I become a god in another world

Chapter 638 Strange Phenomena Are About to Begin
Chapter 638

Zhao Fusheng scrutinized Jiang Jinshan intently.

Perhaps due to the lack of sunlight for many years, hidden behind clumps of hair, Jiang Jinshan's skin was not very good, with a bluish tinge in its sallow complexion.

But that's not all that's the strangest thing.

His skin was covered with thick, wrinkled folds, like worms, clustered on his forehead.

……

Jiang Jinshan should know what he looks like and is used to the strange looks people give him, but when Zhao Fusheng stares at him now, he feels a little annoyed, but also something is not right - there is no shock, pity or disgust in Zhao Fusheng's eyes, but rather he is seriously looking him over.

Look at his eyes, look at his nostrils, look at the wrinkles on his forehead, the pouches at the corners of his mouth, and every other feature.

At this moment, Zhao Fusheng's gaze gave Jiang Jinshan a feeling: her eyes were like a ruler, measuring everything on his face.

"What are you looking at?"

He was stared at by Zhao Fusheng for a long time before finally losing his temper and asking a question.

Zhao Fusheng said:

"I'm thinking about a question."

"What's the problem?" Jiang Jinshan asked.

Below his head, Wang Zhiyi tried several times to raise his neck, but he forcefully pushed his head back down.

"Jiang Jinshan, why are you suppressing me? Are you cheating on me? Who's watching you? Who's watching you?!"

Once Wang Zhiyi was suppressed and unable to see his surroundings, he seemed to lose his composure and became somewhat deranged, shouting incessantly.

She flailed her arms wildly, even tearing at and pounding her own back.

But at the same time, it was as if another force was controlling her, causing her arms to bend back as if trying to hug herself.

This created a very contradictory attitude, making her feel like she was having a spasm, which was very strange.

"..."

Seeing this, everyone fell silent.

Wang Ling and some other ghost-controlling individuals were used to this, but many ordinary messengers were terrified.

It's not uncommon for ghost tamers to have eccentric temperaments, but Wang Zhiyi seems excessively strange.

No one dared to look up at her, fearing she would take her anger out on them later. They also dared not get up and leave at this moment, so they could only sit and look at each other restlessly, not daring to glance in their direction out of the corner of their eyes.

Liu Yizhen and the others were speechless.

Yu Lingzhu was still uneasy about the clay statue she had seen in Baili Temple and the confusion in her memory at that moment. When she saw Wang Zhiyi going crazy, she was also confused. After a while, she reached out and grabbed Wang Zhiyi's arm:
"You crazy woman, you're going to kill him!"

"What's wrong with me hitting myself? You feel sorry for me? What's your relationship with him, you widow? Have you two been having an affair behind my back?"

Wang Zhiyi was furious.

Jiang Jinshan was unable to defend himself:
No, I'm with you every day—

“You’re not under my watchful eye, so who knows if you’ve been exchanging glances with her?” Wang Zhiyi was unmoved, becoming even more convinced that Jiang Jinshan and Yu Lingzhu had something going on.

"I'll kill you, get out of here, don't grow inside my body, I'll skin you alive—"

She was extremely agitated; her lips trembled, and she reached for her sewing kit again.

"Sew your eyes shut, sew your mouth shut, let's see what you'll use to look at women, to seduce them—"

"..."

Yu Lingzhu now regretted intervening to stop Wang Zhiyi.

This woman has gone mad; she acts without any reason whatsoever.

When it comes to Jiang Jinshan, this woman can't stay calm. The two are evenly matched, so instead of getting entangled with her, it's better to turn back time and go back to the moment when she grabbed his hand.

Just as Yu Lingzhu was about to unleash the Ghostly Law, Zhao Fusheng, unable to bear it any longer, struck out with lightning speed, slapping Wang Zhiyi's hand with a 'smack'.

"..."

"..."

……

Silence fell over the crowd. Wang Zhiyi’s wailing and shouting stopped, and Jiang Jinshan’s panicked explanations also came to an abrupt halt.

Yu Lingzhu paused.

After the initial shock, an irrepressible smile began to well up in her heart.

Haven't you made enough of a scene?

Zhao Fusheng's face turned ashen.

Without thinking twice, she reached out and grabbed Wang Zhiyi's head, lifting her face up.

Their eyes met, and Wang Zhiyi looked at her coldly:

"You dare to hit me."

"So what if I hit you?" Zhao Fusheng raised his left eyebrow.
"I've put up with you for a long time. Did you prick my lip with a needle when we were in the carriage?"

"..."

Wang Zhiyi remained silent.

Yu Lingzhu felt a great sense of satisfaction and took the opportunity to kick him while he was down.

"It's her! This vicious woman is extremely cunning and jealous. If anyone even glances at Jiang Jinshan, she'll kill them."

"She's also very petty. The needles and leather in her hands are strange. If you ask me, we should destroy all her skin so she can't harm people anymore."

