I become a god in another world

Chapter 678 The Hall of Reincarnation
Chapter 678

Yu Lingzhu desperately tried to grab the ghost pen, but the pen had already disappeared into Xu Yu's hand the moment the curse was completed.

She wanted to reverse time, but the laws of the Qiankun Brush were special, and the Ghost Chariot had already started.

The Night Wanderer led her group through the streets, silently passing through the noisy streets—this was a major case in Wuqing County, for which Zhao Fusheng had already used the power of vengeful spirits many times. At such a critical juncture, how could she let everyone's efforts be in vain because of her own selfishness?!
She suppressed her impulse, and felt a silent pang of heartache at the thought that Chang Hao might die.

There was a moment of silence inside the car.

Xu Yu was sensitive and realized that Yu Lingzhu was in a very bad mood at the moment. However, she was not familiar with Yu Lingzhu and did not care about Yu Lingzhu's feelings. But when Zhao Fusheng frowned the moment he wrote the curse with the Qiankun Pen, Xu Yu became a little uneasy.

"Fusheng, have I... have I gotten myself into big trouble?"

Zhao Fusheng immediately realized that his subtle change in expression had made the child uneasy.

The wrinkles between her brows smoothed out, and a slight smile curved her lips, revealing a warm and inviting expression.
"No." When she wanted to appease someone, she could speak and act flawlessly, leaving no trace of her true intentions.
"I'm thinking about a question: when this Qiankun Brush is used alone, its power may not even be at its peak."

Upon hearing her say this, Xu Yu immediately believed her.

The child's attention was diverted to the ghost she controlled, and she couldn't help but ask:

"Fusheng, do you mean the pen should be used in conjunction with the Ghost Book?"

"Correct."

Zhao Fusheng nodded:
"The Ghost Pen kills people with curses."

As she said this, her expression did indeed become a little serious:

"This kind of curse can be good or bad."

Xu Yu obediently squatted in the corner of the car, his knees resting on his chin, his elbows supporting his legs, his palms supporting his cheeks, and he listened intently as Zhao Fusheng watched.

“Take Wan’an County as an example, the Qiankun Brush once cast a curse.” As soon as Zhao Fusheng finished speaking, Xu Yu became uneasy again:

"Fusheng, I... I just wanted to divine the future of Wan'an County, I didn't mean it—"

"This isn't a bad thing."

Zhao Fusheng shook his head:
"In this world, ghostly calamities are ever-present; there is never a truly safe time."

Upon hearing this, everyone felt a sense of empathy and couldn't help but nod in agreement.

But Meng Po was very perceptive. Upon hearing this, she glanced at Zhao Fusheng, and after a while, a faint smile appeared on her lips.

"My lord!"

Meng Po sighed inwardly.

Zhao Fusheng is domineering when handling cases, but he is exceptionally gentle with his own people.

In fact, Xu Yu's concern clouded his judgment, and the subsequent occurrence of ghostly mist surrounding Wan'an County, which ultimately led to its abandonment by the capital, may well be related to Xu Yu's prediction.

The reasons behind this are too numerous to recount, but Zhao Fusheng was incredibly shrewd, and she had a pretty good idea of ​​what was going on.

But at this moment, she was worried that Xu Yu would feel guilty, so she tried to comfort her instead.

Meng Po, being an old and wise woman, saw this scene and felt a special tenderness in her heart, even though she was in the ghost realm and had seen the darkness of the world. Even the resentment she felt because of her own experiences had faded a lot.

"Although the Qiankun Brush is a curse, it is also a protection. If Wan'an County is truly in the midst of a great calamity, the curse of the Qiankun Brush can actually ensure that Wan'an County will not be destroyed when the curse erupts. It also serves as a reminder to us, allowing us to prepare in advance to deal with the Red Moon calamity that will occur later. Do you think this is a good thing or a bad thing?"

Zhao Fusheng looked at Xu Yu with a smile.

Xu Yu, who had been on tenterhooks, felt a great weight lifted from his heart upon hearing her words, and nodded vigorously.

Kuai Manzhou clung tightly to Zhao Fusheng, holding her hand. Seeing her smiling face, the child pressed his face against her arm, feeling the warmth of her body, and looked relieved.

……

"In short, I feel that this ghost pen is a match for an extremely ominous object like a book, and may possess great supernatural powers."

Zhao Fusheng said:

"Currently, there are two book-related dangerous objects in our Wan'an County—"

She glanced at the ghost book in Yu Qingyu's hand, a glint of shrewdness flashing in her eyes:

"The Ghost Car Manual, and Liu Huacheng's 'Name Register'."

Xu Yu was oblivious and unaware, while Zhao Fusheng pondered:

"I have just checked the household registration of the people in Wan'an County, and now the entire county's directory is in my hands."

Instead of taking precautions day and night, and then passively trying to catch the evil spirits when they revive and wreak havoc on villages and towns, it is better to take the initiative.

