I become a god in another world

Chapter 789 Blood Moon Appears

Chapter 789

As the ghost lantern ascends to the heavens, its blood-red light illuminates the earth.

The light pierced the souls of the people wherever it shone.

Zhao Fusheng acted decisively, appearing in the Yellow Springs Opera Troupe.

The troupe leader, Liu Chunquan, stepped forward, intending to 'invite' Zhao Fusheng to sit down and listen to the opera, but before the law could be activated, the ghost lamp in his hand had already been snatched away by Zhao Fusheng.

She held up a lamp in one hand and waved it—the will-o'-the-wisp, enveloped by the malevolent spirit that had been giving before taking, was drawn by the light and rushed into the lamp.

The firelight surged into the lamplight, merging with the will-o'-the-wisps from the same mountain.

Only one pitch-black ghost skin remained on the ground.

Zhao Fusheng casually picked up the will-o'-the-wisp and kicked it into his shadow.

The Investiture of the Gods tells you: You have obtained a ghost skin.

Note: This ghost skin possesses the ability to give first and take later.

Please use the power of the vengeful spirit with caution. When it has absorbed enough resentment and borne too much 'prayer', it may be able to assemble a complete ghost body.

At this moment, Zhao Fusheng had no time to pay attention to the Investiture of the Gods' instructions.

As the will-o'-the-wisp was absorbed into the lantern, strange things suddenly appeared on the ground.

The abyss of hell appeared automatically, and the gates of the sealed capital began to destabilize.

'Clang, clang, clang.'

The gates of hell began to shake violently.

The golden statue of Liu Yizhen, who guarded the Gate of Hell, seemed to be suppressed, and strangely lowered its head.

Liu Yizhen's rule: Suppress all ghosts.

But he was unable to subdue the existence of Emperor Zang.

Taking advantage of the moment when the golden ghost statue lowered its head, black blood suddenly gushed out from the gate of the Ghost Gate.

The black blood blurred the image of the gatekeeper, and the gatekeeper, who had not yet fully recovered, was instantly sealed within the black blood.

'哐哐——'

A chilling wind blew out from hell, and the gates of hell were forcibly opened a crack.

Above the Ghost Gate, the large gilded characters "Sealed Capital Ghost Domain" on the plaque were tainted by an invisible force, and the gold paint was wiped away—upon closer inspection, the plaque actually appeared to have three large black characters: Demon Suppression Division.

The plaque has been turned back in time and has lost its power to ward off evil spirits.

All of this happened in an instant.

When everyone came to their senses, Feng Du suddenly appeared in the world despite Zhao Fusheng's summons.

Black energy surged from Fengdu's face, and in an instant, a blood-red crack appeared on its face—similar to Zhao Fusheng's situation earlier.

Before Zhao Fusheng could make a move, the crack pierced through Feng Du's face.

Just then, the gates of hell were forcibly opened a crack.

At the same moment, countless pale green ghost flames escaped from the Gate of Hell.

In the blink of an eye, the sky was filled with sparks.

Zhao Fusheng summoned the ghost lamp in his hand, and the lamps that had just escaped from the gates of hell were immediately lured into the lamp.

But this measure only addresses the symptoms, not the root cause.

The destruction of the sealed capital's ghost realm is the key to the escape of the vengeful ghosts.

Seeing the blood-red lines on Feng Du's face growing larger, Zhao Fusheng held a lamp in one hand and a command token in the other:
"Zhu Guangling, listen to my command!"

The daytime travel deity Zhu Guangling has appeared in the world.

Guided by Zhao Fusheng, the vengeful ghost headed towards the Ghost Realm of Fengdu.

Wherever the ghost went, it left a trail of footprints.

Before long, the footprint was placed on Fengdu, instantly bringing him back to his senses.

The crack was 'repaired,' and the gates of hell, which had been forcibly opened by a terrifying force, were closed.

The plaque, affected by the 'time reversal' power, was restored to its original state and painted with gold paint; the door god imprints on the Ghost Gate were cleared again.

The vibration disappeared.

But the impending storm did not stop.

In the darkness, distinct droplets of mist tumbled against the dark blue sky, conveying a sense of uneasy tension.

Everyone involuntarily held their breath for a moment.

Fan Da and Xiao Fan, Chen Duozi, Wu Shaochun, Xu Yu, and Kuai Manzhou all moved closer to Zhao Fusheng.

Just then, Wu Shaochun twitched his nose:
"Sir, I smell something—"

He said:
“A smell,” he described: “a strong smell of blood, ink, mineral powder, and… and tanned leather—”

The Kitchen God has a keen sense of smell, so Wu Shaochun's sense of smell won't fail him.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Fusheng immediately said:

"brush."

After she finished speaking, she suddenly looked up at the sky and saw several blue marks that had appeared in the sky at some unknown time.

The marks seemed to have been brushed on, not misty, but rather as if someone had painted them with a brush.

Having been trapped in the Ghost Painting Bureau before, everyone understands the current situation.

