I become a god in another world

Chapter 672 Ghost Messenger's Supernatural Powers

Chapter 672

After saying this, Wu Ciping stared intently at the gushing blood fountain on the ground, a complex expression flashing in his eyes.

The people of Wan'an County remained silent, while the people of the Imperial Capital Demon Suppression Division were in turmoil.

Ding Datong's lips moved, his Adam's apple bobbed twice, and he involuntarily bit his lip.

Earlier, Zhao Fusheng mentioned that the 'reincarnation' in Wuqing County was a scam, which made Ding Datong feel scared. But now, seeing the blood spring appear and the corpses that rolled in the spring water immediately came back to life, he was tempted again.

"If reincarnation is like bathing in a pool of blood, then—"

He muttered to himself, and when his words reached the ears of others, many of them lit up.

Meng Po frowned and shouted:
"Xiao Ding, don't go crazy."

Ding Datong immediately sobered up after being scolded by her.

He took a step back and dared not speak again.

……

Meanwhile, on the other side, Zhao Fusheng and the Yin Cha Ma Mian stood on one side of the blood pool, surrounded by thousands of blood tentacles.

'Gurgle, gurgle.'

Blood surged, and the blood spring that burst from the ground expanded wildly from its original size of a bucket. Blood bubbles rolled, blood columns shot into the sky, and countless drops of blood splattered, instantly forming a giant 'blood tree' with the blood pool as its foundation.

Once the blood tree took shape, its terrifying canopy enveloped Zhao Fusheng in a bloody glow.

The branches quickly blossomed and bore fruit, and wherever they bloomed, fierce ghosts were resurrected.

Each of the hanging ghosts has a stem above its head, connected to the blood tree, and then a fierce ghost 'ripens and falls'.

The moment they landed, the ghost messenger, Horse Face, turned his head.

The intimidating power of ghosts and gods is activated.

The vengeful ghost, which had just landed, was immediately intimidated by the ghost messengers and stood still.

Then the other vengeful ghosts in the tree opened their eyes, and the ghost messengers turned their heads one by one.

Wherever its gaze fell, the vengeful spirits lost their ability to move and froze in place.

However, as the Ghost Pool spread, its power canceled out the power of the Ghost Messengers. In addition, the number of resurrected vengeful ghosts increased, which weakened the Ghost Messengers' deterrent effect.

Where it no longer looks, the ghosts rise again.

The ghost messenger moved.

It strode forward and entered the horde of ghosts—this was its obsession from its previous life: to intimidate all ghosts and subdue them.

Wherever Horse-Face went, countless vengeful ghosts developed bluish-black finger marks on their necks, followed by the ghost messenger waving his hands.

The ghost messenger's arms left afterimages in mid-air, as if his movements were exceptionally slow. The ghost's clenching motion froze, and the moment the ghost messenger's hands tightened, countless vengeful ghost heads that had fallen from the ghost tree were crushed and turned into drops of blood that flowed into the blood spring.

The solemn, ghostly figure of Horse-Face walked into the horde of ghosts—the more vengeful ghosts there were, the easier it was for Horse-Face to move around.

This was the first time Zhao Fusheng had used the power of the ghost messengers so recklessly.

In the past, she had people from Wan'an County by her side, and she was worried that the ghost messengers might accidentally harm them, so she dared not use the ghost messengers' power freely.

At this moment, she was surrounded by a horde of ghosts. As soon as the ghost messenger entered the sea of ​​ghosts, she turned her wrist and immediately drew upon the power of Erlang Shen.

She held the ghost whip in her hand, and the ghost messengers in front of her were as if they were in a ghost-free land. Wherever they went, the necks of the ghosts were snapped, leaving only their ghost bodies standing in place.
Behind him, Zhao Fusheng brandished his ghost whip. Wherever Erlang Shen's ghost whip touched, the headless vengeful ghost's body was pulverized, turning into a large splash of blood that flew into the air.

The ghost's body turned into fragments and was enveloped in a pool of blood.