Zhao Fusheng had an idea:
"Yizhen, what if I borrowed the register from your grandfather and then used the Qiankun Brush to record the household registrations of the people of Wan'an County into the register—"

She paused:

"When the lifespans of these people are recorded, for example, if Zhang San is thirty years old but dies at sixty, then your grandfather's rule is to kill people based on the list. But if Zhang San's lifespan is less than sixty, and he still has thirty years to live, then your grandfather can only revolve around him, constrained by the rule, and can only watch helplessly, unable to kill him?"

"..."

Liu Yizhen's lips twitched.

At first, he thought Zhao Fusheng was being fanciful, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt that this method was the best one.

Once a person's name is registered in the "Book of Fate," that person is destined to belong to Liu Huacheng, essentially being exclusively marked by him.

Even if he encounters other ghostly calamities, he will be protected by Liu Huacheng's mark and eventually survive without serious harm.

"This couldn't be better."

In a flash, Wu Shaochun understood the reason.

He even thought further ahead:
"My lord, you call Lord Yizhen's register a 'register of names'. Is it because the Ghost Register didn't record many names back then, and the beggar ghost only killed one person at a time?"

He was not entirely clear about the existence and details of the Investiture of the Gods, and could only speculate based on the few words Zhao Fusheng had spoken.

However, Zhao Fusheng felt that his words were getting closer and closer to the truth.

"More or less." Zhao Fusheng had a deeper understanding of the Investiture of the Gods. She recalled that the Investiture of the Gods referred to Liu Huacheng's ghost register as a 'name register', which was very likely because the ghost register's rank was limited—in other words, it was because Liu Huacheng's vengeful ghost was suppressed after his death and had not yet had a chance to truly kill anyone.

"If the number of names registered in the Ghost Register increases, one can also be promoted in rank: one name in the register, ten names in the register, one hundred names in the register—"

Even the roster of ten thousand, and beings of even higher rank.

"When Liu Huacheng kills someone and erases all traces, his power level might even advance further."

As soon as Zhao Fusheng finished speaking, a light shone in Liu Yizhen's eyes:
"If that's truly the case, Fusheng, I beg you to bestow divine titles upon my grandfather, I—"

"Don't worry."

Seeing that he was agitated and had lost his usual composure, and that he was even speaking incoherently, Zhao Fusheng nodded to him.

Liu Yizhen clenched his fists and pressed them against his thighs. After a while, he calmed down. It was as if a huge burden had been lifted from his body, and he became much more composed and peaceful. In the eyes of Wang Zhiyi and the others, he seemed to have changed. His eyes seemed sharper, and he gave people a more dangerous feeling than before.

……

Amidst the discussions among the people of Wan'an County, the people from the capital couldn't get a word in edgewise. However, after listening in silence for a while, they vaguely discerned some clues—it seemed that Wan'an County had found a way to protect the people's long-term peace and tranquility by exploiting the loopholes in the ghosts' defenses and borrowing their power to protect the city.

This method is not new; it has a similar effect to the plaque of the Demon Suppression Bureau.

However, the premise of using the laws of ghosts in this way is that the ghost is completely under human control.

Ghosts possess malevolent powers, and if they get out of control, the risks are immense.

Throughout the several hundred years of the Han Dynasty, many exceptionally talented individuals attempted this path, but without exception, they all failed. If Zhao Fusheng were to do so, he would likely need absolute power to control vengeful spirits and an absolutely clear mind.

However, Wang Zhiyi and Yu Lingzhu exchanged a glance, and neither of them dared to say anything to spoil the mood.

After all, the situation in Wan'an County is terrible.

The place Xu Yu once divined: Under the red moon, a hundred ghosts roam at night.

For hundreds of years, no one in the world has seen a hundred ghosts walking together.

Wan'an County has fallen to such a state that if the army takes a risky move, it might actually save the lives of the people.

But that's a story for another time.

The most urgent task is to ensure that we leave Wuqing County alive.

Amidst the chatter of the crowd, the ghost carriage traveled through the streets and soon came to a stop in the ancestral home of the Chang family in the south of the city.

The ghost car appeared, startling the pedestrians walking around.

"what--"

Upon seeing the pitch-black ghost carriage that had appeared out of nowhere in the courtyard, the servants under the eaves screamed loudly.

The sound of footsteps drew many people to the scene.

"who are you?"

Several women who seemed to be in charge watched Zhao Fusheng and the others file out of the car and shouted at them loudly.

Zhao Fusheng disregarded the presence of these people and addressed the Demon Suppression Division members around her:

"It's just a mirror world. These people are already dead. They are just servants we created because our consciousness was interfered with by the Ghost Blood Mirror."

After speaking, she looked at Yu Lingzhu:
"Lingzhu, call Chang Hao out."

Yu Lingzhu suppressed the complex emotions welling up inside her and nodded:
"Ah."

After answering, she took a deep breath and suddenly shouted:
Chang Hao!

"Stop shouting—"

The maids hurriedly stepped forward:
"This is the Chang family's ancestral home. How did you get in?"

These people swarmed forward, calling out to the other maids and servants. The cacophony of voices drowned out Yu Lingzhu's.

Chang Hao did not respond.

