I become a god in another world

Chapter 671 Reincarnation and Recovery
Chapter 671

With Yu Lingzhu's assurance, Zhao Fusheng immediately understood the situation.

"This is Old Lady Chang's burial site—" She looked around:

“The lights were on before we came in, and the house was 'inhabited'.”

Since calling out the name 'Tang Min' turned the yin house into an old well, what will happen when calling out the name of Old Madam Chang?
Zhao Fusheng's gaze shifted, and he suddenly spoke:
"Old Mrs. Chang".

As soon as she shouted, the surroundings fell silent.

'Bang, bang.'

'Bang, bang.'

Everyone's hearts began to tremble inexplicably. It was as if a chilling aura was reviving in the darkness, a chilling and terrifying aura that was even more chilling and terrifying than the bottom of the well, making their hair stand on end involuntarily.

Yu Lingzhu's back was soaked with cold sweat.

In such a situation, with everyone's lives in her hands, she could not afford to be negligent.

As soon as Zhao Fusheng finished shouting, he felt the malevolent ghost's aura solidify and begin to compress the yin house.

Darkness descended imperceptibly, compressing the tinderbox in Meng Po's hand, forcing the flame to shrink smaller and smaller until it was as small as a bean in a short while.

"Old Mrs. Chang".

Zhao Fusheng called out again.

The shadows drew closer again. Meng Po held a lamp, and the dim yellow light formed a halo that enveloped everyone.

But as soon as Zhao Fusheng uttered the second cry of "Grandma Chang," the halo was compressed, and darkness descended.

Everyone's hearts were in their throats. The Fan brothers gripped the blood umbilical cord tightly in their hands and looked around.

Zhao Fusheng walked out of the crowd. When Meng Po saw this, she immediately became anxious and reached out to pull her back.

She reached out and blocked Meng Po, then shook her head at Meng Po.

Meng Po hesitated for a moment, then released her grip, and Zhao Fusheng stepped out of the halo. She then called out again:

"Old Mrs. Chang".

As soon as the shout rang out, the shadows on the ground grew even thicker.

Zhao Fusheng could feel the surging undercurrents underground, but when she looked down at the ground, it was pitch black and there was nothing there.

In the darkness, a fierce and malevolent gaze was watching her, making her feel increasingly threatened—as if she had returned to the time when she had just been reborn, when she was weak and bravely ventured into the beggar's alley.

But Zhao Fusheng was inherently rebellious.

The more dangerous it is, the more she wants to explore it.

A crisis lurking beneath the abyss is always a scourge; the evil spirit must eventually be drawn out.

She distanced herself from the crowd, her inner vigilance reaching its peak, even unleashing a hellish aura.

A shadow spread from beneath her feet, and the Investiture of the Gods revived above Zhao Fusheng's head, with several ghosts and gods squatting atop the divine stele. She spoke again:
"Grandma Chang, Grandma Chang, Grandma Chang—"

She shouted several times in a row.

Caught off guard by this shout, Meng Po and the others were quickly separated from Zhao Fusheng by the black mist.

In the darkness, Yu Lingzhu and the others only heard the sound of dripping water, followed by a wave of chilling air that engulfed them all.

All of this happened so fast that Yu Lingzhu didn't even have time to react before she and the others seemed to be trapped in darkness.

As soon as she regained consciousness, she felt a sense of foreboding and turned to look around. What she saw made Yu Lingzhu freeze in shock.

Then, the tinder in Meng Po's hand lit up again.

The suppressive aura of the flames disappeared.

Everyone from Wan'an County and the people from the Imperial Capital Demon Suppression Division were unharmed and stood together.

Not far from the crowd, Zhao Fusheng stood in the halo of light.

"Fu Sheng."

Upon seeing that Zhao Fusheng was unharmed, Yu Lingzhu's eyes lit up, and she shouted out.

But her shouts went unanswered by Zhao Fusheng. She looked up and around, her eyes sharp as an eagle's, full of fierce determination.

Meng Po stepped forward with a lantern, but no matter how fast she ran, the distance between her and Zhao Fusheng did not shorten.

"grown ups!"

The others followed suit, and Kuai Manzhou laid out the Yellow Springs Ghost Road. The black and red ghost road unfolded rapidly, but it seemed to stretch on without end, and could not close the distance between him and Zhao Fusheng.

The two sides were about five steps apart in sight, but no matter how hard they tried, they could not get closer.

"Don't waste your energy. We should have entered the Ghost Realm and can't get close to her."

Liu Yizhen frowned and spoke.

Just as everyone was in a state of panic, Chen Duozi forced himself to remain calm and suddenly said:

"Look, it seems the adult is still in the tomb."

Her words made everyone realize that Zhao Fusheng was still inside the yin house.

"I wonder if the adults have discovered our disappearance yet," Wu Shaochun said.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Fusheng looked up.

She opened her mouth as if to say something, but no one could hear her voice—though from her lip movements, it seemed she was still calling 'Old Mrs. Chang'.

As Zhao Fusheng shouted, something strange happened instantly.