The blood pool surged, and a new cycle of reincarnation began once again.

……

The surroundings were eerie, and the blood-red light illuminated the burial site.

Zhao Fusheng looked at the newly formed ghost tree. She wondered if it was just her imagination, but the blood tree that had grown back seemed much thicker than before.

"Is the Ghost Tree making progress?"

She muttered to herself, and then the ghost tree 'beared fruit' again, its lush branches producing countless vengeful ghosts that hung from the treetops like hanged ghosts.

All the vengeful ghosts opened their eyes at the same time, and then their faces surged with bloody light, instantly transforming into countless identical faces of Wu Ciping.

"Lord Zhao."

"Master Zhao!"

The soul-calling began.

When the ghosts shouted for the first time, Zhao Fusheng felt a sharp pain in his brain.

It felt as if a million needles were simultaneously piercing her soul and stirring it violently.

Her eyes were swollen, and hot liquid flowed from them, turning her eyes red.

Zhao Fusheng wiped his eyes; his fingers had turned blood red.

"You're bleeding?"

She blinked twice, and the world before her eyes was filled with flowers.

"Master Zhao!"

The trees were covered with countless 'Wu Ciping's' calls.

Every shout foreshadows cause and effect.

Zhao Fusheng discovered that the blood flowing from her eyes seemed to be connected to the outside world, and some strange, eerie aura was invading her body.

The feeling was like countless overlapping spider webs stuck to her body. She couldn't see them, and because there were so many, she couldn't remove them all at once.

Realizing this, Zhao Fusheng immediately sought the help of the door gods.

The power of the door gods has been revived.

In the blink of an eye, her body transformed into a vengeful ghost. Then, blood lines appeared, and countless fine ghost lines, as dense as hair, wrapped around her body in several layers, enveloping her like a giant cocoon.

"Fu Sheng."

At the other end of the tomb, Kuai Manzhou saw Zhao Fusheng in trouble and his eyes immediately flashed with a fierce light.

The little girl screamed and tried to pounce on Zhao Fusheng.

However, the world of the yin dwelling is a different realm, separating the two and preventing them from meeting.

Kuai Manzhou grew increasingly anxious. She had somehow produced the Ghost Nail and was about to act when Meng Po suddenly grabbed her and pulled her into a tight embrace.
"Don't worry, Manzhou, the adults have a plan."

As soon as Meng Po finished speaking, Zhao Fusheng transformed into a door god, and then the two ghost gods were also summoned.

The Zhao family, with its three members, has finally been pieced together as a whole.

The combined power of the three ghosts surged once more, their backs pressed together, and the blood-red light on their bodies transformed into tangible ghost flames that shot into the sky.

'Squeak, squeak'.

The ghost threads binding Zhao Fusheng's body were burned away.

She opened the ten levels of hell and shouted:
"Grandma Xu, please help me."

'boom! ’

Flames swept out.

Grandma Xu's lazy voice came from the flames:
"coming!"

Granny Xu emerged from the raging flames, the firelight engulfing the blood pool, the blood tree, and the shattered ghost corpses, which crackled and popped as they burned.

The burnt smell instantly replaced the putrid smell.

The Blood Spring was overcome by fire; the blood was burned, and the ground quickly dried up.

The previously expanded blood pool shrank, shrinking to the size of a bowl in the blink of an eye.

Granny Xu's figure was surrounded by the fire, stained red by the blood.

Behind her, the ghostly figure of an emperor loomed faintly. Granny Xu coughed twice, her voice weak:

"Lord Zhao, where did you attract this vengeful spirit? It's incredibly powerful."

Red ashes flew wildly in mid-air, and Granny Xu waved her hand twice to fan them away.
"That ghost just won't go away."

Zhao Fusheng's gaze fell on the spring on the ground, which had shrunk to the size of a fist:

"The Chang family of Wuqing County".

After she finished speaking, she summoned the ghost messengers, and Horse-Face stood silently behind her.

