I become a god in another world

Chapter 645 True Identity
Chapter 645

Wu Jiabing laughed upon hearing this.

Zhao Fusheng laughed along with him.

"What are you laughing at?" Wu Jiabing asked curiously when he saw her smile.

Zhao Fusheng answered honestly:

"In this desolate wilderness, a village suddenly appeared. In the middle of the night, the villagers were not asleep, and the village chief did not seem to be from the mountains."

After she finished speaking, she asked Wu Jiabing:

"Who are you anyway?"

"Life is short, why bother digging to the bottom of things?" Wu Jiabing said.
"Besides, what difference does it make whether you know or not?"

Zhao Fusheng shook his head:
"I have a strong sense of curiosity. When it comes to matters of life and death, there are some things I must understand clearly."

Wu Jiabing smiled but remained silent.

Zhao Fusheng sighed:
“If you don’t want to reveal your identity, fine, I’ll find out sooner or later anyway.” Upon hearing this, Wu Jiabing’s gaze sharpened, and then Zhao Fusheng added:

"But are the people in your village human or ghosts?"

Wu Jiabing said:
"Guest, you're quite the joker. We are law-abiding citizens of Wuqing County, how could we be ghosts? And how could ghosts speak?"

Zhao Fusheng's smile vanished, and he stared coldly at Wu Jiabing:

"We have two solutions. One is the civil one, where you honestly answer my questions, and we're both happy."

Wu Jiabing smiled, his face showing disdain.

"Is there another way?" he asked, almost jokingly.

Zhao Fusheng said:

"There's another way, which is through martial arts." She kindly explained a few more points:

“If you refuse to speak honestly, we will kill you until you start talking.”

She smiled and said gently:

"I don't like fighting and killing, and I especially don't want to kill good people by mistake, so as not to damage the merits of the cause."

When Zhao Fusheng mentioned the word 'merit', Wu Jiabing's smile froze.

She added:
“But you are different. I see that you have fierce faces and don’t look like good people. Instead, you look like bandits and villains. You look like you want to harm us. In order to protect yourselves, you may have no choice but to take action. You can’t blame us.”

Wang Zhiyi was stunned by Zhao Fusheng's words. Her lips twitched. After a long while, Jiang Jinshan couldn't help but chuckle.

"Aren't you outsiders?" Wu Jiabing asked cautiously.

"Yes."

Zhao Fusheng nodded.

Wu Jiabing asked again:
"Have you been to Wuqing County before?"

Zhao Fusheng replied:
"This is the first time for some of us."

As she spoke, she casually pointed to herself, Kuai Manzhou, and several other people from Wan'an County, intentionally or unintentionally ignoring Wang Zhiyi.

Wu Jiabing breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this.

"But why did you mention harming merit?"

He asked again.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head:
"You asked three questions, now it's my turn to ask you."

Wu Jiabing's face darkened.

He remained silent for a while, then let out a 'scoff':
"Go ahead and ask. Anyway, there's still some time before the ceremony starts, so it won't hurt to chat with you."

"Village Chief—" a villager asked worriedly, about to speak, when Wu Jiabing said:

“It doesn’t matter if you’re not a local. Once the ceremony starts, you won’t be able to leave. Someone will have to lie in a coffin and be carried to Wuqing County tomorrow morning.”

His words were nonsensical, but Zhao Fusheng took them to heart.

she asked:
"What's your name?"

Zhao Fusheng's words made Wang Zhiyi turn her head in surprise.

The name 'Wu Family Soldiers' was firmly etched in the minds of the Demon Suppression Division group, so why was she asking this question when she already knew the answer?

Wu Jiabing thought for a moment, stared at Zhao Fusheng, and after a long while, he sighed:
"My name is Wu Jiabing now."

"Now? Do you still have a former name?" Zhao Fusheng pressed again.

Wu Jiabing then said:
"Is this one problem or two problems?" he asked, then laughed.
"I asked you three questions in total, and you answered two. Now I'll assume you asked me three questions, and I'll answer two of them for you too."

"Not bad." He nodded.

"I also have a former name."

Zhao Fusheng pressed further:

What was your former name?

Wu Jiabing ignored her and instead looked at the villagers:

"Our guests have arrived, and the sacrificial ceremony is about to begin. Please make room for our distinguished guests."

Wang Zhiyi's face darkened. In a bad mood, he reached into his bag and pulled out a human skin.

But the moment she moved, Wu Jiabing, who was facing the villagers, seemed to have eyes in the back of his head:
“I advise the guests not to act rashly, but to wait patiently for the sacrifice, where there is still a glimmer of hope. If you anger the adults, there will be endless trouble.”

His words had a hidden meaning, and everyone understood it.

Zhao Fusheng's expression shifted, and he pressed down on Wang Zhiyi's wrist:
"Since Lord Wu has said so, let's give him face for now."

