I become a god in another world

Chapter 778 Dealing with the Ghostly Calamity
Chapter 778

Upon seeing the ghostly figure, Zhao Fusheng was filled with inexplicable anger.

She strode forward, wielding the God-Slaying Whip, and struck the Blood Mirror!
'boom! '

With a single strike, the power of the God-Slaying Whip penetrated deep into the Blood Mirror itself.

Strangely, the mirror was not damaged.

Conversely, the ghostly figures in the mirror, barely formed under the strike of the God-Slaying Whip, immediately dissipated, turning into black mist and dissipating.

Zhao Fusheng did not dare to be presumptuous.

Paper Man Zhang has become a scourge, a malignant tumor. He is so stubborn and difficult to deal with that even the God Whip cannot completely eliminate him.

Sure enough, a moment later, the black energy in the mirror gathered again, and a blurry, vengeful ghost face reappeared.

The voice of Paper Doll Zhang drifted faintly from all directions:

"The Blood Mirror of Reincarnation reflects the cycle of reincarnation."

He said in a sinister voice:

"What you have, I also have, but unfortunately—"

He let out a soft sigh.

Zhao Fusheng took away the Reincarnation Blood Mirror formed by Sun Shaoyin's original body in Wuqing County, but he also managed to seize Sun Shaoyin's laws and create a brand new Blood Mirror.

The mirror image reflected Wan'an County within it.

Those who were disturbed tonight were all affected by the laws of the Ghost Mirror and couldn't help but look up at the mirror.

They forgot about the ghost case and the loud reminders given by the people from the Demon Suppression Bureau.

The eyes of these living beings were tinged with red light. They were drawn into the world of mirror images, and then the cycle of reincarnation restarted, giving them illusory past and present lives.

The suffering we endure in this life is the accumulation of virtue for the next life.

In the mirror world, everyone who works hard and is diligent and conscientious will accumulate merit and be reborn as a person of great wealth and honor in the next life.

As the sage said: "At fifty, one can have a full stomach; at seventy, one can wear fine clothes."

The mere thought of an afterlife and the hope that it brings people into the realm of ghosts, leaving them in a daze and unwilling to wake up.

……

"Hey Hey."

The paper figure Zhang's sinister laughter rang out:

“My ghost mirror also accepts living souls; entering my ghost mirror is like entering my ‘hell’.”

His voice was constantly shifting:

"Who can say for sure whether this door is for entering or exiting?"

"Who can say for sure whether we are actually in the Ghost Realm, or whether the Ghost Realm is on the other side?"

Blood gleamed, everything was plundered.

The gates of hell opened, and the blood-red mirror reflected the city gates beneath the Ghost Realm of Fengdu.

“I miscalculated before. I only wanted to seize your body and replace everything about you. But then I realized, why should I seize it? I also have the ability to create.”

As soon as the paper figure Zhang finished speaking, the Ghost Gate took shape in the blood mirror, and two ghostly figures appeared on the Ghost Gate.

Conversely, in the Gates of Hell outside the Blood Mirror, the image of the gate was gradually fading away.

Zhao Fusheng was greatly shocked.

She peered into the shrine and discovered that the shrine dedicated to the door gods was dilapidated.

On the list of gods, the edicts of the door gods are fading, as if a strange force is plundering her power and stealing her divinity.

She raised her whip again and struck the ghost mirror!

Another 100,000 merit points were deducted.

The Ghost Whip is an extraordinary item, unique in the world, and cannot be taken by the Blood Mirror.

The whip struck the mirror, blood splattered, and the newly formed gates of hell within the mirror shattered into pieces.

Meanwhile, in reality, the shrine of the Investiture of the Gods remained stable, and the half-disappeared images of ghosts and gods sat once again within it.

"It's amazing."

Paper Doll Zhang sighed:
"I admit I underestimated humanity, like Pang—what's his name?"

