I become a god in another world

Chapter 784 Siege of the Old Thief
Chapter 784

Paper Man Zhang was defeated in one move, and then made another move.

After eliminating the ghost opera troupe, Liu Huacheng also eliminated the source of its paper doll opera troupe—Paper Doll Zhang.

This ghost judge exuded a chilling aura and held the Qiankun Brush, scribbling away.

The paper figure Zhang's clothes disappeared, and half of his head turned transparent.

But at that moment, his ghostly eyes widened, and he roared:
"How dare you, Liu Huacheng, trespass on my forbidden zone!"

"In life, you were nothing more than an unknown temple keeper; in death, you will be a vengeful ghost, under my jurisdiction! You will have a place in my endless cycle of reincarnation!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the paper figure's pupils dilated rapidly, and a blood-red halo formed, spreading quickly in all directions from Zang Junji's ghostly eyes.

Behind the ghost eye, a ghost lamp burns eerily.

In an instant, the glow of the blood halo formed an enormous blood mirror.

The mirror's smooth surface captured Liu's ghostly form within it.

As soon as Liu Huacheng's figure was captured, it paused in its movements.

At the same moment, an invisible bloodline tethered Liu Huacheng, pulling him toward the direction of the paper figure Zhang.

On Zhao Fusheng's ghost stele, the shrine dedicated to Liu Huacheng began to become unstable.

Once the paper figure Zhang makes a move, it never stops.

"I will serve the spirits with my own body!"

His eyes were bloodshot:
"I cannot obtain the Ghost Stele, for I myself am one of the Ghost Steles!"

As he spoke, he tore his own body apart without any expression.

His fingernails were sharp; with a single tear, a palm-sized crack appeared on his side.

The crack was quite large, and countless agonizing ghost faces appeared on the side of the waist, replacing each other and emitting silent wails.

However, the crack was shrouded in thick black mist, preventing the vengeful spirit from repairing its ghostly form.

"The shrine has appeared; now we invite the spirits and deities!"

As soon as Zhang the Paper Doll finished speaking, a fierce glint appeared in his eyes:

"Liu Huacheng, return to your post!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he pulled on the red thread, and Liu Huacheng, bound by the ghost thread, involuntarily moved to his side.

Paper Man Zhang didn't stop there; he also dug into his left side and abdomen:

"I don't need to raise ghosts, invite ghosts, or make offerings to ghosts; others will make offerings to ghosts and spirits for me—"

This world cannot cultivate manners and a sense of shame, nor has it taught him humility and consideration. In this jungle, all he has learned is to compete and rob.

As soon as he finished speaking, he flicked his sleeve and pulled out a handful of paper figures.

The paper figures flew in mid-air, swayed and landed, transforming into a ghost opera troupe.

The ghost opera troupe took shape and was immediately granted official titles by him:
"The Ghost Play of the Underworld!"

Upon hearing this, Fan Wujiu could no longer contain himself:

"To parrot others is shameless."

Paper Man Zhang sneered:
"Kid, don't be in such a hurry to speak, you're next!"

After saying that, the paper figure, which had transformed into the ghost of the underworld, returned to its place.

Finally, he dug himself out:
"The ghosts of the underworld, the flowers bloom on the other shore—" He looked at Kuai Manzhou and shouted sharply.
"Kuai Manzhou, why aren't you back in your place right now!"

The moment he finished speaking, he opened his mouth and spat out a small, exquisite ghost lamp.

A tiny flame burned within the lamp, and within the light were several long, thin threads, like living things, moving within the lampshade.

The silk threads, like long hair or horsehair worms, surged through the lantern, yet remained trapped within it.

At the very moment that Paper Man Zhang shouted, Kuai Manzhou was struck as if by a heavy blow and bound to the spot.

Several black python-like 'ghost chains' slithered across the child's body, binding her and Zhuang Si Niangzi together, and carrying them toward the False God List!
Black smoke billowed from the child's cheeks, and she strained her feet, trying to pin herself to the spot.

But Zhang the Paper Doll used some unknown means, and this power seemed to be a unique law in the world, leaving her no choice but to accept it.

“On that day in Kuailiang Village, I originally intended to detain you and your daughter, but I was a step too late and encountered some troublesome people.”

Paper Doll Zhang sneers:
"But if they couldn't be detained then, it's the same if they are detained now."

Seeing that Kuai Manzhou wouldn't leave, he pulled out another human skin without saying a word:
"I have Kuailiang Village, why wouldn't ghosts come to seek refuge here!"

The moment he spoke, chilling blood patterns appeared on the human skin, instantly forming mountains and rivers, crookedly depicting the scene of a village.

Wang Puyi's Painting Scheme!

Over the years, Zhang the Paper Man has traveled all over the country and has indeed amassed a considerable fortune.

He used Wang Puyi's method to create a painting, intending to trap Kuai Manzhou and Kuai Liangcun inside.

……

All of this happened in a very short time.

"grown ups--"

Chen Duozi and the others, who were busy exorcising ghosts, immediately panicked upon seeing this scene.

Zhao Fusheng remained expressionless, and the moment Chen Duozi spoke, his figure vanished from the spot.

