I become a god in another world

Chapter 689 The Fifth Day of the Second Lunar Month
Chapter 689

"A living person?" Yu Lingzhu looked blank at first, then repeated the question.

But she quickly realized the implication of Zhao Fusheng's words, her expression changed drastically, and she repeated them in disbelief, emphasizing her words:
"A living person?!"

Yu Lingzhu has now realized the seriousness of the problem in Wuqing County.

This place has almost become a land of the dead, and the 'people' she sees are almost indistinguishable from ghosts.

Yet, in the place where living people should least exist, Zhao Fusheng claimed that living people did exist.

After her initial shock, Yu Lingzhu quickly realized something:

"Is it...is it Chang Hao?"

Zhao Fusheng shook his head:
"do not know."

Despite this, both of them vaguely sensed that if there was a living person in the coffin, it would probably only be Chang Hao.

With this thought in mind, Zhao Fusheng waved to Yu Lingzhu:
"Lingzhu, come down."

Yu Lingzhu stared at her blankly. Their eyes met, and in a flash, Yu Lingzhu suddenly understood the meaning behind her words.

"Okay." Yu Lingzhu nodded.

Everyone was busy with their own affairs at the moment, but Yu Lingzhu, due to the special nature of the ghost law, had nothing to do.

However, if there is a living person in the coffin right now, and that living person is Chang Hao, then Yu Lingzhu could really be of help.

In her eagerness to save lives, she relied on her status as a ghost tamer, whose physical strength far surpassed that of ordinary people, and jumped down without regard for anything else.

As he leaped into the air, Zhao Fusheng lashed out with his long whip.

The whip's shadow transformed into layers of human skin, trapping Yu Lingzhu inside.

One human skin after another bound people, eventually allowing Yu Lingzhu to land safely, until she stood on top of the coffin lid alongside her.

"Thank you."

Yu Lingzhu gasped for breath twice and thanked her.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head:
"I will now open the coffin lid—"

The full extent of the Ghost Tree Law in Wuqing County has not yet been revealed, and opening the coffin may trigger unforeseen events.

Once an unexpected event occurs, it could reveal a terrifying killing intent in an instant, drawing everyone into it.

"Don't worry, if anything unexpected happens, I will do everything in my power to save everyone's lives." Yu Lingzhu understood Zhao Fusheng's unspoken meaning and nodded in promise.

"it is good."

Zhao Fusheng nodded and gestured for her to step aside.

Yu Lingzhu was extremely anxious, but she forced herself to remain calm and leaped away.

She stood on a pile of burial objects.

These items, which were precious to ordinary people, were crushed under her feet, yet they steadily supported her body.

Zhao Fusheng stood at the end of the coffin, flicked her long whip, which transformed into a spear, took a deep breath, and summoned two door gods to stand on either side of her behind her. At the same time, she once again borrowed Zhu Guangling's power.

The rain began to fall in a drizzle, and a pair of ghostly footprints firmly trapped her feet, confining her inside.

At the same time, Zhao Fusheng opened his 'Heavenly Eye' again and stared at the black coffin that was entangled by the giant vines.

After doing all this, she then raised her gun and stabbed at the back of the coffin.

With a 'bang', the ghost gun silently pierced through the giant black vines and entered the coffin.

The ghost vine seemed to feel pain and began to contract sharply.

Countless giant vines, resembling giant pythons, tightly coiled around the ghost spear, attempting to engulf it.

However, the Erlang Shen's Human Skin Demon Whip technique is no small matter.

Holding a long spear, Zhao Fusheng forcefully stirred the roots and vines of the giant tree, using his strength to break their entanglement. Then, he used his spear to pry open the coffin lid.

The tree roots split open in response.

A large amount of black mist dissipated, and the coffin lid was violently propelled with a 'boom,' flying and crashing against the surrounding stone coffin walls before finally landing with a heavy thud.

Dust mixed with ghostly energy gushed out of the coffin, hissing and whistling.

A heavy breathing sound came from the smoke and dust, and Yu Lingzhu heard it clearly this time.

She hastily used her hands as a fan to disperse the dust and smoke:

"Fusheng, there is really a living person in the coffin——"

Before she could finish speaking, the smoke and dust cleared, and she could see the scene inside the coffin.

Upon seeing this, Yu Lingzhu was terrified.

The bottom of the coffin was submerged in a pool of blood. The surface of the pool was calm, and a rotting corpse was wrapped in strange black vines, lying inside the coffin like a special 'seat'.

The rotting corpse lay in a pool of blood, with only its bluish-black face floating on the surface of the blood.

Its arms and fingers had long since turned into vines, and it was holding a child in its arms in an embracing posture.

The black vines pierced through the child's body, leaving it riddled with holes, a truly terrifying sight.

However, due to the power of the vengeful spirit, the child did not die.

He seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep, and even began to dream—the dream was of unknown content, and a contradictory expression appeared on his pale face.

The child's brows were furrowed, as if he were in great pain, yet the corners of his mouth were turned up, as if he were dreaming of something that made him happy.

This scene, which resembled both crying and laughing, was extremely unsettling to watch.

