I become a god in another world

Chapter 739 Imperial Conferment of Titles to Two Ghosts
Chapter 739

In an instant, countless chaotic and disordered dream images turned into shattered images, impacting Zhao Fusheng's sea of ​​consciousness.

These messages are massive and extremely impactful.

However, during the battle of Wuqing County, she had already experienced the impact of reincarnation, and she herself was deeply bound to the Investiture of the Gods.

The existence of the Investiture of the Gods was like a stabilizing force, allowing Zhao Fusheng to remain steadfast like a ship anchored in a raging storm, no matter how many ghosts and dreams came from all directions.

Even under such circumstances, she had the leisure to start looking around.

Around her, countless 'Zhao Fusheng's' sat cross-legged.

They were trapped in a dream, their faces showing expressions of pain, despair, sorrow, or joy.

A layer of black mist enveloped the bodies of these 'Zhao Fusheng' figures. Inside the mist, a black and red aura swirled around them, making these 'Zhao Fusheng' figures resemble animals trapped in eggshells, struggling to survive.

Dreams contain joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness.

The Shili Slope ghost case is repeatedly reassembled in a fantastical and bizarre way. The original life story of Zhao Fusheng from Jiumen Village, as well as Zhao Fusheng's past and present lives, are combined to target her in different ways, but they can no longer move her.

……

"Ugh."

Zhao Fusheng sighed.

That's the biggest difference between humans and ghosts.

The laws governing a ghost's attacks are eternal. Even if Qiao Yuesheng is as powerful as he is, even if his laws are strengthened after he advances in rank, the ghost dreams he creates will be ever-changing.

No matter how brilliant the dream, the methods remain the same.

Once its rules are understood, its laws are no longer invincible.

Human beings' capacity to endure far exceeds their own imagination.

Since Zhao Fusheng's rebirth, she has established countless connections with the people of Wan'an County, experienced the formation of emotional bonds, and endured the pain of losing those around her. These hardships have tempered her will, making it difficult for her to dwell on these memories again when she faces them once more, having learned from the lessons of the previous Shilipo ghost case.

After sighing, Zhao Fusheng whispered again:

"You're a pitiful person too."

After she shouted, a bright red light shone from her forehead and innermost eye:

"Qiao Yuesheng, aren't you going to show yourself?"

In the case of the ghost at Shilipo that day, she needed to delve into the ghostly dream in order to find Qiao Yuesheng's ghostly figure.

Now that she has mastered the Investiture of the Gods and ascended to the seventeenth level of hell, bestowing titles upon many ghosts and gods, the Shili Slope ghost case, which was once extremely dangerous for her, has now become less unfathomable.

Everything is changing too fast.

Zhao Fusheng sighed inwardly, then looked around with bloodshot eyes.

Under the blood-red light, all vengeful spirits have nowhere to hide.

Qiao Yuesheng's ghost realm was forcibly opened, and a ghostly figure wielding a sword stood in front of her without her noticing. The vengeful ghost held a large sword in both hands and was already swinging it in mid-air.

Zhao Fusheng calmly opened the seventeenth level of hell.

The shadow of hell enveloped Qiao Yuesheng, instantly widening the distance between him and Zhao Fusheng.

Hell is under Zhao Fusheng's control; with her every thought, Qiao Yuesheng is at her mercy.

The seventeenth level of hell can completely suppress calamity-level evil spirits, and no longer requires the assistance of merit points.

At that moment, Zhao Fusheng's consciousness began searching through hell.

In a short while, she retrieved a grotesque bull's head that had been severed from hell and held it in her palm.

She waved to Qiao Yuesheng:
"Come."

The vengeful ghost naturally wouldn't obey her commands, but the laws of hell activated, acting according to her will, and seized Qiao Yuesheng, making him appear before her.

Zhao Fusheng handed over this special 'bull's head'.

"In its previous life, it was a general of the Demon Suppression Division. It ventured into the ghost realm to investigate ghost cases and ultimately died from a ghostly calamity. You were also righteous and awe-inspiring in your previous life, and once wanted to bring good to the people, but everything turned out to be a twist of fate."