At this rate, we probably won't be able to get the real person to come.

Zhao Fusheng gave Wu Shaochun a wink, and Wu Shaochun understood immediately, activating the Law of the Vengeful Ghost.

A ghost stove appeared out of thin air amidst the white mist.

Wu Shaochun bowed, and white smoke rose from the stove, falling towards the Chang family servants, binding all those who surrounded Yu Lingzhu and hoisting them into the air.

But he found it very strange when he had the servants hanged up.

These servants were both important and insignificant.

They were as light as paper dolls, not real; but the weight came from a force behind these 'dolls' that seemed to be resisting Wu Shaochun, actually affecting his movements of binding and hanging them.

And at that instant, Wu Shaochun smelled a familiar stench of decay.

"Sir, it's here, the smell of rotten soil from a yin house." Wu Shaochun dealt with the 'person' without any real danger, and then turned to tell Zhao Fusheng about his discovery.

Zhao Fusheng nodded and looked at the two Fans, Miao Yougong, and the others:

“Everyone, use your special skills to dig this place open and bring out the coffin of Old Lady Chang.”

Miao Yougong and the others hadn't had a chance to fight since entering Wuqing County, and now they were only helping to dig up the coffin, which was already extremely lucky. Therefore, everyone nodded in agreement.
"Yes."

With everyone working together, each drawing upon the power of the vengeful spirits, those who were bound by the laws used them, while those whose laws were not suited used the powerful physical bodies of the spirit-controlling queen to prepare for excavation.

Yu Lingzhu led the way:
"The old lady's coffin is buried in the Reincarnation Hall. After the feng shui master gave the instructions, the coffin was buried below and the ancestral hall was built on top to provide for the Chang family's ancestral tablets. Every year on major and minor festivals, the two older brothers would lead their descendants back to worship their ancestors."

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw Zhao Fusheng, Liu Yizhen, Wu Shaochun and others looking at her speechlessly.

"..."

"What, what's wrong?"

Yu Lingzhu was unaware of what was going on and felt uncomfortable being stared at by everyone.

Liu Yizhen rubbed his head:

"I thought the Shilipo case was a major disaster caused by human beings. Burying the body of someone who died with a great injustice and a great obsession in the temple, building a clay idol, and offering incense and sacrifices every day to induce the birth of a great ghost. I thought this was a coincidence that only a person with great stupidity would make, and that there could not be a second time like it in the world. I did not expect that I still underestimated the extent to which people can make mistakes."

His words were roundabout and sarcastic. Yu Lingzhu listened to them and pondered them in her mind before realizing that he was indirectly calling her and the Chang family stupid.

"..."

Based on Yu Lingzhu's previous personality, if someone had insulted and ridiculed her like that, she would have already started a fight.

However, she was in the wrong at this point, and the Chang family members were likely all in trouble, with only Chang Hao remaining alive—who was cursed by the Qiankun Brush and was not expected to live much longer.

Thinking about it this way, she felt disheartened and lost the will to compete with others.

“Yizhen is right. The resurgence of evil spirits is extremely ominous, especially since it is suspected that the Paper Man Zhang made his move, offering two extremely ominous evil spirits as sacrifices, and the living people still have to get involved and worship them year after year.”

Over the decades, if the Chang family doesn't produce a great ghost, who will?
No wonder the entire Wuqing County has been hollowed out.

“Yizhen is right. This is equivalent to offering incense to ghosts. Ghosts that receive incense can be called gods.”

The Chang family had been worshipping ghosts for many years, and raising ghosts caused great harm, resulting in huge disasters for those who came after them.

"Go to the Hall of Reincarnation." Zhao Fusheng said no more to Yu Lingzhu and gestured for her to lead the way.

Yu Lingzhu suppressed her distracting thoughts and nodded.

She ran ahead to lead the way, and in about fifteen minutes, the group arrived in front of a large hall.

Although it is called a main hall, this place is actually on a scale that rivals that of an imperial palace.

The house was entirely black, with intricately carved doors, beams, and pillars.

The group stood in the front courtyard outside the house. They didn't know when, but the shouts of the servants inside the mansion, which used to be filled with alarm at the intrusion of strangers, had stopped. Instead, there was a chilling silence.

In the silence, thick black mist suddenly billowed out from the cracks in the doors and windows and from the openwork carvings, instantly making the majestic building eerie and sending chills down one's spine.

Black energy gathered above the plaque, which read: Reincarnation Hall.

Xu Yu's hand trembled, and the Qiankun Brush emerged, writing rapidly:
The people of Wan'an County will enter the Hall of Reincarnation to undergo reincarnation on this journey. Zhao—Jili Gulu—Wuliang Tianzun—

"Shut up! You bastard!"

Xu Yu shouted angrily.

She screamed and grabbed the ghost pen.

In fact, the Ghost Pen could no longer curse Zhao Fusheng, so it could only indirectly curse him through 'Wan'an County'. When it reached this point, it was attacked by some kind of law power and was powerless, so it was subdued by Xu Yu.

(End of this chapter)