I become a god in another world

Chapter 680 The Ghost Mirror World
Chapter 680
Without hesitation, Zhao Fusheng lay down beside the well. Upon seeing this, Miao Yougong quickly stepped forward and advised him:
"My lord, they are merely two messengers; why take such a risk—"

Ghost Well is evil.

The major case in Wuqing County is urgent, and Zhao Fusheng is very powerful; there's no need to risk your life for two envoys.

Zhao Fusheng ignored him.

Ghost Well and Wuqing County's Reincarnation Ghost Domain have become an inseparable part of each other. If we avoid trouble now, we will still be unable to escape the chaos caused by the Chang family later.

She reached into the well with one hand—but it was like trying to catch the moon's reflection in water.

The moment Zhao Fusheng's hand touched the 'water' surface, she didn't actually feel the cold water. Instead, her fingertips broke the silence of the mist, and cool, soft mist droplets enveloped her palm.

The cold, cool, and soft mist enveloped her arms, and the fine droplets of mist clung to her arms like thousands of hair-thin needles pricking her skin and penetrating her body through her pores.

A chill ran through Zhao Fusheng, making her shiver involuntarily. When she looked down, the ground seemed like a deep, bottomless abyss.

It was extremely quiet around her; she was in a secluded, small space where she could not hear any noise.

Zhao Fusheng felt a chill run down her spine. She looked up as if possessed, only to see high walls on all sides, with the blazing sun shining brightly above, as if an anxious face was facing her.

"Meng Po!"

Zhao Fusheng recognized Meng Po's face and immediately realized that he had been pulled into the Ghost Well without anyone noticing.

Separated by the ghostly mist, Zhao Fusheng saw Meng Po waving, but could not hear her words, as if the two were in different worlds.

Realizing he had been pulled into the ghost realm, Zhao Fusheng's mind raced.

Tang Min's Ghostly Law: Blood Mirror.

The mirror image reflected the person's figure and then pulled them into the blood mirror.

The vengeful spirits exist in the mirror world. It is unknown how many such mirrors exist, and how the spirits kill people within the mirror world.

In a flash, Zhao Fusheng's consciousness sank into the ghost realm. She reached out and grabbed an item.

As soon as it was taken out, it emitted a nauseating stench.

Zhao Fusheng held his breath, raised his hand, and unfolded it.

A human skin coat transformed from a disgusting demon!

She draped the unfurled ghost-skin coat over her back, and the stench instantly enveloped her. A vengeful ghost possessed her body and began to devour her flesh and blood.

But as soon as the disgusting ghost moved, the Blood Mirror Law was activated as well.

Thick fog surged in and enveloped Zhao Fusheng.

Because of the human skin coat that provided cover, he indirectly took the brunt of the Blood Mirror's attack for Zhao Fusheng.

Bloodstains formed on her body, disintegrating the human skin coat at an astonishing speed.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhao Fusheng opened the eleventh level of hell.

The shadow of hell loomed over the well opening, and she flashed, attempting to escape the ghostly realm.

But this place was strange. She thought she had already appeared at the exit, but when Zhao Fusheng looked again, she was still about ten feet away from the well opening.

A thin mist separated her from Meng Po, who was still the same as before, lying by the well, watching her with concern and waving at her, without changing her movements.

Zhao Fusheng immediately realized that this was an illusion caused by the evil spirits.

She was not close to Meng Po, nor was she 'below the surface of the well'.

It is highly likely that this was just bait from the laws of vengeful spirits. Perhaps when she was 'captured' into the ghost realm, Meng Po arrived at the well and was also captured and taken into the ghost realm.

But the idea was quickly rejected by Zhao Fusheng:
"wrong!"

When the group entered 'Changjiao County', they were already sent to the Ghost Realm.

Perhaps Tang Min's law of vengeful ghosts is a mirror world, and the mirror world is divided into large and small mirror worlds.

Taking Wuqing County as an example, if the real Wuqing County is the 'reincarnation world' that everyone entered through the canyon, then when everyone fought in the tomb and the ghost reflected into another 'Wuqing County', this Wuqing County, which seemed 'normal' in Yu Lingzhu and Wang Zhiyi's perception, was actually a large mirror world.

Within this large mirror world, there are also many smaller mirrors.

This small mirror image includes Changjiao County—and if we break it down further, for example, this old well on Zhangliu Road in Changjiao County.

This situation is strikingly similar to the case of the ghost at Shilipo.

Qiao Yuesheng is hidden behind layers upon layers of dreams, each dream interconnected. Only by delving deeper into the dreams can one see Qiao Yuesheng's true form as a vengeful ghost and truly escape only when facing a crisis.

The mirror world is the same now.

Zhao Fusheng is not afraid of encountering ghosts, but if he gets trapped in a ghost's mirror image, it's like being trapped in a maze. Before he even sees the main character, he's already dizzy from being entangled by demons and monsters.

