I become a god in another world

Chapter 679 Trapped in the Ghost Realm
Chapter 679

“Fusheng—” Xu Yu walked anxiously to Zhao Fusheng’s side, reached out and took her hand, his expression somewhat dejected.

Zhao Fusheng gripped her hand tightly:
"It doesn't matter, we've probably already been rotting in the pool of reincarnation blood for a long time."

Furthermore, it's common for ghosts to be out of control.

Although Qiankun Brush's actions were unexpected and added to the tension at such a crucial juncture, Zhao Fusheng understood that this matter had nothing to do with Xu Yu.

"Mmm," Xu Yu responded softly, lowering his head sadly.

She knew that Zhao Fusheng shouldn't comfort her too much at this time, lest it distract everyone, so she didn't say anything more.

Zhao Fusheng took a deep breath and stared intently at the gate of the Hall of Reincarnation. Upon looking at it, he felt that all the strange phenomena that had appeared earlier had disappeared.

The palace doors were not distorted, and no black mist was dissipating from the openwork of the doors and windows, as if everything was just an illusion.

Zhao Fusheng steadied himself and called out:
"Yizhen, you and Da Fan go and push open the door of the Samsara Hall."

Liu Yizhen nodded:
"it is good."

Miao Yougong and the others were initially worried that the capital city and Wan'an County belonged to different factions and that Zhao Fusheng might order them to go first. However, when they heard that Zhao Fusheng was telling the people from Wan'an County to go first, they all breathed a sigh of relief and showed expressions of relief to each other.

Liu Yizhen and the two Fans stepped forward at the same time. The two Fans summoned the power of the evil spirits, and Liu Yizhen's pupils turned golden. When he raised his hand, it had become golden, as if it were cast from pure gold.

He reached out and pushed, and the door was opened with a bang.

The echo lingered, and a large amount of dust flew out from all around the door cracks.

The moment the door was opened, the tranquility of the room was broken, and light streamed in, yet the room still felt deep and serene.

The room felt unusually spacious.

The ground was covered with identical blue bricks, the surfaces of which were polished very smooth and appeared spotless.

Inside the house, there were layers of offering tables, with life tablets placed on the tabletops.

An oil lamp was lit in front of each memorial tablet.

When Liu Yizhen pushed open the door, the oil lamp was still lit, and the flame did not flicker because of the outsider's action of pushing the door open.

Zhao Fusheng immediately said:

"There's dust when you open the door, but the floor is perfectly clean—it's a paradox." She pointed to the neatly arranged, densely packed oil lamps:

"There was a gust of wind the moment the door opened, but the lights didn't flicker. What we saw might have been an illusion."

After she finished speaking, she waved her hand:
“Dig out all the evil spirits in the coffins that are being suppressed here.”

Miao Yougong and the others dared not refuse any longer, and all responded in unison, rushing forward.

Yu Lingzhu stood solemnly to one side, ready to use Time Reversal should an emergency occur.

Everyone acted simultaneously, each displaying their unique abilities.

The blue bricks on the ground were shattered, and the Hall of Reincarnation trembled.

Large plumes of black energy surged from the ground, instantly trapping everyone within the ghostly realm.

"Out of sight!"

Someone shouted.

Zhao Fusheng was initially blinded by the ghostly mist. When she used her hand as a fan to clear the mist, she found that the gate to the Hall of Reincarnation had been closed at some point.

The longevity lamps lit on the offering table inside the hall went out in the blink of an eye.

The room became dark.

Then the fog swallowed everyone up.

Fortunately, this process only lasted for two or three breaths, and soon after, the surrounding sky gradually regained its light.

Wu Ciping's voice came through:

"Lord Zhao, look! It seems we've left the Chang family."

Zhao Fusheng jolted awake and looked up.

Waves of heat washed over her, and her throat felt dry, as if she hadn't drunk water in a long time. After a long while, Zhao Fusheng's memory slowly returned, and she realized what had happened: she had broken into the Chang family and was preparing to dig open the Chang family's Hall of Reincarnation.

Thinking about it this way, she immediately became alert.

"I--"

As soon as Zhao Fusheng opened her mouth to speak, her incredibly dry lips suddenly cracked open, and hot, moist blood oozed from between them, the stinging pain belatedly flooding her mind.

Zhao Fusheng licked his lips; the dry, hard skin even felt a bit like it was cutting his tongue.

The pain brought her fully awake.

"Manzhou, Xuyu—" She called out the names of the two children first, and the two children walked to her side, one on the left and one on the right, and held her hands tightly.

Zhao Fusheng breathed a sigh of relief and then called out Meng Po and Chen Duozi's names one by one.

Fortunately, the people of Wan'an County were still alive and well, surrounding her unharmed.

There were too many people in the capital, but Zhao Fusheng breathed a sigh of relief after seeing Yu Lingzhu and Wang Zhiyi.