What's strange is the state of the world, what's strange is poverty, what's strange is human nature, what's strange is the cruel twist of fate.

But we can't blame these victims.

"Wu Ciping's head will not dishonor you; he will be worthy of a hero."

Zhao Fusheng chuckled:

"Qiao Yuesheng, are you willing to accept my invitation to be appointed and to sit in charge of the Investiture of the Gods from now on?"

Naturally, her questions received no response from the vengeful ghost.

But the moment Wu Ciping handed over the ghost head, the logic of the vengeful spirit took over: the instinct of the ghost to piece together the body was revealed.

Qiao Yuesheng immediately suppressed his murderous impulse, instinctively sheathed his knife, took the hideous bull's head, and placed it neatly on his own head.

The notification sound from the Investiture of the Gods rang in Zhao Fusheng's mind: Qiao Yuesheng pieced together his ghost body.

Should Qiao Yuesheng, a vengeful ghost of the wild god level, be conferred the title of god?

Zhao Fusheng's eyes flashed: Yes!
This shift in thought happened in an instant, and then the ghost token held in Zhao Fusheng's hand began to outline the rudimentary form of a vengeful ghost.

Zhao Fusheng was no longer the powerful figure he once was.

The terrifying threat of the seventeen levels of hell pinned Qiao Yuesheng to the spot, preventing him from making any rash moves; as more and more ghosts and gods entered the Investiture of the Gods, the evil aura of the ghost list became like a vast sea, suppressing Qiao Yuesheng.

Blood-red light danced across the Ghost God Token, quickly sketching the image of a ghost god with a bull's head, a human body, and a large sword in hand.

The Investiture of the Gods prompts: Please name the ghosts and gods.

Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment: Yincha Niu Tou.

The Investiture of the Gods notification sounded: Congratulations, host, for bestowing the title of God upon a wild god-level demon. You are rewarded with 50000 merit points and one Investiture of the Gods token.

Note: The Investiture of the Gods can summon deities!

Note: The Investiture Order allows the host to use some of the abilities of ghosts and gods.

……

Congratulations, host! You have completely solved the Shilipo Ghost Case, preventing the spread of the scourge of the Wild God and saving the people of Wan'an County from disaster. You are rewarded with 50000 merit points.

A new demon has arrived at the seventeenth level of hell!
The demon messenger, Ox-Head.

He was originally a gentle and refined scholar who understood words but not the ways of the world or people's hearts.

He had good intentions, but he couldn't do it all alone. He was betrayed and died with a lifelong regret: it doesn't matter that he died, but what should Luo Ermei do after that?
He died with his ambitions unfulfilled.

He was a righteous, generous, and intelligent man who hated evildoers and could not stand the injustices of the world.

……

He once brought benefits to his hometown, but he also brought out the greed in people's hearts.

Shilipo became famous because of him, and it also perished because of him.

He has both merits and sins.

Those who slaughtered villages and towns in their lifetime should be transformed into ghost messengers after death, and should atone for their sins by protecting the people in order to erase the sins they committed in their previous life.

……

The host possesses great merit; may the Heavenly Venerable bestow boundless blessings upon you!

Those who perform great deeds are people of great fortune.

The two ghost messengers will unconditionally obey your commands and are willing to serve you.

……

With the guidance of the Investiture of the Gods, Qiao Yuesheng was restored to his divine status and placed under the control of Hell.

At the same time, Zhao Fusheng opened his eyes.

The struggle between Liu Huacheng and Kuai Manzhou has also begun.

"The underworld messengers Ox-Head and Horse-Face have appeared in the world!"

As soon as Zhao Fusheng bestowed the title of Yin Messenger, he immediately summoned the two ghost messengers.

The two ghost messengers appeared immediately upon hearing the order.

The two ghosts, one with an ox's head and the other with a horse's face, stood on either side of Zhao Fusheng, their auras sinister and their killing intent palpable.

The two ghosts had an inexplicable connection with Liu Huacheng back then.