Her ghostly shadow appeared behind Paper Doll Zhang, one hand holding the God-Slaying Whip, the other holding the Human Skin Ghost Knife.

The moment the God-Slaying Whip appeared, its aura instantly dispersed the paper figure Zhang Guiyu.

His figure collapsed in one corner, and the blood mirror that had only recently formed shattered as well.

But the vengeful spirit that he had captured did not stop.

When Zhao Fusheng made his move, he was still peering into his inner sea of ​​consciousness. He saw that Liu Huacheng's divine position on the Ghost and God Ranking was half-sealed and the ghostly figure was blurry. He knew that this law had not been solved.

The shrine she shared with Kuai Manzhou was also disturbed.

A deep red line, as red as blood, had appeared on the child's face at some unknown time.

The lines were extremely chaotic, yet they carried an ominous aura, almost covering her entire face and creeping up the child's chin and down her neck.

Kuai Manzhou's eyes began to glaze over.

The hidden ghost nets from all directions have come to life, and fine blood beads have appeared on the nets, with eyeballs emerging from within them.

"God help me too!"

The voice of Paper Doll Zhang echoed faintly between heaven and earth.

As soon as he finished speaking, those eyes were filled with extremely sinister malice.

Kuai Manzhou was corrupted by Zang Junji's power, losing his original indifference and aloofness as a child, and becoming full of evil and malice.

That probing gaze seems to penetrate into one's very soul.

Zhao Fusheng naturally could not allow Paper Man Zhang to cause trouble.

This man is exceptionally cunning and his escape skills are unparalleled.

But tonight she has made up her mind to not let this person escape, so Wan'an County will spare no expense to keep him here.

Thinking of this, she called out:
"Shaochun, Duozi, Daxiao Fan, you all guide the paper figure Zhang!"

The power of the paper figure Zhang was so great that it could not be controlled by just a few people.

As the strongest fighter in Wan'an County, Zhao Fusheng should have faced off against Paper Man Zhang head-on.

But her sudden issuance of this order surprised everyone.

After a brief moment of surprise, the people of Wan'an County agreed without hesitation.

Wu Shaochun immediately set up a furnace, and flames and smoke shot into the sky, binding the paper figure Zhang.

"Overestimating one's own abilities, like a mayfly trying to shake a tree."

Paper Doll Zhang sneers:
"How could a mere stove spirit possibly know anything about the vastness of heaven and earth?"

He sneered and looked at Wu Shaochun:
"A country bumpkin from a remote village, without the travel permit I left behind back then, would you be where you are today?" He spat.
"ungrateful."

Wu Shaochun remained silent upon hearing this, continuing with his own tasks.

On the contrary, Fan Wujiu, with his fiery temper, couldn't help but retort:
"Shameless! That fake mouth is spouting lies."

He said:

"You raised vengeful ghosts in Dog Head Village, causing Shao Chun's closest relatives to die in a ghostly calamity, leaving him destitute and alone until he was rescued by an adult. What business is that of yours? Don't take advantage of Shao Chun's honest nature and inability to argue with you. After doing so many bad things, do you think everything you've done is justified and justifiable?"

Paper Man Zhang was initially angry, then laughed:

"Forget it, I'm too lazy to argue with an ignorant person like you."

He looked coldly at the crowd:
“You know nothing of my power. You are but a lonely mountain ghost, weak in life and nothing after death.”

He looked at Wu Shaochun:

"I want you to lose convincingly."

“I will never be convinced,” Wu Shaochun said calmly.

After saying this, the ghostly smoke rose slowly and coiled around the paper figure's body.

The Kitchen God appeared silently and grabbed the paper figure by the neck.

Where the vengeful ghost embraced, the paper figure's body shone like a red-hot iron.

The paper figure Zhang neither dodged nor avoided; he looked at Wu Shaochun with a smile, and in that smile, his body suddenly became enormous.

The wisps of smoke that bound him were stretched and thinned.

The Kitchen God, who was originally perched on his back and shoulder and was about the same size as him, appeared as small and weak as a monkey in comparison.

But all of this did not stop.

As the paper figure Zhang grew larger, the stove ghost shrank smaller and smaller until it turned into a bean and a grain of ash, disappearing into the mortal world.

The crimson carbon light that covered the paper doll's body instantly turned into a red mark the size of a fingernail, and then shrank to a small, blood-red mole.

"The world is vast and full of wonders. You are narrow-minded and weak. You have only followed Zhao Fusheng and solved a few ghost cases, yet you think you are invincible—"

The voice of Paper Doll Zhang rang out:

"My power to you is as vast as the heavens and the earth, as bright as the sun and the moon—"

"Don't be proud!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Duozi said:
"Grandpa Wu is not alone!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly looked towards the Ghost Realm of the same mountain:
"My lord, I need to borrow a ghost!"

Finally, the shrine belonging to Chen Duozi was revealed.

The moment the shrine appeared, she became one of the six realms of reincarnation.

Influenced by the laws, the vengeful spirits all approached her.

"I am Chen Duozi, and having many children brings many blessings!" She grinned, her face sinister.

