I become a god in another world

Chapter 652 Summoning the Sun Traveling God
Chapter 652

Wu Ciping's words plunged everyone's hearts into despair.

Even Wang Zhiyi, who was being supported by Meng Po, couldn't help but straighten up and widen his eyes:
"The ritual isn't over yet?"

She looked down at the ground as she spoke.

Under Zhao Fusheng's shadow, all the shadows on the ground were 'dead' and remained motionless for a long time.

But in no time, the ghost vine seemed to rise from the ashes, with new 'buds' sprouting from the broken part and beginning to wriggle gently again.

Ding Datong's expression changed several times:

"How many people could a mere Baili Temple possibly have? How could sacrificing so many people still not be enough?"

He grew anxious and asked Wu Ciping:

"Are you deliberately trying to trick us into staying here?"

Wu Ciping covered his chest with his hand and looked at him coldly:

"There's no benefit in lying to you!"

After saying that, he pointed to the coffin:
"Did you see the empty coffin here? No one has lain in it yet!"

Wu Ciping said:

“According to past practice, after the sacrificial ceremony, there will be a—” He paused slightly, then gritted his teeth and said:

"A calamity of the ghosts will occur."

He emphasized:
"These are the rules set by Cheng Mengyin, and we must follow them."

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback for a moment, then asked:
"What law?"

Wu Ciping sighed:

"A set of sacrificial rites has a beginning and an end. It begins with recounting one's life story." The process of a villager being selected and speaking is the sacrifice. "Once the sacrifice is over, the person selected to recount the story will enter the coffin."

"To go in dead or to go in alive?"

Fan Wujiu asked.

Wu Ciping's lips twitched:

"Actually, if you ask me whether I'm dead or alive, I can't answer that either."

Fan Bisi asked curiously, "What do you mean by that?"

Wu Ciping then said:

"If it weren't for tonight's events, based on my more than 30 years of experience in Wuqing County, I feel that entering the coffin is neither death nor life."

As soon as he finished speaking, as if knowing that everyone would be curious, he quickly added:
"It can be considered a cycle."

“While there is a ‘dead person’ in the coffin, there will be a ghost festival.” Wu Ciping felt a chill run down his spine when he thought of the ‘ghost festival’:

“It’s right here that a ghostly calamity will occur. The vengeful ghost will kill enough people and then leave.”

His words left everyone confused, and Zhao Fusheng couldn't help but ask:

"Who is this murderous ghost? Is it the 'dead person' in the coffin?"

Wu Ciping glanced at her:
"In principle, yes, but we don't really know for sure. Anyway, once the ghost has killed enough people, the person in the coffin will come back to life."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Fusheng felt it was utterly absurd:
"What if we don't kill enough people? What about the people who were killed?"

Wu Ciping smiled bitterly:
"If not enough people are killed, the person in the coffin is truly dead. If they have enough merit, they will wait for reincarnation; if they don't have enough merit, they will be enslaved and made into objects."

The consequences of this are particularly severe.

Upon hearing this, the villagers' eyes all revealed fear and ferocity.

The few people chosen to participate in the sacrifice had resentment on their faces. They looked around, their malicious eyes scrutinizing the villagers, as if they were openly considering who they would target later.

They were neighbors from the same village, and they knew each other's strengths and weaknesses, as well as who was easy to kill and bully.

"This is really unreasonable!"

Zhao Fusheng felt disgusted upon hearing this:

"Who made this rule? Doesn't it force the villagers to kill each other? Make cooperation impossible? It's extremely vicious."

Under such rules, even fellow villagers—or even close friends and relatives—may find it difficult to open up to each other.

After all, with the sacrifices being performed together, the probability of being chosen to participate in the sacrifice is extremely high. And after participating in the sacrifice, one has to become a ghost to kill people, or be killed by ghosts. Under such circumstances, it's no wonder that these villagers can work together.

According to Wu Ciping, Bailici Village holds numerous sacrificial ceremonies, both large and small, every year and every month. The frequency is so high that it's already good enough if the villagers don't become enemies, let alone remain friends.

With their own safety threatened, the villagers were extremely wary, each feeling insecure, and the village was like a disorganized mess.

When Zhao Fusheng asked the angry question, Wu Ciping remained silent.

She suppressed her anger:

"Cheng Mengyin?"

Wu Ciping neither nodded nor shook his head:

"He is an important part of the law of reincarnation, and everyone must follow his laws. In short, the trouble begins after the sacrifice is completed."

After saying this, he remembered that Zhao Fusheng had asked another question, and added:

"Those who are killed should not panic. Like 'ghosts,' as long as they have enough merit, they can be reincarnated. However, if they are killed too many times, it will also deplete their own life force."

As soon as he finished speaking, he looked at Zhao Fusheng with a complicated expression:
"Tonight may be a great catastrophe."

Zhao Fusheng immediately understood the meaning behind his words.