The ghost fires of the tenth level of hell were still burning, and Granny Xu revealed her face.

She followed and walked forward:

"Solve it?"

The blood pool has dried up, the blood tree has collapsed, and the vengeful ghosts hanging on the ghost tree, having lost their blood pool for reincarnation, will never revive.

The pricking pain in his soul had also disappeared. Zhao Fusheng turned to look at Horse-Face, the vengeful ghost, who stood by the spring and did not move again.

Does this mean that the riots by vengeful ghosts in haunted houses have temporarily come to an end?

At the other end of the tomb, Kuai Manzhou, who had been anxious, calmed down again, and Meng Po, Chen Duozi and the others breathed a sigh of relief.

Everyone thought the problem had been solved.

Miao Yougong breathed a sigh of relief:
"Alright, let's find a way to meet up with Lord Zhao."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone saw Zhao Fusheng shake his head:
"Do not."

"It's still inside a yin house, and the surrounding area is filled with heavy yin energy," Zhao Fusheng said.

She wasn't just saying this to Granny Xu, but also to Yu Lingzhu and the others whose whereabouts were unknown:
The screams of "There's a ghost!" have disappeared.

She said:
"The law of the horse-faced demon is to scare away all ghosts. It is not standing beside me now, but beside the spring."

This means that the spring may be the source of the ghostly calamities within the ancestral dwelling.

As soon as Zhao Fusheng finished speaking, Meng Po and the others were all shocked.

Just then, Horse-face made his move.

The ghost raised its arms, its afterimages flickering, and the ghost messenger's hand reached towards the spring.

The two malevolent energies clashed, and the blood-red spring was immediately wiped out.

Grandma Xu's face lit up with joy.

At the other end of the tomb, Yu Lingzhu, Wang Zhiyi, and the others all relaxed.

Just then, the ghostly figure of the horse-faced demon vanished from the spot.

'Tick-tock—'

The sound of flowing water rang out, and everyone turned their heads in unison.

Above the burial site, which had long been soaked in blood, a pool of water rippled above the roof and slowly moved toward Zhao Fusheng's head.

"Be careful, sir!"

Meng Po cried out urgently.

Zhao Fusheng felt something at that moment and also looked up.

The ghostly figure of the underworld messenger appeared above the blood pool, and the laws of the spirits were activated: Intimidation.

But as soon as one pool of blood was deterred, another pool of blood appeared.

Countless bloodstains appeared on the beams, walls, and floor of the burial site.

These blood spots resembled mold spots, initially the size of an egg, but rapidly expanding at an alarming rate.

In an instant, springs filled all directions.

The ground shook.

The ground beneath Zhao Fusheng's feet reeked of a fishy stench.

The ground began to tremble violently, and a pool of blood appeared out of thin air beneath Zhao Fusheng's feet, then suddenly burst open.

'boom! ’

Blood splattered everywhere, and countless blood streaks spewed out of the pool water like live insects.

This sudden eruption wasn't limited to just one pool; it also affected countless other ghost pools.

Millions, tens of millions, billions of strands of blood, densely packed and intertwined, immediately swept towards the two ghosts surrounded in the center of the yin house.

Zhao Fusheng didn't know where the blood streaks came from, but she could sense the intense malevolent energy contained within the blood-red light.

Seeing that the ghost messenger was surrounded by blood threads coming from all directions and was about to be drawn into them, she turned the Investiture of the Gods and took in the two door gods and the underworld messenger.

Upon seeing the web of ghostly blood, Granny Xu's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and she rolled up her sleeves:
"You damned thing, let this old woman have a go at you—"

Before she could finish speaking, Zhao Fusheng, multitasking, opened the gates of Hell, and the shadows engulfed the flames of the tenth level of Hell, forcibly pulling Granny Xu, who was preparing to burn the Blood Net, into it.

Grandma Xu's voice disappeared.

Blood-red light enveloped Zhao Fusheng.

……

"Fu Sheng!"

Upon seeing the blood, Kuai Manzhou immediately cried out.

