I become a god in another world

Chapter 786 The Death of Lady Xie
Chapter 786

A large cluster of flames ignited on both sides of Xie Jingsheng's shoulders and the top of his head, and as soon as the flames were lit, thick plumes of smoke billowed from his body.

This made him feel as if he were engulfed in three flames, and the smoke from the flames began to worship the evil spirits.

The moment he unleashed this move, his power instantly broke through the limitations of the Tribulation level, becoming extraordinary.

"Humans go to the yang world, ghosts go to the yin world; gods return to temples, ghosts return to the underworld."

Xie Jingsheng's voice began to sound cold and mechanical, as if devoid of human emotion.

"Xie Jingsheng of the Xie family—"

"Xie Min of the Xie family—"

In a daze, it seemed as if another serious-looking young man also appeared, and 'he' stood beside Xie Jingsheng.

The figure was both strange and familiar, yet it gave Xie Jingsheng an extremely safe feeling.

He had met this person once before, many years ago, through the power of reincarnation.

Unfortunately, their meeting was followed by an eternal separation.

I haven't even had a chance to call him 'Dad' yet.

At this critical moment in his life, with his father by his side, Xie Jingsheng felt no fear, even though the land ahead was a sealed ghost realm, a seventeen-story ghost palace.

"father--"

At the critical moment of life and death, Xie Jingsheng suddenly felt warm all over, as if he were in warm water.

"I will measure the path of the dead with my footprints."

"I will measure the path of the dead with my footprints!"

The Xie family, father and son, two generations, spoke in unison and worked together to move forward:
"I take one step, and the ghost follows me all the way—"

"I take one step, and the ghost follows me all the way—"

"Follow me! Follow me! Follow me!"

"Follow me! Follow me! Follow me!"

The moment the father and son roared, it was as if an oxcart was pulling a mountain range.

The arrogant paper figure Zhang actually found himself 'moving'.

This move was unexpected.

In his eyes, the Demon Suppression Division of the Imperial Capital was almost entirely composed of good-for-nothings and useless individuals.

Under the capital, everyone indulged in pleasure, formed cliques for personal gain, treated the people as property to be distributed among themselves, and took all the benefits.

He stole Zang Junji's mutilated body for his own use, and he took all the plaques from the five cities, yet no one noticed.

Although Xie Jingsheng inherited the vengeful spirit left by his father, the methods he used were nothing more than child's play in the eyes of Paper Doll Zhang.

"How could this be? How could this be!"

Paper Man Zhang was instantly thrown into a state of mental breakdown.

With a thought, he reached out and pulled out a piece of paper. The paper was immediately swept away by golden light and turned into a cloud of blood mist.

But as the blood mist dissipated, a pair of red embroidered shoes suddenly appeared on Xie Jingsheng's feet.

Shen Yishu's Rules of Vengeful Ghosts.

Xie Jingsheng paused in his tracks as the blood-stained shoes caught him off guard.

……

This person is really difficult to deal with.

Zhao Fusheng could no longer tolerate it.

She suddenly shouted:

"Grandma Xu, I need to borrow your hellfire!"

Granny Xu appeared in a flash, and said in a hateful voice:
"You should have done this a long time ago."

As they spoke, a mighty flame shot into the sky.

Zhao Fusheng held the God-Slaying Whip and rolled it through the fires of hell.

"Zang Xiongwu, get out of here!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she lashed out with her whip.

The pale, bone-like light, carrying ghostly flames, lashed against the paper figure Zhang's back with a 'bang'.

The will-o'-the-wisp was like a parasite clinging to the bone; it would ignite instantly upon contact, crackling and burning the skin.

"what!"

The paper figure Zhang let out a scream and staggered forward a large step.

With this whip, his laws were severed.

The fake shrine he had just built crumbled instantly, and Kuai Manzhou gained his freedom.

Moreover, as soon as he was whipped, the red shoes binding Xie Jingsheng's feet shattered instantly, and Xie Jingsheng took the opportunity to take a step forward:
"Follow me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the vengeful ghost also shouted:
"Follow me."

The simultaneous leadership of two ghosts in the ghost burial ceremony is a matter of great importance.

Unable to contain himself, Zhang the Paper Doll took another big step forward.

He wanted to resist, but the wailing of the vengeful ghost distracted him.

“Zang Xiongwu, Zang Xiongwu.”

"Hee hee hee."

As the vengeful ghost called out to his soul, it seemed as if the laughter of children could be heard beside his ear.

His mind was disturbed, and for a moment his consciousness became blurred again.

"Who is it? Is it my little girl?"

He turned his head in a mixture of surprise and delight, and in a daze, he seemed to hear someone calling out:

"Father, Father, it's me!"

In the farmhouse courtyard, his wife, Wenqing, greeted him with a gentle smile, her skirt tied around her waist.

"An illusion, an illusion!"

But the next instant, the paper figure Zhang suddenly roared angrily:

"It's all fake!"

The shout shattered the illusion.

The cries of "Dad" ceased, and the surroundings became eerily quiet.

A sense of loneliness welled up inside him, but then he couldn't care less about anything else.

