I become a god in another world

Chapter 747 Another World
Chapter 747

Fan Bisi and Fan Wujiu couldn't help but look at each other, and the two brothers shook hands at the same time.

"Be careful."

Zhao Fusheng reminded him in a low voice.

As she spoke, she had already used the divine power of Erlang Shen to open her inner eye and look around.

This was the first time Magistrate Pang had seen Zhao Fusheng's ghostly form. He was terrified, but dared not speak.

"Walk."

She said it coldly, then stepped out of the alley first.

The crowd followed closely behind, and when they emerged from the low alley, a red brick wall appeared before them.

The bricks were so red they looked like they were mixed with blood, and they stood over ten feet tall, completely concealing what was inside.

Above the red wall is a circular black roof, which fits perfectly with the red wall, sealing the interior of the house completely.

"The bamboo poles used for the fence are gone."

Magistrate Pang forced himself to remain calm and said something.

After this place was burned down two years ago, the locals were initially terrified and dared not come here.

But as time went on, some people became increasingly audacious, and sometimes, in the dead of night, disregarding the curfew, they would even sneak into the burned-down Zhang mansion to search for usable or valuable items.

The government was well aware of the danger of this place, and Magistrate Pang, fearing trouble, simply had the area sealed off last year, with constables patrolling it regularly.

He himself knew that Paper Man Zhang was causing trouble, and had come over a few times in between.

The houses in front of him were not the same as the Zhang family mansion that had been burned down in his memory; instead, they were the same as the Zhang family mansion before the incident.

Magistrate Pang got goosebumps: "I came to see this place a couple of days ago, and it's not like that."

The implication in his words was clear to everyone: this mansion was newly built.

It is highly likely that with the return of the Night Wanderer, the paper figure Zhang returned to this place and created this old Zhang family mansion.

Thinking of this, everyone felt a chill run down their spines.

From the time the ghost carriage returned until everyone arrived at this place, less than an hour had passed, but Paper Man Zhang had already been making many moves.

First, they used paper figures to summon souls, then they used letters to curse. Now they've set up an identical mansion in the old Zhang family residence, as if they've set up a ghost trap to lure people into it.

"Fusheng, shall we go in?" Liu Yizhen asked, looking at the scene.

Zhao Fusheng said calmly:

"We have no choice."

The paper figure is hidden in the dark, while the crowd is in the light.

Moreover, this is Wan'an County, which has nearly 20,000 to 30,000 residents.

Paper Man Zhang is utterly wicked and willing to gamble with human lives, but Zhao Fusheng's goals are contrary to his, so he is naturally controlled at every turn.

He set up a grand formation and invited everyone to enter. If they gave up this opportunity, he would escape in the future, and they would be in a very difficult situation to catch him again.

"However, this person is cunning and treacherous."

Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment:

“We can also split up. When we find the gate, you can each guard one of the four directions to prevent him from escaping, while I go inside and meet him.”

As soon as she finished speaking, everyone was about to object, but Zhao Fusheng said:

“I have hell guarding me and many demons by my side, so you don’t need to worry about me.”

Zhao Fusheng had made up his mind and signaled to everyone to stop talking.

Zhang Chuanshi once personally led her along this path. After passing the high brick-red wall, there would be a dark door behind it, guarded by corpse slaves.

She could already smell a faint, rotten odor, a smell unique to Paper Man Zhang, which he must be hiding within.

Thinking of this, Zhao Fusheng immediately said:
"Fan Da and Fan Xiao, you two guard the east side."

"Yizhen and Shaochun, you two will guard the south."

"Duozi, Mr. Xie, you two will guard the North Gate for me."

Zhao Fusheng paused for a moment after saying this.

When the Demon Suppression Division of Wan'an County traveled to the capital, there were quite a few people, but now that they have returned from the capital, they are no longer manpower enough.

“I will guard the West Gate like a door god,” Zhao Fusheng sighed.

If Meng Po hadn't died in Wuqing County, handing Ximen over to her would have been the safest course of action.

This thought only lingered in Zhao Fusheng's mind for a moment before she suppressed it.

After she finished speaking, she looked at everyone:
“The Zhang family’s old residence may be a ghost town. Don’t get too close. If there is any danger, I will sense it.”

Everyone was protected by the shrine built by her laws, and as long as they could hold out until she returned by the same route, their lives would be safe.

“Manzhou and Ayu are coming with me, and I will have to trouble you, Lord Pang, to venture into this ghost realm with me.”

After Zhao Fusheng finished speaking, Magistrate Pang smiled and said:

“Now in Wan’an County, perhaps only by your side, sir, am I truly safe.” He said with some guilt, “It’s all my fault for being incompetent, sir, and troubling you to spare extra attention to protect me.”

Zhao Fusheng shook his head.

After she finished speaking, she gestured for everyone to disperse.