"you dare!"

Blood began to seep from Wang Zhiyi's face, and his expression became ferocious.

Zhao Fusheng's face was ashen:
"I'm warning you to stop arguing. I've put up with you for too long. Don't you know what's going on in Wuqing County? Is this a time for internal strife? Can't you tell what's important and what's urgent?"

She took a deep breath:

“Wang Zhiyi, do you think everyone is trying to seduce your man? You’ve already carried him on your back, he has a man’s face and a woman’s body, and he’s with you every day. Who could seduce him? Who would seduce him? Can’t you two look in the mirror?”

She reached up and touched her forehead:
"Shut up, all of you! Answer only my questions, and don't say anything else!"

"I--"

Just as Jiang Jinshan was about to speak, Zhao Fusheng raised his voice and shouted:
"Shut up! Don't you dare say 'I' either, all of you shut up!"

Everyone was as silent as a cicada.

The village entrance suddenly became unusually quiet, with only the firewood in the campfire crackling and burning.

Zhao Fusheng looked around. The people of Wan'an County were calm. Meng Po even had a smile on her lips. She had somehow taken a pot and was boiling soup in it. The soup was boiling and bubbling.

The emperor's companions, including Wang Ling, dared not utter a sound. Yu Lingzhu also pursed her lips, and Wang Zhiyi looked displeased. Fortunately, no one spoke.

Once it quieted down, Zhao Fusheng felt much better.

In fact, because it was so quiet, she thought she heard a sharp ringing in her ears.

After a long pause, she spoke again:
"Wang Zhiyi, Jiang Jinshan, I ask you, have you ever been to Baili Temple?"

"No—" Jiang Jinshan was about to speak when Wang Zhiyi suddenly screamed:

"Why are you talking to her? Why are you interrupting? If she has questions, I'll answer them. What are you up to?"

"Zhiyi, I just—"

Just as Jiang Jinshan was about to explain, Zhao Fusheng's forehead veins throbbed.

Wang Zhiyi knew when to stop. After finishing Jiang Jinshan's drink, he snorted coldly and said:

"No! What Baili Temple? I've never even heard of it." "How many times have you been to Lizhou? How many times have you been to Wuqing County?" Zhao Fusheng asked again.

Wang Zhiyi then said:
"I came here once before, specifically for the Wuqing County case—"

As soon as she finished speaking, Zhao Fusheng continued:
"Have you encountered any danger?"

Wang Zhiyi didn't understand why she kept asking such basic questions at first, but upon hearing this, she had a sudden thought and wondered: Could it be that Zhao Fusheng and his group encountered something strange while they were wandering around the village earlier?

Are these strange events related to himself and Jiang Jinshan?
While her mind was wandering, she kept talking:
"No, I entered Wuqing County smoothly, met the Chang family, stayed for seven days, and then set off back to the capital."

As she said this, her hands involuntarily swayed twice like a bell, and her eyebrows furrowed:
"You damn man, why did you hit me?"

"The seven-day restriction is due to the restrictions imposed by the Soul Fate Register of the Demon Suppression Division," Jiang Jinshan reminded him.

Wang Zhiyi snorted:
"Yes. At that time, we were also controlled by Jia Yi. The Book of Fate had restrictions. Even if someone like me had an order, I could only leave the capital for a maximum of ten days. The journey to and from the capital also took time, so seven days was the maximum I could stay."

After she finished speaking, she said unhappily:
"Zhao Fusheng, I've been tolerant of you out of respect for Fengdu. Just say what you have to say, why are you beating around the bush?"

Zhao Fusheng said:

"What's the story behind you and Jiang Jinshan merging into one?"

Wang Zhiyi was furious:
"none of your business?"

Zhao Fusheng looked at her coldly:
"I wasn't interested in your business, but since it involves a ghost case, I don't care about your past. It concerns everyone's lives, so you'd better behave yourself."

Wang Zhiyi was about to get angry, but she stiffly raised one hand and gently stroked the back of her other hand.

Her expression gradually softened, though her eyes were still red, and she managed to suppress her anger.

Jiang Jinshan said:

"Lord Zhao, when you left with the Wu family soldiers, did you discover anything in the village?"

This time, Wang Zhiyi did not interrupt.

Instead of answering, Zhao Fusheng asked a question:
"Lord Jiang, if we want to separate you, is there any other way besides cutting you two apart with a single stroke?"

Miao Yougong and others who knew the situation understood that she was referring to the clay Bodhisattva statue enshrined in the ancestral hall of the mountain village.

However, when these words reached the ears of Wang, Jiang, and the imperial envoy, they were utterly shocked.

After their initial surprise, Fan Bisi's brothers, Meng Po, and others guessed that Zhao Fusheng must have had his reasons for saying this, and remained silent.

After a long while, Wang Zhiyi went mad:

"Zhao Fusheng, do you want to separate us?"

