I become a god in another world

Chapter 642 Different Truths
Chapter 642

Upon hearing this, Miao Yougong felt a chill run down his spine, and a sense of foreboding washed over him.

Then he heard Zhao Fusheng ask:

"Could you show me which houses you entered?"

Miao Yougong's heart was pounding wildly, blood was gushing from his neck, and his hands were trembling uncontrollably.

Then You Hong pointed to several village houses near the entrance of a nearby village:

"It's this one, that one, and another one."

As You Hong pointed, Wu Shaochun, Liu Yizhen, Da Fan, Xiao Fan, Miao, and Wang froze – the three rooms You Hong pointed to were exactly the ones they had searched before.

Everyone was on tenterhooks, and involuntarily looked at Zhao Fusheng, who remained calm and expressionless.
"What happened after you went in to search?"

‘Gudong. ’

You Hong swallowed hard, his face contorted with grief, and said:

“We thought this was an abandoned village—” he said, his eyes filled with despair and terror:
"I originally intended to just make a casual trip and deal with Lord Miao's questions later."

In his extreme fear, he disregarded the potential resentment Miao Yougong might hold towards him and spoke frankly:

"But when we went inside, it seemed like we saw a ghost."

"A ghost?" Miao Yougong felt goosebumps rising all over his body and involuntarily repeated the question.

"A ghost?!" Yu Lingzhu exclaimed softly.

You Hong, seemingly distracted, nodded.
"It was a ghost, and it was pitch black. I... I couldn't see it clearly. I was terrified and didn't even have time to greet Liu Si and the others. They were scared too, so we all ran for our lives—"

When disaster strikes, everyone flees for their own lives; at this point, no one can care about others.

You Hong stammered:
"In my haste to run around, I got separated from Li Jin and the other two."

His words were completely inconsistent with the facts as perceived by the public.

The chaos began when Miao Yougong sent ten men into the village to investigate.

In You Hong's resurrection, they entered the village without meeting the villagers of Baili Temple, nor did they see the village chief Wu Jiabing, nor did they lead the villagers back. Instead, they led the team back to the village.

All he knew was that when he entered the village, he saw several bonfires, a large pot that was not yet boiling, and went into the village houses to check. In the end, he encountered a 'ghost' and everyone scattered and fled.

In the minds of Zhao Fusheng, Miao Yougong, and others, You Hong and his group encountered villagers holding a funeral when they entered the village. Upon hearing that there were outsiders, the villagers took the initiative to lend a helping hand and led the group from the Demon Suppression Division into the village.

Village chief Wu Jiabing and others first set up a fire and a pot to settle the Demon Suppression Division members. Then they led Zhao Fusheng and his group to check the ancestral hall in the village. After that, village chief Wu Jiabing and a group of villagers mysteriously disappeared—leaving only a campfire and a coffin. The coffin was supposed to contain the body of the deceased, Sister-in-law Dou, but when everyone opened the coffin, they found that it contained the corpse of Demon Suppression Commander You Hong.

……

The general outline of the situation has been clarified.

Everyone was stunned by this bizarre, terrifying, and chilling event, and fell into a deathly silence.

Zhao Fusheng, however, was not affected by You Hong's words.

After a brief silence, she gathered her thoughts and then asked again:

"Did you check the condition of the house after you went in?" she asked. She noticed that You Hong looked tired and confused. He seemed completely bewildered by her question, as if he hadn't understood at all.

Zhao Fusheng decided to be even more direct in his question:

"How many rooms are there in the house? Which direction did the ghost go? Did you notice?"

Although she asked that question, she could tell from You Hong's reaction that these people were terrified and probably lost their way after seeing the 'ghostly figure'.

As expected, You Hong shook his head:
"I...I can't remember," he said shamefully.

"My mind went blank; all I wanted to do was escape, so I squeezed through any door I could find and hid wherever there was a crack in the wall—"

In a daze, he didn't know how he escaped, but he just felt that the room seemed endless.

He said:
"I don't know if I panicked and went into the wrong door, or if I was being haunted by ghosts, but I kept going back and forth in the house. Or maybe the house was really eerie—"

At this point, You Hong shuddered.

"Anyway, I eventually separated from Liu Si and the others. When I came to my senses, I didn't know where they had gone. In a panic, I found a stove and hid in a woodpile for a while."

After an unknown amount of time, You Hong heard voices and footsteps outside.

"At first I thought it was a ghost, but then I heard someone mention 'Lord Wang,' and I thought, 'I might as well risk it all,' so I decided to take the gamble and came out from the woodpile—"

At this point, tears of joy streamed down his face:
"Who knew I'd win the bet? It really was Lord Wang and his men."

