I become a god in another world

Chapter 129

Zhang Chuanshi's sudden voice frightened everyone, and the lantern that Magistrate Pang was holding fell to the ground instantly.

Amidst the "clang" sound, the big flame was extinguished by the smashed lamp.

Most of the flames that were not bright enough were extinguished in an instant.

Fan Bisheng's mentality collapsed and he could barely hold the lantern in his hand.

Pang Zhixian's mind went blank, and he almost instinctively wanted to bend down to pick up the lamp.

But his legs were stiff and he couldn't squat down at all.

At this moment, Zhao Fusheng reached out and gave him a hand:

"No need to pick it up, the ghost mausoleum is here."

Her words not only brought extreme fear to people, but in this endless fear, they also seemed to have a strange feeling of relief.

"..."

This feeling is very complicated. Pang Zhixian prides himself on reading poetry and books, but he doesn't know how to describe it.

"Sir-" He was really scared.

As we approach the ghost mausoleum, the clanging sounds all around become even louder.

And there was more than one sound, as if there were several craftsmen hammering away from all directions.

These chisel sounds blended together to form a rhythmic sound that made people feel a dull pain in their chests.

Not only the two elderly people Zhang Chuanshi and Pang Zhixian felt severe pain in their hearts, but even a strong young man like Fan Bisheng felt a sense of breathlessness and suffocation with the sound of chiseling. .

It was as if there was an invisible ghost hand in his abdomen, grabbing his intestines and stirring his internal organs.

'Dang Dang -' the knocking sound sounded.

'Bang bang. '

This is the vibration in the human chest.

And both of them sounded at the same time. Every time there was a vibration, the whole body felt numb, as if it was gradually losing control.

Zhang Chuanshi subconsciously put the soul book on his chest.

The spells on the ghost book instantly crawled along his palms and covered his chest. The ghost spells temporarily suppressed the influence of the ghost's power, allowing him to temporarily escape the danger of life and death.

Among the few people, Zhao Fusheng, who controls the ghost, is in the best condition.

But the chisel sound also made her feel uncomfortable. She glanced at the pale-faced Pang Zhixian and made a quick decision:

"Let's go first to the Ghost Tomb and find the fierce ghost."

Magistrate Pang is just an ordinary person.

He was lucky and did not die quietly at the hands of the ghost like the coachman, but the closer he got to the ghost mausoleum, the worse Pang Zhixian's condition became.

At this moment, he was sweating profusely, holding his chest with his hands and stumbling while walking. Zhao Fusheng glanced at Zhang Chuanshi, who immediately reacted and supported the old county magistrate.

In the darkness, the driver stumbled forward.

In front of him, a broken monument about half a man's height stood.

The fracture at the tip of the stele looked like the teeth of a monster in the darkness. The body of the stele was completely black, with two large blood-red characters engraved on it: Cemetery!

"Blood - bleeding!"

Zhang Chuanshi suddenly shouted urgently.

His shouting made Zhao Fusheng's heart tighten, and he subconsciously looked at him and Magistrate Pang.

But he saw Pang Zhixian panting, his lips were pale, and his hair was messed up. The scarlet robe he was wearing could not be seen to be stained with blood.

But he was covering his chest with his hands, his fingers were pale, but there was no blood between his fingers.

When Zhao Fusheng was confused, Zhang Chuanshi whispered:

"The stele bleeds."

Everyone looked at the stone monument hurriedly, and even Pang Zhixian, who was out of breath, raised his head.

Zhao Fusheng winked at Fan Bisheng. Fan Bisheng composed himself and stepped forward with the lamp that was about to go out.

I saw that the fonts on the stone tablet were carved inward, and they were painted with red paint when they were carved, which made them stand out against the black tablet.

However, the evil spirit is very strong in the ghost realm, and a large amount of dew has accumulated here. The water droplets gather together and flow down the red paint, making it look like blood is flowing out of the stone tablet.

Fan Bisheng had the courage to reach out and touch the monument. His palms suddenly became wet. He shook his head:

"It's not blood, it's water drops."

Everyone was in false alarm.

Zhang Chuanshi breathed a sigh of relief, but was afraid that Zhao Fusheng would scold him and make a fuss. When he was worried, he put the dying Pang Zhixian on his shoulders to redeem himself.

"Don't delay, go inside."

Zhao Fusheng did not waste any time outside. She turned back and glanced at Fan Bisheng:

"What is the layout of the ghost mausoleum?"

Fan Bishui shook his wet hands:

"The entrance to the ghost mausoleum is simple. If you walk about ten feet further, you can see the entrance to the cemetery."

Zhao Fusheng nodded:

"go!"

The road into the Ghost Tomb is paved with bluestone, but it seems that not every stone brick under the ground is smooth.

Some of them feel swaying as soon as you step on them, as if grass roots are pressed underneath them. When you step on them, they make a sound like the grass is being crushed. Together with the constant chiseling sounds of "ding-ding-dang-dang-dang" all around, it looks particularly weird.

