I become a god in another world

Chapter 681 Mutual Interrogation
Chapter 681

The crack began to spread from the bottom of the mirror bowl towards the top center. At first, it was a thin line, but soon it grew larger and tore the mirror apart wherever it went.

At the same time, the surface of 'Zhao Fusheng's' body in those mirrors was shrouded in a faint, eerie red mist.

As the mist rose, Zhao Fusheng's connection with the other 'self' trapped within these mirrors intensified.

Everyone is connected in spirit and soul.

Pain, despair, and numbness instantly assaulted Zhao Fusheng's consciousness and mind, and her core consciousness began to be violently shaken.

At this moment, she couldn't distinguish whether she was Zhang San, Li Si, or even Zang Junji, Du Meiren, or many other figures who existed or did not exist in her memory.

Zhao Fusheng immediately realized the danger.

If she loses her composure at this moment, it would be equivalent to being possessed by a vengeful ghost.

When another unfamiliar memory takes over, she is no longer 'Zhao Fusheng'.

At this moment, the balance of her thoughts began to tip, and the idea that she was 'Zang Junji' began to appear more frequently.

Back in the seventeenth level of the Ghost Realm in Fengdu, Zang Junji marked her with the Law of Vengeful Ghosts and planted a Ghost Eye, probably all for this very moment.

This could be the ghost tamer who was once the master of the Investiture of the Gods, attempting to revive in the next Investiture of the Gods tamer many years later.

But he was already dead back then, and the dead should remain in the depths of hell!

"You couldn't keep the Investiture of the Gods back then, and now you've lost the right to keep it."

Zhao Fusheng had a sudden thought and immediately supported his back with both hands.

As soon as she made that movement, a surge of black energy emanated from her body.

The power of hell has been revived on its own, and the abyss beneath the earth has been revealed.

A heavy force began to fall, landing on Zhao Fusheng's shoulder, but stopped the moment it touched her palm.

A notification sound from the Investiture of the Gods echoed in Zhao Fusheng's mind: Do you want to fully control the Investiture of the Gods?

The Investiture of the Gods is capable of suppressing powerful ghosts of god-level status, so it is naturally no ordinary thing. Once it is fully controlled, it is very likely to bring some unpredictable harm.

But Zhao Fusheng couldn't care less about that at that moment.

In any case, we must break the current situation, rescue the other members of the Demon Suppression Division, and resolve the ghostly calamity in Wuqing County.

Only by surviving can we talk about the future.

Her gaze was resolute as she made her choice: Yes!

The moment this thought arose, a force descended, suppressing her soul.

Her outstretched hands touched a cold, icy object, and upon contact, they became one with her, inseparable in spirit and body.

Congratulations, host, you have fully mastered the Investiture of the Gods.

From this day forward, you will be the God List, and the God List will be you.

The Investiture of the Gods is the legacy of merit accumulated by generations of its hosts.

It gathers the flames of hope from all over the world, wins the hearts of the people, quells chaos, establishes order, and upholds the law.

It is the highest law, using merit to suppress evil spirits.

This merit will be passed down to future generations. Please accumulate merit points as soon as possible, open the God Ranking, and rebuild the order.

He bestowed upon the great demon the title of god, and sent all the other demons into the cycle of reincarnation.

……

The host is warned: When one's merits are insufficient to suppress evil spirits, one may suffer a backlash from the gods and spirits.

(Note: Once the Investiture of the Gods is completely controlled, the backlash from the gods and spirits will only devour the controller, not the Investiture of the Gods itself.)
(Note: When the host suffers backlash from ghosts and gods, the Investiture of the Gods will detach from the host and search for the next holder of the law.)
A series of notification sounds rang in Zhao Fusheng's ears.

She didn't have time to think it through; she forced herself to memorize the clues first, and then grabbed the ghost tablet with both hands.

The moment the ghost tablet grasped him, Zhao Fusheng immediately regained his composure.

Within her soul, the shadow of a ghost monument slowly emerged. Then, she sat firmly in her sea of ​​consciousness, and all the surging thoughts transformed into stars that began to revolve around her.

Zang Junji's consciousness could no longer overshadow the main point.

She knows very clearly who she is and where she is.

On the Ghost Stele, all the ghosts and gods opened their eyes at the same time. However, the endless merit points on the Ghost Stele transformed into the most powerful deterrent against ghosts and gods in this world, making it impossible for ghosts and gods of all sizes to escape or resist. In the end, they could only submit.

Ghosts and spirits surrounded her, and she could see these consciousnesses.

Consciousness immediately turned into dust, unable to be impacted, and eventually slowly disappeared into her mind, turning into black mist, which was swept away by the ghost monument.

At the same time, the figure of 'Zhao Fusheng' in the blood bubble within the mirror began to fade.

It shrinks inward from its initial 'human form' and then transforms into a thin, black shadow. From a distance, this slender black shadow stands upright within the blood bubbles, making the blood bubbles in these blood mirrors resemble eyes with vertical pupils.

