I become a god in another world

Chapter 776 The God-Slaying Whip Appears
Chapter 776

“I don’t know—” Magistrate Pang shook his head.

He and Paper Doll Zhang were old acquaintances. In the past, Zhang was a local tyrant in Wan'an County, and all the previous Wan'an County Demon Suppression Division officers were his students.

When Magistrate Pang first arrived in Wan'an County, he also visited the Zhang residence to pay his respects.

But at that time, he didn't take Paper Man Zhang seriously, and he was extremely afraid of Paper Man Zhang.

The two lived together in Wan'an County for more than two years, but they did not actually have much interaction in their daily lives.

He was terrified of the paper figure Zhang.

Later, upon learning of the evil deeds committed by Paper Man Zhang, they felt even more terrified.

When the paper figure Zhang spoke to him, Magistrate Pang felt an indescribable sense of dread.

He was not afraid of Zhang the Paper Doll.

For some reason, his fear of all people and all ghosts vanished at that moment.

Magistrate Pang speculated that perhaps he had something more frightening deep down.

"If you don't understand, I'll tell you," Paper Man Zhang said maliciously.

"Humans have five internal organs, essence, blood, skin and flesh. The moment the ghost lamp shines on you, it will drain the blood from your body and use your five internal organs as offerings to light this sky lamp."

As he spoke, a bizarre scene flashed through his mind: a dilapidated, ancient courtyard, shrouded in darkness. In this utterly silent darkness, the deep abyss on the ground resembled a boundless sea of ​​ghosts connecting with the darkness, and a dilapidated black ship floated on the 'sea of ​​ghosts'.

A cluster of firelight on the ship attracted both humans and ghosts.

An elderly boatman, his entire body gleaming, poled the boat. A flame was lit within his skin, revealing his aged, wretched face, a face that Paper Man Zhang had always found particularly unpleasant.

An unnamed rage surged into Paper Man Zhang's heart once more. He suddenly flew into a rage, and an impulse to destroy the world surged up again.

"Your spine will be roasted brittle. If this were during the Tongshan County period, your bones would be completely extracted and used as lantern supports," the paper figure Zhang said coldly.

"If this action is performed by a skilled bone-removing hand, after the bones are removed, you won't even die. You'll just lie on the ground like a lump of mud, groaning, like a rotting maggot."

Paper Man Zhang said viciously:

"The poor are the cruelest to each other."

He thought his words would silence Magistrate Pang, but to his surprise, Magistrate Pang murmured:

"If marking others with a sky lantern causes such pain, wouldn't it be even more unbearable for an adult to swallow a will-o'-the-wisp?"

Magistrate Pang's words startled the paper figure Zhang.

"My Lord, my Lord——"

Magistrate Pang shouted again.

"Aren't you afraid of dying?!" the paper figure Zhang exclaimed in surprise.

While the two were talking, Zhao Fusheng turned his head.

Her head was glowing, and a faint ghost lamp flickered within her skull. The blue light shone through her blood-red flesh, transforming into a dim yellow light that illuminated her face.

Her eyebrows, the bridge of her nose, and the curve of her smile were all clearly visible under the light and shadow.

Zhao Fusheng still looked the same, but this familiar face gave Magistrate Pang a chilling feeling.

"My lord, my lord, what's wrong—"

Magistrate Pang shouted as he stumbled toward Zhao Fusheng:
"My lord, wake up! If you can't suppress Hozuki, breathe out the fire, and we'll all help you—"

"Unbelievable!"

Upon seeing this, Paper Man Zhang let out a cold laugh.

Zhao Fusheng's figure turned into black mist and disappeared on the spot.

She turned and stepped forward, appearing above Magistrate Pang.

The image of Magistrate Pang appeared in her eyes, and the light in her pupils was instantly reflected in Magistrate Pang's eyes.

"laugh."

Seeing this, Paper Man Zhang let out a cold laugh.

He had lived for many years and had seen the ugliness of the world and the pain of separation and death. Magistrate Pang was not the most special among them, and such a person was not worth mourning for.

But when he saw this scene, he still found it particularly jarring.

"My lord—my lord—" Magistrate Pang murmured.

Instantly, flames ignited within his body.

"Aren't you afraid of death?" At the critical moment, a familiar voice rang in Magistrate Pang's ears:

"If you ask me for help, I might save your life."

Magistrate Pang's internal organs were intensely burned by the ghost flames, and he could even hear the sizzling sound of his own flesh being roasted.

He heard the person speaking, but his brain was quickly burned by the flames, and for a moment he couldn't tell who was speaking.

He didn't want to die yet; he still had unfulfilled wishes.

But compared to life and death, Magistrate Pang had an even deeper obsession: the image of a young girl appeared in his mind.

He couldn't quite remember who this person was for a moment, but this person was his hope, and he didn't want anything to happen to him.

The young girl was like a mountain, keeping all the demons and monsters outside.

How can we save her?
Hearing this man speak of saving his life, Magistrate Pang, as if possessed, spoke up:
"Do you think I can distract her from this fire?"

