I become a god in another world

Chapter 720 The beginning and end of controlling ghosts
Chapter 720
Logically speaking, with Zhao Fusheng, Zang Junji, and Feng Du, whose evil spirits have been resurrected, in Wuqing County, the influence of Yu Lingzhu's power is limited, and she shouldn't be able to mark all people and ghosts.

However, the laws of vengeful spirits only work when applied to ghosts.

When Yu Lingzhu was alive, she was merely a ghost tamer. Only after her death and the resurrection of the vengeful spirit could she unleash the full power of time reversal.

Her obsession is set; once Wuqing County is marked by her, it might truly be trapped in a time reversal.

In such a situation, going back in time is not a good solution.

A ghost is always a ghost. Even if it can be worshipped with incense and revered as a deity, it can never defy fate.

What has already happened is predetermined.

The rewind of time only postpones everything; more than thirty years later, a similar situation will still occur again, and Zhao Fusheng will still have to face this thorny situation.

Moreover, the power of vengeful spirits is unpredictable. After all, ghosts and gods are still ghosts, and their obsession with acting according to the law cannot bring the dead back to life without leaving a trace.

The dead ghosts cannot regain their senses; even if time were reversed, the ghosts would still exist.

If time in Wuqing County were to rewind to more than thirty years ago, and the vengeful ghost Yu Lingzhu were to revive, where would this ghost, who controlled the laws of time, return to?
Furthermore, if Granny Chang, who transformed into a ghost tree and devoured Wuqing County, were to return to the time more than thirty years ago when she was still alive, she would still be unable to change her nature after the resurrection of her evil spirit: devouring the flesh and blood of the people.

……

Thinking of this, Zhao Fusheng's palm twitched.

Yu Lingzhu's laws took shape, and she couldn't stop them, but she could guide them.

She merged with the Ghost Tree, and the laws of the Ghost Tree are connected to reincarnation and the Blood Mirror.

At this moment, Zhao Fusheng raised his hand, and a blood-red mirror appeared in her palm.

She used her divine power of "Heaven and Earth Manifestation" to rapidly increase her size, and the blood mirror in her palm also instantly grew dozens of times larger, standing in front of Yu Lingzhu.

Then the Blood Mirrors began to appear one by one, like layers of stairs, guiding Yu Lingzhu toward the Ghost Realm of the Sealed Capital.

The blood-red mirror reflected Yu Lingzhu's face. The woman's complexion was ashen, her eyes dull, and she no longer possessed the characteristics she had when she was reborn: her forced absolute dominance and the underlying anxiety and cowardice beneath it.

This woman was always weak and adrift at heart—this stemmed from her birth and her lifelong lack of purpose and conviction.

Even with her power and the protection of a vengeful spirit, she is still not strong.

But now that she is dead, all the fear she felt in life has vanished.

The vengeful ghost has no reason, knows nothing of human relationships, acts as it pleases, and has no joy, anger, sorrow or happiness, so it is no longer afraid or uneasy.

Yu Lingzhu found true peace after her death.

Zhao Fusheng realized this and was suddenly startled.

But then, she couldn't care less about all that.

The first blood mirror reflected Yu Lingzhu's figure, and its ghostly shadow disappeared. When it reappeared, its face was reflected in the second blood mirror.

"Chang Hao".

The vengeful ghost howled.

Inside the blood mirror, time began to reset, showing the scene from 25 minutes earlier: the coffin from which faint snoring could be heard was opened, revealing the face of a child lying inside, possessed by a vengeful ghost.

"Chang Hao".

As the vengeful spirit Yu Lingzhu revived, she shouted, and at the same time, a woman's shout came from within the ghost realm.

Upon closer listening, the cry carried a sense of shrill despair, a cry from a vengeful ghost demanding a life, sending chills down one's spine.

The child inside the coffin heard the shouts and suddenly opened his eyes.

Those were a pair of gray-blue eyes filled with deathly aura. The child's body was pierced and entangled by countless ghostly vines. And the moment he opened his eyes, a ghostly figure of a child appeared in front of Zhao Fusheng.

"There's a ghost!"

A child's shrill cry echoed within the ghost realm, followed by a simultaneous shout from the 'child' who had revived in the coffin within the blood mirror.

Chang Hao, whose time had reversed within the Blood Mirror, and the children whose vengeful spirits had revived within the Ghost Realm, were 'awakened' by Yu Lingzhu's shouts.

"Chang Hao".

Yu Lingzhu inside the mirror shouted again. As she shouted, her ghostly figure had already passed through the second blood mirror and appeared in the third blood mirror.

The ghost child heard its call and immediately followed in its footsteps.

"There's a ghost," Chang Hao replied.

The first blood-red mirror reflected the image of the ghost child.

As soon as it was reflected in the blood mirror, Zhao Fusheng felt something 'moving' inside her body, but in reality, her feet did not move.