Then his eyeballs silently shattered.

Zang Junji's consciousness was completely suppressed.

The blood-red lines on each lens were still intact, with thousands upon thousands of them connected by Zhao Fusheng.

The mirror could no longer fully reflect her figure; a deep abyss had appeared behind her, blurring the surface of the mirror.

Just then, giant tree roots suddenly appeared behind the ghost mirror.

Behind each lens lies a different root system—as if a towering tree had pierced through the entire 'mirror bowl,' its extensive roots spreading to every corner of this ghostly space.

As soon as the ghost tree appeared, the previously blurry mirror surface immediately became clear.

The image of the blood-red eyeball hidden inside was erased by the presence of the ghost tree, and countless crisscrossing roots covered every part of the lens.

The image of the vengeful ghost reappeared in the mirror.

Compared to the roots of the ghost tree, the vengeful ghost in the mirror was like a drop in the ocean.

It appeared in every lens, glaring venomously at Zhao Fusheng.

The blood mirror glowed red, as if trying to capture Zhao Fusheng's image once again.

The evil aura of the ghost mirror pierced through the abyss and shone into the eleventh level of hell.

The vengeful ghosts that Zhao Fusheng had once captured and imprisoned in hell appeared one by one in the mirror. Then the ghost mirror shone on her body, revealing the rudimentary shadow of the ghost monument.

The mirror was shaken as soon as the shadow appeared.

A violent tremor came, and the mirror space was powerfully struck by a terrifying force that suddenly descended.

This is a forbidden zone for spirits and deities; it must not be explored or violated!
One by one, the ghosts and gods revealed themselves.

Door Gods and their spouses, the Night-Wandering Ghost Chariot, the Guide to the Underworld—

Erlang Shen opened his three eyes and stared directly at the ghost tree in the mirror.

The crack inside the mirror started from the center of the head and spread in all directions. This force was unstoppable and tore the ghost mirror apart in an instant with overwhelming force!

The image of the vengeful ghost in the mirror was shattered to pieces, and a small number of the ghost tree's roots were broken.

Zhao Fusheng immediately reached out and gestured, his will following his heart: the divine laws of Erlang Shen once again enveloped her.

The laws of heaven and earth are applied.

Her body grew rapidly, her feet touching the ground, and a mirror topped her head.

The red threads binding her and slowing her movements suddenly seemed incredibly small, and she grabbed the threads with both hands again—this time, tying the ghost threads was much easier.

After fully mastering the Investiture of the Gods, her power reached its peak.

Zhao Fusheng gently tugged at the large handful of ghost thread in his hand. The other end of the thread was weak, like a tug-of-war with a toddler.

The already damaged mirror shattered, the reflection of the ghost tree behind the blood mirror dissipated, and the image of the vengeful ghost disappeared.

As soon as the ghostly figure disappeared, the ghost mirror collapsed with lightning speed.

The mirror space was destroyed, and countless blood mirrors that had once reflected Zhao Fusheng's image turned into streams of blood and began to flow.

A violent storm and a bloodbath erupted within the ghost realm.

But the blood rain couldn't touch Zhao Fusheng's body; it all avoided her. The earth shook violently.

Blood pools began to gather beneath her feet, the sky darkened instantly, and the ghost realm was immediately dispelled.

The Ghost Well disappeared.

As the darkness dissipated, the members of the Demon Suppression Division, who had been trapped inside the Ghost Mirror, appeared before Zhao Fusheng as if waking from a dream.

"We...we just—"

As soon as Miao Yougong opened his eyes, he instinctively patted his chest.

The last scene that remained in his mind was: after the two messengers cut their hands to bleed and attracted ghosts and disappeared, Zhao Fusheng stepped forward and followed in their footsteps.

In everyone's eyes, she was as powerful as a god descended to earth. When she was also swallowed by the Ghost Well, everyone's mind was immediately thrown into chaos.

The people of Wan'an County are the most anxious.

Meng Po rushed to the well first, hoping to rescue Zhao Fusheng.

Miao Yougong's impressions after that are not very clear.

He only remembered that at some point, a blood moon hung in the sky, and Meng Po seemed to pour something into the well.

The ancient well immediately underwent a strange change. Before everyone's eyes, a pool of spring water appeared beside them, reflecting their figures.

He knew nothing after that.

I thought I was going to die this time, but I never expected that I would be able to come back to life.

"I'm alive?"

Miao Yougong was somewhat incredulous. His heart was still pounding wildly in his chest. He looked up at his surroundings and saw that Wang Ling and the others were still there.

Yu Lingzhu, Wang Zhiyi, and a group of people from the Imperial Capital Demon Suppression Division are still alive.

Where is Lord Zhao?

Miao Yougong suddenly realized what was happening and tried to find Zhao Fusheng in the crowd.

The ghostly calamity in Wuqing County is complex and difficult to deal with. Yu Lingzhu's vengeful ghost law can only passively protect her life, but it cannot lead everyone to escape from the ghost realm.