"Lingzhu, Zhiyi, you two, give a heads-up about the people in the capital."

The two nodded and summoned their accompanying ghost riders. The group divided the ordinary messengers into several teams and quickly returned after counting them.

“Everyone is here, nothing happened,” Yu Lingzhu said.

Zhao Fusheng felt a great weight lifted from his shoulders.

With this moment of relaxation, she finally had the energy to look around.

This place is no longer the Chang Family South Garden. It seems that when everyone started digging the Samsara Palace, some kind of law was triggered, and it was moved to another place.

"It was done by Ghost Blood Mirror."

Fan Bisi said.

Only the blood mirror silently reflected everyone into the mirror world, pulling them into the world of vengeful ghosts.

"Since we're here, let's make the best of it and see how things go."

Zhao Fusheng said.

After she finished speaking, she looked around:
"This place is like the streets and alleys of a town."

The group was in the middle of a main street, under a blazing sun that seemed to melt the ground.

Whether it was due to the heat wave or not, Zhao Fusheng's vision was distorted. She could only feel dust and sand swirling around on the ground. Just one glance made her eyes sting and feel uncomfortable.

The street is lined with shops, but most of them are dilapidated.

The place looked like it had suffered a disaster. As Zhao Fusheng looked around, he saw that the wooden door of a shop had been smashed open, and scattered pieces of wood were everywhere, revealing the scene inside the shop.

The shop had been completely emptied, and even the shelves that held the goods had been dismantled.

Outside the shop stood a large, withered tree, its leaves long gone, leaving only bare branches.

It seemed that apart from the group from the Demon Suppression Division, there wasn't a single living person on the street.

“Fusheng, this is like a dead city.”

Wang Zhiyi listened intently for a while before speaking.

A thought popped into Zhao Fusheng's mind, and she said:

"Do you think this place resembles Changjiao County?"

Upon hearing this, everyone was initially surprised, but upon reflection, they realized that everything made perfect sense.

Jiang Jinshan said:

"I heard from Lord Wu that Changjiao County suffered from drought in the past. My mouth is dry right now, so perhaps Changjiao County is currently experiencing a severe drought."

He was ugly and didn't talk much, but he was very meticulous and paid attention to small details.

After saying this, Zhao Fusheng added:
"After the severe drought."

Jiang Jinshan readily agreed:
"Yes, yes, after the severe drought." Wu Ciping's head throbbed slightly, and upon hearing this, he asked:

"How can this be seen?"

Liu Yizhen explained:
"The trees are withered and dead, yet no leaves have fallen, indicating that this drought has been going on for more than just a day or two. The weather is hot, the streets are deserted, and there is no sound. According to Lord Wu, when a severe drought struck Changjiao County that year, many places were engulfed in conflict, resulting in deaths."

After he finished speaking, Yu Lingzhu gave him several strange looks.

Liu Yizhen had initially left a good impression on her, but after being ridiculed by him at the Chang family, Yu Lingzhu had some reservations about him. However, seeing his keen observation and eloquent words, her resentment towards him lessened considerably, and she even developed a sense of admiration for him.

The ghostly calamity in Wuqing County is complex and dangerous. After entering the area, everyone was trapped in the ghostly realm. People like Wang Ling were completely disoriented and had no time to care about anything else. In contrast, the people of Wan'an County were much calmer.

Wu Ciping thought this made perfect sense and nodded.

"Apart from the fact that there is no one around, you can't smell any feces."

Wu Shaochun added.

When he said that, everyone else nodded in agreement.

"That's a good thing."

"The ghost realm beneath the Chang Mansion is suspected to be related to Tang Min. We have fallen into the ghost realm, and the illusions here are probably related to the ghost disaster in Zhangliu Lane, Changjiao County."

Zhao Fusheng said:

"The root of the disaster: the severe drought in Changjiao County initially broke out on Zhangliu Road—"

After saying that, she waved her hand:

"Let's go find the well on Zhangliu Road."

"There are no survivors here, and no signs. Where can we find a well in such a short time?" Wang Ling asked.

Meng Po said:
"The one who tied the knot must untie it. This place is related to Lady Tang's ghost realm, so it must be not far from where Lady Tang's vengeful ghost revived. Well is probably nearby."

Zhao Fusheng nodded:
"To save time, let's split up. Lingzhu and Zhiyi, you two will split into two teams, each with three Ghost Tamers and fifteen Commanders. The rest of you will be scattered and search with the people of Wan'an County. Once you find something, shout loudly, but try not to go beyond fifty feet. If you find nothing, return to your original position immediately."

Everyone responded.

Then Wan'an County was divided in two, and everyone set off with their own people. About fifteen minutes later, someone shouted that they had seen an old well.

Those who heard the noise rushed over to join them.