Wu Jiabing turned his head and gave her a strange once-over, but in the end he did not refute her words. Instead, he smiled noncommittally.

"What kind of ceremony is your village going to hold?" Zhao Fusheng asked the villagers.

The villagers stood stiffly, their unfriendly gazes fixed on the outsiders. These people stood behind the fire, facing the group, their eyes menacing, giving the Demon Suppression Division a feeling of having stumbled into a pack of wolves.

Wu Jiabing said impatiently:

"You have too many questions."

“I have a lot of questions, but my temperament is different from others. If you treat me as a friend and answer my questions, I will naturally cooperate with your actions; but if you want to play tricks and refuse to tell me certain things, then we will risk our lives to make your night a complete mess,” Zhao Fusheng said with a smile.

Her words caused Wu Jiabing to show a headache:
"There's no benefit to doing this."

"I don't want any benefits, I just want to feel comfortable," Zhao Fusheng said.

Wu Jiabing looked at Wang Zhiyi, who coldly said:
"Me, too."

Meng Po and the others nodded in agreement.

Miao Yougong and the other two only wanted to live, but they were weak in front of Zhao Fusheng and his group, so they had no say and lost their right to decide. They were forced to 'agree'.

"Ok."

After a long pause, Wu Jiabing, for reasons unknown, surprisingly agreed to Zhao Fusheng's proposal:

"I can answer some of your questions so you can die knowing the truth, but you must also cooperate with our rituals so that tonight's offering can continue."

“Okay.” Zhao Fusheng nodded.

Her words surprised Wu Jiabing, who then raised an eyebrow:
"This sacrifice is no ordinary one; it involves the sacrifice of human lives. Can you make the decision to agree to it?"

"I only guarantee that I will cooperate with your sacrificial ceremony, but I cannot guarantee that I will not resist if something unexpected happens," Zhao Fusheng answered honestly.

"But the prerequisite for me to cooperate with the sacrifice is that I need to know everything about the sacrifice."

Wu Jiabing nodded:
"Yes, but I must warn you, once the ritual begins, resistance is futile. Within Wuqing County, there are supreme laws—"

He paused:

"Above all else, I already know who you are, but—"

Wu Jiabing hesitated, then said, "But it won't be very effective."

After he finished speaking, he shouted:
"Don't just stand there, the guests have arrived, the ceremony is about to begin. Set up the mourning hall, prepare the offering table, and then we will invite the gods to their seats."

After Wu Jiabing finished shouting, the villagers quickly sprang into action.

The coffin was ready, and the mourning hall was prepared, but the so-called offering table was not decent; it was a dark red bench with peeling paint.

The stool was already worn and faded, yet it was placed in the center.

The villagers, with their eerie and sinister expressions, seemed terrified of the stool. The moment it was placed, they all retreated as if avoiding a plague, and a large area around the stool was instantly cleared.

Under the light, a reddish-black smoke seemed to rise from above the stool, flowing down the legs like intertwined worms or spilled blood.

"please."

Wu Jiabing made a hand gesture.

Zhao Fusheng frowned and took the lead in stepping into the circle.

As soon as she stepped into the circle of light and got close to the stool, she saw that the black mist on the stool had come to life.

They slid down her legs and surged into the ground, but instead of disappearing into the earth, they transformed into living creatures and wrapped around Zhao Fusheng's feet, merging with her shadow.

Upon seeing this scene, Wu Jiabing was momentarily stunned.

"Fu Sheng!"

Kuai Manzhou was the first to react. The child hurriedly called out Zhao Fusheng's name and followed him into the strange place.

The dark aura also coiled around her feet, causing the little girl to stumble. Ignoring her own safety, she reached for Zhao Fusheng's hand, glancing around warily and menacingly.
"Go away!"

As she shouted, blood mist suddenly surged from the ground, and strange flowers bloomed, cutting off the black energy.

The villagers were somewhat nervous at the sight, but Wu Jiabing remained calm and composed, letting out a cold laugh:
"The Ghost Tamer".

"It's no use." He shook his head.

"Don't waste your energy. Once you're in here, no one can get out."

After speaking, he glanced at Kuai Manyu with surprise:
"A young demon tamer, you seem to have a deep bond with her, sister?"

After he finished asking, Zhao Fusheng ignored him. The people from Wan'an County walked up to Zhao Fusheng without hesitation. Wang Zhiyi hesitated for a moment, but confident in her strength, she also stepped into the circle of light.

Miao Yougong and his two companions were afraid and dared not move forward, but seeing the villagers eyeing them menacingly, they finally gritted their teeth and followed Zhao Fusheng to his side.

……

Once everyone had settled down, the other villagers breathed a sigh of relief. The tension on their faces vanished, replaced by a relaxed expression.