Zhao Fusheng walked in front, Zhang Chuanshi followed behind, supporting Pang Zhixian, who was extremely angry. Fan Bisheng walked at the end, looking around vigilantly.

At this time, there was only one lamp illuminating the four people, and the light was getting weaker and weaker. Even though Fan Bisheng took care of it carefully, the flame of the lamp gradually shrank, and in the end it could only illuminate the surroundings of the lamp body.

"grown ups--"

He saw that the cotton thread in the lamp flame burned out quickly, leaving only the last spark. With Fan Bi's death cry, the flame went out with a 'pop'.

Only a little red light flashed twice, and finally the four of them fell into darkness.

"..."

'Boom, boom, boom. '

The heartbeats of several people began to beat crazily against their chests.

The coming of darkness frightened Pang Zhixian, who was about to die.

He stood up straight and didn't need Zhang Chuanshi to carry him:

"Am I blind?"

Zhang Chuanshi cursed:

"How dare you, a man named Pang, trick me into carrying you away——"

"I'm not--"

"Okay, stop arguing."

Zhao Fusheng gave a sharp shout.

'Ding ding ding——'

'Dang Dang Dang——'

'Ding, Dang——'

The chaotic chiseling sounds came from all directions and merged into a wave of sound that impacted everyone's eardrums.

For a moment, after losing the firelight to guide the way, everyone seemed to be in a trance due to the strange chiseling sound, as if they had lost their direction in an instant.

I don’t know which direction I came from, and I don’t know where the entrance to the ghost mausoleum is.

After a while, Zhao Fusheng forced himself to calm down and moved his toes.

The toes of the shoes were already a little wet.

There was a heavy evil atmosphere in the ghost realm, and her cloth shoes had already been soaked through. Her feet stepped on the ground hard, and after a long time, they felt cold and numb, and there was a faint sting when she moved.

Although he could not see clearly the direction around him, Zhao Fusheng used his toes as a guide and said:

"Brother Fan mentioned before that the entrance to the Ghost Tomb is about ten feet past the monument." Her voice sounded in the darkness.

Different from the tense and slightly short breathing sounds of several people, her voice was calm, and her breathing could hardly be heard as wheezing, making her appear a little indifferent.

But this kind of indifference happened to calm everyone's panic, making everyone's panic-stricken mentality gradually stabilize again after losing the light.

"I have calculated that we have walked about 20 to 30 steps. Based on my height, it is about 6 or 7 steps per foot. In other words, we are already halfway forward."

At this moment, Zhao Fusheng was still so calm, and everyone seemed to have found a backbone, and they all nodded.

"Let's go forward. It's just that it's dark here and we don't have lights. In order to prevent mistakes, everyone holds each other's hands." Zhao Fusheng ordered.

"it is good."

Zhang Chuanshi was the first to respond.

He put the Book of Souls and Life into his arms and stretched out a hand to the side:

"Big Man, hold me back." After saying that, he stretched out his free hand to the other side:

"Da Fan also held me back."

The three of them grabbed each other, but felt something was wrong. Fan Bisheng and Pang Zhixian quickly let go, trying to hold Zhao Fusheng's hand.

"Don't hold my hand, pull my clothes."

Zhao Fusheng avoided:

"I have something to hold in my hands."

She had one hand free to hold the ghost arm, and the other hand was always ready to take out the money to buy her life from hell.

Fan Bisheng and Magistrate Pang had no choice but to hold her by the hem.

Several people moved forward slowly.

Although there was only half the way left, after losing the light, it was impossible to see even one's fingers, and the short distance of a few feet seemed extremely long.

'Ta, tap, tap——'

I don't know since then, the footsteps around me have become heavier and louder, as if there are other 'passers-by' in the darkness, following the four of them.

Zhang Chuanshi felt more and more uneasy, and the silent atmosphere turned into a mountain, firmly pressing on his heart.

"Big Man?"

He called out tentatively.

"me--"

Pang Zhixian's response came quickly. Zhang Chuanshi breathed a sigh of relief. Before he asked again, Fan Bisheng said:

"I'm still here too."

Zhang Chuanshi still felt scared and asked again:

"Where is your lord?"

As he spoke, he loosened his grip on Fan Bisheng's hand and wanted to touch the corner of Zhao Fusheng's clothes.

Fan Bisheng immediately yelled:

"Old Zhang, are you going crazy?"

As soon as Zhang Chuanshi let go of his hand, he immediately regretted it and quickly stretched it back again, smiling apologetically:

"I was wrong."

His hand went to hold Fan Bi's dying hand again:

"Da Fan, don't be angry. I'm just scared. I want to touch the corner of your clothes to strengthen your courage." After saying that, he felt something was wrong again:

"Hey, Da Fan, why are your hands so cold?"

