I become a god in another world

Chapter 713 Descendant Ghost Sacrifice
Chapter 713

"Why didn't Meng Po's soup make me forget my past?!"

Paper Man Zhang has gone mad.

The ghostly accomplices hanging from the tree shouted in unison, "Why did you suddenly think of this?"

He thought that at the very end of his life, what would be etched in his memory was the death of his wife and daughter in the old Zang family ancestral hall—after all, this event changed the fate of many people.

Strangely enough, he suddenly remembered his mother's death when he was young.

The paper doll Zhang is incredibly powerful.

Unlike Zhao Fusheng, who possessed Zhu Guangling's "the dead can be brought back to life in seven days" principle, he was actually showing signs of breaking free from the obsession with the Meng Po soup by relying solely on his own strength.

Being able to break free from the suppression of the Meng Po soup will most likely result in two outcomes: either one will see through everything and find peace of mind, or one's obsession will deepen and there will be no turning back.

Zhao Fusheng looked at the billowing black mist inside the coffin, where the ghostly figures had ferocious faces and were cursing and swearing, saying that heaven and earth were heartless and that human nature was stupid.

This person's resentment had not subsided; in fact, it had deepened even more than before.

This also means that Paper Man Zhang's obsession has intensified. He will not wake up. The Meng Po soup helps him remember his past, and old grudges and hatreds surge into his heart, making him even more ferocious.

Upon realizing this, Zhao Fusheng immediately wanted Kuai Manzhou to take out coffin nails, nail the paper figure Zhang to death, and seal it inside the ghost coffin.

Kuai Manzhou took the coffin nail out of his chest and walked toward the ghost coffin, holding the ghost coffin nail in his hand.

The coffin lid shook violently, and black smoke rose from it.

The little girl tried to insert the ghost nail into the coffin at first, but it was blocked by the black mist and bounced away.

"Yizhen, hold the coffin lid closed."

Zhao Fusheng said.

Liu Yizhen responded, his body turned to gold, and then he slammed down on the coffin lid.

With a bang, his force was so strong that the moment he pressed down on the coffin lid, it was like Mount Tai crashing down. The two vengeful ghosts inside the coffin were suppressed and instantly shrunk down.

The coffin lid fits the coffin perfectly, leaving only a small gap.

Seeing this, the two Fans also stepped forward to help.

The blood umbilical cord binds the ghost coffin, helping it suppress the two ghosts.

As the coffin lid closed, Kuai Manzhou lifted the ghost coffin, about to insert it into the coffin—the paper figure Zhang, wrapped in the ghost skin of the human-skinned ghost mother, began to move.

"Zang Xiongwu!"

"Zang Xiongwu!"

"Zang Xiongwu!"

Hehehe.

Hehehe.

……

The ghost accomplices, who had been cursing the injustice of the world, suddenly came to their senses and began to call out the real name of Paper Man Zhang in unison.

"Oops."

Everyone was shocked.

The resurgence of the Ghostly Envoys signifies that Paper Man Zhang has awakened.

The vengeful ghost called out to the soul, and Zhang, the paper figure wrapped in human skin by the ghost mother, suddenly responded inside the coffin.

"Ai."

With his response, the law was immediately formed.

The law of the vengeful ghost that calls for souls appears inside the coffin, breaking the balance between the paper doll Zhang and the ghost mother.

Blood-red patterns suddenly appeared on the surface of the paper figure Zhang, which was wrapped in human skin and possessed by a ghostly accomplice—this was the murder rule of the vengeful ghost that summons souls.

The paper figure Zhang borrows the power of a ghost to fight it.

In the blink of an eye, the human-skinned ghost was completely devoured by the vengeful spirit that called for souls.

The figures of Paper Man Zhang and the Human Skin Ghost Mother, sitting opposite each other, appeared in the ghost coffin.

Once the paper figure revealed its true form, it exuded an extremely malevolent aura, and the ghost coffin immediately became unstable.

