I become a god in another world

Chapter 648 recounts his life story.
Chapter 648

"Sacrifice!"

"Sacrifice!"

"Sacrifice!"

……

The villagers' shouts rose in waves.

After a few breaths, a sudden gust of cold wind swept in, and the shadows on the ground around them began to lash out menacingly.

Under the firelight, thick shadows, as thick as bowls, writhed like nimble snakes underground. This sudden change caused the villagers' faces to show a numb expression of fear and resignation.

The shouts stopped simultaneously, and everyone held their breath.

The shadowy figures moved nimbly through each person, appearing to Zhao Fusheng and the others as if these crisscrossing shadows had draped everyone in Bailici Village over them.

If this dark shadow is likened to a line, then the villagers of Baili Temple are like beads threaded through a line with holes punched in them.

If you touch the thread, the whole string of beads will shake.

This scene was exceptionally terrifying and horrifying.

Countless black wisps swept in from all directions, covering everyone in an instant with an unstoppable, overwhelming force.

When Wu Ciping saw these dark figures, his face twitched, and he could barely contain his fear.

He instinctively tried to dodge, but after taking only two steps, the dark shadow caught up with him and swallowed his body.

The moment the shadow 'grabbed' him, his shadow's spine arched, then trembled violently, as if in extreme pain.

After a long while, Wu Ciping showed a resigned expression. Finally, his legs seemed to have had their bones removed, and he staggered back several steps before finally managing to stand up steadily.

"The master is here—"

A villager shouted.

The shadows soon engulfed Wang Zhiyi, Ding Datong, and the group from Wan'an County.

As the shadowy figure, resembling a black snake, approached Zhao Fusheng, a tremendous sense of crisis surged into her heart.

She instinctively wanted to dodge, but in the end Zhao Fusheng's willpower prevailed.

The shadows linked her shadow together, and at that moment Zhao Fusheng felt her soul tremble. The vengeful spirit she commanded seemed to have been severely injured and was involuntarily suppressed.

At the same time, the ghost monument that Zhao Fusheng was carrying on his shoulder also moved slightly, and she almost had the illusion that she could not 'carry' it steadily.

The notification sound from the Investiture of the Gods rang in her mind: You have been marked by an unknown entity.

As soon as the notification sound came on, Zhao Fusheng's body began to itch and ache intensely.

The faint bruises were the moles that were beginning to appear on the body, weakening the ghostly shadow's hold. Within the shadow, tiny eyeballs emerged.

A blurry image was reflected in his eyes.

Two laws began to vie for control within Zhao Fusheng's body, but the power of the two demons was quickly suppressed by the Investiture of the Gods and eventually disappeared into her body.

The shadow that passed through Zhao Fusheng's body faded considerably, and its movements became slower.

Most importantly, upon closer inspection, many protrusions of different sizes appeared on the shadowy figure—like a snake covered with bumps of varying sizes. These bumps concealed the greatest malice in the world, slowing down the shadowy figure.

However, as the sacrificial ceremony was about to begin, no one noticed this subtle change.

"Sacrifice!"

"The master is here—"

……

The villagers knelt down, touched their foreheads to the ground, and quietly awaited the arrival of the gods.

All the dark figures that had surged in from all directions eventually stopped at that blood-red bench.

Then, a mist of blood flowed from the bench, merging with the dark figures to form a terrifying behemoth hidden underground.

Zhao Fusheng could only see the scene of this huge object displayed in front of her. She guessed that what was displayed might only be the tip of the iceberg of the evil spirit, and there was something bigger and more terrifying hidden deep in Wuqing County.

The Chang family is a cancer in Wuqing County. Yu Lingzhu's act of "repaying kindness" back then nurtured a monster powerful enough to shake the Investiture of the Gods.

As her thoughts raced, the shadow moved.

Wu Shaochun suddenly exclaimed in surprise:
"grown ups--"

As soon as he shouted, his body involuntarily moved forward.

Wu Shaochun's body was stiff, his arms flailing wildly, but he kept moving forward. His expression and body language showed that this movement was not his own will, but rather controlled by some kind of force.

Meng Po was about to step in to help.

A golden glint flashed in Liu Yizhen's eyes, but the instant he moved, Zhao Fusheng reacted and immediately said to Wu Shaochun:

"Shaochun, don't move yet, see what the sacrifice is for."

As soon as she spoke, Wu Shaochun immediately understood.

"it is good."

He trusted Zhao Fusheng completely. Even though he knew that being marked by the vengeful ghost was likely to mean his death, he was still able to suppress his instinct to save himself and let the laws of the vengeful ghost drag him along.

Wang Zhiyi witnessed this scene and turned around in utter astonishment.

Miao Yougong and the others were stunned for a moment, their faces showing disbelief.

