I become a god in another world

Chapter 147

As soon as Zhao Fusheng finished speaking, everyone's eyes focused on Zhuang Laoqi, making him shudder.

"I-I-what's wrong with me?"

He had no memory of the previous situation. He only knew that one moment he was talking about the death of Lady Zhuang Si in Kuai Liang Village, and the next moment he was chained to the ground by Fan Bisheng and Wu Shaochun. His arms were broken and he was in great pain. He was heartbroken.

And his head was wet and there was water on his body, as if he had just been fished out of the river...

Mr. Zhao from the Demon Suppressing Division suddenly said that he wanted to tear off his clothes from the back. You can imagine the fear in Zhuang Laoqi's heart.

Zhao Fusheng almost recovered from the evil ghost, but he turned the corner again.

This ability gave Fan Wujiu great encouragement, even more than the excitement of witnessing her conquering the evil ghosts of the Zhao family in Baozhi County.

He had seen the terrifying scene of Zhao Qiming's ghost resurrecting, and Zhao Fusheng suppressed the ghost. She was far more capable than Zhao Qiming!

This thought stimulated Fan Wujiu's nerves and increased his confidence in Zhao Fusheng.

Upon hearing her words, he even overcame his fear of the evil ghost. Hearing this, without saying anything, he reached out his hand, grabbed Zhuang Lao Qi's clothes, and tore them with all his strength -

"Hiss", the clothes were torn in response.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Zhuang Laoqi.

As soon as their clothes were torn apart, Zhang Chuanshi and Pang Zhixian, who had been sitting with his chest covered before, stood up and stared curiously at Zhuang Laoqi's back.

I saw that he was as skinny as a stick, his back was slightly bent due to years of hard work, and the joints of his bones held up the thin layer of skin like a thorn.

He should always be shirtless because his skin is slightly darker and bronze.

But the most frightening thing was not Zhuang Laoqi's thinness and the slight feeling of moisture on the surface of his skin. In the eyes of everyone, they saw an incredible and shocking scene, which made everyone widen their eyes and dare not say anything for a long time. sound.

……

When the evil ghost revived after Zhao Fusheng's death, Gou Laosi was frightened to death when he saw the ghost appear.

After the evil ghost who gave first and took later disappeared, Gou Laosi faintly woke up.

"Ghost - ghost -"

He screamed as soon as he woke up.

But no one paid attention to him, and everyone in the Demon Suppressing Division surrounded Zhuang Laoqi.

Zhuang Laoqi was uneasy. When he heard his old cousin calling him "ghost", he was frightened and shouted quickly:

"Where is the ghost?"

He was suppressed by Wu Shaochun and could not move at this time. He could only poke his head and look around.

After Zhuang Lao Qiyi shouted, Gou Laosi finally woke up.

In the office hall of the Suppressing Demon Division, as the evil ghosts were re-suppressed, the ghost realm that had not yet completely taken shape gradually disappeared.

The clouds that had previously blocked the sky slowly dispersed, and the sun shone again, dispersing the haze.

Although the light in the hall was dim because Zhang Chuanshi, Wu Shaochun and others had previously closed the door to stop Zhuang Lao Qi, it was enough for Gou Lao Si to see clearly what was going on in the hall.

Li Gui had disappeared, and everyone in the government office gathered around Zhuang Laoqi.

The memory before coma began to recover. Gou Laosi looked at Zhuang Laoqi in horror: "Ghost——"

After he finished shouting, he saw that Zhuang Laoqi's face was frightened. He no longer looked weird as before. He seemed to have regained his consciousness. He quickly sat up again and took two steps forward:

"Old Biao——"

After shouting, his eyes fell on Zhuang Laoqi's back.

Zhuang Laoqi's clothes had been torn open by Fan Wujiu, and a hole the size of a fist was opened under his left shoulder blade.

The skin around the wound was in the shape of burnt red flakes, glowing with strange blood.

The broken hole seemed to be blocked by an invisible membrane, and the scene below the chest could be peeked inside.

The most terrifying thing was that what was inside Zhuang Laoqi's chest was not a beating heart, but rippling black water.

As he spoke, the water gurgled in his chest, but when it hit the skin around the wound, it seemed to be blocked by the red-hot skin fragments and rippled back into his body.

How can a person still speak normally and live without his heart?

Gou Laosi was dumbfounded.

His whole mind went blank, and his body seemed to have been drained of soul. He stared blankly at Zhuang Laoqi.

And his old cousin was completely unaware of his fear at this moment.

