I become a god in another world

Chapter 746 Zhang Family Residence
Chapter 746

Once everyone had reached a consensus, they stopped arguing.

"Waaah—" The crying sounded again, this time with a hint of resentment.

Along with the crying came the lingering smell of burning incense and paper money.

“The sound is coming from both sides,” Wu Shaochun said. “The smell of burning paper money is also coming from both sides of Baoding Lane. It seems like they’re going to block our way.”

No matter whether people exit from the left or the right, they will encounter ghosts.

"If we encounter a ghost, we encounter a ghost." Fan Wujiu, all brawn and no brains, and too lazy to think things through, had a simple and crude approach:
"I'm going to encounter a ghost no matter what. If I see one, I'll tear its mouth apart and wander around people's doors in the middle of the night, crying my way through bad luck!"

In the battle of Wuqing County, he intercepted a portion of the power of the Ghost Mother Tai Sui. Now, the blood umbilical cord in his hand can restrain many fierce ghosts, so he speaks with great confidence.

As they spoke, a fierce glint appeared in Fan Wujiu's eyes, and he crossed his arms diagonally across his chest.

His menacing aura caused Xie Jingsheng to glance at him sideways.

Upon seeing this, Xie Jingsheng was startled.

When he met the Fan brothers in Shangyang County, although the two brothers exuded a bit of a menacing aura, he was confident in his status as a general of the capital, and his position and strength were above those two unknown soldiers. At that time, he did not bother to talk to the two brothers.

But only about a year later, the situation took a dramatic turn for the worse—at this time, the murderous aura emanating from Fan Wujiu made him feel vaguely uneasy.

He was already controlling a ghost above the Tribulation level, but he showed some fear towards the blood-red umbilical cord in Fan Wujiu's hand.

This thing is extremely difficult to deal with; if one gets entangled in it, even a vengeful ghost might find it hard to escape its grasp.

Xie Jingsheng immediately concluded that this was a shackle that would snatch away souls and claim lives.

He subtly stepped aside, keeping a safe distance from Fan Wujiu.

Wu Shaochun nodded:

"My lord, since we're stuck in a dilemma, why not just pick a direction and see what kind of evil spirits lie ahead?"

Chen Duozi and the others agreed, and Zhao Fusheng then said:

"Then exit from the left side."

Her words were meaningful:
"Go out from the left side, which is closer to Zhang's Paper Doll Shop, where Zhang used to make paper dolls."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone looked to the left.

Zhao Fusheng walked in front, followed by Xie Jingsheng.

Many long, black hairs, resembling fine algae floating in water, floated in mid-air, with strings of blood beads hanging from them, and Kuai Manzhou hiding among them.

Wu Shaochun and Chen Duozi walked in the middle, while Liu Yizhen and the Fan brothers brought up the rear.

The group walked forward to the left for more than ten zhang, and then reached the street corner. As soon as they turned the corner, they could faintly see a red light illuminating the entire street.

The intersection is a cross street. Looking to the left, there are shops on both sides of the street, and behind the shops are residential houses.

At this moment, a small lamp hung under the eaves of each shop, the oil inside seemingly filled with blood, casting a red glow on the lampshade outside.

Each lampshade casts a pained, grotesque face, glaring venomously at its surroundings.

Under the lanterns, every three zhang or so, a 'person' was kneeling. In front of each 'person' was a simple memorial tablet, with a mud pile for sticking incense in front of the tablet and a small fire burning in front of them.

These 'people' knelt before the fire and wept.

Every two cries they uttered, they would pull out an object resembling a letter from their bosom and throw it into the fire.

The flame, upon touching the letter, suddenly grew larger, glowing with a green and blue light, and leaped merrily.

'Waaaah.'

When the crowd arrived, these 'people' were still crying in unison. As soon as the crying stopped, they strangely pulled out a letter from their pockets and stuffed it into the fire.

Zhao Fusheng composed herself and was about to step forward when Xie Jingsheng stopped her:

"Be careful, they called your name. Why don't I—"

"Not afraid."

Zhao Fusheng shook his head:
"These are just kids, they can't hurt me."

As soon as she finished speaking, she strode forward and walked to the 'people' burning paper money. Zhao Fusheng then summoned the beggars—at times, the beggar ghost's rules are always effective.

Her arm instantly transformed into a ghostly arm, striking the back of the burning paper 'figure'.

Without a word, the ghostly arm reached out and crushed the 'person's' shoulder. The malevolent ghostly energy instantly corroded the 'person's' shoulder, revealing a large, dark hole inside.

It turned out to be a paper figure without a lit lamp.

As the knocking sound rang out, the laws of the beggar ghost were activated, and the paper figure burning the letter mechanically turned its head to reveal a sallow face without any painted features.

That face was particularly eerie, appearing somewhat terrifying under the blood-red light.

However, Zhao Fusheng, having been involved in numerous ghost cases, turned a blind eye to this.

