I become a god in another world

Chapter 651: Strange things to live in
Chapter 651

After Zhao Fusheng finished drinking, the ghost vine returned, wriggling and crawling towards Wang Zhiyi's feet, instantly entangling her.

The king of the Imperial Capital's Demon Suppression Division sat there motionless, as if he had forgotten his instincts as a demon tamer.

"you this--"

Zhao Fusheng was furious and stepped forward to yell at her, but Wang Zhiyi noticed someone approaching and looked up blankly.

She had applied a thick layer of powder and rouge to her face. When Zhao Fusheng first met her, he thought her attire was a bit exaggerated. Now, after hearing her recount her past, he naturally guessed the reason.

Wang Zhiyi stared at her blankly, tears welling in his eyes, completely devoid of any means or instinct.

At this moment, she was no longer the cold and aloof person she was when they first met, nor was she the one who confronted Yu Lingzhu in the carriage. Her eyes were filled with confusion, revealing a rare vulnerability.

"..."

Zhao Fusheng's curses were stuck in his throat; due to the forced alteration of his words, his tone became distorted, and what came out was:
"Ah-"

'Pfft. '

Liu Yizhen mocked him without any restraint.

Zhao Fusheng was slightly embarrassed, then reached out and pulled Wang Zhiyi with a righteous air:
"Get out of the way!"

As she spoke, she reached out and pulled at the ghost vine, which wrapped around her arm and loosened Wang Zhiyi's legs.

"grown ups!"

Upon seeing this, Meng Po and the others hurriedly tried to come forward to rescue them.

Chen Duozi's belly protruded slightly, and the evil fetus inside was reviving.

Liu Yizhen's smile froze on his face. He was about to step forward when Zhao Fusheng raised his arm and pushed him away, his palm facing outward, signaling everyone not to make any rash moves.

"Everyone sits on the ghost bench, now it's my turn."

She chuckled to herself, pulled up her trouser legs with both hands, and sat down with an air of nonchalance.

"bring it on!"

As soon as the shout fell, the ghost vines immediately climbed up her legs and back, wrapped around her waist, climbed up her back to her shoulders, and wrapped around her arms.

The laws of the vengeful spirit invaded her body, and black energy suddenly entered her nasal cavity.

A chilling aura shot straight to the top of her head. Zhao Fusheng tilted her head back, but the base seemed to weigh down a thousand-pound boulder, pressing down on her body and making it impossible for her to break free.

Just then, the Investiture of the Gods notification sounded: An unknown entity has been detected marking the host.

Before Zhao Fusheng could react, tiny black marks, each the size of a fingertip, appeared on her arm. These marks were incredibly powerful, biting the ghost vines wherever they went, and then the vines were covered with black beads that looked like tumors.

The interaction of the two forces bought Zhao Fusheng a brief respite.

Unlike the others who were firmly nailed to the chair, she was able to move her shoulders, neck, and even her legs.

"My name is Zhao Fusheng, and I come from—"

As soon as Zhao Fusheng spoke, the Fan brothers were stunned.

In their understanding, Zhao Fusheng was born in Jiumen Village, Wan'an County, Xuzhou, and was the only daughter of Zhao Dayou and his wife.

However, the place she mentioned seemed completely unfamiliar to the two of them.

Fan Wujiu glanced at his brother, hesitated, but ultimately remained silent.

Zhao Fusheng then said:
"I lost my father at a young age and was raised by my mother. When I was five, my mother remarried, marrying into—"

"elder brother--"

Fan Wujiu was taken aback and turned to look at Fan Bisi. Fan Bisi was also surprised, but did not speak, signaling his younger brother to be quiet for a moment.

As the laws of vengeful spirits are activated, Zhao Fusheng recounts his life story while also being lost in memories.

That year, her mother remarried and soon gave birth to her youngest son, making her situation suddenly awkward.

Fearing that her presence would displease her husband, her mother often ordered her to take care of her younger brother and do more housework.

Living in such an environment fostered Zhao Fusheng's cautious and meticulous personality, as well as his ability to read people's expressions and moods.

Fortunately, although her mother often reminded her, she was also afraid of neglecting her and paid a lot of attention to her. She often saved money and secretly helped her out of her own pocket.

My stepfather is a good person; he works hard and supports our family of four.

Unfortunately, his good fortune didn't last long. He got into an accident at work, his boss absconded, and his family fell into hardship.

But her mother shouldered the burden of life.

……

Zhao Fusheng's past is an insignificant microcosm in this vast world, like a grain of sand in a great era, but what remains for his family is real hardship.

"That day, I was still in school—" Zhao Fusheng's consciousness seemed to separate from his body, his soul floating in the sky, coldly watching himself recount:

"The school teacher came to tell me that something had happened at home—"

"Fusheng, hurry, someone's come looking for you at home." Many years have passed, and she can no longer remember what the person who came looking for her looked like, but these urgent words, tinged with sympathy, turned into a suffocating feeling, like a mountain pressing down on her heart.