One had accompanied Liu Huacheng for half his life, and another had been with him after his death. It was quite a coincidence that the three ghosts met now.

The appearance of the Ox-Head and Horse-Face immediately reversed the situation where Liu Huacheng was suppressing Kuai Manzhou. With Liu Huacheng's red aura suppressed, Kuai Manzhou's pressure was greatly reduced.

Zhuang Si Niangzi's ghost hair, which had mostly disappeared, revived and began to fly freely in the air like algae growing in the water.

Liu Huacheng's twisting fingers froze in place, and the red light around him extinguished.

The two ghost messengers stepped forward, each raising their knives, ready to slash Liu Huacheng's head.

Upon seeing this, Zhao Fusheng immediately gripped the Ghost and God Token in his hand.

The notification sound of the Investiture of the Gods rang in her mind: A wild god-level demon has been discovered. Should it be conferred the title of god?
Yes!
As soon as Zhao Fusheng had a thought, the Ghost and God Decree immediately began to work its magic.

The blood lines meandered within the Ghost God Decree, gradually outlining the prototype of a miniature ghost figure dressed in an official robe.

The Investiture of the Gods prompts: Please bestow names upon the spirits and deities.

Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment, then looked at the Ghost and God Token in his hand, and then at Liu Huacheng, who was intimidated by the Investiture of the Gods and held the Ghost Register.

“You were born into an official family, and you also held the Book of Life and Death. You were stationed in a local Confucian temple and received incense offerings from people both before and after your death.”

When Liu Huacheng was alive, he distributed porridge and water, doing good deeds in the area, and thus his reputation spread far and wide.

Beggar Alley and Confucius Temple also became famous because of him.

After its death, it guarded the Confucius Temple and was worshipped by its grandson Liu Yizhen.

Having thought this through, Zhao Fusheng already had an idea in mind:

"The City God and the Ghost Judge."

She said:

"I hereby appoint you as the City God and Ghost Judge, in charge of the register of ten thousand names, to determine the life and death of the people in this region."

As soon as she finished speaking, the notification sound for the Investiture of the Gods immediately rang out:

The City God and the Ghost Judge have been successfully appointed!

The Investiture of the Gods hints: Born into a family of local officials, one bears a heavy karmic burden.

He kept his promise during his lifetime to guard the headless ghost.
However, due to placing too much importance on promises, he committed murder, which formed an obsession, causing the vengeful ghost to revive.

……

It has a register that can record the names of millions of people in the world.

Once someone is entered into the register of ghosts, their fate is sealed.

Now it only lacks a pen; once it holds the Qiankun Pen, it can determine the fate of the world.

Those who are listed in the ghost register are subject to its control over life and death; with a single stroke of its pen, it can take away souls and claim lives.

……

Congratulations, host, for completely resolving the ghostly calamity at the Confucius Temple in the beggar's alley.

The troubles in Beggar Alley are intricate and deeply rooted, involving ghost cases including: the beggar ghost, the headless ghost, Liu Huacheng, and the Yellow Springs Opera Troupe. Ultimately, they are merged into the case of Qiao Yuesheng. The host, undeterred by difficulties and dangers, and undaunted by complexity, puts himself in danger and finally solves these ghost cases one by one.

Blessings are immeasurable!

The host is courageous and resourceful, knows when to advance and retreat, and is patient. In these few calamities, he minimized the risks, nipped the danger in the bud, and minimized the losses suffered by the people.

Several cases were listed side by side, with a total of 30 merit points awarded to the host.

……

Hell is empty, and all the devils are here on earth.

Humans have their own way of life, and ghosts have their own hell.

The host is reminded to confer the title of Great Demon as a god as soon as possible, send all ghosts into reincarnation, protect thousands of households, and establish unparalleled merit.

……

The notification sound for the Investiture of the Gods disappeared.

The crisis that had been brewing within the Confucius Temple has been averted.

Zhao Fusheng stood there holding the two Investiture of the Gods scrolls, while the great swords swung by the underworld messengers Ox-Head and Horse-Face missed their mark.

Before her, a hidden, deserted temple appeared.