She took the paper from the paper figure—it was indeed a letter, and the moment she took it, the letter was automatically signed: For Zhao Fusheng.

The moment the letter touched Zhao Fusheng's hand, it was like a leech clinging to her bone; a chilling energy seeped through the beggar's hand and into hers.

The beggar ghost's power was immediately suppressed, its withered white wrist rapidly shrinking. The vengeful ghost didn't even have time to demand 'reward' from Zhao Fusheng before being suppressed by this power, its ghostly shadow turning into black mist and disappearing into Zhao Fusheng's shadow.

Upon receiving the ghost letter, she paused for a moment, then instinctively looked down at her feet.

The Ghost Belief Law belongs exclusively to Shen Yishu.

Zhang the Paper Man committed many ghost cases back then, one of which involved Shen Yishu. He must have stolen some kind of power from them, so now he is using the 'paper man' messenger to deliver the letter to himself in a bizarre way.

Thinking of this, Zhao Fusheng's gaze turned icy as he looked at the special 'letter'.

"Is this a letter?"

Xie Jingsheng and the others had somehow appeared behind her.

Zhao Fusheng nodded:
"This is a ghost letter, and the method of delivery is similar to that of Shen Yishu."

As soon as she finished speaking, everyone was taken aback, and Wu Shaochun immediately said:

"I should have been the one to receive this letter."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fan Wujiu stretched out his leg and kicked the paper figure kneeling stiffly by the roadside:
"Go to hell."

With a kick, the blood umbilical cord in his hand tightened around the paper figure's neck. A flash of blood, like an extremely sharp scythe, instantly severed the paper figure's neck.

As soon as the paper figure's head and body separated, the blood-red lantern hanging above its head immediately went out.

A piercing scream suddenly came from the house behind the shop:

"A ghost...a ghost killed someone—"

As soon as he finished speaking, a flash of blood appeared, and Liu Huacheng appeared at the door of the house. His ghostly figure flashed and then disappeared into the house.

'Aww, aww.'

Shortly afterward, two sharp barks came from the house behind.

At the same time, a large amount of foul-smelling blood suddenly gushed out from the extinguished lantern above, followed by the reflection of a bloody dog's head on the lantern. The blood then poured onto the ground like a torrent, extinguishing the paper figure and the fire in front of it.

……

This scene left everyone looking at each other in bewilderment.

Zhao Fusheng frowned and said:

“It seems that the lives of the paper figures kneeling outside are connected to the lives of the living people inside.” After saying that, she bent down to pick up the paper scraps that were soaked in blood from the ground.

Unfortunately, the paper was stained with blood and turned into a paste. When she reached for it, she only touched her dirty hands, and she could no longer pick up the paper.

Fan Bisi glared fiercely at his impulsive younger brother:

"Do exactly what your elders say. Don't rush ahead like a brainless fool. If the ghosts come, you won't even know how you died."

Fan Wujiu retorted, unconvinced:

"If I really die, I'll definitely know how I died."

He dared to yell at his own brother, but when he looked at Zhao Fusheng, he couldn't hide his guilt and whispered:
"My lord, I... I was wrong. I just really hate Paper Man Zhang."

Everything started because of Zhang the Paper Doll.

Zhang Chuanshi died in the Reincarnation Ghost Realm, and the events that happened in the Reincarnation Ghost Realm back then caused Paper Man Zhang to act irrationally, ultimately causing many ghost disasters. It was Paper Man Zhang who instigated the Fan brothers to use their scheme to shift the blame to the east. His purpose was probably to use the Fan brothers to kill Zhao Fusheng when he was young.

Whenever Fan Wujiu thought about how his brother had almost killed Zhao Fusheng because of this person's vicious scheme, he felt a surge of anger.

He regretted his impulsive actions at that moment, and as soon as he apologized, he was feeling uneasy when he heard Zhao Fusheng say:
"Alright, what's done is done, so don't feel guilty. Don't be impulsive next time."

The deed is done, and shouting at people won't help.

She thought positively:
"Xiao Fan's actions have exposed that Paper Man Zhang tampered with the paper figures."

Now that the paper effigy is dead, the people inside the house should be on the verge of death. However, Liu Huacheng arrived in time and saved them. But the dog that this family kept should become the scapegoat that took their lives, having lost its life innocently.

"Knowing in advance and avoiding a major mistake is always better than being completely unaware and acting rashly, resulting in large-scale casualties."

Upon hearing Zhao Fusheng's words, Fan Wujiu breathed a sigh of relief, but also became secretly wary, immediately swearing an oath:
"From now on, I will only obey the orders of my superiors and will never act without permission."

He was stubborn and even Fan Bisi was afraid that he wouldn't listen to scolding. But seeing that he sincerely admitted his mistake, Fan Bisi was relieved and thought to himself: "The adults still have a way."

After saying this, Zhao Fusheng looked at the letter in his hand.

“Sir, why don’t I open this letter?” Wu Shaochun stretched out his hand.