With this thought in mind, Zhao Fusheng immediately calmed down.

She looked back at where she had been standing, the human skin ghost clothes being disintegrated by the blood mirror.

But the Law of Disgusting Ghosts is special; anyone who gets caught in it will suffer a lot.

As expected, after the blood mirror tore it apart, its shattered ghostly body stuck to the mirror image itself.

When the two forces clashed, the blood mirror shattered instantly, turning into a pool of filthy liquid.

Countless disgusting oil slicks floated in the filth, eventually seeping into the bottom of the well.

However, the disgusting ghost is of a lower rank and can only decompose the blood mirror for a moment.

After a while, the blood mist re-gathered, forming a ghost mirror as tall as a person, which rotated and faced Zhao Fusheng.

Upon seeing the ghost mirror take shape, Zhao Fusheng knew how dangerous it was, and immediately activated Hell, flashing away from the spot.

The ghost mirror missed its target and then split into two, forming a second blood mirror. In an instant, it expanded in the wind, transforming into a mirror of the same size as the first blood mirror, which then shone on Zhao Fusheng.

The Blood Mirror Law is flexible; it can be divided or combined.

If there are too many divisions, and one is caught in the light, trouble will inevitably follow sooner or later.

While Zhao Fusheng was thinking about something, he once again used the power of hell to teleport away.

The blood mirror began to decompose again, splitting into four parts.

One becomes two, two becomes four, and so on, until it becomes endless.

In a short time, dozens of blood mirrors had appeared.

Zhao Fusheng was surrounded from all sides, above him, and on the ground.

Fortunately, she has Hell by her side, and she can freely enter and exit wherever the shadows reach—if all else fails, Zhao Fusheng still has the Ghost Chariot, which can be used to escape by means of reincarnation.

However, only by getting close to the ghost can one truly resolve the ghost problem.

Unless it's a matter of life and death, taking a ghost car to leave is naturally the worst option.

The ghost mirror split again. In that short time, she kept dodging, and the blood mirror had already split into more than a hundred pieces. In an instant, the large and small mirror worlds occupied the bottom of the well, blurring the illusions around the well walls.

The blood-red mirror spun rapidly, its countless reflections concealing a gaze filled with venomous resentment.

"Zhao Fusheng—"

Someone in the mirror is shouting coldly.

At first, the voice seemed completely unfamiliar, but upon closer listening, it sounded somewhat familiar.

In an instant, it transformed into the voices of two men:

"Lord Zhao, please save us!"

The faces of the two messengers who had been 'swallowed' by the well appeared in the mirror, their eyes filled with resentment:

"It was you who made us cut our hands and bleed, which is why we ended up on camera."

"Humph."

Zhao Fusheng remained unmoved, her expression cold and hard. She was principled; the Demon Suppression Division received offerings from the people, and its duty was to solve ghost cases and protect the people.

Ordinary envoys in the capital city have limited abilities and cannot control ghosts—but they still have to do their part when faced with ghostly calamities.

Those who are capable should exert their utmost effort, and those who are less capable should also get things done.

To put it bluntly, ordinary envoys should have been mentally prepared to encounter danger amidst the ghostly calamity on this trip to Wuqing County.

It's unreasonable to blame her now.

Instead of blaming her, blame the people in Fengdu or the Imperial Capital who ordered them to travel—they are the ones who truly decide their fate.

Everything was unrelated to Zhao Fusheng; she was uninvolved in the cause and effect, and did not feel guilty for being blamed by the envoy.

Upon realizing this, Zhao Fusheng immediately felt a sense of foreboding.

"Oops."

The Laws of Demon Sacrifice!
In the ghost worship rituals of Bailici Village, whoever is called by the fierce ghost will respond, and then become entangled with the ghost and be killed by it.

Her nonchalant attitude when faced with the two 'messengers' venomous accusations was, in fact, a response in itself.

As soon as Zhao Fusheng realized his mistake, he immediately came to his senses.

At this moment, a blood-red mirror formed not far from her, and the blood-red light was about to capture her image in the mirror.

Zhao Fusheng opened the door to hell, and the shadows spread out, but some of the dark figures were still reflected in the blood mirror.

The Blood Mirror, upon capturing the shadow of hell, could not contain the aura of the Investiture of the Gods. Large chunks of the image collapsed, turning into blood that dripped into the ground.

But as half of the blood mirror was destroyed, a strange root suddenly appeared behind it.

It resembled the enormous root of an ancient tree. As soon as the root appeared, the scattered blood mirror stood firm and swallowed that abyss into its contents.

This scene stunned Zhao Fusheng.

The power of the Blood Mirror is so strange and ferocious that it can even devour hell.

The mirror kept splitting, and the four walls of the stone well completely disappeared.