"Ghost Painting Bureau?!"

Fan Wujiu exclaimed in surprise:
"But wasn't Paper Doll Zhang already trapped in hell by the adults?"

"Even a centipede with a hundred legs doesn't fall down when it's dead." Zhao Fusheng shook his head: "Zang Junji is trapped in hell."

Her unspoken meaning caused everyone's expressions to change slightly.

Just then, the Ghost Painting Bureau was completed.

The Emperor Zang was revived.

At this point, Zhao Fusheng couldn't tell whether it was Zang Junji or Zang Xiongwu who had been resurrected. In any case, the resurrection of such a powerful ghost was definitely not a good thing.

The vengeful spirits in hell are at its beck and call.

With the power of Emperor Zang, the Ghost Painting Bureau's power has greatly increased.

Chen Duozi caught a glimpse of a building out of the corner of her eye and reminded her:
"Sir, the nine-story lighthouse in Tongshan County has appeared."

Following her gaze, everyone turned their heads and saw a ghost tower slowly appearing in the darkness.

At the same time, Fan Bisi subconsciously turned his head to look into the distance: the old residence of Paper Man Zhang was still there, and the streets of Wan'an County were still there.

But on the street, a faint illusion seemed to overlap: a special circular, semi-enclosed building centered on the Demon Suppression Bureau began to appear before everyone.

This is the street layout of Tongshan County.

A ghost realm and a real world have begun to merge into one.

Zhao Fusheng looked up at the sky, and a phantom of a county town appeared in the air.

The illusion was upside down, like a mirage.

Among them, the nine-story lighthouse is a landmark in Tongshan County, with a unique and distinctive style.

At this moment, the top of the tower appeared in mid-air, with lights shining from the spire, echoing the faintly visible nine-story spire below.

The two seemed to be drawn together by the attraction of light and shadow, slowly drawing closer.

"We must never allow the two phantoms to merge."

Zhao Fusheng said.

When two phantoms meet, something big is bound to happen.

As soon as she finished speaking, intermittent shouts suddenly came from the street:
"seven--"

"July 15th—"

"—Lantern Festival—"

"—The—Tower—Door—Opens—"

The sound seemed to come from the sky or the earth, faint and lingering, and not very clear.

Fan Bisi listened intently:

It's as if it's saying: 'On the fifteenth of July, the door will open.'

"Will the gates of hell open on the fifteenth of July?"

As soon as Fan Wujiu finished speaking, he saw figures moving about on the ground.

The once deserted streets of Wan'an County were now filled with countless moving figures. Each of these figures held a lamp, the flames of which were eerie and capable of taking lives with their flickering light.

"No matter which door is open, ghosts cannot roam freely tonight."

Zhao Fusheng said, and with a light touch of his toes, the shadow of hell rushed into the air, instantly breaking the light and shadow between his head and the top of the nine-story pagoda on the ground.

She stood between the two, holding a lamp in her hand and waving it:
"Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, the flame of the ghost lantern returns to the ghost lantern, and the vengeful spirits of the same mountain return to the same mountain."

Her words seemed to carry a curse.

After she finished shouting, she waved the ghost lamp in her hand, and the light suddenly shone brightly, illuminating the human skin that Magistrate Pang had temporarily left behind.

The light suddenly overwhelmed the thousands upon thousands of lantern bearers walking on the ground.

All the lantern-bearers looked up at the sky, and then, like moths to a flame, they all turned into points of light, like millions of fireflies, and slowly flew towards Zhao Fusheng.

One cluster of firelight, two clusters of firelight, three clusters of firelight—

In an instant, countless sparks flew like shooting stars towards Zhao Fusheng's location and entered the lantern in her hand.

The flames gathered and grew larger and larger.

At first, it was the size of an ordinary lantern, but in a short time it grew to the height of a real person. It continued to grow, and in a short time, it grew to more than ten feet tall.

And the flames continued to grow.

Before the firelight, which gathered all the resentment and evil spirits of the world, Magistrate Pang's human skin seemed to be on the verge of collapse.

Flames burst forth from the eyes, nostrils, lips, and ears of the human skin, burning along the seven orifices to the arm of Zhao Fusheng, who was carrying the ghost lantern.

The fiery poison instantly burned off a patch of her skin.

Da Fan, Xiao Fan, Wu Shaochun, Chen Duozi, and others were still wary of the paper figure Zhang Xianshi and did not pay attention to this small detail.

Even Zhao Fusheng himself, preoccupied with guarding against the resurgence of Emperor Zang, overlooked this slight pain.

Kuai Manzhou, however, was indifferent to the lives and deaths of others, and to her own well-being; she only cared about Zhao Fusheng.

That small burn, which no one else paid attention to, caught her eye.

"Broken light! Broken light!"

The child murmured softly.

A crisscrossing web of ghosts was laid out, with drops of blood flashing on it. Kuai Manzhou's image remained in place, but her consciousness had already attached itself to these drops of ghostly blood, quickly climbing upwards and instantly reaching Zhao Fusheng's side.

