner or later, so why rush? The right time for us to enter the ancestral hall may only be now.”

After saying that, she waved to Wu Shaochun and the others: "Shaochun, you guys come and take a look too, and remember the characteristics of the ghost statue."

Upon hearing this, everyone suppressed their strange feelings and stepped forward to investigate.

Upon closer inspection, I noticed the smooth cuts on the two clay sculptures and memorized their features.

"Village Chief Wu, you said these two clay sculptures were brought back from Wuqing County?" Zhao Fusheng took the opportunity to speak with Wu Jiabing while everyone else was examining them.

The ghost flowers on the ground withered, and ghostly figures crawled among the flowers. A Yellow Spring appeared and disappeared, and there seemed to be the shadows of dead people in the spring, trying to drag the Wu family soldiers into the Yellow Spring.

The village chief, whose behavior had been contradictory since they first met, calmed down in the face of this strange phenomenon:

"Sir, please stop your supernatural powers. We are just from a remote village and dare not cause trouble—"

Faced with the numerous ghostly figures, he showed neither panic nor fear, but rather an eerie calm that surprised Zhao Fusheng.

Her thoughts shifted, and she looked at Kuai Manzhou:
"Manzhou, take the flowers back."

The child wrinkled his nose and whispered:

"Fusheng, there's a ghost here."

"Don't talk nonsense—"

The villagers were frightened upon hearing this and quickly shook their heads.

Zhao Fusheng ignored him and instead looked at Kuai Manzhou:
Where is the ghost?

As she spoke, her eyes glanced at Wu Jiabing and the others.

But Kuai Manzhou's gaze fell to the ground, and he said:
"it's here--"

She pointed to the ground:

"Many of them, black, tangled together."

The child's words were incoherent, leaving Liu Yizhen and the others bewildered.

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback. He saw that Wu Jiabing looked slightly frightened, as if his secret had been exposed.

Just as the atmosphere became strange, the flowers on the ground withered and fell to the ground, then disappeared without a trace.

The strange power that had trapped the Wu family soldiers disappeared, but Kuai Manzhou found herself holding a pitch-black ghost flower in her hand, and behind her stood what appeared to be a dark shadow.

A cold, sinister gaze seemed to be fixed on him from within the shadow.

It's a vengeful ghost controlled by this little girl.

Wu Jiabing reacted quickly, his heart skipped a beat, and he immediately lowered his head.

He had actually guessed the identities of Zhao Fusheng and the others, but he didn't expect that there would be so many ghost tamers among them.

A young child is also a powerful demon tamer.

This group of people were completely unfamiliar; they had never seen them before, as if they were newcomers to 'Wuqing County'.

Why have they come? What is their purpose here?
Even as his mind was wandering, Wu Jiabing quickly interrupted Kuai Manzhou:

"Sirs, the situation here is complicated. It's clear that you are all outsiders and quite capable, but you don't know much about this place."

Zhao Fusheng asked him:
"Do you understand?"

"I wouldn't dare say I understand, but I know a little bit," Wu Jiabing said cautiously after a moment's thought.

“Now that you put it that way, things are much easier,” Zhao Fusheng said. “We are indeed outsiders, newly arrived in your esteemed land, on our way to visit relatives in Wuqing County, and we only passed by Baili Temple.”

She smiled and said:
"Our relatives are already extremely wealthy, and we're afraid that if we rashly go there, we might offend them due to a lack of manners. If Village Chief Wu could offer some guidance, that would be wonderful—"

Halfway through his sentence, just as Wu Jiabing was about to refuse, Zhao Fusheng added:
"If you are willing to tell us, we are willing to share some of the valuables we have in the car with you."

With a single sentence, she silenced Wu Jiabing's impending refusal.

"If I know, then I might as well say something—"

Upon hearing the word 'wealth', Wu Jiabing unconsciously rubbed his hands together twice.

Zhao Fusheng turned to look at Liu Yizhen, his eyes conveying a message: this man seems quite greedy.

In a moment of inspiration, she asked the crowd:

"Have you seen enough of the statues?"

"almost."

The others nodded, and even Miao Yougong and his group responded.

“Then let’s go for a stroll in the other two places,” Zhao Fusheng said.

Just as everyone was about to agree, the villager who had first entered the ancestral hall and lit the fire asked:

"Since the adults are already here, shouldn't they offer incense to the spirits before leaving?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Miao Yougong and the others felt a chill and immediately began to wipe their hands to burn incense.

The clay sculptures depict Wang and Jiang, who are Wang's generals and the superiors of Miao Yougong and others. Everyone was afraid when they entered this eerie place, so it would be a good thing if they could offer incense to the "ghosts and gods" and receive their protection.

Just as everyone was about to step forward, Zhao Fusheng reached out and stopped them:
"Some wild gods shouldn't be worshipped casually; we can just observe them."

Her intervention immediately dissuaded Miao Yougong and the others from their plan to pay homage.

After leaving the ancestral hall where the statue of the deity was enshrined, the group visited the other two ancestral halls.

Some of the old rural items displayed here were utensils used in worshipping gods and in wedding and funeral ceremonies. Zhao Fusheng glanced around and then left the ancestral hall.

After all this commotion, quite some time has passed.

Wu Jiabing had long lost the mood to lead the group on a leisurely stroll; instead, he felt utterly exhausted after accompanying the group for a walk.

The group returned along another path. When they arrived back at the village entrance, several bonfires had been lit in the courtyard in the center of the village. A large pot was set up over one of the bonfires, and hot water was boiling inside. Some of the envoys from the Demon Suppression Division were sitting around the fire.

Wang Zhiyi, the Fan brothers, and others who remained sat by the fire. When they saw Zhao Fusheng and the others return, both sides breathed a sigh of relief.

"Sir, please rest for a while by the fire to warm yourselves up. I'll also go and tell the villagers to prepare some manpower so we can clear the road at dawn."

The martial art of the Wu family.

Zhao Fusheng nodded:
"Go ahead and get busy. Come back when you're done; I have something to ask you."

"Yes."

Wu Jiabing responded and then called a few villagers to leave.

As soon as he left, Yu Lingzhu said in a deep voice:

“Fusheng, something’s not right about this village. I suspect it’s a ghost village.”

She didn't lower her voice. When Wang Yi and the others who remained heard this, their smiles froze, and then fear appeared in their eyes.

Wang Zhiyi, who was twirling a strand of her hair and gazing absently at the fire, wanted to turn around to look at her, but the moment she turned, another face seemed even more anxious, twisting its neck forcefully.

With a cracking sound of bones breaking, a tongue pushed aside the hair on the back of Wang Zhiyi's head, revealing Jiang Jinshan's ugly yet amiable face:
"What happened?"

(End of this chapter)