I become a god in another world

Chapter 673 Piecing Together the Ghost Eye
Chapter 673

A faint, eerie atmosphere began to spread rapidly.

A dark aura emanated from the ghostly eyes.

This scene, witnessed by Yu Lingzhu and the others, sent their souls flying.

"W-what is this?"

Miao Yougong shouted in utter horror.

They were separated by the haunted house, sharing the same space as Zhao Fusheng, yet it seemed as if they were in different times and spaces, and no matter what methods they used, they could not meet.

But at this moment, the ghostly eyes that emanated from Zhao Fusheng's body exuded a chilling aura.

When these eyes looked at everyone through the bubbles, it seemed as if time and space were completely unaffected by the laws of the ghost eyes, and everyone's whereabouts were observed by these eyes.

In mid-air, the eyeballs hidden in the blood bubbles in Zhuang Si Niangzi's hair shattered silently, and two drops of bloody tears flowed from the corner of Kuai Manzhou's eyes.

The intimidating power of the Demon Eyes goes beyond this.

It can 'see' the existence of Meng Po and others, see through their lives, peer into their hearts, and include their past, joys, sorrows and everything in between.

This ghostly eyeball also possesses an eerie power; it seems that when it shines upon someone, their heart twists, and they willingly become its servant.

Yu Lingzhu, Wang Zhiyi, and others were powerful, and they immediately felt that their own power had been 'tainted', as if some kind of memory that did not belong to them had been deeply implanted into their hearts.

"Close your eyes, don't look at it."

The two spoke in unison, and everyone finally came to their senses, closed their eyes, and turned their heads away.

But the image of blood-red eyes flashed through everyone's minds, making it impossible for them to shake off the memory.

At the same moment, the blood pool inside the Nanyuan Yin House was enraged.

The blood in the pool boiled, and the blood lines instantly became ferocious.

No matter how sinister the bloodline became, or how the vengeful spirits in the blood pool surged, the ghost eyes within the blood bubbles on Zhao Fusheng's body remained unmoved.

As the eerie aura spread, these pupils became sinister, reflecting countless dense, innumerable lines of blood in their images.

As soon as these blood lines entered the ghost's eye, they seemed to be swallowed up and vanished without a trace.

The ghostly energy within Zhao Fusheng's body was completely eliminated.

Her body plummeted rapidly.

Blood light surged again from the densely packed ghost pools on all sides.

From the blood-red light, ghost trees sprouted, quickly unfurling crimson branches. At the end of each branch grew a 'flower bud,' but when the crimson aura dissipated, what bloomed inside were not flowers, but hanging human heads.

The faces of these human heads were filled with resentment, their eyes brimming with despair and pain. They shouted in unison once more:
"Zhao Fusheng, Zhao Fusheng."

With each shout, the heads melted inside, and the outer skin formed a spherical membrane that encased the flesh and bones that had turned into blood inside.

The moment Zhao Fusheng heard his name being called back, he immediately fell into a nightmare.

The life stories of impoverished people drew Zhao Fusheng into the story, and she felt as if she were experiencing a cycle of reincarnation, with no solution ever found.

But then the ghostly eyes flashed with a sinister light once more.

These eyes looked at the blood bubbles formed from human heads on the ghost tree. A red light flashed in the ghost eyes, and the red light solidified into reality, illuminating the ghost realm.

The crimson rays emanating from the demon's eyeball were like the sharpest blade in the world, unstoppable wherever they shone, piercing the hanging blood bubbles one by one.

'Whoosh whoosh whoosh. '

A strong, eerie wind arose, and countless streaks of blood-red light crisscrossed, piercing the blood bubbles hanging from the ghost trees growing in the blood pools on the walls, beams, and ground of the yin house.

As soon as the head on the ghost tree was severely injured, the tree's shadow dissipated again, turning into a trickle of blood that fell to the ground.

The moment the ghost tree collapsed, Zhao Fusheng awoke from his ghostly dream.

Her consciousness was momentarily confused. She shook her head and looked around, and the events from earlier quickly came to mind.

The demonic eyeballs were now all over her body, but because the external evil spirits were too powerful, the demonic eyeballs were focused on dealing with the laws invading her body and had no time to kill her. Instead, they became her helpers—truly a blessing in disguise.

'Drizzling.'

Blood trickled down the roof and walls, making a soft sound.

A brief silence fell over the burial site.

In the silence, Zhao Fusheng's heart pounded like a drum.

The thumping of his heart even drowned out the sound of blood raining down.

The crisis was not over; the surrounding yin energy was regrouping.

……

In another space within the burial site, Wu Shaochun looked in the direction where Zhao Fusheng was:

"My lord, my lord, she—"

Zhao Fusheng dodged the haunted house's two consecutive attacks, and while everyone breathed a sigh of relief, they also felt a heavy weight pressing on their hearts, making their nerves increasingly tense.