The hand couldn't hold her down, and she suddenly tried to hurt him.

"The ceremony!"

Jiang Jinshan shouted loudly.

His shout immediately brought Wang Zhiyi's eyes back to focus after he had lost his composure.

“We will not be separated, and no one can separate us. We are one body with two souls, entangled together for all eternity, never to be separated,” Jiang Jinshan said.

After he finished speaking, he turned to Zhao Fusheng and said sternly:
"Lord Zhao, have you discovered something? Wang Zhiyi and I are inseparable. What do you mean by cutting us apart with a single stroke?"

Zhao Fusheng said:

"We found two clay sculptures of ghosts and gods enshrined in the ancestral hall in the village."

She looked at Jiang Jinshan's face:
"The ghost statues were a man and a woman, and they were cut horizontally from the top of their heads, with one face split into half an ear and half a body."

Wang Zhiyi's anger froze.

Jiang Jinshan opened his mouth.

"Half of her body is female, while her male face is located on her back."

Her gaze fell on the two of them:
"Their hair is similar, and their faces are identical—the wrinkles, the flared nostrils, and the two front teeth that their thick lips can't conceal are all exactly the same—"

"What do you mean by this?" Wang Zhiyi shouted angrily.

"The clay sculpture you're talking about sounds like an ugly monster. What does it have to do with Jiang Jinshan?"

Zhao Fusheng, who was already on edge because of the clay sculptures at Baili Temple, was speechless upon hearing this.

"You...you mean, you saw the clay statues of me and Zhiyi in the village shrine of Baili Temple?" Jiang Jinshan didn't have time to respond to Wang Zhiyi's words. He pondered the meaning behind Zhao Fusheng's words, and his hair stood on end.

Are you sure? Did you see it clearly?

“Yu Lingzhu, Miao Yougong and others were there at the time. You may not trust the people of Wan’an County, but you can trust your own people, right?”

As soon as Zhao Fusheng finished speaking, Jiang Jinshan stared coldly at Miao Yougong with gleaming eyes.

Although Miao Yougong knew of Jiang and Wang's presence, he quickly broke out in a cold sweat when stared at by such a face.

“Yes, yes, in the ancestral temple of Baili Temple, there are clay statues of the two lords, the lords’ divine deities.” Miao Yougong nodded.

Yu Lingzhu and the others all agreed in unison, leaving Jiang Jinshan no choice but to believe them.

"How could this be?" he asked in bewilderment.
"We are not from Lizhou. Back then, we were only entrusted by Fengdu to go to Lizhou to investigate the disappearance of Cheng Mengyin and Wu Ciping. We only came to Wuqing County once."

Wang Zhiyi's face was buried below, and he said in a muffled voice:
"This is our first time visiting this canyon, and we don't even know about Baili Temple."

Zhao Fusheng sighed softly:
"In any case, there's something wrong with this Baili Temple. In fact, I suspect this place is eerie, and many people and events seem to be closely related to some of us—"

She analyzed:
"The village chief Wu Jiabing's surname, the death of Dou Sansao in the village, the unusual household registration numbers—and the clay statues of Jiang and Wang." Zhao Fusheng frowned:

"I doubt whether this clay statue is real or fake."

Wang Zhiyi was somewhat dissatisfied:
"You keep saying you saw our clay statues, then you say they're fake. You've told me all sorts of things, the truth and the lies."

Yu Lingzhu sneered:
"Is she wrong? In the Ghost Realm, who can tell what's true and what's false?"

The two can be considered to have met by chance.

Wang Zhiyi was already angry, and Yu Lingzhu's words struck a nerve, so she immediately retorted:

"How dare you speak like that! Who was it that kept saying there were no ghosts in Wuqing County? Now you're talking about a ghost realm."

Yu Lingzhu was not to be outdone:
"Didn't you also come to Wuqing County? There were two of you there, did you find anything out?"

"You—" Wang Zhiyi was about to speak when Zhao Fusheng could no longer contain himself:

"Shut up, everyone!"

"Hmph!" The two snorted in unison and turned their heads at the same time.

Liu Yizhen and the others looked extremely troubled.

Zhao Fusheng's face turned ashen:
"What kind of time is this, and you're still a disorganized mess?"

Wang Zhiyi swallowed his anger:

"What do you mean by what you just said?"

This was a small way for her to save face, a tacit admission of her mistake.

Zhao Fusheng understood her implied meaning and said irritably:
"I was wondering, if we had taken you to the ancestral hall back then, would we have seen the Spirit Pearl or a clay sculpture of Meng Po?"

She paused here and suddenly asked:
"How long has the Wu family soldiers been gone?"

Zhao Fusheng's words startled everyone.

Everyone turned around in alarm and realized something was wrong.

Wu Shaochun said in a deep voice:

"Sir, all the villagers of Baili Temple have fled."

Not only that, but the heavy rain also stopped at some point.

(End of this chapter)