Just as Zhao Fusheng was filled with doubt, the shadows on the ground writhed, and the enormous shadows bared their fangs and claws, actually detaching themselves from her body.

Shadows, ghostly branches, and roots began to slowly 'withdraw' from her body, limbs, and brain, as if some strange force was summoning the ghost tree ahead, and it had to keep up with this pace and follow the call.

The vines detached from Zhao Fusheng's body and, in an instant, transformed into the appearance of Old Lady Chang, who limped along behind Chang Hao.

In the first blood mirror, the shadow of the enormous ghost tree was mottled, and the ghostly figure of Granny Chang slowly walked into the blood mirror.

"Chang Hao".

Yu Lingzhu called out again, and the child replied, "There's a ghost."

Yu Lingzhu stepped into the fourth blood mirror, and the child stepped into the second blood mirror, searching for the great-aunt who had protected the Chang family for decades, leading the Chang family from poverty to prosperity, and witnessing the Chang family's rise to its peak and then its decline, with the entire family dying in a ghostly calamity.

The ghost tree was reflected in the first blood mirror, followed closely by the two ghosts.

The three ghosts walked forward side by side, with one ghost leading the way and the other two following.

The moment Granny Chang left Zhao Fusheng's body, her reason, which had been disturbed by the power of the vengeful ghost, returned.

As Zhao Fusheng's reason and consciousness gradually returned, her body began to warm up, proving that she had broken free from the vengeful ghost's control.

As she regained consciousness, she looked at the scene before her and was deeply moved.

The trouble should end it.

During her lifetime, Yu Lingzhu failed to be a good leader of the Chang family; but after her death, she was able to become the leader of the Chang family in another way, leading them to where they should go.

"Chang Hao." Yu Lingzhu was still calling out, and the child responded in response: "There's a ghost."

These two seemingly ordinary lines of dialogue, when uttered separately after both the large and small figures had died and the vengeful spirits had been resurrected, evoked a profound sense of emotion.

Neither of them had any consciousness left, and they could no longer hear each other's shouts and responses.

But this does not prevent the two ghosts from guiding and following each other.

Thinking of this, Zhao Fusheng forcibly composed himself, for this was not the time to let his mind wander or be careless.

Yu Lingzhu risked her life to lure the ghost, so she must not make any mistakes at the crucial moment.

She focused her mind, controlled the Blood Mirror, and guided the three ghosts toward the gate of the Sealed Capital Ghost Realm.

As soon as Granny Chang left, Zang Junji immediately activated the law.

Its goal: to suppress all evil spirits in the world and to rule over the ghost realm.

At this time, Granny Chang had hundreds of thousands of ghost followers, making her Zang Junji's primary target for suppression.

As soon as the three ghosts left, Zang Junji followed closely behind.

The Emperor's mangled body remained frozen in place for a moment before turning into a wisp of blood-red smoke, which was reflected in the Ghost Mirror.

The first piece of the Ghost Mirror could not contain Zang Junji's presence and shattered into pieces, then the second piece, and the third piece. "Chang Hao."

"There's a ghost!"

"Chang Hao".

"There's a ghost!"

The vengeful ghosts called out and answered, slowly stepping into the wide-open gates of hell in the sealed capital.

Yu Lingzhu entered first, followed by Chang Hao and Old Lady Chang, and then Zang Junji.

The moment Yu Lingzhu entered the seventeenth level of the ghost realm, the power of the vengeful ghost erupted completely.

Within this seventeen-layered ghost realm, time resets, and the vast Wuqing County begins to slowly revive.

Through the wide-open gates of hell, Zhao Fusheng saw the city reappear, with collapsed houses and gardens slowly recovering like quicksand.

The dust was wiped away from the desolate streets, and the bound ghosts and their accomplices transformed into vibrant people, wandering through the streets.

"The candy seller is here—"

Peddlers walked the streets, and street performers put on shows, creating a constant cacophony of noise.

The vengeful spirit that Yu Lingzhu had transformed into silently wandered through the middle of the street, beginning its search for a suitable signifier of the law.

……

More than forty years ago, in a dilapidated house in the south of Wuqing County.

A woman with disheveled hair and a sallow complexion sat on the edge of the bed, staring blankly out the window, looking worried.

Her forehead was covered in wrinkles, and her clothes were patched and stained.

"mother--"

A hesitant male voice sounded outside the house, but received no response from the old woman. He then stood at the corner of the window.

"Mother, the third son is gone. What did Lingzhu say?" he muttered to himself.

“We’ve done enough for her. She was about to die in prison, and you spent a lot of money to save her. After she was saved, you said she was going to be the wife of our third son, but she didn’t carry on the family line. Instead, she’s been busy collecting corpses for opera troupes these past few years.”

The man said:
“We can’t afford to support an idle person at home. Lingzhu isn’t young anymore, and women always have to get married. Old Wang from the cloth shop in front just lost his wife and left behind three children. They need someone to take care of them, and he doesn’t mind that Lingzhu isn’t married to him.”