Wu Jiabing couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief:
"What do you want to ask?" he said, then smiled and added:
"I need to remind you, ask your questions now. I will say what I can. The ceremony will begin in a quarter of an hour or two at most, and it will be too late to say anything then."

Zhao Fusheng said:

"Is it true that your surname is Wu?"

Wu Jiabing gave her a strange look, then seemed to understand something and sighed.
"I roughly know who you are, and I think you should also be able to guess who I am, so why ask these questions?"

Fan Wujiu frowned and said:

"Stop talking nonsense. Just answer what the adults are asking you. I've already said time is of the essence, so why are you beating around the bush?"

Wu Jiabing seemed to have a good temper, and he wasn't angry when he heard this:
"My surname is indeed Wu."

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "Is the surname Wu or Wu?"

Wu Jiabing feigned ignorance:
"Aren't they the same?"

Zhao Fusheng said, "You should know what I'm asking."

Wu Jiabing remained silent for a moment, then gave a bitter laugh:
"My original surname was Wu."

"A member of the Demon Suppression Bureau?"

Wu Jiabing nodded in agreement:

"He was indeed originally a member of the Demon Suppression Division."

"Is his name Wu Ciping?" Zhao Fusheng asked again.

Her words stunned everyone.

Everyone who has seen the files of the Imperial Capital Demon Suppression Division naturally understands the meaning behind Zhao Fusheng's words.

"Wu Ciping? The Demon Suppression Division General of Lizhou after Cheng Mengyin?" Meng Po exclaimed in surprise.

Wu Jiabing (Wu Ciping) frowned.

The villagers were not interested in his past; everyone's attention was focused on the upcoming sacrificial ceremony. The fire crackled and popped as Zhao Fusheng and his group faced off against Wu Ciping, and a sense of tension slowly spread in the silence.

"Is his name Wu Ciping?" Zhao Fusheng asked again.
"answer me."

“This name hasn’t been mentioned for a long time; I was almost forgetting it,” Wu Ciping said.

He readily nodded:
“I was indeed named Wu Ciping.”

We found them!

Zhao Fusheng felt a great weight lifted from his heart, which meant that the group from the Demon Suppression Division had indeed come to the right place—this time, entering Wuqing County, they had entered that special and eerie world.

Wang Zhiyi's expression changed drastically:
"Wu Ciping? Since you're alive, why don't you return to the capital to report? Baili Temple? Why couldn't I find this place when I searched Wuqing County last time?"

Wu Ciping ignored her.

Zhao Fusheng possessed remarkable insight and keen reflexes. His questioning was methodical and progressive, subtly suggesting he was the leader of the group.

Time was of the essence, and he didn't want to dwell on issues like Wang Zhiyi any longer, so he looked at Zhao Fusheng:

"Were you sent by the Imperial Capital's Demon Suppression Division?"

“Yes, more than 30 years ago, you and Cheng Mengyin disappeared one after another. The capital sent two generals to search for you, but they couldn’t find you,” Zhao Fusheng replied.

“Thirty, thirty-odd years—time truly flies, you all—” Wu Ciping sighed, then his expression became complicated:

"Why did you bother to come to this place? I—"

His expression was complex, a mixture of pain, resentment, and a hint of disappointment, before all his anger eventually subsided into calm.

Wu Ciping said irritably:

“I had no worries before, but your arrival has only added to my troubles. My life is already difficult enough, getting worse every day, and now you have to cause trouble.”

He looked coldly at Zhao Fusheng:

"Now that you know who I am, what else do you want to ask? Speak up, and I'll send you on your way quickly."

“We came to save you, and this is your attitude—” Fan Wujiu said angrily.

Wu Ciping said coldly:

"I didn't ask you to come."

"You—" Even the usually good-tempered Wu Shaochun was a little annoyed.

Zhao Fusheng waved his hand:
"Let's not argue yet. Wait until I've asked all your questions before we talk."

Both of them simultaneously ceased their activities.

Wu Ciping's decision to quell the situation was one thing, but after Zhao Fusheng's call, Wu Shaochun's self-control made him take a second look at Wu Shaochun.

"What's the name of this place?" Zhao Fusheng asked again.

She seemed to be asking repetitive questions, but with these questions scattered and relatively repetitive, if Wu Ciping was cunning, he would eventually slip up in front of these repetitive and simple questions, and Zhao Fusheng would also be able to extract key information from these answers.

Wu Ciping replied:
"This place is called Baili Temple."

"How many households are there in the village within the ancestral hall?" Zhao Fusheng asked.

Wu Ciping shook his head:
"Maybe a few dozen or a hundred households, I'm not sure, I was only recently sent here myself."

Zhao Fusheng remembered his answer.

(End of this chapter)