"..." His words stunned Paper Man Zhang on the spot.

Having lived to the age of Paper Man Zhang, his life has been quite eventful. He has seen all kinds of people, from the naive and foolish to the kind, the vicious, and the cruel. He disdains talking to people, and over the years, he has spoken the most with Zhao Fusheng.

Today, I was simply in a good mood and wanted to meddle in other people's business, so I exchanged a few words with Magistrate Pang.

"At a life-or-death situation, you're still worried about this?"

Paper Man Zhang wanted to laugh, but he couldn't. He felt inexplicably angry.

“If you don’t ask me for help, you’re going to die. Even a god couldn’t save you,” he said coldly.

Magistrate Pang, however, was very persistent:

"Can I distract her from this fire?"

Paper Doll Zhang was furious:
"They can't lur them away."

He said coldly:

"This is will-o'-the-wisp; you are but a mortal body. If you are ignited by this will-o'-the-wisp, you will be reduced to ashes—"

Magistrate Pang replied:
"If I die and a vengeful ghost rises, can the ghost drive the fire away?"

His words stunned Paper Man Zhang once again.

In Zhang's memory, ghosts are heinous criminals, the epitome of all evil in the world. If ghosts could be like humans, subjected to a thousand cuts, causing them fear and unbearable pain, that would be perfect.

He showed no mercy to ghosts and deeply hated them.

But at this moment, Magistrate Pang volunteered to become a ghost.

Paper Man Zhang vaguely remembered that this old man was timid as a mouse and had a deep fear of ghosts. How could he dare to say such audacious words now?
“You—” Paper figure Zhang was speechless for a moment.

Magistrate Pang then asked him:
"I, a vengeful ghost, have been resurrected. Can I lure away the will-o'-the-wisps? Can a ghost carrying will-o'-the-wisps lure them away?"

"..."

Paper Man Zhang suddenly seemed bewildered for a moment.

His gaze fell on Magistrate Pang for the first time.

The old man was less than 50 feet tall, with a large head and narrow shoulders, making him appear short and somewhat sleazy.

Magistrate Pang's face was sallow and his eyes were dull. Upon closer inspection, a cluster of firelight could be seen flickering in each of his pupils—this was the mark that had been placed on him by the ghost lantern.

His face was sallow and translucent, and as he spoke, a spark ignited in his brain.

Just as Paper Man Zhang said, he was just a mortal with no advantage over the ghost lantern. The ghost fire would spread around him in an instant and turn him into a sky lantern.

To light a ghost lamp with a human body and lure away the will-o'-the-wisp is nothing short of a fool's dream!

Wan'an County is finished tonight!
Thinking this, Zhang the Paper Doll harbored ill will and was about to speak when Magistrate Pang asked again:

"My vengeful spirit has been resurrected. Can you lure the will-o'-the-wisps away?"

"My vengeful spirit has been resurrected. Can you lure the will-o'-the-wisps away?"

He asked several questions in a row, all in the same tone and with the same words.

Paper Man Zhang suddenly shivered deeply.

He realized something: Magistrate Pang was weaker than he had imagined, and might have died the moment he was marked by the ghost lamp.

The reason he was still speaking at this moment was not because he was still conscious, but most likely because he was indeed a vengeful ghost that had been resurrected, and his obsession had formed.

A person's obsession can be so powerful that it transcends the constraints of a weak physical body.

Thinking of this, Paper Man Zhang felt a chill run down his spine and a sense of unease.

"You, I, I don't know—"

Things seemed to slip out of his control in an instant, and he felt as if he had returned to more than fifty years ago. Faced with a series of sudden changes in his life, he was somewhat at a loss.

"My vengeful spirit has been resurrected. Can you lure the will-o'-the-wisps away?"

Magistrate Pang simply repeated these two sentences mechanically.

His life ended the instant the will-o'-the-wisp marked him, but his will transcended the physical pain and the fear of death, making him single-mindedly try to draw away the fire from Zhao Fusheng's body and revive her consciousness at the critical moment of life and death.

In Wan'an County, he was merely a scholar.

In this world overrun by vengeful ghosts, she is insignificant; but Zhao Fusheng's existence is like a high wall blocking this vast ghost realm, bringing hope to Wan'an County.

In Magistrate Pang's heart, hope was far more important than anything else.

Once the disaster is over, the county town will recover, just as new plants will grow after the ashes.

Even if Pang Maoshan dies, once the future is safe, countless Zhang Maoshans and Li Maoshans will emerge, one after another, competing to deliver hope to humanity.

"My vengeful spirit has been resurrected. Can you lure the will-o'-the-wisps away?"

Magistrate Pang was still instinctively walking in Zhao Fusheng's direction.

Sensing the intense call of the vengeful spirit, the will-o'-the-wisp chose a suitable 'spirit tamer' without hesitation.

Although Pang Maoshan is dead, just as the Ghost Carriage searches for the Time-Space Ghost Bell and the Door God searches for the Door Panel, the Ghost Lantern is also searching for a more suitable lantern bearer.