He was almost at the entrance to the Ghost Realm of Fengdu, with the Xie father and son leading the way. He was already halfway to step into the Ghost Gate.

Xie Jingsheng used himself as incense to burn and appease the ghosts. At this moment, the incense burned through his body, and he had almost reached the end of his life.

The ghost summoner, who appeared as a handsome man in his thirties, now had a bluish-black face, almost like a resurrected vengeful spirit.

"Follow me!" he said coldly.

“Follow me,” the vengeful ghost chimed in.

"Do not--"

Paper Man Zhang tried to resist, but as soon as he moved, beams of light shone from all directions, forming a cage that confined him within.

He tried to back away, and with a quick step—'thud.'

The sound of a whip lashing through the air came crashing down.

The God-Slaying Whip struck him, causing excruciating pain.

That whip carries an aura of righteousness, specifically designed to subdue evil, and its intent is unwavering, imbued with boundless fury.

This caused the image of a stern-faced old man to appear before Paper Man Zhang.

The old man had a slightly dark complexion and a face full of wrinkles.

His neck was slightly tilted forward, and his hands were tied behind his back—in his later eyes, this person was as weak as an ant; but in his mind at the time, he was much greater than the emperor in the palace.

This old man was his master when he was young.

"What's your name?"

He could hardly remember anymore.

He came from a poor family, and his father, who later became irritable and easily angered, wasn't actually this strict and harsh in his early years.

His parents loved him so much that they went to great lengths to send him to a paper craft shop, hoping he would learn some skills.

As a young boy, Zang Xiongwu learned bamboo weaving techniques from his master.

His master treated him like a son, and even gave his own daughter, Wenqing, to him. He was both fierce and strict with him, but he also loved him very much.

"Master, Master—"

The arrogant paper doll Zhang was taken aback when he saw the old man's figure.

He had barely uttered the word when he heard the old man shout:

"Xiongwu, come here now!"

His master's imposing presence was etched into his very bones, and he instinctively responded:
"Ai."

As soon as he finished speaking, he fell into hell. The instant he entered the gates of hell, Xie Jingsheng, who was leading the way, had his flesh and blood turn to ashes and fall away.

In an instant, the vengeful spirit revived, escaped into the Ghost Gate, and entered the Ghost Realm of the Sealed Capital—for Xie Jingsheng, this was the home he longed for.

Xie Jingsheng's father led a ghost into the Fengdu Ghost Domain back then.

Years later, Xie Jingsheng, who followed in his father's footsteps, used a different reason to lure ghosts into the Fengdu Ghost Realm as well.

……

There was no time for sadness.

Just then, the paper figure Zhang suddenly stood still in place.

Everyone was on edge.

Zhao Fusheng faced Liu Yizhen, with Chen Duozi, the Fan brothers, and two children by her side.

Her expression was solemn, and the ghost monument behind her appeared, echoing the gates of hell.

The group sat upright in the shrine, yet their exhaustion was undeniable.

In everyone's eyes, the outcome was already decided—the paper figure Zhang had already stepped halfway into the gates of hell.

He had crossed halfway through the gates of hell, and now that he wanted to retreat, neither the gatekeepers nor Liu Yizhen would allow it.

Moreover, outside of hell, the people of Wan'an County were staring at him with murderous intent.

Perhaps it was because this person had committed numerous murders over the years and was cunning and difficult to deal with, but even though everyone felt that he was about to be suppressed by hell, they did not feel relieved.

Zhao Fusheng's left eyelid twitched rapidly.

An ominous premonition surged within her, but she pretended to be indifferent and looked at the paper figure Zhang.

The paper figure Zhang turned its head.

At this moment, all the superfluous growths on his body were severed.

Those tangled blood threads, like the vengeful ghosts that Zang Junji used to suppress hell—even the laws governing the ghosts and gods that he had captured and controlled by Zhao Fusheng were broken.

Liu Huacheng has returned to his divine position and is no longer under his control.

At this moment, the paper figure Zhang was dressed in a black robe and looked like a seventy-year-old man.

His long hair was draped around him, his sleeves were wide, and his arms were held horizontally across his chest, forming a straight line.

"grown ups--"

Seeing this scene, Wu Shaochun felt a vague unease in his heart.

“This thief is not quite right,” Chen Duozi added.

The way the paper figure Zhang looked when he turned around was similar to the way Zhao Fusheng looked when they first met.

But after several encounters with him, Zhao Fusheng realized that this appearance was not the true face of the paper doll Zhang.

"you--"

Just as Zhao Fusheng was about to speak, the paper figure Zhang laughed:

"If you had just said you were going to send me to hell, why go through all this trouble?"

He can travel anywhere, from the sky to the ground!

As soon as he finished speaking, the paper figure Zhang stood tall and stepped into hell.

……

This man can be considered a formidable figure.

Zhao Fusheng gripped the God-Slaying Whip and the Human Skin Ghost Knife tightly, his heart filled with extreme vigilance.

Black energy surged, and the gates of hell closed silently.

The world fell silent instantly, as if he were the only 'living' person left in the world.

