I become a god in another world

Chapter 127

Magistrate Pang's first reaction was that a new ghost case had appeared in Wan'an County again!

The mark of the ghost mausoleum in the west of the city was loosened, and among the corpses buried inside, a fierce ghost revived.

The reason why the sky has turned dark earlier in the past two days is related to the ghost case.

It happened that at this time, Zhao Fusheng went to Baozhi County but did not return, and the county was affected by the ghost realm. The officers he sent out to report the news seemed to be possessed by ghosts and could not leave Wan'an County at all.

Pangzhi County was as anxious as an ant on the edge of a pot. When he was extremely anxious, it happened that Zhao Fusheng and his party returned safely at this time.

Because she left quickly and came back quickly, she saw Fan and Fan getting off the car first. Magistrate Pang thought that Zhao Fusheng's handling of the case was not going well this time, but later he heard from her that the ghost case had been solved.

If Wan'an County was not in danger at this time, Pang Zhixian would have asked Baozhi County about the details of the case.

While a few people were talking, the carriage was speeding through the quiet and deserted streets, getting closer and closer to the west of the city.

The further west of the city, the darker the sky becomes, almost to the point where you can't even see.

All the houses in the west of the city were shrouded in darkness, like a monster dormant in the night.

As the carriage traveled westward, the sound of "ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding" became louder and louder.

'Dang——dang——dang——'

The knocking sound seemed to come from all directions, which was so disturbing that it almost drowned out the "tapping" sound of horse hooves.

The carriage was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. As the few people approached the west of the city, they all subconsciously shut up and said no more.

Zhang Chuanshi heard the "dong-dong" heartbeats of himself, Pang Zhixian, and Fan Bisheng. After a while, he felt his mouth was dry, his tongue was dry, and his chest was tight and painful.

He sat stiffly for a long time, his thighs were numb, and he wanted to move his toes, but as soon as he lifted his legs, the clothes made a "squeaking" sound, which scared everyone to the point of breaking out in cold sweat.

"Why are you moving?"

Magistrate Pang complained angrily:

"Scared the hell out of me."

Zhao Fusheng glanced at Pang Zhixian unexpectedly.

Since getting acquainted with the old magistrate, Zhao Fusheng felt that he had a good personality. Although he was sometimes worried, he was always tolerant of the people of the Suppressing Demon Division.

When he mentioned this ghost case in the Demon Suppression Department before, Zhang Chuanshi interrupted him several times and stole his limelight. He was very generous, but now he seemed a little irritable, as if his temper had suddenly become much more impatient.

Zhang Chuanshi was contrary to his usual unwillingness to suffer losses. When Magistrate Pang scolded him, he immediately smiled sarcastically:

"My legs are numb."

Fan Bisheng looked at Zhang Chuanshi with disgust, but he did not get involved in the bickering between the two, but said to Zhao Fusheng:

"Sir, the car is getting slower and slower."

Zhao Fusheng also realized it.

Since half a quarter of an hour ago, the coachman's movements have become slower and slower.

There were copper lamps hung on the left and right sides of the Demon Suppression Division's carriage, and the lamps were filled with oil.

Before setting off, the light was still enough to see, but the farther west we went, the weaker the light became. Now the flame was only the size of a bean dot, and it could only illuminate about half a foot in diameter in front of the front of the car.

As soon as Fan Bisheng finished speaking, the coachman was stunned for a while before speaking:

"S-Sir, I can't see the road clearly."

He seemed to be affected by the ghost realm, and his speech was a little unclear at the moment.

Zhao Fusheng's heart sank and he asked:

"Where are we?"

After she asked, the scene was quiet for a while.

'Dang——dang——dang——'

The knocking sound was mixed with the footsteps of horses dragging the heavy vehicle forward: click, click, click.

The sound of wheels turning was also mixed in, and the breathing of the three people in the car gradually became urgent.

Zhang Chuanshi held the soul book in his arms and shouted:

"Hey, sir, I'm asking you something!"

At some point, the fog became thicker and thicker.

In the dark night, there is a sense of gloom in the air, silence turns into depression, and people's fear is amplified to the extreme at this time.

Before arriving at Guiling, Zhixian Pang felt that his legs were starting to weaken.

Among these mixed noises, accompanied by a "dang" chisel sound, the sound of "gurgling" water suddenly sounded.

It was as if there was a small spring nearby, quietly gushing out.

These strange noises mixed together created an extremely quiet effect. No one answered after Zhang Chuanshi finished shouting.

The shadow of death suddenly enveloped the hearts of several people in the carriage!

The horse pulling the cart slowly took two steps forward, and then seemed to lose the artificial urging, and gradually stopped.