In an instant, Wu Shaochun was dragged to the red bench. The shadowy figure did not tear him apart, but instead 'invited' him to sit down.

As soon as he sat down, he couldn't help but speak:
"My name is Wu Shaochun—"

The villagers all fell silent, and only Wu Shaochun spoke:
"I was born on the 6th day of the 11th month of the 225th year of the Han Dynasty in Gou Tou Village, under the jurisdiction of Wan'an County."

His lips didn't stop moving, but his eyes revealed shock.

Liu Yizhen, Meng Po, and the others were too surprised to watch this scene with their eyes wide open, unable to utter a word. Deep down, they even had a thought: they shouldn't interrupt this important moment.

Wu Shaochun's words and actions were clearly not his own intentions; at this moment, he should be controlled by the laws of vengeful spirits.

When Zhao Fusheng listened to Wu Shaochun recount his life story and his parents' names, and combined this with what Wu Ciping had said earlier: "Upon entering this place, the gods will know your past and present lives, and thus judge your good and evil, and arrange your next life," he immediately gained a deeper understanding of the laws governing the vengeful spirits of Wuqing County.

"Gou Tou Village has a total of 126 households, approximately—"

Wu Shaochun continued talking, and the information he revealed was firmly remembered by Wu Ciping and others, and also heard by Zhao Fusheng and others.

Wang Zhiyi turned to look at Zhao Fusheng. Only then did the two understand why the village chief, Wu Jiabing, was able to say that Baili Temple had a total of 126 households when they entered the village.

"All right."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Fusheng interrupted Wu Shaochun's narration.

All the villagers involuntarily turned their heads, and Wu Ciping also turned his head, staring at her with wide eyes, his eyes conveying a message: Are you crazy?

Wu Shaochun did not 'listen' to her and continued:

"In the autumn of the 246th year of the Great Han Dynasty, a ghost case occurred in Dog Head Village, caused by the village elder, Wu Dajing—"

I've made up my mind!

Zhao Fusheng shouted again.

As she spoke, she moved forward. But shadows surged towards her from all sides like a tide, gathering at her feet, trying to stop her from advancing.

The tenth level of hell unfolds.

The shadow of hell is like a terrible abyss, from which countless shadows pour down and are swallowed up.

The Investiture of the Gods prompts: The tenth level of hell cannot accommodate more vengeful ghosts. Do you want to spend 50 merit points to open the eleventh level of hell?
After a slight hesitation, Zhao Fusheng still rejected the suggestion of the Investiture of the Gods.

Although she currently has enough merit points to open Hell, the situation in Wuqing County is far more dangerous than she anticipated. Once she has used up more than half of her merit points to open Hell, the lack of merit points afterwards could very likely bring annihilation to her companions.

These shadows are endless, and even the tenth level of hell cannot contain them completely, so Zhao Fusheng simply resorted to external assistance:
"Grandma Xu!"

she shouted.

As soon as he finished speaking, a stern woman's voice rang out:

"Grandma Xu is here!"

Suddenly, towering red flames erupted from the abyss, and Granny Xu's figure emerged from the firelight.

"..."

Wang Zhiyi and Jiang Jinshan had heard other members of the Demon Suppression Division mention Granny Xu before, but this was the first time they had witnessed her in person, and they were stunned.

As soon as Granny Xu appeared, Xu Yu happily clenched his fist.

"This—" Granny Xu didn't bother with pleasantries with Xu Yu; her eyes immediately fell on the dark figures that had fallen into the abyss. She frowned, a speechless expression on her face:
"Lord Zhao, where did you get yourself into such big trouble?"

"Never mind that. Shaochun is being haunted by ghosts. Help me by drawing these evil spirits away," Zhao Fusheng said.

Grandma Xu sighed:
"I knew I shouldn't have come with you. Staying in the Ghost Palace was much quieter. The first thing you did was drag me into work—"

"Fusheng, don't be angry, Mother-in-law—"

Xu Yu, with a childlike nature, didn't understand the banter between the two. Fearing that Zhao Fusheng would take Xu's grandmother's complaints seriously, she was about to explain, pulling Zhao Fusheng's hand, when Zhao Fusheng grabbed her hand in return.

"Don't worry, Grandma Xu is just joking."

Grandma Xu was initially somewhat helpless, but after hearing what Zhao Fusheng said, she smiled again.

"You're sensible enough, but I won't take any more jobs next time."

Although she was complaining, she was full of energy. She reached out and grabbed her waist, and a string of octagonal bells hanging from her waist immediately jingled.

With a clang, the wooden bells rang, and the Ghost Emperor was revived.

A large amount of flames erupted from Granny Xu's body and surged toward Wu Shaochun, forcefully severing the ghost vines that were binding him!
"I--"

Wu Shaochun's self-introduction came to an abrupt end.