The paper figure Zhang's face was stained red with blood, but he showed no fear.

He has experienced many ups and downs in his life. He was born into poverty, lost his mother at a young age, and his father died of illness not two years after his mother's death.

The father, who had suffered a lifetime of poverty, was in great pain on his deathbed.

He contracted dysentery and became emaciated, groaning incessantly as he lay dying, muttering incoherently.

The paper figure leaned close to his ear and heard that he was cursing his mother.

What is your father's name?

It was a long time ago, and after thinking for a while, Zhang, the paper figure collector, finally remembered: Zang Jiahe.

The name was good, but the Zang family did not enjoy harmony and prosperity.

Life in poor families is always full of trivial matters.

Zang Xiongwu's mother gave birth to three sons and four daughters. According to the rules of the Han Dynasty, for every additional male member added to a common family, the court would allocate five mu of land.

This was supposed to be a beneficial measure for the people, but it ultimately became one of the sources of the Tibetan family's nightmare.

After Zang Jiahe had three sons, he acquired a total of twenty mu of land. If the three sons grew up and the family worked hard in farming, they would not be unable to make a living.

Unfortunately, Zang Jiahe was unlucky; his two sons died young, leaving only Zang Xiongwu to grow up.

The twenty acres of land soon broke Zang Jiahe's spine.

The existence of these twenty acres of land led to the Zang family being classified as a 'large household,' meaning they had to pay more taxes and grain each year than those classified as 'lower households.'

A few years later, Zang Jiahe could no longer make ends meet and borrowed money from loan sharks to pay taxes. When he could no longer repay the loans, he sold land to survive.

As Zhang the Paper Man said, the people are poor and short-sighted.

He was unaware of what this series of actions meant—he only knew that he was now at his wit's end and was being pushed forward by fate.

The land was sold cheaply to the landlord, who became a tenant. At the time of the sale, according to the government's tax laws, taxes had to be paid to the government for the sale of land.

At that time, the Han Dynasty was burdened with heavy taxes.

There are all sorts of fees, such as kickbacks, tea fees, and writing fees.

When ordinary people buy and sell land, taxes amount to nearly half of the transaction amount.

Zang Jiahe was short-sighted and unwilling to spend money, so he secretly found someone to act as guarantor and write a document to transfer the property.

Little did they know that this would become one of the sources of disaster that would cost the Zang family their lives.

From then on, the Zang family still had 20 mu of land registered in the government's household register.

Even after Zang Xiongwu grew up, his family only had a few acres of poor land left, and they were heavily in debt and penniless. Yet, the three of them still had to pay taxes on the twenty acres of land listed in the government register.

How ridiculous, how ironic.

Zang Jiahe lived his whole life, getting up before dawn every day and spending every day in the fields. He dealt with the land from the moment he opened his eyes all his life, but when he got old, he couldn't save enough money for a coffin.

In Zhang's memory, he never smiled for a single moment in his later years.

Life has lost its hope.

He's cowardly outside, but acts like the emperor at home.

The Zang family had a clear hierarchy, and Zang Jiahe was the head of the family. When he returned home, his wife and children served him, and his word was law.

All of this made Zang Jiahe extremely violent, and he would beat and scold his wife and children.

In Zhang's memory, he was extremely afraid of him.

……

It is said that a person's words are good when they are about to die.

But in Zhang the Paper Doll's view, some evil people will not be good even on their deathbed.

They are foolish and ignorant, committing all sorts of evil deeds, yet they have their own set of logic and reasoning, speaking with great conviction.

Zang Jiahe died a gruesome death before his passing.

He had been starving for a long time—it could be said that he had never eaten a full meal since he was born, and he had been starving his whole life.

Before he died, he was emaciated, with wrists and ankles so thin that they looked like they would break if you pinched them.

He cursed his wife.

He thought his wife was "lazy and gluttonous," but before she died, she was able to "enjoy happiness" by eating the fruits and snacks that her son brought home to offer as a sacrifice.

When his wife died, her belly was unusually large, as if she were eight months pregnant—in Zang Jiahe's view, this meant she had "gained weight" and was proof that she had "enjoyed happiness."

He worked hard all his life but never had a good day. Before he died, he fell ill and went hungry for a long time.

He said it was unfair.

Then he remembered that his wife's funeral was simple, with only a straw mat wrapped around her body. He felt that he should take the lead and be one step ahead of her—to prevent this woman from breaking the "rules" and climbing over his head to act arrogantly after death.

Therefore, he held on to his last breath and instructed his son: after he dies, he must hold a grand funeral, not be buried hastily, and use a good coffin and hire a sorcerer.

The young Zang Xiongwu agreed, and only then did he breathe his last.

His father's funeral was a grand affair, which left Zang Xiongwu, who had just come of age, with a large debt, following in his father's footsteps.

Barring unforeseen circumstances, his life will likely continue in the same vein.

This is a microcosm of the lives of ordinary people in the Han Dynasty.

……

All the memories of the past turned into bitter fruit, attacking the mind of Paper Man Zhang.

He felt anger rising within him again, making him restless.

(End of this chapter)