"Fusheng, there's a fire."

The child whispered a reminder.

"Hmm?" Zhao Fusheng was not surprised by the little girl's appearance, but at that moment, a bad premonition surged into her heart: bang, bang!
Her heart pounded twice, as if a crisis was about to unfold.

“Manzhou, stay away, Dizang is about to revive.”

As soon as Zhao Fusheng finished speaking, he felt a sudden coolness on the back of his burning hand.

She was startled.

At this moment, Zhao Fusheng did not feel relieved; instead, he felt an inexplicable and chilling fear.

She looked down and saw a pair of small hands placed on the back of her hands.

Kuai Manzhou covered her wrists and the backs of her hands, which were on fire.

The child lay on the lantern, his gaze fixed on the back of her hand. When he saw that he had extinguished the flame, a look of satisfaction appeared on his face.

Zhao Fusheng was horrified to discover that the child's body was beginning to swell up like an inflating balloon.

Inside Kuai Manzhou's belly, a lamp was lit.

Kuai Manzhou was young when the incident happened in Kuailiang Village.

She came from a poor family and was often hungry as a child. She was very thin and small, and although she was seven or eight years old, she looked like she was only five or six.

At this moment, the child's body swelled to dozens of times its original size in a short period of time.

The light inside made her belly appear round, like a full moon.

Above the full moon, the mountain shadows are depicted with lifelike detail.

Pedestrians strolled around inside, as if it were another small world.

"..."

This scene sent chills down Zhao Fusheng's spine.

In an instant, she was overwhelmed by immense fear.

"A full week, a full week—"

She has always been methodical and determined.

No matter how difficult the ghost case was, she could always handle it calmly.

But what he witnessed overturned Zhao Fusheng's will.

She grabbed Kuai Manzhou's hand, and the child's body, like a rising full moon, began to slowly ascend.

Kuai Manzhou was completely unaware of all this. Her gaze fell on Zhao Fusheng, and when she saw that the fire in Zhao Fusheng's hand had gone out, she showed a satisfied expression.

"Manzhou, Manzhou, don't leave me."

Zhao Fusheng called out, his voice trembling slightly.

"I will never leave Fusheng. I love Fusheng the most."

The child replied.

As she spoke, she reached out to hug Zhao Fusheng.

But she couldn't get close!

The large, round belly prevented the two from getting close; the child's tiny arms couldn't even wrap around his own body.

A look of surprise appeared on her face.

When she tried to look down, her neck was stiff and she couldn't move her body smoothly.

"Fusheng——"

In that instant, with Kuai Manzhou's intelligence, she seemed to understand something.

The child's face showed a blank and disappointed expression.

Like Meng Po, she had long since lost interest in living.

After the Kuai Liang Village incident, everyone in the village died, which also took away her will to live.

But the flower that Zhao Fusheng handed over, just like the bouquet she had given to Zhuang Si Niangzi that day, changed the outcome of the matter.

……

The child thought he was not afraid of death, but when he realized he was facing a life-or-death situation, he suddenly felt a faint sense of reluctance.

After she died, did she forget many things?

Kuailiang Village was destroyed.

Zhuang Si Niangzi, the uncles and aunts in the village, Grandpa Kuai Liu—not many people remembered these people originally, but their images only 'lived' in her heart while she was still alive.

If she dies, will it be as Zhao Fusheng said, that when a person dies, it's like a lamp going out, and everything will disappear completely?

Many years from now, the existence of Kuailiang Village will only become a record in the files of the Demon Suppression Division.

People who were once vibrant will only become stiff names.

After she died, she never saw Zhao Fusheng again.

"Fusheng, I'll miss you so much—"

The child said affectionately:
I don't want to forget you—

Before she could finish speaking, Zhao Fusheng immediately suppressed his grief and fear and calmly said:
"I won't let you forget!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she twisted her wrist and grasped the Qiankun Brush in her palm:

"I establish the laws of heaven and earth, and write the rules of hell."

She controls the seventeen levels of hell, and "appoints Kuai Manzhou, the master of the shrine to her, as the guardian of the first level of hell! She opens the path to the Yellow Springs to guide the living, and flowers bloom on the other shore to preserve the souls of the dead."

This is the first time that someone who controls ghosts has been deified.

"Under the blood moon, the guide to the dead, the red spider lilies bloom, and the spirits of the underworld are led."

Investiture of the Gods prompts: Do you want to consume 50 merit points to open a slot on the Investiture of the Gods?

Yes!
The moment Zhao Fusheng had this thought, his merit points were deducted, and his divine position was opened.

The power of hell instantly enveloped Kuai Manzhou's body.

Ghostly phantoms began to appear around her body. The powerful Yin energy instantly suppressed the power of the lamplight within her body, halting her ascent. Then, like a giant moon, she hung in mid-air, her shadow enveloping Zhao Fusheng's body.

(End of this chapter)