Before he finished speaking, the woman turned her head away.

Behind her on the bed, a woman curled up, tears welling in her eyes.

She was Yu Lingzhu in her youth.

She heard what Chang Xianwang (later known as Master Chang) said, and she could also sense the old woman's predicament.

The weather has turned cold recently, and Wuqing County may have a harsh winter this year. The tattered hemp quilt I'm wearing can't keep out the wind at all.

Since she was rescued from prison by Old Lady Chang, she has never stopped working in the Chang family.

Knowing she was an outsider and owed a favor to Old Lady Chang, Yu Lingzhu, though nominally a child bride raised by the Chang family, was not without tact. She often treated herself like a servant, attending to everyone in the Chang family.

In her spare time, she also does some work.

She often dealt with the cloth workshop in front of her—she took on the work of weaving and starching silk from the cloth workshop.

She worked during the day and wove silk in the evening.

A piece of cloth, according to the rules, is forty feet long and one foot and eight inches wide. It takes her more than half a month to make it, and the neighbors all praise her for her nimble hands and feet.

Thus, the wages were at most ten coins. Wang Laosan was old and mean-spirited. Sometimes he would use vulgar language and even touch her inappropriately. He would deduct two coins from her wages.

People like that are absolutely disgusting.

Over the years, she has saved some money through this method, and usually uses it to subsidize the Chang family.

Unexpectedly, things turned out this way; even the Chang family couldn't tolerate her.

Why can't this world tolerate women?
Where in this vast world will she go to live? What should she do in the future? Is she destined to be like a rootless duckweed, forced by Chang Xianwang to marry that stingy old man over fifty?
His wife had reportedly lit an oil lamp, and he killed her by smashing it with a copper lamp!

Thinking of this, Yu Lingzhu felt an indescribable fear.

But she was powerless to dispel her fear; this kind of life offered no hope and seemed to have no end.

She didn't understand why, even though she worked hard every day, she couldn't get good results.

The play says that good people are rewarded, but I have never done anything bad in my life, so why haven't I been rewarded?

She wove silk a little longer last night, and perhaps she caught a chill from the night breeze. Now she feels dizzy and has a fever.

Even a high fever is fine.

Yu Lingzhu thought with relief that perhaps if she died, she wouldn't have to move anymore.

There's no need to panic and worry about what to do tomorrow. She can't collect the corpses of the opera troupe anymore, and she can't repay the kindness she owes the Chang family. She still has seventy or eighty coins saved up from weaving silk over the years. If she dies, the Chang family might be able to find her body if they are willing to collect it.

Thinking of this, she felt at ease.

While she was drifting off to sleep, she had a long dream.

In her dream, she seemed to have gained immense wealth, and the Chang family prospered. But for some reason, she encountered a sudden disaster and turned into a ghost.

For some reason, the ghost slowly walked towards her, seemingly saying something as it went.

As the ghost drew closer, Yu Lingzhu was startled: the face looked very familiar, wasn't this... wasn't this herself?
This ghost resembled another 'her,' looking similar to her, but dressed in luxurious clothing—something that seemed to be made of silk, something Yu Lingzhu would never have dared to imagine.

"Is...is this me?"

As she was filled with fear and unease, the ghost approached her, muttering something:
"Chang Hao, Chang Hao."

"Chang... Chang Hao?" Yu Lingzhu asked, puzzled.

She lives in the Chang family's house, but there's no one in the Chang family named Chang Hao. Could it be a mistake?

"Who are you? And who is Chang Hao?" Yu Lingzhu asked curiously.

The woman slowly walked towards her, and in Yu Lingzhu's panic, its figure passed through Yu Lingzhu's figure and disappeared without a trace.

"Hey, hey, who are you?" Yu Lingzhu shouted in surprise, but no one responded to her.

"Hello, hello——"

She was still shouting when suddenly someone reached out and touched her forehead. Old Mrs. Chang's worried voice rang out:
"Why did Lingzhu suddenly develop a high fever and start talking nonsense? Alas, this child has suffered so much misfortune and illness—"

"Why did you have to get sick now of all times?" Chang Xianwang said with a hint of dissatisfaction. "Third Master Wang has asked me twice, saying he's willing to pay this much for the betrothal gifts."

He held out a hand.

Yu Lingzhu could no longer hear their voices clearly.

She had another strange dream. In the dream, she recovered from her illness and didn't want to marry Wang Laosan. She thought to herself that it would be better if Wang Laosan were dead.

Thinking this way, she felt a surge of rage out of fear.

She got out of bed and went into Wang Laosan's house. His family had just held a funeral, and there were still traces of his wife's life there.

A bamboo basket sat beside the bed, containing needles, thread, and scissors—essential items for a woman who does needlework.

A man was sleeping on the bed. Yu Lingzhu looked closely and realized that it was none other than Wang Laosan.

(End of this chapter)