A 'ghost' is someone who lies in a coffin—which also means that the stronger the person chosen to lie in the coffin, the stronger the ghost's power.

Upon hearing this, Liu Yizhen and the others' expressions immediately changed.

If Zhao Fusheng is chosen to lie in the coffin tonight, then everyone will truly face a great calamity.

“My lord, you mustn’t lie down in this coffin,” Fan Wujiu muttered.

Zhao Fusheng took the initiative to say:

"How about we choose someone to lie down inside?"

After she finished speaking, Wu Ciping hesitated for a long time, then shook his head:

"No one has ever done this before."

"Why don't you give it a try?"

Zhao Fusheng asked.

Her words activated the evil thoughts in Wu Ciping's heart, and he instinctively turned to look at the villagers:
Who participated in the sacrificial ceremony previously?

"No, no, no -"

The expressions of several villagers who had participated in the ritual changed instantly.

The 'newlyweds' participating in the sacrificial ceremony tonight are all hard peaches.

The villagers suffered after they turned into 'ghosts';

After the villagers turned into 'ghosts', they also suffered – because the power of a ghost is an extension of the power it possessed when it was born as a human. It was enough when facing ordinary villagers, but it was clearly insufficient when facing the ghost tamers of the Demon Suppression Division.

Especially considering that Zhao Fusheng and others had previously disobeyed the master and even escaped the control of the gods, it was enough to demonstrate their strength.

"Sir, why don't we arrest these villagers and throw them into the coffin one by one?"

Upon hearing this, You Hong immediately perked up:

"These troublemakers have limited power. Even if they turned into ghosts, with the adults around, wouldn't they be easy to deal with?"

"..."

The villagers looked on with despair.

Miao Yougong and the others nodded in agreement.

Zhao Fusheng frowned:

"No!" she refused resolutely.

"Don't forget, we came to Wuqing County to investigate ghost cases. This is the duty of the Demon Suppression Division. Don't involve other unrelated civilians."

Wang Zhiyi paused for a moment, then said:

"In times of emergency, the villagers are the most suitable, especially since they're involved in the ghost case, so they're not exactly unrelated—"

Before she could finish speaking, Zhao Fusheng shook his head:
"We must never open this door."

She looked at You Hong, whose eyes showed fear:

"No, no, no—"

Miao Yougong and the others' expressions changed from surprise to joy.

Zhao Fusheng was unwilling to arrest the villagers, but putting You Hong into the coffin would be acceptable. This man was just an ordinary messenger and did not control ghosts, so putting him in the coffin would be easy to deal with—as long as Miao Yougong and the others did not lie down inside.

"You Hong, go in!" Miao Yougong immediately ordered.

“We already saw you in the coffin, so now is the perfect time for you to go in.”

"Lord Miao, spare my life—"

"Stop arguing!"

Zhao Fusheng gave a soft shout:
"Time is reversed here. You Hong is destined to go into a coffin. Go in now and I will personally watch you without closing the coffin lid. If anything happens, I will pull you out immediately."

She has said her piece, and there is no possibility of changing it.

Miao Yougong and his men were eyeing the area covetously. Wan'an County had a large and powerful population, and Wang Zhiyi was also staring coldly at You Hong. You Hong felt as if he had been placed in an ice cellar, but he dared not delay.

In cases involving ghosts, the death rate of the messengers is inherently high—if it weren't for the villagers of Baili Temple, such a task would have ultimately fallen to a messenger like him who didn't control ghosts.

Despite his fear, You Hong had no other choice. Under Zhao Fusheng's watchful eye, he walked tremblingly to the coffin.

As he got closer, he suddenly exclaimed "Eh!"

"Sir, who closed the coffin lid?"

He held onto the coffin, his body trembling uncontrollably.

You Hong recalled that when he and his companions passed through Zhao Gui's house and arrived at this "village entrance", the coffin was clearly open and empty.

Afterwards, Wu Ciping spoke with Zhao Fusheng, and then the sacrificial ceremony began. During the ceremony, everyone's attention was drawn to the ghost vine, and they did not notice when someone climbed into the coffin.

In fact, You Hong knew perfectly well that no one would dare to climb into the coffin in the dead of night. The coffin lid was closed silently. The only possibility was what Wu Ciping had mentioned: there would be a special ghost ritual at the end of the ceremony.

Everyone thought of this.

Zhao Fusheng strode forward, grabbed You Hong by the collar, and dragged him to the ground.

You Hongyi breathed a sigh of relief after being thrown aside, then braced himself with his hands on the ground and kicked his legs backward.

Zhao Fusheng reached out and touched the coffin, and a chill seeped out from it, causing the surrounding light to suddenly drop.

The Ghost Realm has been formed at some unknown time.

The black mist instantly enveloped the entire village, covering all the villagers and the group of intruders.

Zhao Fusheng turned his head to look around; the faces of Meng Po and the others had been concealed.

Countless shadows could be vaguely seen in the black fog.