As soon as he finished speaking, he wiped his nose and looked at Zhao Fusheng with teary eyes:

"What happened next, Lord Wang and the others also know. After we went to the ancestral hall, we came back, until, until you, sirs, talked about what was inside the coffin—"

After he finished speaking, the entrance to the village fell into a deathly silence once again.

Miao Yougong couldn't hold back any longer:

"Liu Si—"

he shouted.

Among the six surviving messengers surrounded in the innermost circle, one wore a look of despair and responded shakily:
"I am here."

“You said—” Miao Yougong’s eyes flashed with a cold light:

"Who among you is real and who is fake? Who is the ghost? And who is pretending to be a ghost?"

You Hong was filled with unease, and Liu Si dared not look him in the eye, but instead knelt and kowtowed:
“Lord Miao, you are wise! You saw it with your own eyes, we dare not lie. We were following your orders to enter the village to investigate, and there were many people at the village entrance at that time.”

He was terrified of losing the opportunity to speak, so he spoke very quickly:
“The villagers were holding a funeral. When they saw us arrive, they called the village chief, Wu Jiabing. After listening to our story, he came with us to leave the village and return.”

Liu Si said in despair:
"Later, when we settled in the village, we lit fires and set up cooking pots. The adults witnessed it all and would never dare to lie about it. Otherwise, where would these fires have come from?"

The others sitting with him kept nodding.

Hearing this, You Hong was shocked, but he still argued:

"My lord, everything I've said is true. I was in a group with Liu Si, and we only separated when we encountered ghosts in the village. I'm a living person. If I'm lying, may I be struck by lightning and die a horrible death!"

He swore an oath, fearing that Zhao Fusheng would not trust him.

After he finished speaking, he looked around and saw that the people's eyes showed vigilance, defensiveness, fear and disgust, but no one huddled together.

You Hong felt a sense of despair.

He and his companions got separated after encountering a ghost. Unlike Liu Si, he didn't have witnesses. He had no proof in his own words, so why should others believe him?
"It's true—" he said softly, shaking his head in despair.

"Liu Si and the others... they're wrong. I'm really alive. They're the ghosts—"

"My lord, what should we do now?"

Wu Shaochun asked softly.

Yu Lingzhu and the others also lost their composure. Wang Zhiyi coldly said:
"If you ask me, it's better to kill all ten of them to prevent future troubles than to let the guilty go free."

Her words were filled with murderous intent, which frightened You Hong and the others so much that they stood frozen in place.

"Zhao Fusheng, what do you think?" Yu Lingzhu turned and asked.

"I think Wang Zhiyi's words are quite right."

You Hong and the others trembled all over.

Now that things had come to this, they had resigned themselves to their fate. Their lives were no longer in the hands of ordinary messengers, but were entirely in the hands of the Ghost-Controlling General. The group dared not resent Wang Zhiyi and Yu Lingzhu for making the suggestion, but instead resented each other. Liu Si looked at You Hong with venomous resentment—as if he had brought this disaster upon himself.

"Liu Si and the others returned alive, and their experiences were the same as ours. So far, there's nothing strange about it."

Zhao Fusheng did not hesitate:
“You Hong’s speech is different from what we have seen and heard, but he is not dead yet, so what he said may not be false.”

Yu Lingzhu, with her quick temper, couldn't hold back any longer upon hearing this:
"Why are you being so blunt? What they're saying is contradictory, but you're implying that both sides are true. I don't want to talk about this; just tell me whether these people should be killed or not."

"I won't kill her." Zhao Fusheng glanced at her coldly.
"Don't resort to violence so easily. What did they do wrong that they have to be killed?"

“They’ve offended a ghost—” Yu Lingzhu said.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head:
"That's a problem with ghosts. What good is killing to stop the trouble? The root cause isn't clear, yet you're already rushing to kill people."

She frowned.
"What's more, I find this matter interesting, and it has given me an idea."

"what idea?"

Jiang Jinshan asked a question.

Zhao Fusheng did not answer, but looked at You Hong:

"Maybe what they're saying is true."

"What do you mean?" Yu Lingzhu was confused by her words.

Zhao Fusheng patiently explained:

"Before we approached Baili Temple, the carriage behind us got stuck in the mud. Miao Yougong sent You Hong and ten others to scout ahead. When You Hong and his men entered the village, they encountered a funeral being held and thus met Wu Jiabing, and learned some basic information."

After she said these words, Liu Si and the others thought she believed their story and sided with them, and their faces lit up with joy.

On the contrary, when You Hong heard what she said, which was completely different from what he had said, his heart sank.

"After that, we followed Wu Jiabing and others into the village, lit a fire, boiled water, and then split into two groups. We went to the ancestral hall, and you stayed here."

Yu Lingzhu was filled with anxiety. She had a quick temper, but seeing Zhao Fusheng's methodical analysis, she forced herself to remain calm and listened as Zhao Fusheng continued:

"After returning, Wu Jiabing led the villagers away."