He said:

"This man was originally a mediocre person, unworthy of leaving a mark on this world. However, after his death, he actually defeated the ghost lantern, his spine became a whip, and he could fight ghosts and gods. This is truly miraculous, and he deserves to be remembered by me."

Zhao Fusheng sneered:
Is it an honor to be remembered by you?

“You are no more noble than him in any way,” Zhao Fusheng said calmly.

Every person in this world is unique, and each person contains powerful energy. However, many people are tamed by the world and live a docile life, unable to break free from the shackles of thought.

If there were no ghosts in this world, the imperial system and the hierarchical rules governing people would become the invisible rules for taming them.

In the hearts of emperors and rulers, the common people are like livestock.

They don't need ordinary people to have ideas, self-respect, or backbone; they only need them to be docile, obedient, and work tirelessly to support the powerful and wealthy.

In such an environment, even the general public will tacitly accept this system.

As a result, ordinary people at the bottom of society lose their autonomy.

Even the powerful Jiang brothers, who were masters of ghosts, could not escape this constraint during the ghost calamity in Tongshan County. They believed that they belonged to the Demon Suppression Division, while the large landowners tacitly acknowledged their subordination to the ghost masters.

Under such circumstances, the common people obeyed the landlords' oppression, which is why the strange scene seen by Zhang the Paper Man was so vivid: facing the threat of death, the village slaves trembled with fear, but only dared to scream and not run away; the lamp maker was clearly just an ordinary person, but he was able to unleash a method more ferocious than a ghost, sharpening his knife to attack humans.

Paper Man Zhang looks down on humans, but that's not humans' fault.

In the ghost cases Zhao Fusheng handled, she encountered unreasonable people and short-sighted individuals, but she could understand the motives and logic behind their actions—they were just pitiful creatures manipulated by the world, unable to control their own lives and caught up in it.

As a result, resentment arose among the people.

Being helpless and powerless in life, enduring the injustices of the world, and then being resurrected as a vengeful ghost after death is also a silent indictment of the world.

……

Thinking of this, Zhao Fusheng felt extremely excited.

Sensing her inner rage, the God-Slaying Whip emitted a pale white light, and the lightning in mid-air became even more ferocious.

Lightning flashes were reflected into the blood mirror, causing ripples to spread across its surface.

'boom! '

The God-Slaying Whip struck the mirror.

This strike was delivered by Zhao Fusheng in a fit of rage.

The whip's strike startled even ghosts and gods.

The previously indestructible blood mirror suddenly developed crisscrossing cracks.

"Ah!" The paper figure Zhang let out a painful scream, and the faces of the thousands of living beings captured in the mirror showed expressions of pain.

Zhao Fusheng struck successfully on the first strike and then lashed out with a second whip.

"You have brought calamity to the world, killed countless people, and your crimes are unforgivable!"

'boom! '

The blood mirror shattered, and the cracks flew outwards at an incredible speed.

Just as the colossal mirror was about to crumble and shatter into pieces, Liu Yizhen's cry of alarm suddenly rang out:
"Fusheng, Mr. Xie is about to collapse."

Zhao Fusheng turned his head.

Not far behind her, Xie Jingsheng remained frozen in place, his body still in the motion of taking a step.

A gigantic, lantern-wielding ghost had appeared behind him.

The footprints of Xie, the guide, could no longer measure the vengeful spirit. The vengeful spirit he commanded had been captured by the lantern-bearing vengeful spirit—the vengeful spirit's originally pitch-black shadow had suddenly turned bright, and wherever this light touched, it was dissolving and absorbing the ghost.

Once the vengeful ghost controlled by Xie Jingsheng is 'lifted' by the lantern-wielding vengeful ghost, Xie Jingsheng himself transforms into a brand new 'ghost lantern'.

In addition, Wu Shaochun was also on the verge of death.

The blood-red mirror in front of Zhao Fusheng showed the pale face of the paper figure Zhang.

His long hair was disheveled, his body was covered in blood, and he had a ghostly aura.