Liu Yizhen originally pushed the ghost coffin down with the force of a thousand pounds, but when the headless paper figure Zhang pushed it with his hand, the coffin lid and the person were pushed open by half a foot.

"What are you all standing there for? Let's all help!"

Zhao Fusheng shouted loudly.

Ding Datong reached down and slashed his neck, grabbing a shroud in his hand. He quickly slipped it over the coffin.

But these actions were ignored by Paper Man Zhang.

The corpse sat up, about to step outside—Zhao Fusheng summoned the door gods.

Using the power of the door gods, she slung the ghost skin she was holding behind her back: the ghost skin instantly transformed into a pale white door panel, which she carried on her back.

Blood seeped through the door panel, branding the ghostly image of 'Zhao Fusheng'.

The three ghosts stood, trapping the human-skinned ghost mother and the paper figure inside the door panel.

Blood-red flames surged from within the gate of hell, and then Zhao Fusheng summoned Granny Xu from the tenth level of hell to appear.

Flames also surged from the ground, burning the vengeful ghost inside the coffin.

The headless paper figure was burned by ghost fire, and then countless ghosts on the ghost tree let out painful roars.

Black smoke billowed from the bodies of countless demons, as if they too were being scorched by the fires of hell.

At the same time, the paper figure Zhang's corpse began to change. The black smoke no longer came out of its severed neck, and its skin carbonized and then became shiny, presenting a porcelain-like texture.

Its pushing motion toward the coffin lid slowed down, and eventually tended to freeze.

The paper figure's fingers gripping the edge of the coffin turned from black to gray, and then to a deathly white, glossy ceramic.

Zhao Fusheng dared not stop. Chen Duozi saw this and immediately stepped forward, clenched his fist, and forcefully punched Zhao Fusheng's ceramic palm.

'Clang!'

The ceramic shattered instantly, turning into ashes that fell to the ground.

The resistance preventing the coffin lid from closing disappeared.

Chen Duozi and the others worked together to lift the coffin lid and close it.

As soon as the coffin was closed, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Kuai Manzhou stepped forward and inserted the ghost coffin nail into the coffin, and the black coffin immediately fell silent.

Zhao Fusheng felt relieved and then turned around to invite the two door gods back to their positions.

……

It was quiet.

Yu Lingzhu's palms were sweaty, and she couldn't help but ask:
"Have you subdued it?"

No one answered; instead, everyone's gaze fell upon Zhao Fusheng.

After Kuai Manzhou nailed the coffin shut, black energy surged from his fingertips, wrapping around the coffin in circles until it was completely covered in black smoke, resembling a black cocoon.

Everyone knows how capable this little girl is.

In the past, when she did this, everyone felt at ease, believing that even if the laws of the vengeful ghosts were all-powerful, they would find it difficult to escape from the coffin.

However, the coffin was suppressing the paper figure Zhang. Even with the support of the ghost coffin and Kuai Manzhou's power, everyone was still uncertain.

The aura of Paper Doll Zhang has disappeared.

The ghostly figures hanging from the trees no longer called out to souls or spoke, all of which seemed to indicate that Zhang the Paper Doll had been executed.

Zhao Fusheng composed himself:
"I can't say."

Based on the existing evidence, Paper Man Zhang has been subdued.

The human-skin ghost mother suppressed him, and the ghost coffin village on the human-skin ghost mother's body and the ghost coffin lid that Paper Man Zhang stole back then were now combined into one—from this point of view, it was almost like the grave that Paper Man Zhang dug for himself back then.

……

Zhao Fusheng mentally reviewed the operation to suppress Zhang the Paper Doll.

But thinking of this, she frowned.

She became aware of her unease.

The reason she meticulously reviewed every detail to ensure there were no oversights was that she was not confident about suppressing the paper figure Zhang. That's why she comforted herself by emphasizing the thoroughness of the matter.

"To avoid any unforeseen complications, Yizhen, you should immediately carry the ghost coffin on your back. We'll leave Wuqing County first and send the ghost coffin back to the capital."

After much deliberation, Zhao Fusheng decided that this hot potato should be temporarily handed over to Feng Du.

