I become a god in another world

Chapter 670 This road is blocked

Chapter 670
As long as everyone is inside the haunted house, it means that everything they see is an illusion.

Liu Yizhen, carrying the coffin on his back, asked:
"Fusheng, if this isn't a haunted house, where do you think we've entered?"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone's eyes turned to Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng said:

"I didn't light a fire when I came in, and I couldn't see my surroundings, but I felt my feet sinking into mud, heard dripping water, felt damp all around, and saw high walls—"

Upon hearing her description, Chen Duozi said:

"It sounds like we've reached the bottom of a well."

"good."

Zhao Fusheng nodded:
"It felt like falling into the mud at the bottom of a well."

Her words caused everyone to fall into deep thought.

Now that things have come to this point, everyone knows that what they are seeing is not real, so the 'bottom of the well' that Zhao Fusheng mentioned might actually be true.

"If the case in Wuqing County is related to a well, the only clue we have so far is Tang Min, who jumped into the well and died," Wu Shaochun said.

Whether it was his imagination or not, when he mentioned the name 'Tang Min', he seemed to smell a faint stench of decay.

Zhao Fusheng has keen insight.

She noticed Wu Shaochun's momentary hesitation.

"what happened?"

She asked a question.

Wu Shaochun looked around and took a few more deep breaths, but this time, perhaps because the laws sensed the change in his mood, he could no longer smell the stench.

However, he was extremely loyal to Zhao Fusheng and understood that the most taboo thing in the midst of the ghostly calamity was self-righteous concealment. Therefore, upon hearing Zhao Fusheng's words, Wu Shaochun replied without hesitation:

“I just smelled a stench,” he paused, then continued:

"It's corpse odor."

Zhao Fusheng's expression hardened.

"Smell of a corpse?" She had complete faith in Wu Shaochun's judgment. If Wu Shaochun smelled a corpse, it meant there might be a rotting corpse here.

Based on Zhao Fusheng's previous experience entering the haunted house, she rolled her eyes and whispered:
"At the bottom of the well? The butcher's wife who jumped into the well and died?"

There was nothing unusual around her, and she didn't smell any stench of a corpse.

It seems she didn't violate any special rules.

Besides having an exceptionally keen sense of smell due to his control over the Kitchen God, Wu Shaochun must have done something else that triggered something.

Zhao Fusheng calmed himself down, recalled what Wu Shaochun had said, and then tentatively spoke again:
"The Wuqing County Case".

As soon as she finished speaking, there was no unusual movement around her.

Seeing her like this, everyone tacitly shut their mouths and looked around.

Zhao Fusheng then said:
“Related to ‘well’.” She emphasized the word ‘well’, but the burial site remained unchanged, so it seemed that ‘well’ was no longer a key word that touched upon the laws.

“He jumped into the well and died,” Zhao Fusheng said patiently again, “Tang Min.”

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone smelled a foul stench.

Everyone's hearts tightened, but Zhao Fusheng's eyes lit up. She looked at Wu Shaochun, who, barely suppressing his excitement, nodded at her.

"It seems the key to triggering the laws is—"

Tang Min!

Yu Lingzhu was also quite excited.

Fortunately, when they entered the Chang family mansion, they learned the butcher's wife's name from the two wives of the Chang family; otherwise, they would probably have been helpless if they had entered the ghost house at this time.

Wu Ciping's heart pounded as he looked around.

Once Zhao Fusheng found the key to touching the laws, he gave Meng Po and the others a wink.

Meng Po nodded almost imperceptibly.

Blood began to spill from her chest, flowing out of her chest cavity and then turning into a blood mist that slowly rose into the air.

Before long, a perfectly round blood moon appeared above her head, and then the blood-red light illuminated the interior of the yin house.

The blue bricks on the ground were scalded by the blood moon's glow, and the walls twisted.

The once smooth walls are now starting to show signs of wear and tear.

Under the blood-red moonlight, everything began to distort, as if to reveal the true face of the tomb.

This scene shocked everyone.

Yu Lingzhu and Wang Zhiyi stared wide-eyed at Meng Po in astonishment.

Under the blood moon, the vengeful spirits within the two were restless, but an invisible force suppressed them, causing them to cower in the shadows.

The envoys from the capital looked around in alarm at the changes and involuntarily huddled together.

Wu Ciping shrugged his shoulders and muttered to himself:
"Lord Zhao, the ghost tamer beside Lord Zhao is also so powerful."

The blood moon shone on him, casting his shadow on the ground. His shadow seemed not to be touching the ground, but rather to be floating in mid-air, with only a small part touching his body.

A dark shadow seemed to have grown on the top of Wu Ciping's head.

Upon seeing the ghostly figure in the blood moon, he felt a sudden panic and reached out his hand.