"My vengeful spirit has been resurrected. Can you lure the will-o'-the-wisps away?"

The moment the will-o'-the-wisp left the body, the intense burning pain disappeared.

Zhao Fusheng's violent and resentful emotions were quickly brought under control.

The crimson flames in her eyes died down, replaced by a chilling aura and intense pain.

The light returned to her eyes, signifying that she had regained consciousness.

The ghostly figure of Magistrate Pang entered her eyes.

She saw Magistrate Pang's head glow, as if a lamp had ignited within him, and an overwhelming grief instantly enveloped her.

"Mr. Pangda—"

Zhao Fusheng called out softly, with a slight tremor in his voice.

The old man no longer responded to her calls with the same enthusiasm as before.

He simply said mechanically:
"My vengeful spirit has been resurrected. Can you lure the will-o'-the-wisps away?"

The answer is self-evident.

The Investiture of the Gods hints: The will-o'-the-wisp has chosen a suitable host.

The Qiankun Brush once predicted that in the spring of the 248th year of the Han Dynasty, an important figure would die in Wan'an County.

Despite living in a chaotic world, he maintained his pride.

Pang Maoshan led an ordinary life, but in his later years he found a kindred spirit.

The most romantic thing for a scholar: to have a true friend in life is enough to die without regret.

This proverb, however, was given concrete form by his life.

Although he was weak, he possessed the unyielding spirit of a scholar.

The will-o'-the-wisp in Tongshan County can destroy tens of thousands of people, burn his flesh, and take his life, but it cannot plunder his self-esteem or refine his pride.

Some people kneel and beg for mercy in the face of fear, while others refuse to yield in the face of fear.

For those with conviction, some emotions are far more important than life itself.

They may be as insignificant as ants in life, but after death they can unleash extraordinary power.

Pang Maoshan was burned by ghost fire.

The fire in Tongshan County could burn away the flesh and blood of tens of thousands of people and take countless lives, but it could not burn away his obsession.

Some true gold is not afraid of being tested by fire!
Some pride only grows stronger with time.

Pang Maoshan's bones were refined into something unparalleled in the world.

The host is fearless of life and death, and unafraid of ghosts and gods.

Its spine became an object that terrified ghosts and gods. When you pulled it out of Pang Maoshan's body, it transformed into the unique 'God-Slaying Whip'.

With the God-Slaying Whip, even ghosts and gods can be struck!
Host, this is a divine whip tailor-made for you. Of all the laws in the world, it is uniquely under your control.

When you pull this God-Slaying Whip out of its body, please carry on with the obsession it held while it was alive.

The host is reminded that the God-Slaying Whip is driven by merit points.

It serves only those with great merit; if one's merit is insufficient, one is not qualified to control this extraordinary thing.

……

Zhao Fusheng could no longer hear the prompts from the Investiture of the Gods.

As she watched Magistrate Pang approach, her body began to tremble violently.

Faced with one ghostly calamity after another, Zhao Fusheng never backed down.

She was not afraid of ghosts, hardships, disasters, or man-made calamities, but she could not face these departing comrades-in-arms one by one.

"My lord, oh my!"

A quick glistening of tears welled up in Zhao Fusheng's eyes.

In this world, the path of controlling ghosts is not easy. Those who were with you yesterday, laughing and talking, may die a violent death today and not have a peaceful end.

But in the face of disaster, humanity always finds its own hope.

"In the spring of the 248th year of the Great Han Dynasty, an important figure will die in Tongshan County. Pang Maoshan, you are one of the most important figures in Wan'an County."

The prophecy (or curse) of the Qiankun Brush has come true once again.

After Zhao Fusheng finished speaking, she saw Magistrate Pang standing in front of her.

The old magistrate was short in stature, and even after his death, when his vengeful spirit was resurrected, he did not grow tall.

A ghost holding a sky lantern stood before her.

She blinked, forcibly wiping away the tears welling up in her eyes.

The next instant, her face turned cold and stern, regaining its usual toughness and composure, as if the previous moment of vulnerability was just an illusion.

"How callous!" High in the sky, the paper figure Zhang witnessed the death of Magistrate Pang.

The old man's sudden burst of power shocked him.

He knew all too well how terrifying the fire in Tongshan County was, having lived with it for many years.

This fire can create absolute terror, burning away people's self-esteem and pride, making them fear and submit. But why didn't the same fire burn Magistrate Pang to ashes?
Paper Man Zhang was completely baffled.

The vengeful ghost stood still in front of Zhao Fusheng.

For some reason, Paper Man Zhang suddenly became interested in what was to come.

He could sense that Magistrate Pang's vengeful spirit had revived, yet it showed no murderous intent. Why was that?
Just as the paper figure Zhang Zheng was puzzled, he suddenly saw Zhao Fusheng calm down in an instant and then use his supernatural power of "Heaven and Earth Manifestation".

Her body swelled several times in size, towering half a head taller than Magistrate Pang.

Immediately afterwards, she bent down and reached out towards Magistrate Pang's head, as if trying to grab something.

(End of this chapter)