A series of ghost mirrors of different sizes and shapes are arranged side by side like a winding path, eerily covering every crevice of the space.

No matter how Zhao Fusheng flew or disappeared, he was always contained within the Blood Mirror.

She leaped forward, and the mirror images in front of her seemed to come alive, swaying left and right as they slowly moved forward, blocking her path and capturing her image within the blood mirror.

Zhao Fusheng ran and ran with increasing exhaustion.

The blood mirror has already absorbed one shadow after another of hers.

There's a scene of her leaping forward, a scene of her standing still and turning her head, a scene of her unfolding hell, her expression cold and stern, her features sharp.

……

Everything was captured in the microscope.

At this moment, Zhao Fusheng's power was diluted, and his consciousness seemed to be severed.

She suddenly felt as if she were in a mirror image, and perhaps her true self was in those images looking at her, rather than the self that was fleeing at this moment.

With this thought in mind, when she looked back again, she saw that she could no longer see the well wall of this world, there was no well, no Meng Po, no Wan'an County and no people from the capital.

All she could see was a world filled with blood-red mirrors.

The mirrors stood out in irregular shapes, and in a daze, she couldn't count how many there were—it seemed like there were tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or even millions.

Each mirror captured a different version of her from different periods.

Zhao Fusheng lost his composure in an instant: Who am I?
When she was in a daze, the 'Zhao Fusheng' in the mirror mutated and transformed into a figure that was both strange and familiar to her.

The figure had no face; it was a faceless girl, identical to the one she saw in her ghostly dream during the Shili Slope ghost case.

"Zhao Fusheng, something's happened to your mother—"

A sound came from the mirror.

With each shout, the connection between her and the image in the mirror deepens.

She seemed to have returned to her past life, and through that past life, she saw 'more of her life'.

These people endured many hardships in their lives, including poverty and illness.

She spent her life toiling away, struggling to make ends meet for her family, with no rest throughout the year: getting married, having children, raising grandchildren, until the day she died in misery, owing the imperial court 78 taels of silver.

"wrong!"

This precise figure jolted Zhao Fusheng awake.

She has an amazing memory; the number 78 always seemed strangely familiar, as if she had heard it somewhere before.

"I remember now, Wu Laocai's father!"

Memory surges back like a floodgate opening.

Zhao Fusheng recalled her trip to Jin County, where she and the others entered the old Sun family mansion and met Wu Jizu, who was trapped in the Ghost Realm of Reincarnation. From him, she learned about her grandfather's life story: he inherited twenty acres of poor land, worked hard all his life, and died penniless.

It is said that people come into this world alone and leave empty-handed.

However, most people in the Han Dynasty were born into hardship, inheriting debts from birth and leaving their descendants a mess after they died.

The poverty will continue indefinitely, with no end in sight, and there will be no hope of ever turning things around.

Zhao Fusheng jolted awake and opened his eyes.

At this moment, she was unaware that she had been suspended in mid-air.

Below was a strange and terrifying black pool, its water calm yet possessing a chilling power, waiting to devour everything in the world.

All around her were countless mirrors.

These mirrors were cut and pieced together to form a complete hemispherical sphere, like a half-upside-down bowl, in which she was placed.

Each lens, like a scale, contains a 'Zhao Fusheng' trapped inside.

At this moment, Zhao Fusheng felt as if she were being 'sliced ​​alive,' as if every reflection of her in the blood mirror was being devoured by a force—like Zang Junji, who disintegrated himself to form the plaque of the Demon Suppression Bureau.

The two were born in different eras and had never met, yet their fates were remarkably similar.

The thought crossed her mind, and then Zhao Fusheng shook her head vigorously—she was not a pessimistic person and had never accepted her fate.

At this critical moment, she should have been trying to escape, rather than thinking of Zang Junji, a person she had no connection with.

Unless she is marked and in danger of being possessed!
With that thought in mind, Zhao Fusheng immediately looked up at the mirror.

In those mirrors, there were countless Zhao Fushengs gazing back at her.

These "Zhao Fusheng" figures had expressions that were either indifferent or numb, or sorrowful, much like the myriad suffering beings in the world.

But Zhao Fusheng had just figured everything out. He met those countless gazes with unwavering resolve, and was not swayed by them.

Her gaze met the countless eyes from all directions, and her consciousness seemed to traverse the long river of countless people's consciousnesses, filled with pain, despair, anger, and resentment.

She has a strong will!
After a while, the eerie Blood Mirror Ghost Palace began to tremble.

It was as if a terrifying, ancient, majestic, solemn, and inviolable aura was beginning to awaken.

'Crack crack crack—'

Cracks appeared on the mirror body, which was made up of countless fragments of blood-stained mirror and shaped like an inverted bowl.

At first the cracks were small, but they were like the foundation of a collapsing building.

(End of this chapter)