The surface of the shattered ghost mirror rippled with bloody light, and his eyes shone through the mirror, glaring venomously at Zhao Fusheng.

He was shocked and bewildered by the existence of the God-Slaying Whip—he couldn't understand why a county magistrate who was so weak and insignificant in life could unleash such powerful strength after his death, even capable of injuring his physical body. This shattered his conventional understanding, filling him with fear and anger.

The moment Liu Yizhen shouted, he saw Zhao Fusheng stop and turn around.

For some reason, Paper Man Zhang did not feel fortunate to have escaped this calamity; instead, a surge of boundless rage welled up within him.

Zhao Fusheng turned to leave, and he shouted loudly:
"Zhao Fusheng, what are you doing?!"

"The Blood Mirror has appeared, capable of reversing Yin and Yang. Instead of taking this opportunity to kill me, are you going to save someone?"

"Are you crazy?!"

"You can't distinguish between primary and secondary matters, you don't understand what's important and what's urgent. How can someone like you command a divine object like the Ghost Ranking?"

Inside the blood-red mirror, the paper figure Zhang shouted angrily.

Zhao Fusheng paused for a moment, but without turning around, she simply said:
"You're the one who's crazy."

"Saving lives is naturally far more important than killing."

In her mind, human life was far more important than killing or venting anger.

Even though Paper Man Zhang is utterly wicked, and even though he has escaped this predicament, Zhao Fusheng might have to pay a heavy price to find another opportunity to kill him. But she cannot stand by and watch her former friend die.

It was precisely because of her personality that, despite the severity of the ghostly calamity and the appearance of the vengeful ghost with the lantern, which everyone knew was life-threatening, no one in Wan'an County retreated.

Xie Jingsheng knew he was doomed, yet he summoned a ghost for her at the critical moment.

Wu Shaochun fought desperately, just to buy her a chance to live.

Magistrate Pang, despite his old age and frailty, lit the ghost lantern in order to create an opportunity for her.

She couldn't betray such feelings, and she couldn't prioritize her friend's life over murder—even knowing that such an action was wrong.

“You have never been treated properly, so you neither respect your own life nor the lives of others. Human life is like livestock in your heart. You grew up in such a world, suffering oppression from the laws of nature,” Paper Man Zhang, who had been violently harmed, has now become a villain who uses violence to oppress others, “yet he has his own set of high-sounding words.”

"I look down on you, but I also pity you."

After Zhao Fusheng finished speaking, he strode up behind the ghost carrying the lantern.

She stopped talking to the paper figure Zhang, raised the God-Slaying Whip in her hand again, and then slapped it at the back of the lantern-carrying ghost.

'boom. ’

The God-Slaying Whip struck its target with a single blow.

This vengeful ghost, the most notorious in Tongshan County, was so fierce and difficult to deal with that even Zhao Fusheng's Ghost Whip couldn't defeat it. Yet, it was quickly and severely injured by the power of the God-Slaying Whip.

The enormous demonic body disintegrated in an instant.

The mutilated remains of countless wronged souls and vengeful ghosts appeared, and faces contorted with agony flashed through the black mist.

Their silent cries, the black mist lasted only a moment, before Zhao Fusheng could strike a second time, and the terrifying ghost's body collapsed like a building.

‘Boom——’

‘Boom——’

The vengeful ghost's body disintegrated and fell apart, with piles of white bones scattered like small mountains.

The power of the God-Slaying Whip destroyed the body of the lantern-carrying ghost with overwhelming force, and the pale white lightning disintegrated the ghost's arm.

The next moment, it could no longer grasp the vengeful ghost controlled by Xie Jingsheng, and its instantly disintegrated ghost arm turned into dust.

Xie Jingsheng thought he was going to die, but unexpectedly he escaped death.

When he looked up, he saw a mountain of white bones lying before him, with Zhao Fusheng standing like a towering mountain in front of him.