The person who came to inform her was a fellow villager, whose face was solemn.

From the sympathetic yet subtly mocking looks in other people's eyes, she guessed that something bad must have happened.

Her family is small, consisting of only her mother and younger brother. What could possibly be so important that the villagers would come looking for her?

She had a bad feeling then, and when she rushed home, she found out that something had happened to her mother.

……

As Zhao Fusheng recounted the story, the two Fans looked at him with strange expressions.

Her account was completely different from what the two men knew.

"...Rumors are circulating in the village that my mother is cursed to bring bad luck to men, and she forbids me from getting close to her anymore..."

As soon as Zhao Fusheng spoke, Wang Zhiyi, who was being supported by Meng Po, was stunned for a moment, then raised her head and looked at Zhao Fusheng.

She had already frowned, and was unwilling to continue speaking.

The laws of the vengeful ghost controlled her body, and black energy entered her eyes, ears, mouth, and nose. However, Zhao Fusheng was not completely controlled by the ghost. After she resisted, her narration of her life story slowly came to an end.

At the same time, she uttered another set of words:
"My name is Zhao Fusheng, and I was born in Jiumen Village, under the jurisdiction of Wan'an County during the Han Dynasty—"

This is another part of the original 'Zhao Fusheng's' life story.

"elder brother--"

Fan Wujiu lowered his voice, cleared his throat, and called out to Fan Bisi.

Liu Yizhen, Wu Shaochun, and the others all looked surprised.

Meng Po looked up at Zhao Fusheng, her hands clenched tightly, ready to strike at any moment.

The original Zhao Fusheng's life was unremarkable, just like the lives of every villager before him. For the first ten years or so, nothing much happened except poverty.

The only turning point in her life came with the appearance of Er Fan.

"...I died from the resurrection of a vengeful ghost, and then I was reborn as a ghost myself—"

As Zhao Fusheng finished speaking, a sudden change occurred.

Around her body, the bruises instantly sprouted into transparent blisters, within which ghost eyes were formed, slowly opening their eyes.

At the same time, countless shadows of tumors appeared on the dark ghost vines, and among these shadows, ghost eyes awakened.

Unable to venture any deeper into the Ghost Vine, Zhao Fusheng changed the subject:
"My name is Chang Laichun, and I was born in Lizhou during the Han Dynasty—"

"My name is You Liyuan, and I was born in Changzhou during the Han Dynasty—"

Different voices came from Zhao Fusheng's mouth, as if people from all over the world were hidden inside her body, vying to tell their life stories.

With each recounting of the past, an eyeball would open. In the blink of an eye, seven or eight voices would revive within her.

The malice began to backfire on the vengeful ghost laws of Wuqing County.

……

Everyone was stunned by this scene.

But Fan Bisi and Fan Wujiu looked at each other and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

When the two first heard Zhao Fusheng recount her past, they were both very frightened. Later, when they heard her use different self-identifications, they guessed that she might be influenced by a vengeful ghost and was talking nonsense.

Wu Ciping, who had not yet fully recovered, was trembling all over:
"Strange, strange."

The villagers' expressions changed, and they gathered around him:
"Village chief, something's not right about tonight's ritual. Will we be punished by the gods?"

Everyone was afraid when the topic of 'divine retribution' came up.

Torches burned in the village, their flames leaping and dancing. Amidst the alternating light and shadow, smoke and dust rose slowly, and an invisible fear permeated the scene.

Wang Zhiyi sensed the villagers' fear. She steadied herself slightly and looked at Meng Po:
Something strange seems to have happened.

"Yes."

Meng Po nodded, looking at Zhao Fusheng with concern.

Just then, black bubbles suddenly appeared on Zhao Fusheng's body, with black gas surging inside.

The dense cluster of bubbles startled and terrified everyone present.

Suddenly, the black energy surged, and just as everyone was horrified, it suddenly contracted and transformed into wide-open eyeballs!

Ghost Eyes found its focus and looked at everyone present.

"Close your eyes!"

Zhao Fusheng tried to speak, but could not utter a sound. Ghostly energy entered her brain, and she could clearly feel a vengeful ghost devouring her body.

But Oni-ten's actions were tantamount to invading herself.

Before the Investiture of the Gods could even be touched, Ghost Eyeball couldn't stand idly by.

Countless ghost eyeballs parasitized the ghost vine, and the malice within the eyeballs caused the ghost vine to wither instantly.

The restraints on Zhao Fusheng's body were suddenly relieved.

She immediately sat up, ripped off the ghost vines that looked like withered branches from her body, and threw them all over the ground.

"Close your eyes!"

She gave the order.

This scene filled everyone with dread.

Those who had experienced the "ghost bench," such as Wang Zhiyi and Wu Shaochun, were well aware of the power of the ghost vine.