"And then?" Yu Lingzhu couldn't help but ask.

"Then this point in time is crucial." Zhao Fusheng gave You Hong a deep look: "When Wu Jiabing and the others left, we found that the water in the pot on the campfire had boiled, and the rain had stopped."

Yu Lingzhu shook her head:
"I still don't understand."

Wang Zhiyi understood:
“Fool, at this moment, You Hong was sent by Miao Yougong and just happened to step into the village.”

“But—” Yu Lingzhu suddenly understood.

Different points in time.

She herself was the ancestor of resetting the laws of time. Since Wang Zhiyi had made it so clear, she naturally could no longer deceive herself.

"In other words, although You Hong and Liu Si are in the same group, it's as if they entered different points in time; the village is a special ghost realm—"

After this point in time, the two sides were separated.

Both sides' accounts could be true, but since they entered the village at different times, their observations and experiences were completely different.

"Yes."

Zhao Fusheng nodded.

Now everyone understands.

But a new question arose in everyone's mind: How could a mere Baili Temple be so terrifying?
The same team of messengers entered the same village, but it was as if they had stepped into two different worlds, yet they all appeared at the same point in time.

You Hong, who encountered Wu Jiabing, 'died,' but You Hong, who did not encounter the villagers, survived.

Inside the coffin was You Hong's corpse, but now, before everyone stood a living You Hong.

……

Everyone's minds were in a mess. These clues were like trying to see flowers through a fog. Even though Zhao Fusheng explained things clearly and everyone understood, they still couldn't figure out how such a rule was created, and whether the current You Hong was real or fake.

Yu Lingzhu thought for a long time, and finally gave up:
"Then tell me what to do?"

"Assuming You Hong is alive and what he said is true, and the coffin was empty when he entered the village, then I think the corpse inside the coffin must have disappeared by now."

Zhao Fusheng said.

As soon as she finished speaking, Liu Yizhen quickly took a few steps back, ran to the coffin, peeked inside, and then nodded:

"An empty coffin."

These words sent chills down everyone's spines.

Wang Zhiyi felt uneasy, but seeing that Zhao Fusheng's expression was normal, she felt inexplicably reassured.

She was about to speak when Zhao Fusheng asked her:
"Wang Zhiyi, did you go to the ancestral hall?"

Wang Zhiyi composed himself and then answered:

"went."

Before Zhao Fusheng could ask again, she continued:
"After entering the ancestral hall, we did not see any clay sculptures, but instead a memorial tablet."

Wang Zhiyi's words sent a chill down everyone's spine.

Although everyone had realized that this place was strange since You Hong appeared, they were still a little nervous when she said that the clay sculptures were missing.

"A memorial tablet?" Zhao Fusheng asked curiously.
"What kind of memorial tablet? Can you write on it?"

Jiang Jinshan said:

"No, it's blank."

That's really strange!

Yu Lingzhu felt extremely troubled. She rubbed her temples and asked, "What should we do now?"

Zhao Fusheng said:

"I'll remain unchanged in the face of all changes. I estimate that tonight will not be peaceful. I'll wait until dawn before leaving Baili Temple."

Upon hearing this, everyone felt a chill run down their spines.

Yu Lingzhu hesitated for a long time, wanting to have someone open the village gate to see what was going on outside—but when she looked up, she found that the surroundings had been shrouded in a faint black mist.

"Ghostland!"

A ghost realm has formed, and a group of people are trapped here, unable to escape.

Looking at it this way, it seems that all we can do is wait for the vengeful ghost to appear.

"grown ups--"

Miao Yougong was quite frightened, but at this moment, the calm and composed Zhao Fusheng became the backbone of the group:

"Should we now assign people to guard the four directions?"

"Need not."

Zhao Fusheng shook his head:
"Everyone stay here. Time is out of order here, and if we wander off, we might get separated."

The 'dispersal' she mentioned is not simply about scattering, but rather the possibility of getting lost in the flow of time. Even if they are in the same place, they may be separated by different times and spaces, making it impossible for them to support each other and making the situation even more complicated.

"It's just a ghost case. We have two kings, and the people of Wan'an County are plentiful. You also have many ghost tamers, and the envoy is from the Demon Suppression Division. What are you afraid of?"

Seeing that everyone was in low spirits, Zhao Fusheng couldn't help but give a soft shout.

Wang Zhiyi hummed softly:
"Three people, Jiang Jinshan and I are two different people."

Yu Lingzhu hesitated for a long time:
"Zhao Fusheng can also be counted as one."

After hearing what these people said, Miao Yougong and the others, who were initially frightened, calmed down.

Although the group was in a dangerous situation, they were all very capable. However, Miao Yougong and his group were used to a life of ease and had not handled any ghost cases for a long time, so they were not as composed as the people from Wan'an County.

(End of this chapter)