Meng Po had a bad feeling and was about to hug the child when the child's body was filled with yin energy and countless black hairs flew wildly. Zhuang Si Niangzi appeared beside her at some point.

The little girl forcefully drove the coffin nail she was holding into her own chest.

Blood spilled.

Zhuang Si Niangzi stood behind her.

The mother and daughter stood close together, one in front of the other, and a fist-sized blood hole appeared in the same spot on both the human and the ghost.

The child's blood flowed into the vengeful ghost, and Zhuang Si Niangzi, nourished by the blood light, suddenly felt her malevolent aura surge, showing a faint tendency to break through to the level of calamity.

"Road to the Underworld, open!"

Kuai Manyu shouted loudly, then yelled expressionlessly:

"Cross the Yellow Springs, go to the Yin Residence of the Chang Family in the South of Wuqing County."

The path to the underworld slowly opened before her, carving a ghostly path through the Chang family's ghostly dwelling!
The Yellow Springs surged forth, flowing along the Ghost Road into the Blood Pool.

When the spring water and the blood water met, countless drops of blood stained the Yellow Springs, and countless withered bones began to boil in the pool.

The vengeful spirits that had died in the spring began to revive, climbing onto the banks of the underworld and heading one after another towards the other end of the ghost road.

"return!"

Kuai Manzhou let out an angry roar!

The malevolent energy manifested as dark shadows that crisscrossed her face, and the ghost flowers along the road to the underworld revived.

The villagers of the ghost village stopped the vengeful ghost that had been resurrected from the underworld and trapped it among the flowers.

……

The Ghost Spring absorbed the power of the Blood Pool and began to overflow.

Meanwhile, Zhao Fusheng was struck by the blood-red light, and the blood threads quickly bound and enveloped her.

But the power of the vengeful spirit did not advance further; instead, it stagnated for a moment—as if it had run out of steam and paused briefly.

Ghosts have no consciousness and no fear. Once the laws are applied, they will only advance to kill and will not retreat.

If the ghost's power stops at this moment, then someone must have made a move.

In a flash, Zhao Fusheng abandoned the idea of ​​riding the ghost carriage.

Yu Lingzhu is still alive; it's not the final moment yet.

She could also risk her life to explore the true nature of this haunted house.

Where is this blood trail taking me?

Zhao Fusheng thought to himself, "A blood pool?"

"Will entering the blood pool lead to reincarnation?"

What exactly is the Chang family's cycle of reincarnation? What is the scene inside the Blood Pool?
With this thought in mind, she had the idea of ​​entering the blood pool to experience reincarnation.

If you don't enter a tiger's den, you can't get a tiger's son.

Wuqing County is dangerous; it's a place where you have to fight to the death.

She was cursed by the Qiankun Brush, marked by Zang Junji, and also possessed the Investiture of the Gods. She also had enough merit points, so why not take a risk and gamble big!
Once this crazy thought crossed her mind, she immediately gave up resisting.

Blood-red light invaded her body, began to travel through her meridians, replaced her blood vessels, and lifted her high up.

She was instantly suspended in mid-air, just like Zang Junji in the seventeenth level of hell who was trapped by the Ghost Mother Tai Sui.

A pool of blood formed beneath Zhao Fusheng's feet, the water churning and spewing forth a blood fountain resembling a blood-red tree stump rising from the ground, slowly rushing towards her feet.

At this critical moment, a bizarre phenomenon suddenly appeared.

The eerie energy hidden within her seemed to sense the invasion of the vengeful spirit and immediately revived.

"Two tigers cannot share one mountain, and two demons cannot share one person."

Countless blood spots suddenly appeared all over Zhao Fusheng's body.

These blood spots swelled up as if inflated, instantly forming blood blisters the size of eggs.

Inside the blood blister were tiny eyeballs.

These sinister eyes, radiating a heavy aura of resentment, opened simultaneously, staring at the bloodlines that were densely packed in the yin dwelling from all directions.

(End of this chapter)