The shadow also raised its hand, wiping towards the top of its head without touching the hair that stood up. The shadow then wiped its hand towards the top of the head, and the tiny black shadow that appeared in the blood moon disappeared with a single swipe.

……

When the blood moon appeared, everyone was stunned by Meng Po's power, and no one paid attention to Wu Ciping. Only he noticed this anomaly.

The vine-like thing disappeared, but his heart felt as if it had fallen into an ice cellar. He felt as if an invisible force was binding him, but he didn't know what it was.

Wu Ciping glanced at Meng Po, then at Zhao Fusheng, and finally decided to tell her about this matter after they left the Yin House. He would ask Meng Po for help to examine himself with the blood moon and see if she could find anything strange about him.

The crowd huddled together, and the Fan brothers, who had been standing next to Zhao Fusheng, froze.

The moment the blood moon appeared, the two brothers found themselves each holding a piece of bloody umbilical cord, radiating malevolent energy. Under the bloody light, a strange sense of unease gripped their hearts.

That feeling was incredibly mysterious.

It was as if some ominous and bizarre law had marked the two of them.

Fan Bisi's vision blurred, and he felt as if he had returned to the hellish place of Fengdu, the palace of ghosts.

However, this distracting thought only lasted for a moment. He quickly realized that he had already escaped from hell, and that the Ghost Palace was being held back by Zang Junji and was not there.

With the ghost case in Wuqing County still fresh in mind, how could the two of them afford to be distracted?

Fan Bisi cursed himself inwardly, but influenced by the chaos in his mind, he couldn't help but look up at the sky.

The ghost palace that resembled a mountain of flesh and blood did not appear; it was all just his illusion.

Fan Bisi breathed a sigh of relief and lowered his head.

But just as he lowered his head, a red blush appeared above the blood moon, and the blood moon's radiance trembled.

Then, at the top of the blood moon, dark red lines appeared, resembling irregular characters, carrying an eerie aura, stopping the red glow.

The moonlight rippled twice.

Aside from Meng Po, who was releasing the Blood Moon, no one else noticed this small fluctuation.

As Meng Po looked up at the sky, the blood halo and the strange power of the blood characters canceled each other out, and eventually both disappeared without a trace.

……

At the same moment, Zhao Fusheng was still looking around.

She discovered the secret of this place: the name of the deceased butcher's wife, 'Tang Min,' was the 'key' to breaking the illusion of the ghost house.

"Everyone be careful."

She reminded him:
"Danger will occur after the illusion is dispelled."

However, if the illusion is not dispelled, everyone will be trapped and die in the graveyard, unable to leave.

"Just do your job. I'll handle the cleanup," Yu Lingzhu said, forcing back her fear. Zhao Fusheng nodded, then called out again:

"Tang Min, Tang Min—"

With each shout, the stench grew stronger.

The blue bricks beneath their feet melted under the bloody light, becoming soft, rotten, and cold, like mud, engulfing their feet.

The surrounding space began to shrink and become smaller, and the 'drip-drip' sound of flowing water clearly entered everyone's minds.

A strong sense of resentment and malice then spread.

The malevolent energy here is alarmingly strong.

"Fusheng, the door is gone."

Wang Zhiyi gave a reminder.

Zhao Fusheng had no time to pay attention to the disappearance of the gate to the burial site.

The burial site was melted by the blood-red light, revealing its true form.

"Tang Min, Tang Min."

She called the butcher's wife's name twice more, and the walls began to flicker, then the four walls quickly moved closer together.

"what--"

The accompanying messengers were squeezed and couldn't help but scream, pushing and shoving their way to the center.

"Climb up!"

Zhao Fusheng shouted sharply.

Miao Yougong and the others reacted quickly and immediately leaped up and climbed onto one side of the wall.

He extended his five fingers, unleashing the power of the vengeful spirit. His fingertips tore through the moss and gripped the stone wall.

The others realized what was happening and jumped onto the stone wall as well.

Most of the people selected by the Demon Suppression Division this time were clever. As soon as Zhao Fusheng spoke, everyone reacted quickly and grabbed the stone wall to climb up, which immediately relieved the situation of the stone wall squeezing and crushing people in the middle.

Zhao Fusheng was still standing at the bottom.

The walls of the house had been replaced by uneven stone walls, with piled stones of different sizes covered with moss.

Zhao Fusheng looked up and saw that the surrounding stone walls were in an arc shape, with a diameter of about ten feet underground.

Through the circular stone wall, which was over ten feet high, she could see the blood-red moon hanging above.

Everyone was indeed at the bottom of the well!

This is extremely strange.

This time, Kuai Manzhou's ghost path was cleared by Yu Lingzhu – ghosts could never go astray, the only possibility was that Yu Lingzhu led the wrong way.