Once you sit on it, no matter how powerful the evil spirit you control is, without external help, you will be unable to escape from the entanglement of the ghost vine and can only passively let it devour you.

But now, after Zhao Fusheng sat on it, he was able to forcefully escape the predicament using his own strength.

Wu Ciping trembled:
"Is this...is this a ghost she commands?"

Liu Yizhen and the others looked grim.

They had entered the seventeenth level of the Ghost Prison in Fengdu. At that time, Zhao Fusheng was marked by Zang Junji in the Ghost Realm—the Ghost Eye Mark belonged to Zang Junji's laws.

The situation was urgent.

The moment Zhao Fusheng ordered them to close their eyes, the people of Wan'an County knew what was good for them and tightly shut their eyes.

Wang Zhiyi and several others from the capital also reacted quickly.

Miao Yougong, Wang Ling, and You Hong also closed their eyes—but the three of them were half a step slower than the people from Wan'an County. As they closed their eyes, they felt a sharp pain in their foreheads, as if a cold steel awl was piercing them.

Fortunately, this feeling was fleeting.

The yin energy passed through the three people's skulls and disappeared from the back of their heads, causing goosebumps to rise and hairs to stand on end, but in the end, they were all safe and sound.

But the villagers of Baili Temple suffered a terrible fate.

Wu Ciping's reaction was not weak either.

He closed his eyes too late, but quickly turned away, refusing to look at those ghostly eyes.

But there are also countless 'tumors' on the ghost vines on the ground, and these 'tumors' also contain ghost eyes, hidden in the shadows, looking at the humans on the ground with ill intent.

Wu Ciping was a little slow, and his forehead was pierced.

A ghostly eyeball appeared on his forehead, and a chilling aura enveloped him. Wu Ciping felt a bone-chilling killing intent—his years of 'living' in Wuqing County had dulled the sharpness of his ghost-tamer.

He didn't even realize he was being marked by the vengeful ghost, and instead let the ghost's eyeball take over his body.

Wu Ciping's face turned ashen, his lips pale, and in an instant, he transformed into a completely different person.

But in the next instant, a black vine emerged from his body, shattering the ghost eye. The unfamiliar face disintegrated, and the ghost vine retreated back through the opening in Wu Ciping's forehead.

After a while, he opened his eyes blankly, his expression bewildered, as if he had no idea what had happened.

Meanwhile, the other villagers were not so lucky.

Most of them were marked by the ghost eyeballs, eventually turning into faces completely different from their original selves. Then the ghost vines appeared, crushing the ghost eyeballs and also shattering the villagers who carried the ghost vines, turning them into incomplete corpses that fell to the ground.

As soon as the body hit the ground, it was crushed into pieces by the dark figure and fell into the ground.

The power of the Ghost Eyeball was too great, and Zhao Fusheng was able to control the Investiture of the Gods.

The ghost monument appeared, casting a shadow over the earth.

The creeping ghost vines on the ground and the countless ghost eyes residing on Zhao Fusheng's body instantly stopped spinning.

The two sides remained locked in a stalemate for about a breath, then the eyeballs on Zhao Fusheng's body burst open one after another.

Black energy emanated from her body, shattering countless faces hidden within her eyes.

The ghost vine, covered by the shadow of the ghost monument, lost its vitality and stopped wriggling. In an instant, the ghost vine, like a dead snake, struggled in its death throes before shattering into countless pieces. A gust of night wind blew, and it turned into ashes and scattered away.

……

"Is the crisis over?"

Ding Datong asked anxiously.

He was filled with remorse. Had he known that the trip to Wuqing County would be so dangerous, and that the so-called 'reincarnation and eternal life' was just food for becoming a ghost, he would never have gone in this direction. He would have been better off returning to Wan'an County with Tao Lifang and the others.

Unfortunately, it's too late to regret it now.

Miao Yougong and the others were also eager to leave the village.

Everything here is eerie; the previous ritual terrified several people.

But the three were lucky and were not chosen by the vengeful ghost—the thought of being chosen by the ghost and having their brains and internal organs sucked out made them tremble uncontrollably.

“Now that the ceremony is over, sir, let’s leave Baili Temple,” Miao Yougong said.

Wang Ling nodded in agreement:
"We have plenty of manpower, let's just clear a path tonight and get in, get in—"

He was about to mention the existence of 'Wuqing County' when he felt a chill run down his spine, as if he was afraid that mentioning the place name would mark him with a ghost.

At this point, Wang Ling was in a dilemma.

Wuqing County is far more terrifying than a den of wolves and tigers, but there is no way out here. Staying at Baili Temple is also a dead end, as the sacrifices here can be fatal.

Where can the Demon Suppression Division members go now?
Just as everyone was beginning to despair, Wu Ciping shook his head:

"The ritual is not over yet."

(End of this chapter)