"Your belly is so big, it could fit a Japanese soldier!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the law appeared: the vengeful ghosts and vengeful spirits seemed to receive guidance and successively entered the belly of the paper figure Zhang.

Before long, his belly swelled up to the size of a basket, and he was terrified.

At the same time, the people of Wan'an County, upon hearing the saying "many children, many blessings," knelt down in oblivion.

"You should worship me."

Chen Duozi, carried by this 'incense offering,' slowly rose into the air and witnessed this scene:
"It's better to pray to me than to pray to God. I will send a child into your womb so that you may have many children."

As soon as she made her move, the two Fans followed suit.

Two streams of blood umbilical cord shot out and wrapped around the paper figure's arms.

……

Several people from Wan'an County spared no expense and attacked simultaneously, entangled with the paper figure Zhang.

While dismissing the paper figure with disdain, Zhang was also filled with doubt: What exactly was Zhao Fusheng up to?
Despite the impressive scale of Wu Shaochun and his group, their powerful ghost laws are extraordinary in the eyes of ordinary people, almost like those of gods—but in Zhang the Paper Doll's view, they are merely similar.

Before him, as he had said before, these people were weak and powerless.

The suffering and grievances he endured in his life were no less than theirs, and his murderous aura could subdue ten thousand ghosts, far surpassing that of Wu Shaochun and others.

He has no weaknesses.

He remained unmoved, as firm as a rock, even as several people attacked him.

These attacks were like wind and water to him, unable to move or harm him in the slightest.

The only person he was slightly wary of was Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng was not a coward who feared death—this can be seen from the battle of Wuqing County.

But at this moment, she actually let her subordinates stand up. Was she not afraid that these people would die by her own hand?

As Zhang Zheng, the paper figure, was filled with doubt, he suddenly heard a childish female voice say:

"You have spun your own cocoon and will eventually die at your grave."

"who--"

The paper figure Zhang was greatly surprised.

He seemed completely unaware of the source of the voice beforehand, but when he heard it now, he felt as if the voice was resounding in his own brain.

The paper figure Zhang turned around hastily, and then a blood-red character appeared before his eyes: "A life of murder, swallowing the bitter fruit of one's own actions."

An old promise to an old friend, which was agreed to but not kept.

A cup of ghost soup, and you'll forget your future.

A golden statue to suppress your form.

The heart of a demon is not firm.

The laws of nature cannot be stopped.

The eighteen hells will imprison your body.

……

"The Brush of Heaven and Earth—"

When Zhang the Paper Doll saw Xu Yuyu wielding the Qiankun Brush, his face first showed surprise, then a disdainful smile curled at the corner of his mouth:

"A child wielding a brush, a trivial skill—"

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and began to wipe away the lines of bloody words.

'The heart that yearns for the path of the demons is not steadfast. The laws of Heaven cannot stop it.'

He used Liu Huacheng's method to erase these two lines of small characters.

The blood-red light was crushed into blood mist under the law, and Xu Yu suffered a backlash, his face turned pale, blood spurted from his mouth and nose, and his eyes turned red.

However, the phrase "the heart of the ghost path is not firm" was erased, while the phrase "the laws of the heavenly path cannot stop it" still left traces.

Just then, Zhao Fusheng's voice rang out:
"Zang Xiongwu".

she shouted.

"what--"

The paper figure Zhang could open its mouth instinctively.

The moment he opened his mouth, he knew he had been tricked.

The Soul-Calling Law originates from Wuqing County!

Then a chill rose from the soles of the paper figure Zhang's feet. He looked down and saw two black vines, like giant pythons, rising from his feet and wrapping around his legs from the left and right, while rapidly coiling around his upper body.

Wherever this demonic python went, it seemed to be devouring his malevolent energy and memories.

In a daze, his consciousness seemed to return to the ruins of Wuqing County that day.

The evil spirits revived, and the paper figure Zhang immediately transformed into a strange and bizarre 'tree,' taking root in the ghost cave.

Black energy surged out, and the vengeful spirits that he had devoured and suppressed beneath the Zhang family's old mansion immediately crawled into his body along with the resurrected ghost python.

The ghost that Chen Duozi had introduced into his body earlier was not originally a threat, but even the smallest ant can devour a tree.

The power of the Kitchen God has returned.

Above his head, a faint red cloud had appeared, and a pair of glowing red chains, as hot as branding irons, bound his arms.

Inside his belly, the demonic fetus grew rapidly, then burst forth, as if calling out to him:

"Zang Xiongwu, Zang Xiongwu—"

All of this seemed like a dream, both real and unreal.

The paper figure's eyes were momentarily glazed over, then he shook his head violently:

"Illusions cannot disturb my mind; my resolve as a demon is unwavering—"

"Ghost path?"

Zhao Fusheng's voice rang out:

"Aren't you following humanitarian principles?"

These words were like a knife to the heart for Paper Doll Zhang.

In his panic, he was about to deny it:
"Yes, I'm not a ghost—"

The words were immediately contradictory.

The prophecy written by the Qiankun Brush, which had been erased by Liu Huacheng's innate laws, has resurfaced.

'The heart that yearns for the path of demons is not steadfast.'

……

(End of this chapter)