Zhao Fusheng made a prompt decision:

"We'll get off the car here. You should turn the car around immediately and rush back to the Demon-Suppressing Division——"

After saying that, she made a gesture to get up.

But as soon as they got up, Zhang Chuanshi stretched out his hand to hold her:

"My lord, think twice, something is wrong here."

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Zhao Fusheng turned around and scolded him:

"We are here to solve ghost cases. If everything is right here, I won't come!"

Regarding the ghost case, she was not as easy to talk to as usual.

Zhang Chuanshi was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously let go.

The other people in the car did not move. Zhao Fusheng stood up and got out of the carriage. The driver sat stiffly at the front of the car and did not move.

"Come down."

She shouted, and Fan Bisheng and others heaved a sigh of relief, and got out of the car one after another.

Magistrate Pang came last.

He is old and not very courageous. If it were not for his wife who was worried that her family would be marked by evil spirits, she would have been unable to hold on and collapsed in the car.

The four of them got off the carriage and looked around. What they saw was boundless darkness.

Black is like the purest color in the world, polluting all existence.

When your eyes adjust to the darkness, you can see tiny dust beads floating in the air in the endless black mist, and the houses in the distance turn into thicker black shadows, dormant in the distance.

The entire Wan'an County seemed to have become an empty city. No birds or insects could be heard, and no living creatures could be sensed.

"Gah——" Zhang Chuanshi tried to open his mouth and wanted to call out 'Sir', but due to the influence of fear, he only made a mechanical sound when he opened his mouth.

Fortunately no one laughed at him at this time.

Fan Bisheng and Magistrate Pang were extremely frightened.

Pang Zhixian stood against the carriage and tightly held Fan Bisheng's clothes.

Zhao Fusheng's eyes fell on the driver driving the carriage. With the faint light, the four of them could see him sitting there, holding the rope in his hand, his head hanging down. The vehicle had stopped at some point.

He seemed to be asleep.

"Something's wrong."

Zhao Fusheng shook his head and glanced at Fan Bisei.

His skin color was originally slightly darker, but now it turned pale with fear. After receiving Zhao Fusheng's eyes, he swallowed dryly and bravely walked towards the coachman:

"Hey--"

Fan Bisheng reached out and pushed, and the coachman who was sitting in front of the car fell limply.

He landed with a pop, and the place he was sitting on was already stained red.

"Blood! Blood!"

When Zhang Chuanshi saw the blood stains all over the place, his pupils trembled with fear.

The strong smell of blood spread and turned into the shadow of death, shrouding everyone's hearts. "died?"

Zhao Fusheng's heart tightened. She didn't expect that there was no sign beforehand, and someone in the Demon Suppression Division had already been killed in front of her before Li Gui saw it.

Fan Bisheng didn't speak at this moment, and rubbed his hands on his clothes desperately.

It is very strange to touch the body of a person killed by a ghost.

At this time, when a person is about to die, logically speaking, the body should be soft, but the driver died at the hands of a fierce ghost. The body was cold and cool, and it was so hard that it hurt the hands.

Coupled with the influence of the surrounding environment at this time, the reason why Fan Bisheng did not escape was purely because of Zhao Fusheng's prestige.

When Zhang Chuanshi saw the coachman falling down after being pushed by Fan Bisheng, he acted even more cowardly than Pang Zhixian.

His legs were shaking, his pants were shaking rhythmically, and he couldn't stand firmly against the wall of the carriage.

This waste!

Zhao Fusheng was speechless and immediately ordered Magistrate Pang:

"Man Pang, get a lamp and come down."

Magistrate Pang was also scared, but his desire to save his wife gave him unparalleled courage. When he heard Zhao Fusheng's order, he hurriedly responded:

"Ai."

After saying that, he mustered up the courage to walk to the front of the car tremblingly, and raised his hand to pick the copper lamp.

'clang--'

'clang--'

The sound of knocking is endless.

His back was empty, and the cold sweat had already soaked his clothes. Now when the night wind blew, the clothes clung to his vest, which made Pang Zhixian, who was in the ghost land, always feel like there was a ghost sticking to his chest. Standing with your back, the cold wind was blowing at him.

If he hadn't screamed indecently at this moment, he would have cried loudly.

The more panicked he became, the slower his movements became. He took off the lamp several times and still didn't take it off.

Several people spread out a few steps, making Pang Zhixian lose his sense of security.

Fortunately, Fan Bisheng was relieved at this moment.

Compared to the useless Zhang Chuanshi, his performance was undoubtedly much better. When he heard Zhao Fusheng calling Magistrate Pang to get a lamp, he knew that Zhao Fusheng must have deliberately wanted to get a lamp to illuminate.