A bad premonition lingered in everyone's minds, and Fan Wujiu was filled with fear again. He looked at Fan Bisi almost pleading for help:

"Brother, has the vengeful spirit in the haunted house been suppressed by the adults?"

Fan Bisi didn't know whether to nod or shake his head.

"I have no idea--"

As he spoke, he glanced at Yu Lingzhu out of the corner of his eye. At this moment, Fan Bisi secretly hoped that Yu Lingzhu would use the Time Reversal technique.

The same goes for Ding Datong.

"Or perhaps, we could turn back time—"

He wanted to go back to before he entered the Yin House, no, he wanted to go back even more to before he went to Nanyuan, or even before he entered Wuqing County.

Ding Datong witnessed the Blood Pool of Reincarnation, but this eerie and sinister pool both attracted him and filled him with fear, making him instinctively want to retreat.

Upon hearing this, Yu Lingzhu breathed a sigh of relief.

"it is good--"

Before she could finish speaking, she saw Zhao Fusheng 'move'.

Zhao Fusheng had accumulated a large amount of merit points during her trip to the capital. At this time, the ghost calamity in Wuqing County was severe. She was not stingy with the expenditure of merit points and immediately used them again to request the power of Erlang Shen.

The spirits immediately revived.

Her skin turned ashen, her eyes turned cold, and a bead of blood seeped from the center of her forehead. As the blood flowed down, a ghostly eyeball squeezed out from the crevice of blood.

As soon as this ghostly eye appeared, the other ghostly eyeballs on her body immediately assembled.

The pieced-together ghost eye became even more powerful.

For the first time, Zhao Fusheng felt the immense power within her. A sense of savagery arose in her heart. In this state of overflowing power, she even had a delusional thought: it was as if she were now as tall as heaven and earth, with the power to move mountains and fill seas. The Yin house before her was binding her, making her feel uneasy, and she wanted to violently destroy it.

With that thought in mind, Zhao Fusheng immediately did it.

Now that she was possessed by a ghost, and no longer needed to worry about harming her own people, she could do whatever she wanted in the ghost's lair.

"The laws of heaven and earth!"

With a sudden thought, she rapidly grew taller.

The powerful impact distorted the interior of the burial site.

Kuai Manzhou's Yellow Springs began to tremble, and the resurrected vengeful ghosts, as if sensing the great ghost's awe, slowly crawled back into the river.

The ghost flowers withered involuntarily due to the influence of the evil spirits.

Ghostly ropes bound Zhuang Si Niangzi's body. Golden light appeared in Liu Yizhen's eyes, but this fish-like light was affected by the ghostly aura and roamed restlessly.

……

'Shh shh shh'.

The burial site is broken, the paper is torn and the walls are cracked, and the internal framework supporting the burial site is damaged.

Countless bits of soil, reeking of decay, tumbled down from the cracks.

Zhao Fusheng's body was still growing rapidly.

She seemed to possess boundless power, and an enormous, pale cloak made of countless human skins was draped over her shoulders.

She held a pale-faced ghost child in her arms.

The ghostly eye on her forehead darted about, sending chills down one's spine.

"Erlang is the true god."

Meng Po trembled and dared not look directly at Zhao Fusheng's face.

Wang Zhiyi kept her eyes closed, still disturbed by the ghost eyeballs, and dared not look in the direction of Zhao Fusheng. She only heard the exclamations of the crowd.

Even though she didn't look at it, a strange image suddenly appeared in Wang Zhiyi's mind: a blood-red giant sculpture, like a majestic mountain, stood in her mind, making her eyes bulge and her head ache.

Wang Ling also saw Zhao Fusheng's appearance at this moment.

Even though he only glanced at it out of the corner of his eye, several lines of blood burst from his eyeballs, and blood oozed from the wounds, giving him a headache.

The vengeful spirit he commanded was greatly affected, and he was unable to alleviate his pain by using the spirit's power.

"This...this Lord Zhao's power is truly astounding—"

At this critical moment, he suddenly recalled the scene in the Imperial Council Building in the capital two days ago.

At that time, Fengdu convened a meeting of the Imperial Capital's Ghost Tamers. Inside the council chamber, he met for the first time this Chief of the Order from Wan'an County.

When Wang Ling saw that she had a seat, he felt particularly resentful.

Although Feng Du implied that she had the strength of a king general, seeing is believing, and no one believed it at the time. He even took the initiative to provoke her.

Thinking back on the past, Wang Ling felt a chill run down his spine. Only then did he realize that his actions at the time were equivalent to walking a tightrope between life and death without his knowledge.

……

Zhao Fusheng was unaware of the thoughts on the minds of the people in the capital, and she had no time to care at the moment.

Erlang Shen's laws and supernatural powers were displayed, and her body was as tall as a mountain. However, she soon discovered something strange: although the house of the Yin House was cracking, the Yin House was also expanding rapidly, as if it could completely imprison her body inside.