She currently only has twelve levels of hell open, which is five levels fewer than the seventeen levels of hell under Fengdu Yushi.

If the Seventeen Levels of Hell could suppress Zang Junji, then surely one more paper doll Zhang wouldn't be a problem.

"..."

Zhao Fusheng realized that his thoughts were getting out of control again, and he pursed his lips.

Liu Yizhen could tell that she was restless, but she didn't ask any questions. Instead, she simply responded:
"it is good."

He scooped up the ghost coffin and, just like before, hoisted it onto his shoulder. The others looked on with trepidation.

Yu Lingzhu asked:

What should be done about Wuqing Prefecture?

The situation in Wuqing County was also a complete mess.

Zhao Fusheng's consciousness sank into the Investiture of the Gods. Now she has a total of 150 million merit points, which can open the thirteen levels of hell.

She thought for a while:

"I can temporarily place the Ghost Tree in Hell."

However, the thirteen levels of hell might not be able to suppress the Ghost Tree. Perhaps additional merit points will be needed to temporarily suppress it, and she can completely refine the laws of the Ghost Tree when she is strong enough in the future.

As soon as she said that, everyone's expressions relaxed.

"If there is a need for suppression, that would be acceptable."

Yu Lingzhu smiled.

Without delay, Zhao Fusheng's mind immediately turned to him: Open the thirteen levels of hell.

The Investiture of the Gods prompts: Do you wish to consume 100 million merit points to unlock the thirteen levels of hell?
……

Merit points have been deducted, and the thirteen levels of hell have been opened.

Zhao Fusheng planned to finish the battle quickly, and at this moment he unleashed the power of hell all at once.

Dark shadows began to cover the ghost tree.

The ghostly calamity in Wuqing County had a wide reach, and the branches of the ghost tree were no longer limited to the county seat.

To completely suppress the Ghost Tree, Zhao Fusheng's hellish shadow must completely envelop the Ghost Tree's roots and shoots.

The shadows spread, and at first it was alright, but later it seemed to be getting out of control.

It would be somewhat difficult for the Thirteen Levels of Hell to completely subdue the Ghost Tree.

Just then, Wu Shaochun, with his keen sense of smell, suddenly caught a faint whiff of smoke.

'Huff, huff.'

He sniffed twice.

The two heavy gasps were particularly loud in the ghost realm, and even Zhao Fusheng, who was focused on controlling Hell, couldn't help but turn his head.

Upon seeing the gazes of the crowd, Wu Shaochun couldn't help but say:
"My lord, I think I smell incense."

His words sent a chill down everyone's spine.

These are turbulent times, and any slight change in the ghost case could lead to immeasurable consequences.

Liu Yizhen couldn't help but touch the coffin he was carrying on his back. The familiar ghost coffin was still there, which meant that Paper Man Zhang had not lost control.

"It's okay, it's okay."

He said a few words repeatedly.

As soon as Liu Yizhen finished speaking, someone in the Imperial Shrine in the capital whispered:

"Adults, over there someone is burning paper money."

"..." Upon hearing this, everyone's hearts sank.

Zhao Fusheng took a deep breath.

What's meant to happen will happen; there's no escaping it.

She had been restless, but when the time came, she became calm.

Zhao Fusheng's gaze calmed down. She looked in the direction the Imperial Envoy was pointing and, sure enough, saw a 'person' kneeling under the Ghost Tree.

Everyone's expressions froze.

The figure was kneeling on the ground, dressed in mourning clothes.

A fire had been lit in front of 'him' without his knowledge.

The 'person' held a handful of paper money and threw it in one by one.

Upon seeing this scene, a clue flashed through Zhao Fusheng's mind, and something seemed to be about to emerge.

"not good."

She reacted extremely quickly, and in that critical moment, the scattered clues pieced together a terrifying truth.

"What's wrong--"

Yu Lingzhu shivered and asked uneasily.

"It wants to summon Zang Junji."

Zhao Fusheng said sternly.