But the shadows of the ghost vines flickering underground made it impossible for Zhao Fusheng to distinguish between people and ghosts for a moment.

The village gates, houses, and people like Wu Ciping were all gone, as if only Zhao Fusheng and the black coffin she was holding up remained at the village entrance.

The large character "奠" (meaning "offering sacrifice") on the head of the coffin was shocking to behold.

Flames flickered menacingly within the black mist, adding to the eerie and sinister atmosphere of the surroundings.

"Man Zhou? Xu Yu?"

Zhao Fusheng first called out the names of the two children.

A short while later, someone responded to her from within the black mist:

"Ai."

"Ai."

The voices, high and low, created a unique tone that made it impossible to tell if the person was male, female, young, or old; it seemed to have a stiff, rigid, and dull quality.

Zhao Fusheng's heart sank.

Then the other shadows merged with the black mist, leaving only the two shadows that had answered her one after the other, who also shouted back:

"Zhao Fusheng".

Zhao Fusheng felt an itch in his throat and instinctively wanted to agree.

But at the crucial moment, she hurriedly held her breath and pursed her lips.

She swallowed that response.

"Zhao Fusheng".

"Zhao Fusheng".

Two shouts, one high and one low, rang out.

'Tatttatt.'

It felt as if stiff, uniform, and heavy footsteps were approaching her.

The footsteps seemed to be deliberately made, as if they were stomping heavily.

Zhao Fusheng didn't turn his head, but lowered his eyelids and looked at the ground.

The shadows on the ground shifted—not the shadows of the ghost vine, but two figures that looked like children, similar to Kuai Manzhou and Xu Yu.

But behind each of these two figures, there was a faint thread.

As the two figures drew closer, Zhao Fusheng did not feel relieved; instead, he felt an inexplicable sense of vigilance.

"Zhao Fusheng—"

"Zhao Fusheng".

Two shadows approached her from behind, tentatively drawing near her shadow:

"Zhao Fusheng—"

They were calling out Zhao Fusheng's name.

With a thought, Zhao Fusheng conjured up the abyss of hell, swallowing the shadows within.

The Investiture of the Gods prompted her to open the eleventh level of hell, but Zhao Fusheng ignored it.

The two ghostly figures were swallowed by hell, their voices still echoing eerily from the depths of the earth:

"Zhao Fusheng—"

"Zhao Fusheng".

With each shout, Zhao Fusheng felt dizzy and lightheaded.

An urge to follow the sound arose in her mind, and before she knew it, her ankle tightened, as if an invisible force was binding her and pulling her in a certain direction.

Her right leg lifted lightly, and the two shouts became even more urgent.

And suddenly, other shouts rang out from within the ghostly mist:
"Zhao Fusheng".

This time the voice changed; it actually sounded like Wu Shaochun's voice.

Then Wang Zhiyi's voice rang out as well.

Zhao Fusheng frowned.

Baili Temple is eerie and strange; we can't linger in this awful place any longer.

She and Yu Lingzhu and the others split up into two groups. She was worried that something might happen to Yu Lingzhu if she stayed in the village to participate in the sacrificial ceremony for too long.

Anyway, we've already grasped most of the rules of the ritual, and Wu Ciping has already told us what we need to know, so there's not much point in lingering any longer.

With this in mind, Zhao Fusheng did not hesitate to take out the Ghost and God Token:

"May the Day-Wandering God appear in the world!"

Blood quickly flowed across the Ghost Card, and the Investiture of the Gods notification sounded: The host has a life-long covenant with it, and it is willing to be driven by you!
‘Boom! ’

As Zhu Guangling's ghostly figure appeared, a bolt of lightning as thick as a bowl instantly ripped across the sky.

The night was torn apart, and lightning descended from the sky, crashing to the ground with a deafening roar.

Large clumps of ghostly mist were broken apart, and then large raindrops pattered down on Zhao Fusheng's head.

This one raindrop seemed to be the vanguard; as soon as it fell, other raindrops rushed down in a rush.

The torrential rain of ghosts shattered the ghost realm with lightning speed.

It rained heavily.

In the blink of an eye, puddles appeared on the ground, the rainwater soaking the soil until it was soft and mushy, and the mushy mud formed shoe prints of different sizes.

These shoe prints also appeared under Zhao Fusheng's feet. She lifted her leg and stepped into the mud with a 'plop,' perfectly slid into the mud, as if she were wearing a pair of specially made ghost rain boots.

The moment Zhao Fusheng put on the ghost shoes, he could no longer take a step.

Zhu Guangling was, after all, a general who was above the Tribulation level and nearly at the Wild God level. With a single shower of ghosts, he instantly dispersed the domain formed by the evil spirits in the village.

The firelight reappeared, and the villagers who had been shrouded in ghostly mist reappeared.

The once dense crowd had thinned out somewhat—the previous ghost ritual had cost many people their lives.

(End of this chapter)