He leaped up from the blood-red bench as if his backside were on fire.

The blood-red light on the bench revived, like a monster that hadn't had its fill of blood. The shadow that Granny Xu had forcibly severed writhed, trying to get closer again.

But Wu Shaochun had just escaped the clutches of the ghost, so he dared not linger. He leaped and quickly jumped out of the place of trouble.

It wasn't until he jumped more than ten feet away from the bench that Wu Ciping and the others came to their senses. Wu Ciping exclaimed in horror:
"You...you people are committing a heinous crime—"

Zhao Fusheng ignored him and turned to look at Wu Shaochun:

"Shaochun, are you alright?"

Wu Shaochun, still shaken, touched his chest, then patted his arm upon hearing this:
"My lord, everything is alright for now."

His statement proves that the previous possession by the vengeful spirit must have caused him other harm.

"I--"

As Wu Shaochun continued speaking, the ghostly figure that had been forcibly severed by Granny Xu revived, this time choosing Kuai Manzhou as its target:

"My name is Kuai Manzhou, and I was born in—"

The child offered no resistance and was swept into the "ghost bench".

She sat upright, her hands pressed firmly to her knees by the shadows.

Granny Xu, who had originally saved Wu Shaochun, was stunned by what she saw:
"What the hell is this thing? Is this going to never end?"

"My mother—"

In the short time that followed, Kuai Manzhou had already started talking about Zhuang Si Niangzi.

The story of Zhuang Si Niangzi is related to the destruction of Kuai Liang Village and is also a turning point in the little girl's life.

She wasn't ready to reveal everything in front of countless strangers; resentment and anger shone in the child's eyes.

Grandma Xu intervened again.

The flames landed, scalding the dark figure and causing it to sizzle and smoke.

Kuai Manzhou paused, then struggled to summon Zhuang Si Niangzi. Blood-red ghost flowers bloomed all over the ground. Wherever the ghost flowers went, they blocked the shadows that wanted to make a comeback. Kuai Manzhou took the opportunity to escape and returned to Zhao Fusheng's side.

After the two people from Wan'an County were rescued, Granny Xu looked around and then realized what had happened:
"Lord Zhao, my abilities are limited, and this is all I can do to help. There are too many of you, and I can't possibly attend to everyone."

After saying that, he retreated back into the abyss, intending to slip away.

But before Granny Xu's figure disappeared, her voice echoed through hell:

"Keep an eye on my Ah Yu, don't let him get lost."

As soon as she finished speaking, Granny Xu's figure had already disappeared.

Meng Po said:
"Sister Xu is stubborn, but she really trusts the adults."

Zhao Fusheng pulled Xu Yu and Kuai Manzhou aside, and upon hearing this, he simply smiled and remained silent.

Granny Xu's appearance was just a minor interlude, abruptly interrupting the two 'confessions,' but the vengeful ghost wouldn't be angry. Once the ritual began, it wouldn't stop until it had obtained enough 'information.'

The two attempts to gather new information were interrupted, and the dark energy soon returned, grabbing a villager and leading him to the red bench.

The villagers sat down.

The black mist was almost solidified, resembling asphalt, and completely enveloped his body.

Large amounts of black mist, condensed into a liquid-like substance, dripped down the villager's body, merging him with the bench and making him appear as if he had grown out of the bench, indistinguishable from it.

In a short time, the villagers' faces were also covered by black mist, obscuring their eyes and nostrils, leaving only their mouths visible for speaking.
"My name is Zhong Aniu, and I have been reincarnated seven times in total—"

The villager remained silent.

The black energy split into countless fine, thread-like ghostly lines, which burrowed into his ears and eyes, swirling within his brain and body, 'studying' him thoroughly.

This scene had a huge impact on Ding Datong, greatly overturning his understanding of 'reincarnation and immortality'. His face showed a look of fear and helplessness, and he instinctively looked at Zhao Fusheng and Wu Ciping.

Wu Ciping's face showed a look of despair, horror, and utter disgust. In a short while, these expressions disappeared, replaced by a numb and resigned look.

The villagers seemed to be used to this scene; no one showed any fear, but all of them clenched their fists and trembled.

This physical reaction, akin to stress, is far more vivid than facial expressions.

The villager chosen for the sacrifice quickly finished recounting his life story.

His life was unremarkable; poverty and hardship followed him throughout his life. From his first life to his many reincarnations, he lived in impoverished homes, struggling to survive. Nothing remarkable happened. It seemed that the vengeful ghost could no longer draw new 'nourishment' from him and soon released him.

After being devoured by the ghost, the villager's skin became so thin it resembled a sheet of transparent oil soaked in water, and his ribs were clearly visible beneath his sallow skin. He lay motionless on the spot for a long time, like a withered corpse.

(End of this chapter)