Either to check the body of the coachman, or to move forward on foot.

Thinking of this, he strode around to the other side of the carriage and bravely went to get the lamp.

The hook joint of the copper lamp seemed to be rusty and had been half-welded to the carriage.

The Demon Suppression Division has just been restarted, and all the items are newly made. At this time, this kind of rust is obviously not normal, and it should be related to this ghost domain.

He took it off a few times and made the lamp clang, but did not take it off.

"Da Fan, please be gentle-"

Every time Zhang Chuanshi heard a knocking sound, he felt terrified and covered his chest with his hands.

Fan Bisheng ignored him and violently took out the lamp.

He was young and strong, and his strength was not comparable to that of a scholar like Pang Zhixian. He took down the copper lamp after a while.

But after holding it, most of the oil in the lamp was spilled, and I'm afraid it won't last long.

When Zhao Fusheng saw him taking out the lamp, he squatted down in front of the fallen coachman.

Her actions confirmed Fan Bisheng's suspicion.

The scene in which the coachman fell to the ground was similar to the previous situation in Vader in the Demon Suppression Division. Both limbs were curled up, as if his hands and feet were restrained by some force, and they were tightened towards the belly.

He will not rest in peace.

Zhao Fusheng ignored his pale face and tore open his arms that were protecting his chest——

The coachman's clothes were soaked with blood and were firmly attached to his cold and stiff body.

Zhao Fusheng carefully peeled off the several layers of cloth that had been soaked with blood, and sure enough, he saw a blood hole the size of a teacup appeared under the clothes.

This hole was dug out from the inside by ghosts using unknown murder methods, and broken bones could be seen under the rolled flesh.

After a while, the blood of the deceased began to coagulate, showing an ominous purple-black color under the light.

At this moment, Magistrate Pang could not take off the lamp for a long time. He was anxious and afraid, and shouted:

"Master Zhang, come and help me."

"..."

Zhang Chuanshi didn't want to work.

But today it was like he was possessed by an evil spirit. Fan Bisheng called him twice. Even Pang Zhi County called him.

If he still stood there, you can imagine that Zhao Fusheng and others would definitely scold him.

Cursing in his heart, he got up and walked to Pangzhi County, complaining as he walked:

"I wonder what's wrong with your old parents. You've read and written so much that you can't even take off a lamp with your hands."

The two of them worked together to pull the lamp, making a clanking sound.

At this moment, Zhao Fusheng heard a thumping sound coming from the bickering between the two people.

Her hand shook, and the coachman's bloody clothes held on her fingertips fell back to the deceased's chest with a 'snap' sound.

"I said you-"

She spoke angrily, and before she finished speaking, Fan Bisheng let out an exclamation:

"Fu, Fufu——"

He seemed to be extremely frightened. For a moment, he couldn't even speak clearly because of the fear.

The back of Zhao Fusheng's head felt cold. He realized that something was wrong and did not bother to look at Zhang Chuanshi. He subconsciously sunk into the list of gods and almost summoned the door god.

A terrible feeling of terror came over her.

But she thought of the door god's wish and the price she had to pay, and she stopped her thoughts abruptly.

She forced herself to calm down.

Zhao Fusheng's personality doesn't like to speculate or imagine. Even if there is a ghost standing behind her, she still has to witness it with her own eyes.

Thinking of this, she turned her head quickly.

Zhang Chuanshi and Pang Zhixian finally worked together and took down the lamp with extraordinary courage amidst Fan Bishi's panicked shouts.

At the same time, the eyes of Zhao Fusheng and the other three people who turned around fell on the dead coachman.

I saw that the driver who had died earlier was moving now.

"..."

"..."

"..."

In the eerie silence of the four people, the dead driver stiffened his neck and raised his head.

His skinny face lost all color, and his eyes glowed with a strange blue light.

The deceased's pupils were dilated, and the four figures could no longer be reflected. There seemed to be an invisible thread on his head, lifting him up.

The strength of those two stiff arms was relieved at some point, and they fell to the ground feebly, like two dragging cloth towels.

His head rose, then his neck, then his chest.

This movement of standing up tore his fatal wound, and large amounts of black-red blood clots that had already condensed poured out of it.

After that, the bones in the dead man's body twisted and crackled, his waist and legs - and then he stood up in a strangely stiff and terrifying posture.

At this moment, Zhang Chuanshi felt that he was so brave for not peeing all over his pants!

‘Gudong. ’

Fan Bi died and swallowed again.

Under the gaze of several people, the dead man stood tremblingly, like a child learning to walk.