In the originally empty underworld, objects such as furniture and decorations suddenly began to appear out of thin air.

"Grandma Chang, Grandma Chang—"

Zhao Fusheng continued to call out the name of "Old Lady Chang". The missing furniture returned to the ghost house, but disappeared into the house again with her cries.

A large number of dark red blood streaks began to appear on the walls and the ground.

Suddenly, Yu Lingzhu and the others, who belonged to the same space but seemed to belong to different times and spaces, heard two sharp and piercing screams.

"what!"

"what!"

The two screams were extremely strange, as if they were uttered simultaneously.

Their voices were in the same tone, but one person's voice was young and the other's voice was old and aged.

The two sounds eventually merged into one, forming a strange shout that was indistinguishable between old and young:
"Ghost!"

The word "ghost" seemed to be a signal, causing Yu Lingzhu and the others' expressions to change immediately.

……

At the same moment, as Zhao Fusheng called out the name 'Old Mrs. Chang,' she also noticed that Yu Lingzhu and the others were swallowed by darkness.

However, Yu Lingzhu has the power of time reversal, so if they encounter danger, she can activate the Ghost Law and return to the entrance of the Yin House.

Since time had not reversed, it proved that Yu Lingzhu was safe and sound.

"Since that's the case, I'm going to go all out."

A glint of light flashed in Zhao Fusheng's eyes, and she suddenly shouted again:
"Grandma Chang, Grandma Chang—"

After shouting several times, a strange phenomenon appeared.

The evil energy surged within the burial site, and furniture and decorations suddenly appeared, each exquisitely crafted yet vibrantly colored, only to be instantly torn apart by the evil energy.

At the same time, the walls and the ceiling were covered with a large number of blood vessels that looked like rotten tree roots.

The stench filled the entire room in an instant.

Two voices, one that of a child and the other of an old man, rang out:
"Ghost!"

That scream was like a signal.

The ground began to shake, and the blood vines surged wildly.

'Pat-pat, pat.'

Large clumps of blood gushed down from above, and the blue bricks on the ground, as if made of paper, quickly decayed after being stained with this filthy blood.

The ground where Zhao Fusheng was standing immediately collapsed, creating a huge black hole that seemed to want to swallow her up.

But just then, a deep abyss suddenly appeared on the ground.

Within the abyss, a pale, bright light flashed. That light repelled the blood vines and slowly emerged from the abyss.

A dark, ghostly ship was seen drifting in the abyss, with an old boatman standing on it.

The boatman looked like he was just a thin layer of skin, with firelight shining through, illuminating his face clearly.

"Old Zhang!"

At that moment, in the shadowy world, Fan Bisi cried out in surprise.

As soon as he finished speaking, the ghost ship followed the boatman's rules and moved closer to Zhao Fusheng.

As Zhao Fusheng fell, the ghost ship swung to her side, and she fell into the ship.

As soon as Zhang Chuanshi, who was standing at the bow of the boat, met the person, the ghostly figure disappeared from the spot and reappeared at the bow of the boat, extending a hand to Zhao Fusheng asking for money.

Faced with Zhang Chuanshi's attempt to take his life, Zhao Fusheng remained calm and composed, while once again unleashing the power of the vengeful ghost that would give before taking.

Zhang Chuanshi's outstretched, deadly ghostly hand was instantly marked by the power of the vengeful spirit. The boatman's hand trembled involuntarily, as if it had inadvertently brushed past Zhao Fusheng and moved towards the bow of the boat.

A small amount of blood spurted from the bow of the boat and fell right into Zhang Chuanshi's hands.

The Ghost Ship Driver Law is activated: Ghost ships avoid currents and carry all things.

The blood flower fell into Zhang Chuanshi's hands, but instead of dissipating into malevolent energy, it was held tightly by the boatman.

Zhang Chuanshi was stingy in life, and when faced with a vengeful ghost, he valued money over his life; he remained the same even after death.

The smiling boatman grabbed the bloody wave and pulled it back with all his might.

The ghost blood was pulled out into a thin thread, which was initially thin and weak, but grew thicker and thicker as it was pulled, as if it had been pulled into a vine.

Before long, Zhang Chuanshi pulled a vine carrying a roll of dead bones into the boat!

All of this happened in an instant. From the moment Zhao Fusheng broke through the appearance of the yin house and summoned the vengeful ghost, he dodged several deadly attacks and summoned three ghosts in succession.

Despite facing a life-or-death crisis, she executed her movements with the fluidity and grace of flowing water.

After bestowing blessings, the vengeful ghost, who had been giving before taking, prepared to reclaim Zhao Fusheng's life, but she summoned the power of the door gods.

The door gods and their wives, carrying the ghost god on their backs, appeared behind her.

Having already received the incense offerings, the ghosts and gods, whose strength was no less than that of the Calamity level, immediately suppressed the newly emerged Calamity level vengeful ghost, who had been giving before taking.

As soon as the ghost couple appeared, they immediately embraced Zhao Fusheng.