Under such circumstances, she will most likely only have her power depleted, and then be dragged to her death in the Ghost Realm.

Only if Zhao Fu lives can there be a glimmer of hope for everyone.

The Qiankun Brush said that some people would die in Wuqing County during this trip.

Miao Yougong felt a chill run down his spine at the thought of the Ghost Pen prophecy.

Fortunately, he spotted Zhao Fusheng with just one glance.

She stood surrounded by people, her hand still gripping and pulling.

"Lord Zhao is still alive."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help but smile.

"grown ups."

The people of Wan'an County's eyes lit up, and they were the first to rush forward: "It's good that you're alright, sir."

"There shouldn't be any problems for now."

Zhao Fusheng shook his head.

The 'laws' of the world within the Blood Mirror have been broken, and it will not amount to anything in the short term.

The group had left the illusion of Zhangliu Lane in Changjiao County and returned to the Chang family home.

"It seems we have some uninvited guests here," Zhao Fusheng said.

Her words immediately alerted everyone.

Yu Lingzhu's look of relief vanished, and she followed her gaze to see the Chang family members appearing not far away.

Everyone is still inside the Reincarnation Hall of the Chang Clan Ancestral Hall.

The group had been standing in the center of the hall, preparing to excavate a tomb, but somehow encountered a law and were mistakenly sent into the illusion of Changjiao County.

Now that the illusion has been broken, everyone has returned to their original place. The Chang family members, led by the two patriarchs, are standing in front of the rows of offering tables of different heights and levels, each holding a lamp that burns eternally.

This scene was particularly chilling.

The Hall of Reincarnation was originally extremely dark, and the 'everlasting lamps' here could not illuminate the darkness, only the people of the Chang family who held the everlasting lamps.

The two patriarchs of the Chang family stood at the head, while their descendants, wives, and concubines stood in groups behind them.

Countless stewards and servants surrounded the Chang family. They were without light and hidden in the darkness, only vaguely visible as black figures. However, their numbers were extremely large and dense, eventually merging with the darkness to form a sea of ​​people that seemed to stretch endlessly.

"Lingzhu, you've returned to Wuqing County, why didn't you say goodbye?"

Master Chang held the long lamp and slowly began to speak.

Yu Lingzhu shivered.

She had returned to Wuqing County several times over the years, and since the passing of Old Madam Chang, she had also returned to the Chang residence a few times. Every time she interacted with Master Chang and others, she felt an indescribable closeness and protectiveness. But now, when Master Chang was holding a lamp and talking to her again—even though he had not yet revealed his ghostly form, the eerie feeling of his ghostly aura could no longer be concealed.

"Who exactly have been talking to me all these years?"

Yu Lingzhu murmured.

"Of course it's me, it's me, Chang Xianwang, your elder brother Chang," Chang Xianwang said.
"Lingzhu, the old lady has been very kind to you."

Chang Houwang also said:
"Back when you were in the opera troupe, you were often hungry and frequently beaten. Who treated you well? It was the Chang family."

"The opera troupe was arrested and imprisoned. You almost died in prison. My mother bought you out for three copper coins." Chang Xianwang stared at Yu Lingzhu with a sinister look.
“Back then, your whole body was covered in sores, not a single one was completely healed. My mother gathered herbs, boiled them in water, and applied the water to your wounds. Do you remember?”

"No--"

Yu Lingzhu shook her head.

Zhao Fusheng grabbed her arm:

"Don't talk to ghosts, or you'll get karmic entanglements."

Yu Lingzhu's eyes were filled with tears:
"I'm already entangled in karma, and I can't escape it."

The Chang family seemed unaware of Zhao Fusheng's presence:

"The old lady took good care of you, and you said you wanted to help the opera troupe collect the bodies to uphold your loyalty. Didn't our family help you?"

Chang Houwang also said:
"That's so dangerous! Everyone's risking their lives to mess with you, and how are you treating the Chang family now?"

"You actually brought outsiders and broke into the place where the old lady's body was laid to rest."

"You are so unfilial!"

"How unfilial!"

All members of the Chang family condemned the actions.

"Are you really going to dig up the old lady's coffin and disturb her even after she's dead?" Chang Xianwang asked.

Yu Lingzhu lowered her head and remained silent.

“If the old lady were alive, she would be heartbroken to know that you did this,” Chang Houwang also said.

The two brothers talked to Yu Lingzhu, one after the other, not giving her a chance to speak.

This approach has always worked – even if the Chang family gets into trouble or makes some demands, Yu Lingzhu always compromises and gives in.

But this time, the two of them talked to her for a long time, but Yu Lingzhu didn't say a word.

A deathly silence fell over the main hall.

After a short while, Yu Lingzhu suddenly raised her head:

"My two elder brothers, I ask you, if you are watching from heaven, will you regret what has happened to Wuqing County?"

(End of this chapter)