The Zhang residence occupied a considerable area. She personally watched as everyone left, and only after confirming that there was no danger did she head towards the black gate that Zhang Chuanshi had led her into that day.

The black door was located to the west, but after she took a few steps, something strange happened.

Red brick walls, black roof, and a putrid smell.

The Zhang family's paper figurine shop from back then is exactly the same as it is now. Even the low, dilapidated houses that correspond to the red walls are still unchanged, and the patterns between the brick walls are exactly the same. The details remain the same, but the only thing missing is that pitch-black door.

Zhao Fusheng frowned.

After a moment, she simply stopped thinking about it.

Time is of the essence, and the longer it is delayed, the more disadvantageous it will be for others.

"Since you have no door, I will open one for you."

She herself had once carried the "Ghost Gate" on her back, and opening the gate was one of her specialties.

Zhao Fusheng then relied on her memory to walk to the black door that Zhang Chuanshi had led her to. Once she stood still, she suddenly called out:
“A-Yu, use the Qiankun Brush to draw the Dao Gate.”

Xu Yu obediently responded.

As she agreed, she raised her wrist, and a blood-soaked ghost pen appeared in the child's palm.

With a thought, Xu Yu suddenly drew a large door frame, and then drew a vertical line inside the door frame.

In this way, she drew the two simple doors.

The Qiankun Pen, unrepentant, immediately wrote a curse on the door panel: "You refuse to take the road to heaven, yet you barge into the gates of hell—a road to hell with no way out."

Xu Yu's one eye turned grayish-blue, while resentment and anger shone in the other.

The child roared and tried to put the ghost pen away.

But how could such a malevolent thing be so easily controlled? By the time she had exerted all her strength, the Ghost Pen had already finished writing the curse.

Zhao Fusheng pressed Xu Yu's shoulder down and gently reminded her:

Don't get angry with ghosts.

This is the inherent nature and law of ghosts.

Moreover, it's just a curse; the plan is in the hands of ghosts, but the success depends on man, so it may not be entirely reliable.

After she finished speaking, she took out the Ghost and God Token and stamped the door god's mark on the door panel that had been drawn with a ghost's brush.

In an instant, a cold wind arose, and the phantom images of the two door gods appeared on the door panel. The two forces counterbalanced and cooperated with each other, and the blood-red brick was split apart from the line drawn by the ghost pen, forming two real ghost doors.

Zhao Fusheng reached out and pushed, and with a creak, the gate to the underworld was immediately opened.

As soon as the gates of hell opened, the interior was pitch black, with gusts of eerie wind blowing, so dark that one couldn't see their own hand in front of their face. Magistrate Pang suppressed his fear and quickly glanced inside, then heard heavy footsteps thumping down from within.

Before long, a figure staggered out of the darkness.

There were actually people inside the Zhang family mansion that had mysteriously disappeared.

Zhao Fusheng glanced coldly into the house, then spread his arms, protecting Kuai Manzhou, Xu Yu, and Magistrate Pang as they all took several steps back. Then he looked up at both sides of the wall.

The two Fans and others who had previously served in Zhang's residence in their respective towns have all disappeared.

The alleyway outside the Zhang residence was deserted and empty.

She knew that this back-and-forth might have caused a problem, that she might have already entered the ghost realm, but just to be on the safe side, she still called out:
"Big Fan, Little Fan? Shao Chun? Yi Zhen? Many children?"

It was late at night, but her cries did not subside; they carried far, echoing back with a dark, distorted, and warped tone, a low, guttural cry:

"Big and small Fan—"

"Shao-Shaochun-"

……

No one responded.

Magistrate Pang felt a chill run down his spine, realizing that something was amiss.

Although the Zhang family's old mansion was not small, it was still limited in size—the purpose of the paper-figure Zhang family back then was to remain hidden in Wan'an County, not to squander and enjoy life.

The people of Wan'an County guarded the four directions. Now that it was late at night and everyone was quiet, Zhao Fusheng shouted loudly like this, and surely someone would hear him.

Just then, a noise came from a house in the distance.

'Woof woof woof.'

A dog barked twice.

Magistrate Pang, who had been on edge just moments before, immediately felt a huge weight lifted from his shoulders and said with relief:
"Sir, there is a noise coming from the houses."

As they were talking, a light was turned on in the alley on the left, followed by the sound of someone walking on the ground.

A man cautiously whispered:

"Who goes there in the middle of the night?"

Upon hearing this shout, Magistrate Pang stood frozen in place.

He served as the magistrate of Wan'an County for several years and knew the character of the people in the city well.

If someone hears a noise after nightfall, they would never get up on their own, for fear of wandering into a ghost and getting into trouble.

Not to mention the poverty of the people, who went to bed early at night to save lamp oil.

At this time, lighting lights or shouting are not normal actions.

On a whim, he immediately lowered his head and shrugged, standing even closer to Zhao Fusheng.