When Zhao Fusheng arrived, Wang Zhiyi was waiting by the well. She was standing on one leg over the well. When she saw Zhao Fusheng, she breathed a sigh of relief and immediately stood up.
"I reckon this is the well."

The well was clearly old; the windlass above it had long been destroyed, and a large stone had been moved and placed on top of the well.

The group had been running through sweltering heat, but as they approached the ancient well, they felt a chill run down their spines.

This place is clearly very strange.

Wang Zhiyi looked at Zhao Fusheng. She seemed to have run all the way here, slightly out of breath. In just a short while, her face had turned pale, her forehead was covered in sweat, some fine hairs were stuck to her face, and her lips seemed even drier than before.

"Something's strange here; we shouldn't stay any longer."

With each word Zhao Fusheng uttered, it felt as if a handful of sand had been stuffed into his throat.

In a short while, she became severely dehydrated, and the others were in similar condition, likely due to the presence of evil spirits in the area.

Everyone nodded.

Liu Yizhen carried the coffin forward, his eyes flashing with golden light. When he raised his fist, it seemed to be made of pure gold. He then threw a punch.

'boom'!
With a loud bang, the stone pressing the well cracked, and the ground seemed to tremble several times.

He pushed the pebbles aside, and many stones and sand fell into the well water, making a sound of rippling water.

After entering this place, the group of envoys were already parched from the influence of the ghostly realm. Upon hearing the sound of water, they could hardly contain themselves.

Liu Yizhen spread his arms wide, blocking the crowd:
"You can't drink it."

Changjiao County suffered a severe drought that year, and so many people died—if this old well had water, even ghosts would have drawn it to drink by the water-starved people.

But the ghost was never found back then, which shows that the old well where Tang Min was buried never produced water.

This place is a ghostly illusion, and thirst is only due to the influence of the laws of vengeful ghosts.

The surroundings were hot and dry, and everyone was parched with hunger and thirst. Yet there was well water here, which looked like a trap set by a ghost to lure people to their deaths.

Zhao Fusheng led his men forward, and Liu Yizhen then stepped aside to make way.

The well water was clear and about eight-tenths full, a height that Zhao Fusheng could reach by bending down and stretching out his hand.

Her shadow was reflected in the well, as if she were looking at him from the bottom of the well.

"I can't sense any malevolent energy here."

The ghost has disappeared, its whereabouts unknown.

How did Cheng Mengyin manage to resolve the ghostly calamity in Changjiao County back then?

After a moment's thought, she summoned Miao Yougong:

"Find someone to cut their finger and drip their blood into the well."

The law of vengeful spirits uses blood mirrors to trap people, and perhaps human blood will have an effect in drawing out vengeful spirits.

Miao Yougong nodded.

He summoned two messengers, had them stand beside the well, and handed them a small knife, indicating that they should cut their fingers and let the blood flow into the well.

The two men were pale, but they knew they couldn't escape their fate. Pleading might only anger Miao Yougong.

Fortunately, Zhao Fusheng had already opened Hell while she was speaking, and the shadow of Hell lingered at the heels of the two of them—if the situation changed, she would immediately use Hell to trap them inside and take them away.

The two men took the knife and, with expressions of heroic sacrifice, slashed their palms.

The smell of blood filled the air, making the surroundings even hotter.

The ground began to crack, and the chill emanating from the well intensified.

'Tick tock! '

Blood flowed into the well, quickly turning its surface red.

Ripples appeared on the calm water, and the two saw their reflections in the well trembling.

"Sir, there is——"

An envoy, holding his injured hand, turned to speak to Zhao Fusheng.

But the moment he turned his head, the other envoy's excited expression froze on his face.

There were two envoys' reflections in the well, but the moment the blood stained the reflections, the envoy who was speaking turned his head away, while the reflections in the well remained motionless, gazing at the two people on the well's surface.

"It's a ghost—"

Another messenger exclaimed in surprise.

Before he could finish speaking, he and the envoy beside him vanished at the same time.

Zhao Fusheng unleashed his hellish power when the two men's expressions changed drastically.

The shadow loomed over, but they found nothing.

The two messengers disappeared right before the eyes of the Demon Suppression Division and others, without even a trace of the vengeful ghost.

……

This unexpected turn of events stunned everyone.

Miao Yougong's expression changed slightly, and he took a few steps back.

Wang Zhiyi's expression was rather grim. She had previously confirmed that there were no signs of malevolent spirits or evil energy in the area, yet the person had disappeared right under everyone's noses. Where did they go?
Zhao Fusheng's figure flashed and then disappeared from the spot. When she reappeared, she was already standing by the well.

When she looked down into the well, she noticed that the water had turned a pale red.

Beneath the red well water, two figures gazed at her across the surface. They waved frantically, but could not disturb the calm water, and the person above could not hear any sound from below.

"They're trapped in the well."

(End of this chapter)