He shuddered:

"Did I pull the wrong one?"

When Fan Bisheng was speaking, the hand he stretched out to grab was also pulled by one of his hands. Hearing this, he said angrily:

"No! I grabbed you too."

After saying that, I felt something was wrong:

"You said my hands were cold, but I think your hands are even colder."

Their hands had been sweating, and they had felt unbearably damp when they held each other. Now, as soon as they let go and touched each other again, they felt that their hands had no warmth at all and were slightly stiff.

"do not talk."

Zhao Fusheng gradually stopped:

"We may be close to the entrance of the Ghost Tomb."

Her words made several people feel shocked.

But at this moment, Fan Bisheng and Zhang Chuanshi said in unison:

"Man Pang, what are you doing?!"

"Old Zhang, what are you doing?!"

Pang Zhixian and Fan Bisheng pulled the hem of Zhao Fusheng's clothes. At this time, they immediately sensed that Zhao Fusheng had stopped.

As soon as she stopped, Magistrate Pang and Fan Bisheng stopped at the same time.

At this time, various noises around him confused people's perception. Zhang Chuanshi was unable to get information from the sounds, and could only perceive Zhao Fusheng's actions from the actions of Pang and Fan.

"I, what's wrong with me?"

Magistrate Pang spoke with some fear and grievance.

"Why did you stop suddenly?"

Zhang Chuanshi cursed: "Did you know that the people in this place are so scary?"

The surroundings are full of "ding-ding-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-knocking and 'tat-tat' footsteps. These sounds are extremely disturbing and should have caused a noise. However, because they are too frequent and noisy, they have instead formed a similar sound. The white noise-like effect brings out the eerie feeling of silence here.

Zhang Chuanshi spoke again at this time just to embolden himself.

"My lord has stopped." Pang Zhixian said.

"The adults have stopped, Lao Zhang, why are you moving forward?"

Fan Bi said dissatisfied even if he died.

The hand he held pulled him forward. While talking, he tried his best to pull 'Zhang Chuanshi' to stop, but Zhang Chuanshi's strength was surprisingly strong.

"I'm not leaving, I'm being pulled by you..."

Zhang Chuanshi said in horror.

As soon as he finished speaking, Fan Bisheng fell silent for a moment.

The two of them thought of something and let go at the same time with great understanding.

As soon as they let go of their hands, footsteps sounded beside them: "Ta-ta, tap-ta." '

There seemed to be two 'people' slowly walking past everyone.

Zhang Chuanshi and Fan Bisheng rubbed their palms desperately on their bodies, wishing they could peel off a layer of skin from their palms.

……

Zhao Fusheng ignored these people.

They were talking lively at this time, which proved that they were in good spirits.

The closer you get to the ghost mausoleum, the stronger the sense of coercion brought by the fierce ghosts becomes.

She carefully took another step forward. Fan Bisheng and Pang Zhixian, who had experienced the shocking incident just now, sensed her movements and screamed in fright.

"Don't make trouble."

Zhao Fusheng's heartstrings were tense at this moment.

Every time she handles a ghost case, although she has the list of gods in hand, she is actually gambling with her life and cannot relax at all.

"I'm moving forward."

After she explained, the two men's breathing suddenly became quieter, and they also moved a step forward.

Fan Bisheng and Zhang Chuanshi didn't dare to reach out and pull people around at this moment. They would rather have a free hand than pull an unknown ghost in the dark.

But Zhang Chuanshi was too scared.

Based on the position of Zhao Fusheng's words, he summoned up the last courage to stretch out his hand, touched her back vest, and grabbed her clothes tightly, not daring to let go.

The clothes carried the warmth of a living person's body. This temperature dispelled the haze he had felt when he was locked with the ghost's hand, and made him feel relieved.

Zhao Fusheng did not scold him at this time.

She led everyone to take two more steps forward, and her vision suddenly became clearer.

At one moment, there was endless darkness around them, as if the four of them were in an abyss. At the next moment, several people stepped into the scope of the ghost mausoleum at the same time. The power of darkness seemed to be affected by the remaining power of the ghost seal here. The black that interfered with the vision of the four people. The fog suddenly dissipated a lot.

The four of them were unable to see at all before, but now they can barely see their surroundings.

Pang, Fan, and Zhang were seen grabbing Zhao Fusheng's clothes in embarrassed postures, and the four of them stood at the entrance of the ghost mausoleum.

The entrance seemed very lively at this time.

Countless people with dull expressions were standing in front of the gate of the Ghost Tomb, tightly surrounding the stone pillars on one side.

The faces of these 'people' were pale, and the black energy in their eyes spread, blocking all the whites of their eyes.

A blood hole the size of a fist was opened on each person's chest, and their clothes were soaked with blood.

The coachman who had died at the hands of the ghost before was also among this group of people. Everyone was holding something in their hands and digging somewhere on the stone pillars of the ghost mausoleum.