Everyone looked puzzled upon hearing this.

"—Later generations began to practice ghost worship."

Zhao Fusheng said.

As soon as she finished speaking, everyone's expression changed. Except for Yu Lingzhu, who was unaware of the meaning, everyone who had entered the seventeenth level of the Ghost Realm understood the meaning behind her words.

This is a prophecy belonging to the Qiankun Brush.

Wu Shaochun's tone was dry:
"But wasn't this already fulfilled when Zang Xiongwu offered sacrifices to Zang Junji back then?"

More than fifty years ago, in the seventeenth level of the Ghost Prison, the young Zang Xiongwu, carrying the ghost palace of Du Meiren which he had taken from the Ghost Realm, sought refuge in the ghost body of Zang Junji.

Everyone witnessed the paper figure Zhang later trying to kill his former self with a knife.

At the time, everyone believed that the prophecy of the Qiankun Brush would come true in this place.

But Zhao Fusheng's words at this moment seemed to imply that this was the moment when the Ghost Pen's prophecy would truly come true.

"Yizhen, suppress the ghost coffin."

Zhao Fusheng said:

"Big and small Fans hold onto the coffin."

The three men were unaware of what was going on, but upon hearing Zhao Fusheng's instruction, they all responded in unison.

As they spoke, the pile of paper money in front of the 'person' on the ground burned, and the blue smoke slowly rose into the air. The 'person' then clasped his hands together and knelt down in worship.

"We beseech our ancestors to appear!"

The voice that was speaking was indeed that of the paper figure Zhang.

This person was actually not completely trapped.

Without saying a word, Liu Yizhen turned around, took the ghost coffin off his shoulder, pressed his palm on the coffin lid, and his body turned to gold.

Zhao Fusheng changed his mind and summoned Zhang Chuanshi.

The ghost boatman appeared in his boat and slowly approached her.

She flashed and appeared on Zhang Chuanshi's ghost ship. The boatman reached out to her for money, but Zhao Fusheng ignored him and instead reached out to pull the boatman to his side.

A roll of human skin, emitting a foul stench, was tucked into his waistband. Zhao Fusheng pulled it off, and the roll of skin immediately transformed into a human skin coat.

"Disgusting person."

Upon seeing this, Wu Shaochun exclaimed in surprise.

Zhao Fusheng grabbed the disgusting ghost and threw it at Liu Yizhen:
"Put it on."

Liu Yizhen didn't know her intentions, but he trusted Zhao Fusheng a lot. Upon hearing this, he immediately took the disgusting ghost skin coat and casually draped it over his shoulders.

The moment the coat was put on, the ghost coffin trembled.

Liu Yizhen felt a chill run down his spine. Just as he was about to reach out and forcefully press it down, the ghost in his palm suddenly vanished into nothingness.

He missed his target, lost his balance, and staggered forward a couple of steps.

When he looked back, the ghost coffin had disappeared, and the place where the ghost coffin had been had been replaced by a cloud of black mist.

"coffin--"

"The coffin has transformed into seventeen layers of ghost realms."

Zhao Fusheng said.

It all happened so fast that no one had time to react.

"The ghost coffin itself is a manifestation of the seventeenth layer of the ghost realm in the sealed capital; the ghost coffin is the embodiment of the ghost realm," Zhao Fusheng explained.

"More than fifty years ago, Liu Huacheng carried the coffin away. On the surface, it was to suppress the headless ghost, but in reality, it was equivalent to taking away a 'door' from the seventeenth level of the ghost realm."

She spoke quickly and urgently, her words containing a great deal of information, all of which came out at once. The crowd did not understand the reason, but they understood one thing: the paper figure Zhang was using the existence of the ghost coffin to summon the 'door' to open the seventeenth level of the ghost realm.

The ghost coffin transformed from solid to ethereal, turning into black mist.

Behind the black mist, the shadow of a ghost town could be vaguely seen.

In the ghost town, a few golden rays shone through, catching the eye of Liu Yizhen, who was guarding the black aura.

(End of this chapter)