The Investiture of the Gods prompts: The door gods are about to carry you on their backs. Do you wish to consume 1000 merit points to suppress them?
no!
Zhao Fusheng gave up on suppressing her and instead allowed the door gods to lift her up.

The moment she was lifted up, Zhang Chuanshi was overcome. She endured the pain of the vengeful ghost tearing at her body, opened the gates of hell, and Zhang Chuanshi, carrying the withered bones he had just grabbed, unwillingly and resentfully sailed into the hell.

As the ghost ship was taken into hell and the abyss disappeared, the blood that had been suppressed underground surged up like a fountain.

These fountains of blood, seemingly alive, were splashed onto the door gods.

The door gods gave up tearing Zhao Fusheng apart; the two ghosts stood side by side, their faces grim.

The blood fountain surged high in waves, like giant waves ten feet high, crashing down on the two ghosts.

The two demons emanated a surge of malevolent energy.

The demon mother swayed and embraced Zhao Fusheng.

Then the figures of the ghost couple immediately grew larger, reaching a height of over ten feet. The door panels they carried on their backs also rapidly expanded, merging into one, like a tightly closed 'ghost gate' blocking the heads of the two ghosts and one person.

'Tatttatt.'

The blood fountain struck the gates of hell like a mountain collapsing.

But strangely, the moment these fountains of blood hit the door, they did not disperse like waves, but instead transformed into countless dense, writhing blood tentacles of different sizes, which began to pound and twist on the door.

This scene horrified Yu Lingzhu and the others.

But the blood fountain did not stop.

Blood gushed from the ground, shooting into the air before crashing down onto the gate of hell.

In the blink of an eye, the Ghost Blood Spring merged into a large puddle above the door panel.

Countless streaks of blood flowed down, like blood trees rooted in the earth, tentatively reaching towards the ghosts and spirits hiding under the door and Zhao Fusheng's body.

The blood tentacles slammed against the door panel with a series of loud bangs, each strike like a tremendous force, shaking the door panel violently.

The door gods receive the power of incense offerings and prayers.

Blue smoke rose slowly, carrying the bloody light into the air.

However, the ghostly blood was very potent, and it seemed to have also received the power of incense offerings. When it was lifted into the air by the green energy, it immediately stopped.

Then the blood mountain fell, and countless tentacles extended from its bottom, piercing through the green mist and sinking straight into the door panel.

The power of the door gods is strong, but the strange power in the tomb of Old Lady Chang in Wuqing County seems to be even greater than that of the door gods.

The door gods, who originally manifested as demonic beings, were suppressed by this power, their forms began to shrink, and the power of the door panels also diminished.

At this rate, we can't hold out for even a short while.

Zhao Fusheng made a quick decision and removed the door gods.

The spirits and deities have returned to their rightful places.

Then a ghostly stele shrouded in blue mist appeared.

Yu Lingzhu and the others could not see the existence of the Ghost Stele, but they were still awestruck by this special God-Sealing Stele, even though they were separated by a strange world.

"What, what is that—" A strange sense of unease rose in my heart.

Wang Zhiyi's voice began to tremble.

The mountain of blood on Zhao Fusheng's head swelled and contracted, its blood tendrils baring and clawing, engulfing her with the force of Mount Tai pressing down, ready to swallow her up in an instant.

At what should have been a life-or-death moment, Zhao Fusheng's back was bent over, and she held her hands behind her back as if supporting something heavy.

At the same time, a blue mist emerged from her back, resembling incense smoke.

A terrifying entity lurks within the fog.

Wang Zhiyi and Yu Lingzhu both had the same thought flash through their minds: the forbidden zone must not be explored.

For a moment, their minds went blank.

Then, from within the blue mist, a ghostly deity slowly emerged.

The horse-faced ghost appears, and the laws are activated!
Wherever the ghost messengers went, they captured hundreds of ghosts, causing the ghost hordes to tremble in fear.

The wriggling blood tentacles froze instantly.

The ghost turned his head and looked around.

After being swept by the ghost messenger's gaze, those menacing, flailing blood tentacles seemed to lose their vitality and drooped limply.

After they fell, they turned into hanging skeletons.

The stench instantly filled everyone's nasal cavity.

"Ghost!"

"Ghost!"

The innocent voice of a child and the hoarse scream of an old man rang out at the same time.

Then the underground blood spring revived once more.

Amidst the gurgling sound of bubbles, the bloodstains hanging from the dead turned deathly pale, then broke off one by one and fell into the pool of blood.

……

This sudden change stunned everyone.

But the ghost messenger's horse turned its head and looked towards the mouth of the blood fountain.

"not good!"

A bad feeling arose in Meng Po's heart. As soon as she finished speaking, the withered bones that had fallen into the blood pool came back to life.

The pool of blood nourished the corpses, allowing them to regenerate flesh and blood.

The ghouls were enveloped in blood and eventually transformed back into thicker, stronger crimson tentacles, which reconnected with the broken branches of the blood spring.

Inside the group, Wu Ciping stared at the scene in disbelief, muttering to himself:

"Reincarnation and Recovery—"

(End of this chapter)