Although Magistrate Pang was old, he was not a muddle-headed man.

Zhao Fusheng smiled slightly, glanced at Xu Yu and Kuai Manzhou, signaling the two children to keep an eye on Magistrate Pang, then shouted sternly towards the source of the light:
"Demon Suppression Division!"

The three words 'Demon Suppression Division' seemed to possess supreme magic. The moment the words were spoken, the barking of the dogs stopped, the person who was speaking became motionless, the rustling footsteps that were moving forward disappeared, and at the same time, the lit lamp was extinguished.

Silence returned.

When Zhao Fusheng looked again toward the direction of the ghost gate in the old Zhang family mansion, the lights inside were strangely lit, revealing the scenery inside.

Behind the door was a simple and elegant courtyard.

The courtyard was kept very clean and featured artificial hills and a fish pond.

Unidentified flowers and plants were planted beside the pond, and in the distance was a covered walkway with carved railings. On each side of the railing stood two exquisitely carved stone pillars, hollowed out and filled with lamp oil, which were now lit.

The stench that had lingered around everyone's noses had disappeared without them noticing.

The light was dim and yellowish, no longer the eerie, ghastly green of the ghost lamp.

A servant dressed in a light blue short jacket and maroon trousers stood with his hands clasped in front of his abdomen. He wore a black belt around his waist, his face buried in the light, facing the crowd.

"Is that an official from the Demon Suppression Division?"

He asked in a very respectful manner.

Zhao Fusheng stood still and asked him:
"who are you?"

"I am Zhang Wanquan, and I have been ordered by Sun Ming, the steward of the Demon Suppression Office of Tongshan County, to wait here for the Demon Suppression Commander from the capital," the servant standing in front of the lamplight replied.

"..."

Zhao Fusheng was stunned for a moment.

That's interesting.

Paper Man Zhang must have done something to create another small world within the Ghost Realm.

She wondered to herself: Could it be a ghost dream?
What exactly is Zhang the Paper Doll's purpose in putting on this show?
She composed herself and said:

Is this Tongshan County?

Zhang Wanquan responded:
"Yes."

After saying that, he added enthusiastically:

"The night is cold and the wind is chilly. Since you gentlemen have come from afar, why don't you come inside with me first? Fine wine and food have been prepared inside to welcome you and wash away the dust of your journey. If you have any questions, please feel free to ask. I will answer them to the best of my knowledge."

The Zhang family's former residence has become a den of iniquity.

After opening the door, Zhao Fusheng was already in a hallucination.

No matter how dangerous the journey, we must brave it.

She said:

"Okay, let's go inside and talk."

After she finished speaking, she called out:
"Manzhou, Ayu, help Grandpa Pang inside."

Upon hearing this, Magistrate Pang was flattered and about to refuse when the two children, as if obeying an imperial decree, grabbed his hands on either side and led him inside.

After the four entered the house, Zhang Wanquan straightened up and closed the courtyard gate.

The door slammed shut, but no dust rose, no cold wind swept through, and everything was calm and peaceful.

Zhao Fusheng's gaze fell on the fish pond. This was not the main entrance, and the pond was not large, about five feet long. Several large black-backed fish were swimming leisurely in the water.

Zhang Wanquan, with his hunched back, was very perceptive. He seemed to realize that Zhao Fusheng was the leader of the group, so he tiptoed quickly to her side and made a gesture:

"This way, sir—"

Before she could finish saying "please," Zhao Fusheng recalled the scene when Zhang Chuanshi led her into the Zhang family mansion and they encountered the corpse slave. She suddenly reached out and pushed Zhang Wanquan, causing the servant to stumble and fall several steps before regaining his balance.

"My lord, what is this—"

Zhang Wanquan's expression changed drastically; he lost his composure almost instantly, his face turning ashen, his eyes filled with terror, and he nearly collapsed to his knees.
"Was it because I, a lowly servant, failed to serve you properly?"

Zhao Fusheng was surprised, then shook his head:

"No, I just made a mistake. Which way do you suggest we go?"

Her words calmed Zhang Wanquan somewhat, but he was still quite frightened; his hands and feet trembled uncontrollably. After a long while, he struggled to regulate his breathing before pointing towards the covered walkway:
"That's the main hall. The Commander of the Demon Suppression Division knew you were coming and had the Sage Hall cleared out to welcome you. The food is ready. Please come this way."

Zhao Fusheng nodded and walked in the direction he was looking.

Strange to say.

Before entering the courtyard, everything looked like the old Zhang family mansion from the outside, but once inside, they found that the layout was completely different from the old Zhang family mansion.

Here, houses, pavilions, and towers stand in rows, as if they were built under the guidance of a master craftsman.

The carved buildings, gardens, and trees are all exquisite.

There was no putrid smell inside; instead, it had a faint sandalwood scent, which was quite elegant.

(End of this chapter)