Zhao Fusheng stepped aside:
“This letter is addressed to me; you cannot receive it,” she explained. “Just as Shen Yishu has many messengers, and many innocent people have been taken from her, the final letter can only be delivered to Meng Po.”

Once she said that, everyone understood.

Zhao Fusheng opened the letter, and blood immediately seeped from the paper. The blood reflected on Zhao Fusheng's face, turning into blood lines that covered her face.

In her eyes, these lines of blood formed words: Hell Resurrected.

This writing even carried a hint of curse power, clearly indicating that Paper Man Zhang had stolen the laws of the Qiankun Brush.

……

Upon seeing the contents of the ghostly incantation, Zhao Fusheng's heart tightened. Just then, Wu Shaochun stepped forward:

"Sir, what did the letter say?"

She paused, then looked at Liu Yizhen:

"Can you see the words on the letter?"

Liu Yizhen, unaware of the reason, shook his head:

"All I saw was a blank sheet of paper."

As soon as the letter was opened, blood seeped out, melting the letter into a ball, and then it turned to ashes and fell to the ground.

"It seems you won't be able to see the contents of the letter," Zhao Fusheng said.

Chen Duozi asked:

"What was written in the letter?"

Zhao Fusheng said:
"The letter contained a curse."

"curse?"

Xie Jingsheng was taken aback by these words. Just as he was about to ask another question, he heard Zhao Fusheng give a soft snort and then wipe his face.

"Humph."

With a snort and a wipe, the crisscrossing bloodstains on his face vanished completely.

At the same time, Liu Huacheng's ghostly figure appeared.

Holding a book in one hand and scribbling with the other, strange things happened wherever it scribbled: half of the blood-red lanterns hanging under the houses were wiped away out of thin air.

Only the other half remained suspended in mid-air. With Liu Huacheng erasing it again, the lantern vanished completely, as if it had never existed in this world.

The City God and the Ghost Judge did not stop.

It once again erased the malevolent power imposed upon the signifiers of its own laws that threatened them: the kneeling paper figures were wiped away, and the bonfires, incense, and paper money on the ground disappeared completely.

Seeing this, Zhao Fusheng breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's just a curse. I have many curses on me, so I'm not afraid of his curse." She said in a deep voice:
"This Paper Man Zhang is a fake god, warrior, and ghost. I have already subdued the two great ghosts in Wan'an County, so he can't cause any trouble. Now that he wants to make a desperate gamble, he must choose a place to go. We just need to go to his hiding place to find him."

"But Wan'an County is so vast; finding someone is like searching for a needle in a haystack," Fan Bisi said with a sigh.

Where should we look for him?

Just then, Magistrate Pang, who had been quietly following among the crowd, suddenly spoke:

"Sir, the old Mr. Zhang you mentioned—"

He was appointed magistrate of Wan'an County before Zhao Fusheng's rebirth. Before taking office, he also paid his respects to important local figures.

He had visited Zhao Qiming, who was in control of Wan'an County back then, and Zhang the Paper Man, and the two sides had interacted.

Magistrate Pang was used to addressing Zhang the Paper Figure with respect, but as soon as he uttered the familiar old term, he immediately realized it was inappropriate and quickly corrected himself:
"This paper figure of Zhang had lived in Wan'an County for decades, but was later driven away by the authorities," he analyzed.

"Zhang Fu, the paper doll shop, used to be his residence. He occupied this place for many years. Could he have returned to his old home now?"

His words surprised the Fan brothers.

Fan Wujiu hurriedly said:
"But wasn't the Zhang family mansion burned down by the magistrate back then?"

Zhao Fusheng's heart skipped a beat:
"The Zhang residence was burned to the ground that day. Afterwards, the local people were afraid that the place was haunted and dared not set foot there. When I came to the capital last year, it was still in ruins. Has it been repaired since then?"

The benefits of having Magistrate Pang accompany him immediately became apparent, and he promptly replied:

"Not yet. I discussed it with Qingdi. The location is good, in the middle of the city. We originally planned to build a trading place there, mainly selling daily necessities. However, since last year, the area has been mainly occupied by the river dock, the Demon Suppression Bureau, and the Confucius Temple, so it has been closed off and has not been touched."

“Then let’s go take a look,” Zhao Fusheng decided immediately.

The crowd responded immediately.

It was late at night, and Zhao Fusheng led the way toward the Zhang residence that had been burned down. The residence of the paper figure Zhang was not far from the Demon Suppression Division back then, and the group walked quickly. In about a quarter of an hour, they had arrived at the entrance of the alley not far from the Zhang residence.

Standing at the entrance of the alley, Wu Shaochun sniffed:

"My lord, the aura of Hozuki."

The group had dealt with Paper Man Zhang many times and were very familiar with his ghost lantern.

At this moment, Wu Shaochun, with his keen sense of smell, was the first to detect the odor and immediately spoke up to warn others.

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone immediately became alert.

Wu Shaochun's words imply that the paper figure Zhang is indeed in the Zhang family's old mansion.

(End of this chapter)