At the same time, the blood on the ground spread outwards, and streams of black gas seeped from the ground, churning and sticking in the blood pool. In an instant, they transformed into black vines as thick as an adult's thigh, which wrapped around her ankles and wrists.

Zhao Fusheng impatiently stomped his foot.

'boom! '

The earth shook violently, houses were destroyed, and the debris turned into paper and bamboo strips, which flew into the air.

Then a large amount of soil slid down.

She raised her hand and waved it, the ghost whip in her hand leaving afterimages. Wherever it went, ghostly figures appeared, and vengeful spirits and ghosts flew away with mournful cries.

With every gesture and step Zhao Fusheng made, his strength was fierce and powerful, capable of splitting mountains and cracking rocks.

The demons and monsters were suppressed in the face of this absolute power, the ghost realm was shattered, and then forcibly destroyed.

She started running amok.

The ghost vines that were wrapped around her legs were broken by her footsteps. The broken ghost vines did not completely lose their 'life', but instead slithered on the ground like spirit snakes.

It swam a few times, then transformed into a ghostly aura, seeped into the soles of her feet, swam towards the center of Zhao Fusheng's soles, and then burrowed into her body along the soles of her feet.

Terrifying blue veins quickly appeared on her body surface, crisscrossing and bulging, like black snakes crawling inside her body.

The black snake broke through the surface and grew out of her body.

Before long, her legs were covered with a dense thicket of fine hairs. Although these hairs were small, their sheer number was overwhelming.

Zhao Fusheng's two legs were like the roots of two large trees, with tentacles of different sizes growing underneath.

However, these ghostly whiskers, carrying a murderous aura, immediately wrapped around her legs with incredible speed as soon as they emerged, burrowing down her ankles and into the ground, echoing the black mist on the ground.

In an instant, the two merged and became one, transforming into a ghost cage that rooted Zhao Fusheng deep underground.

With the help of the vengeful spirit, Zhao Fusheng was like a vengeful spirit resurrected. At this moment, his heart was filled with violence and murderous thoughts. Once his actions were hindered, he would become furious.

She tried to lift her legs, but they remained motionless, like two large trees with roots deeply embedded in the ground.

Zhao Fusheng's mind raced. He lifted the ghost whip, and with his other hand, he forcefully slashed along it—'Whoosh!'

A flash of blood appeared in her palm, and wherever it touched, the ghost whip became incomparably hard, resembling a long spear.

Zhao Fusheng then thrust his gun into the ground.

'boom! ’

Amidst the loud noise, the ground shook violently.

The spear that the ghost whip transformed into pierced the ground, tearing apart Old Lady Chang's ancestral home, and blood flowed from the ground.

Countless dark, ghostly vines crawled and wriggled underground, resembling ghostly snakes.

Zhao Fusheng used his gun to thrust, stab, and strike, loosening the grip that held her legs.

The ground of the burial site cracked, and the cracks began to spread rapidly in all directions from the center of her feet, tearing apart the walls and the roof.

Large amounts of blood-red, decaying soil mixed with rotten bones and mud rolled down and filled the burial site.

"I want to see just what kind of ghosts there are in Wuqing County!"

Zhao Fusheng let out a cold snort.

As soon as she finished speaking, the ghost eye on her forehead moved, and the countless eyes that covered all around her body and grew larger as she grew also widened at the same time.

Blood-red light emanated from the eyes, filling every corner of the burial site.

The pair of eyes belonging to Zang Junji, now pieced together as a complete ghost eye, began to display the power of a true god-level demon.

It can see through illusions and pretenses, taking in everything about a person, from the front to the back.

Beneath the blood-red light, the ghostly vines revealed their true form.

The corpses were twisted like braids by an immense force, twisted together, and rooted to the ground.

These ghost vines, formed by countless intertwined corpses, are layered upon each other, dense and seemingly endless.

"What...what is this?" Wu Ciping was both afraid and curious about this major battle.

He was curious about the Blood Pool of Reincarnation, and also about whether he was dead or alive.

Even though he knew that a battle between vengeful spirits of this level was beyond his comprehension, he was too curious and couldn't resist closing and opening his eyes to look at Zhao Fusheng.

Under the red light, the truth was revealed to the world.

He saw countless black vines, each with a painful and distorted face twisted together by a terrifying force.

The bodies of the vengeful spirits were bound tightly like hemp ropes, rooted deep in the earth.

Even though it was just a fleeting glimpse, he was still deeply shaken.

His soul nearly shattered at that moment; his consciousness crumbled, and his mind went blank for a moment, leaving him like a walking corpse.

But at this critical moment, the yin house collapsed, and the rotten soil piled on top of the yin house fell down like a collapsing mountain. Yu Lingzhu endured until this moment, and the law was activated: Time Reversal.

(End of this chapter)