The moment Yu Lingzhu saw the child's face, she shuddered and murmured:
"Chang Hao—"

Her voice immediately shattered the tranquility of the ghost realm.

Zhao Fusheng noticed some details: when she broke open the coffin lid, she did not deliberately restrain her strength because of the ghost vine's obstruction.

With the power she used to open the coffin, the commotion she caused was enormous, yet this ghostly realm seemed to exist on its own.

When she violently opened the coffin, the lid flew off, crashed against the inner wall of the stone coffin, and then fell to the ground with a deafening sound. However, the child inside the coffin did not wake up, and the water surface remained calm without any ripples.

But when Yu Lingzhu called out the child's name, the ghost realm changed.

The child squeezed his eyes shut tightly for a moment.

Fish-like patterns began to appear on the surface of the blood lake, followed by a rustling sound, as if countless vines beneath the blood pool were turning over.

The rotting corpse moved its already deformed 'fingers' in an instant, and the vines of varying thickness that had passed through the child's body began to tighten, almost strangling the child out of shape.

Chang Hao's body sank into the pool of blood, with only his head remaining above the surface.

……

It was the right decision to lower Yu Lingzhu into the coffin.

Zhao Fusheng is not afraid of the strange, but he is afraid of the unchanging.

At this moment, she was overjoyed and looked at Yu Lingzhu:
"He responded to what you said."

Upon hearing this, Yu Lingzhu felt a pang of heartache. She then leaned closer to the coffin and whispered again:
"Chang Hao".

As she called out, tears welled in her eyes, and she reached out to touch the child's face.

The child's expression began to show pain, and his breathing became rapid. As his nostrils opened and closed, his blood began to return to normal.

Beneath the surface of the pool, shadowy figures resembling giant pythons could be seen surging, and a ghostly aura took shape all around.

‘Boom boom boom——’

A buzzing sound came from underground, and then Zhao Fusheng discovered that the foundation of the place seemed to be sinking.

Countless burial objects began to shake violently, and the water level in the blood pool began to drop.

"No, it's not the blood that's decreasing, it's the ghost tree revealing its true form."

Zhao Fusheng looked into the pool and gave a soft shout. Huge tree vines and roots, resembling small mountains, began to emerge from the water.

The roots varied in size, some as thick as a water vat, others as thin as an arm.

The roots, large and small, intertwined, like a terrifying mountain, cracking the coffin and recklessly flattening the burial objects, extending outwards.

Wherever the roots and vines reached, the stone coffin was pierced, and mud, sand, and gravel fell down like hail.

In the very center of these giant vines, Chang Hao's body was pierced and tightly embraced by the ghost vines, with only his head remaining intact.

His body was riddled with holes and had almost become one with the ghost tree.

Yu Lingzhu watched helplessly as the ghost tree revived before her eyes, growing to over ten zhang tall in an instant and bursting out of the stone coffin.

Chang Hao's head hangs from the treetop, like a special 'head' banner.

"What...what is this?!"

This sudden scene greatly surprised Miao Yougong and the others.

The people of the capital looked up in alarm, and amidst a chilling earthquake, they watched as something emerged from the ground.

"Yes, it's the gods who are angry—"

Cheng Mengyin screamed in terror.

"Shut up!"

Liu Yizhen shouted.

"The gods are angry. You have angered the cycle of reincarnation and will suffer a terrible death in the future."

Upon seeing the ghost tree manifest, Cheng Mengyin was even more terrified:

“I will establish laws so that in your next life you will live in the poorest, most remote places, born into the poorest families of servants—no, I will mold you into objects—”

He spoke for a long time, seemingly still unsatisfied with his anger, and then said:

"This law is not enough. In your next life, you should be reborn as pigs, cows, dogs, or beasts, to suffer the torment of being enslaved and cursed, to be whipped, and after death, to be skinned and dismembered, to be cut into a thousand pieces, to be fried in oil, to be eaten, and to be drunk—"

"damn thing."

Fan Wujiu couldn't hold back any longer. He clenched his fist and was about to walk towards Cheng Mengyin:
"Even on the verge of death, he still knows how to hurl insults—"

"There's no hope." Fan Bisi grabbed his younger brother tightly.

An unexpected change is about to occur, and Zhao Fusheng has not yet spoken. There is no need to act rashly for the sake of a ghost who died young in Wuqing County.

While the two brothers were talking, Zhao Fusheng's voice rang out:
"Follow the laws of heaven and earth."

Then, in the deep pit, Zhao Fusheng's figure rapidly grew larger, and his head, like a small mountain, burst out from the bottom of the deep coffin, level with the bottom of the ghost tree.

Yu Lingzhu was held in her palm and slowly extended towards Chang Hao, who was being 'held' in mid-air by the ghost tree.

"Chang Hao, Chang Hao."

Yu Lingzhu suppressed her heartache and called out twice in a low voice.

Her eyes were filled with tears as she looked at Chang Hao's pale face. Her memories involuntarily returned to the last two times she saw Chang Hao—when there was unrest in the Chang family and Chang Hao's two sisters-in-law sent him to the capital.