Beneath the blood-stained, dilapidated temple, only two long benches remained where the red coffin had once been placed, while the coffin itself had long been destroyed by Liu Huacheng.

A clay stove was placed in front of the dilapidated temple. The incense inside broke silently as the ghosts and spirits left, revealing its ruined state.

The two ghosts that had lingered in the Confucius Temple for so long were finally invited back to their rightful places by Zhao Fusheng, and one of the shadows hanging over Wan'an County completely disappeared.

Zhao Fusheng breathed a sigh of relief.

Since her rebirth, many things have begun here, and now they also end here.

Just as the Investiture of the Gods says, beggar ghosts, headless ghosts, the Yellow Springs opera troupe, Liu Huacheng—all the ghosts here were collected by her in turn, and this ghost case that had been entangled in cause and effect for decades was finally resolved.

Kuai Manzhou put away Huang Quan and took the ghost flowers into his ghost realm.

Zhao Fusheng looked disappointed.

This long and complicated ghost case has come to an end, but the culprit who caused these ghost cases has not yet been brought to justice.

She allowed her thoughts to wander for only a moment, then immediately snapped back to reality and cried out:
"Full week".

The child appeared beside her without her noticing and reached out his cold little hand to take hers.

"The business is done, we should head back now."

Zhao Fusheng held her hand.

At that moment, with the child's company, she no longer felt lonely.

As the two stepped out of the Confucius Temple, the ghostly aura that had enveloped the Beggar's Alley seemed to have dissipated at some point.

As dawn broke, although there was fog in the early morning, without the influence of the Ghost Realm, the fog was no longer cold and unsettling, but rather had a touch of tranquility.

"Perhaps in another two months, once the market opens here, it will be even more lively with the increased foot traffic."

Zhao Fusheng spoke to Kuai Manzhou.

The child didn't respond, but she wasn't discouraged and continued:

"They're selling spices and furs here. I'll have someone buy some and make you sachets, okay?"

"..." Her response was still silence.

"never mind."

Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment, then took out a string of coins from his pocket.

It was a rope tied in a loop, with three round coins with square holes strung on it, making a 'clinking' sound when it swayed.

As soon as she took out the money, the child's eyes lit up, and he instinctively reached out to take it.

Zhao Fusheng handed the money to Kuai Manzhou:

"You're becoming less and less talkative. At least give me some kind of response. It's fine if you don't say anything, but you should at least give me a reply, don't you think?"

A series of jingling sounds, like money being shaken, answered her.

"Sigh—" Zhao Fusheng sighed.

The jingling sound of money being shaken rang out again.

……

As soon as we left the beggar's alley, the two constables from last night were indeed waiting obediently at the entrance to the Confucius Temple. Also waiting with them was the coachman who had left the night before.

When Zhao Fusheng and Kuai Manzhou emerged from the thick fog, the two constables who had been waiting all night breathed a sigh of relief and then came to greet them.

Although this night was not as dangerous as the usual ghost cases, it was still not easy.

These two vengeful ghosts are no ordinary beings; there can be no room for error in inviting them back to their rightful place.

After handling these two cases, Zhao Fusheng still had things to do.

She didn't exchange any more pleasantries with the two constables, but simply indicated that the crisis at the Confucius Temple had been resolved, and gave them some instructions:
"After you hand over the business today, you can go back and inform the old magistrate, and ask him to gather the local gentry and others to discuss and choose an auspicious day to open the shop and start business."

After saying that, she and Kuai Manzhou got into the carriage and signaled the driver to return to the Demon Suppression Division.

With only a few days left until the fifth day of the third month mentioned by the Qiankun Brush, Zhao Fusheng also felt a sense of urgency.

She returned to the Demon Suppression Bureau's office and, without even taking a break, handed over some important matters, both big and small, to Xie Jingsheng. She then locked herself in her room, forbidding anyone from disturbing her.

In the next few days, she will copy the household registration list compiled by Magistrate Pang into Liu Huacheng's register of ten thousand people—a task that no one else can do for her, only she can do it herself.

(End of this chapter)