"Thank you for your help, sir."

Her words of gratitude came through the air.

Xie Jingsheng was startled for a moment, then realized that she had saved his life in a critical moment.

She carried a lantern in one hand and a strange long whip in the other. The lantern's shadow drew him to follow, but the strange whip also gave him an extremely terrifying sense of intimidation.

While Xie Jingsheng was still in a daze, Zhao Fusheng finished thanking him and walked towards Wu Shaochun.

She waved the lantern, and the flames on Wu Shaochun's body immediately turned into black mist, which poured into her lampshade.

The flames on Wu Shaochun's body disappeared, the vengeful ghost revived, shadows covered his arms, and life returned to his eyes.

"grown ups--"

Wu Shaochun was overjoyed to see Zhao Fusheng.

"I won't say more for now."

Zhao Fusheng stopped him from speaking, then looked towards the ghost carrying the lantern:
"The lantern ghosts have been scattered, but there are still ghostly troubles to deal with. Everyone, follow me and first drive these wandering souls into the gates of hell!"

"it is good!"

The crowd snapped out of their daze and responded in unison.

Countless white bones slid down.

As the lantern-bearing ghost dissipates, the wandering souls it transforms into will immediately begin to roam aimlessly.

These are disasters that belong to Tongshan County, and must not be allowed to spread to Wan'an County.

As Zhao Fusheng spoke, he walked toward the blood mirror again.

You'll regret this—

For some reason, Paper Man Zhang has not yet left.

As Zhao Fusheng approached, the image in the blood mirror suddenly disappeared.

She raised her whip and struck the ghost mirror again, 'bang'.

With a single blow, the Blood Mirror shattered.

The burst of blood mist instantly dispersed, staining the entire sky red.

This terrifying force pierced through the ghostly mist, forming a unique ghostly realm.

As the fog dissipated, the moon was revealed in the sky.

The moonlight was quickly obscured by the blood mist, and Wan'an County was shrouded in moonlight.

Under the blood moon, vengeful ghosts and evil spirits roam freely.

"My lord, the paper figure Zhang has escaped."

Da Xiao Fan said uneasily.

"Let's clean up the mess first," Zhao Fusheng said calmly.

She carried a whip in one hand and a ghost lamp in the other—perhaps this lamp was once closely related to Zhang the Paper Doll, and through this lamp, she could even vaguely sense Zhang the Paper Doll's aura.

He hasn't fled far; he must be hiding somewhere.

"This man will die tonight," she said with certainty.

Da Xiao Fan nodded.

After saying this, Zhao Fusheng summoned the Yellow Springs Opera Troupe and placed them at the Gates of Hell.

"Big and small Fan, drive the ghosts into the gates of hell."

Zhao Fusheng shouted loudly.

The two Fans responded simultaneously.

The two held the two blood-red umbilical cords in their hands. At the same time, the Gates of Hell trembled, as if a huge power was surging within.

The Ghost Realm of Fengdu trembled, and the signboard hanging on its door also moved.

As the owner of the Ghost Domain, Zhao Fusheng was the first to sense the change.

A nameless unease welled up in her heart.

There may be a fierce battle tonight.

As soon as the thought arose, she looked towards Liu Yizhen, only to see golden light appear in Liu Yizhen's eyes as he looked at the plaque above the Fengdu Ghost Domain—the tremor had clearly made Liu Yizhen aware of it as well.

This turmoil was caused by Da Fan and Xiao Fan. Zhao Fusheng wondered to himself: Could this hellish upheaval be related to Da Fan and Xiao Fan? Has the Ghost Mother Tai Sui been revived?

With that thought in mind, she couldn't help but look towards the Gates of Hell again.

At this moment, the gates of hell were wide open, but there was a plaque guarding the entrance, so the seventeen levels of hell were not out of control.

She felt a little relieved, though she still dared not let her guard down completely. In any case, she decided to break through the current predicament first.

(End of this chapter)