Yu Lingzhu was born with a hard life—in fact, every ordinary person under the Han Dynasty was destined for hardship.

But she was also exceptionally lucky; in middle age, she could control ghosts and thus defied fate.

However, the hardships of her childhood seemed to be a curse, making it difficult for her to find happiness again.
To others, she was a high-ranking general in the Demon Suppression Division, wielding great power and surrounded by servants; she must have been very happy.

But those who control ghosts are accompanied by ghosts, and they never have peace, day or night.

During the time Chang Hao spent with her, she felt an indescribable peace.

Children are innocent and adorable, unaware of the hypocrisy and deceit of adults.

Although he embodies the unspeakable metaphor of Sister Chang, he has indeed brought comfort to Yu Lingzhu.

The last time I saw him was at Old Madam Chang's funeral.

When such a tragedy occurred at the Chang family, everyone was so busy with the old lady's funeral that they neglected the children.

According to the maid who was serving him, after the old lady passed away, young master Chang Hao was possessed by an evil spirit. One day, he suddenly cried out in alarm, "There's a ghost!"

But where did this ghost come from?

At that time, the Chang family was at its peak. After the old lady passed away, the concubines of the eldest and second masters became pregnant one after another, just as the feng shui master had said: "The ancestral grave and the residence are adjacent, and the descendants of the Chang family will enjoy endless reincarnation."

……

Thinking of this, Yu Lingzhu was suddenly startled: Which time was the last time I saw Chang Hao?
Was it at Old Madam Chang's funeral? But she still saw Chang Hao later, otherwise why would she tell Zhao Fusheng that Chang Hao later became mute?
She looked like she had watched Chang Hao grow up—

Thinking about it this way, Yu Lingzhu was in a daze: Did I really see it?

At this moment, Chang Hao, who was being swallowed by the giant 'tree', clearly looked like a child.

As a ghost tamer, Yu Lingzhu was all too familiar with this situation—only a ghost tamer, at the moment of controlling a fierce ghost, is as if bound to the ghost in a disguised way, and the life of a 'human' seems to end at the moment of controlling the ghost, so a person will no longer have the natural physiological processes of growth and aging.

Just like Xu Yu more than fifty years ago, after he wielded the Qiankun Brush, time seemed to stand still at that moment;
After Yu Lingzhu controls the ghosts, her physical body will no longer age.

Those who control ghosts are destined to die at the hands of the vengeful ghosts themselves.

The fact that Chang Hao still retains the appearance of a child when Old Madam Chang died many years ago proves that he had already controlled ghosts back then.

If he had already mastered ghosts back then, then was the story of him becoming mute as an adult, which remained in Yu Lingzhu's memory, just a lie?
What exactly is fake, and what is real?
What exactly happened after Old Mrs. Chang died?

"Ugh—" Yu Lingzhu groaned, her head throbbing as if her memory had been interrupted for a moment.

Many things have impacted her perception, making it difficult for her to distinguish between illusion and reality.

But after a long while, Chang Hao's face finally brought her back to her senses, and she reached out to touch Chang Hao's face:
"Chang Hao, wake up."

The moment her palm touched Chang Hao's cheek, she shivered.

Yu Lingzhu herself was a ghost tamer, but Chang Hao's body was no different from a ghost, like solid ice that never melts.

When she placed her hand on his, Chang Hao seemed to sense her body temperature, and his furrowed brows immediately smoothed out.

The child turned his cheek toward her palm, pressed it against her hand, and rubbed it affectionately.

This action brought tears to Yu Lingzhu's eyes.

The child's eyelashes fluttered, and he slowly opened his eyes.

"what--"

His pupils were bluish-green, and when Yu Lingzhu's image was reflected in his eyes, he opened his mouth.

But his mouth was pitch black.

Through his lips, Yu Lingzhu could see that his mouth was like a bottomless abyss, with no tongue visible. Instead, one or two wisps of black energy escaped from it, like a slender snake, disappearing the moment it left his lips.

"Xiao Hao, I'm your great-aunt, do you remember me?"

Yu Lingzhu grabbed the child's hand and asked a question.

In that instant, many thoughts raced through Zhao Fusheng's mind.

She suddenly turned to look at Cheng Mengyin:

"Cheng Mengyin, what's the month and day of the month now?"

At this moment, Zhao Fusheng was several meters tall with a head as big as a mountain. When she lowered her head and approached Cheng Mengyin, the intimidating presence of her massive body made Cheng Mengyin involuntarily want to retreat.

But he seemed to be controlled by a mysterious force, frozen in place, making it difficult even to look up and dodge.

Zhao Fusheng stared at him. The evil eye on her forehead was covered by a grayish-blue membrane, concealing the evil aura within. However, the difference in size between her and Cheng Mengyin after her transformation became more obvious as the two approached each other.

Cheng Mengyin's figure was reflected in her huge pupils, as if she were about to be swallowed up by her open mouth.

An invisible fear welled up in her heart, and Cheng Mengyin answered almost without thinking:
"2. Issued in early February, 5—"

(End of this chapter)