Zhao Fusheng realized this and immediately looked at Yu Lingzhu:
"Lingzhu, have you ever been to Xinghua Lane and Zhangliu Road in Changjiao County?"

That was where Tang Min jumped into the well and died—and also where her vengeful spirit first revived.

Yu Lingzhu understood the meaning behind her words and immediately shook her head:

"No."

"No?" Zhao Fusheng's expression changed slightly.

If Yu Lingzhu had never been to the old well on Zhangliu Road, why would everyone be at the bottom of the well?

Just as she was racking her brains trying to figure it out, a sudden and unexpected change occurred.

A large amount of water droplets seeped out from the well wall.

These water droplets smelled foul and were extremely slippery.

"Lord Zhao, water is seeping out."

Miao Yougong felt a chill the moment the cold, damp liquid seeped out.

The water droplets were slippery and thick, like rotten, spoiled blood, and almost instantly filled the spaces between his fingers upon contact.

Miao Yougong's fingers seemed to lose sensation in an instant.

A sense of danger enveloped his entire body; he even felt that the ghosts he commanded were frozen.

Terrified, Miao Yougong, in a life-or-death moment, swayed and 'shed' his human skin, then jumped into the well, shouting as he did so, which caught Zhao Fusheng's attention.

In the instant he escaped, a large stream of dark brown blood submerged Miao Yougong's 'human skin,' turning it into a large pool of dark red blood that corroded the moss.

At the same moment, countless streams of blood gushed from the well walls, swallowing the people hanging there with lightning speed.

The Demon Suppression Division had a total of seventy people on this trip, including those from Wan'an County, and now more than half of them were swallowed up by the bloody light.

The evil spirit at the bottom of the well possesses a sinister and malevolent power, and its activation is extremely fierce.

Zhao Fusheng lost the initiative and shouted:
"Spirit Pearl".

Without saying a word, Yu Lingzhu activated the laws of the vengeful spirit.

Time begins to flow backward.

The seeping blood was suppressed by the laws of the vengeful spirit and began to be reabsorbed by the well walls, causing the converging well walls to retreat.

Meng Po's blood moon returned to her body, and the blue bricks on the ground reappeared.

……

Almost in the blink of an eye, everyone was back at the entrance of the haunted house.

"If that's the case, I'll lead the way—"

Zhao Fusheng was already standing at the front. As she spoke, she felt an extremely strange sensation, as if the scene before her was familiar and she felt as if she had said the same things before.

Yu Lingzhu was bleeding from her mouth and nose, and her face was deathly pale when she looked up.

A menacing blue pattern had already encircled her neck. She looked at Zhao Fusheng and said:

"After entering the yin house, Meng Po summons the Blood Moon. Gao Shen's wife's name is the key to awakening the laws of vengeful ghosts. It will reveal the bottom of the well, where blood will appear and devour the living."

As soon as she finished speaking, everyone was stunned. Zhao Fusheng immediately understood that when they encountered danger earlier, Yu Lingzhu had used the Law of the Vengeful Ghost.

This law is defying the heavens; it's as if everyone has already risked their lives to explore this path once.

The tomb was located at the bottom of a well. Everyone broke the illusion, and a strange phenomenon occurred at the bottom of the well, which swallowed the people of the Demon Suppression Bureau.

Rashly calling out the name 'Tang Min' will not break the laws of the vengeful spirit.

Zhao Fusheng nodded slightly:
"I see."

She summoned the beggar again and reached out to knock on the door.

The same thing happened.

The gate to the haunted house opened, and a gust of cold wind swept in, revealing a machete that fell into her hand.

Yu Lingzhu didn't speak, which meant that the same thing had happened before.

Zhao Fusheng didn't bother to examine the machete closely; he simply put it into hell.

Knowing what was about to happen, she was no longer surprised when she stepped into the ghost realm and sank into the mud at the bottom of the well.

The group returned to the haunted house once again.

Knowing that the previous approach was not feasible, Zhao Fusheng did not call out the name 'Tang Min' again to break the rules.

The tomb presented to the public this time was still the same as before, with blue bricks and yellow walls.

After everyone entered, the gate disappeared without anyone noticing.

The room was still empty, without any extra furniture or other items—everyone was in an empty room, with no way forward or backward.

While one shouldn't rashly break the laws of ghosts and seek death, passively confining oneself to a ghostly dwelling is not a solution either.

Zhao Fusheng pondered for a moment, then asked Yu Lingzhu:
"Can you still hold on?"

Yu Lingzhu had already wiped the blood from her mouth and nose at some point. She proudly raised her head and met Zhao Fusheng's gaze:
“We can hold on. The people of the capital are no less capable than the ghost tamers of your Wan’an County. Do whatever you want, we will never die in this house.”

(End of this chapter)