Zhuang Laoqi didn't seem to know that his body was strange. He just saw Gou Si shouting "there is a ghost" in fear when he woke up. He was already frightened, and when he heard the word "ghost", he was so frightened that he lost his mind. Gou Si just stared at him blankly, and quickly shouted in horror:

"Old cousin, where is the ghost?"

His face showed an abnormal paleness, and a large amount of water droplets seeped from his forehead, nose, chin, and cheeks. It was unclear whether it was the terrible black water accumulated in his body or the cold sweat he broke out in fear.

These water droplets gradually gathered, forming a small stream that meandered down his cheeks and gathered at his chin, dripping down like a small spring.

As soon as something strange happened to him, he seemed to have forgotten the pain of his broken arm. A pair of arms dropped to the ground in a strange twisting posture, and he turned his head left and right, nervously peering around.

"ghost--"

Gou Laosi's fear hit him again, he rolled his eyes and fell to the ground.

After he fell unconscious, Wu Shaochun also came to his senses - he almost rolled and crawled and released his hold on Zhuang Laoqi. He put his hands on the ground, stepped on the ground with his legs, exerted force on his limbs, and crawled back with his face turned to the sky. , the distance between him and Zhuang Laoqi was instantly widened.

Wu Shaochun once experienced the ghost case in Kotou Village, and he also experienced the ferocity and terror of ghosts.

But if a person is skinned and survives, how can he survive without his heart, lungs, and internal organs?

From the open wound on Zhuang Laoqi's back, we can see that all his internal organs were hollowed out and replaced with a chamber of fishy water, but he himself was completely unaware of it. To onlookers, this was the most disturbing thing. Things people are afraid of.

"He—" Wu Shaochun landed on his butt and stared up at Zhao Fusheng, wanting to ask her: Is Zhuang Laoqi a human or a ghost?

But after he let go, Zhuang Laoqi felt a little at a loss. He slowly sat up and had a look of anxiety on his face. Wu Shaochun forcefully swallowed what he wanted to ask.

He was worried that Zhuang Laoqi was a ghost, and if he asked him, he would anger him, causing him to wake up as a ghost in an instant, and then something more terrible would happen.

"fine."

Zhao Fusheng shook his head at him.

Her eyes fell back on Zhuang Laoqi.

After the ghost mark on his body was suppressed, he seemed to have lost his body's perception, and the area where the butt had been spanked seemed to no longer feel pain.

He also knew nothing about his physical condition.

As he sat up, water could be seen rippling through the hole in his back, but it seemed to be blocked by an invisible force and did not flow out of the body.

Zhuang Laoqi didn't know what was happening on his back. From the expressions of Wu Shaochun and Gou Laosi, he realized that something was wrong.

His face became even more ugly, and the water on his face became faster and faster.

The water droplets seeping out of his pores have turned black with mud, and his face also has a deathly look.

At the same time, the water flow blocked by some strange force in the large hole in his back began to flow rapidly, impacting the mysterious restriction.

'Whoosh - whoosh -'

The sound of water waves kept ringing.

Zhuang Laoqi's expression began to stiffen, and the blue blood vessels on his face stood up high, like intertwined earthworms.

"What's the sound?" He had heard the sound of water and began to feel uneasy.

"..."

What responded to him was Wu Shaochun and others' anxious expressions.

Zhang Chuanshi retreated silently.

Not far away, Gou Laosi collapsed on the ground, motionless, as if dead.

In the hall, silence spread in the air.

At this moment, Zhao Fusheng suddenly sighed:

"What's the sound?" She said calmly:

"You heard wrong."

"I heard water."

Everyone was horrified, and Zhao Fusheng's answer at this time undoubtedly gave Zhuang Laoqi great encouragement.

He wanted to touch his back with his backhand:

"Sir, what's on my back? Am I like Kuai Mancai-"

"You have nothing on your back." Zhao Fusheng shook his head.

"I heard the sound of water." Zhuang Laoqi said uneasily.

As he spoke, the water droplets on his forehead and the sides of his nose gathered into a stream, flowing down his chin, and the "tick-tock" flow flowed to the ground.

"I have so much water——"

He sighed.

Zhao Fusheng said as if nothing had happened:

"You're scared. It's normal to sweat a little more."

She glanced at Wu Shaochun and signaled him not to back down:

"Because you heard that your cousin drowned in Kuai Liang Village before, so you felt uneasy and in a trance, so you had hallucinations and heard the sound of water, right?"

"Is-is that so?"

Zhuang Laoqi asked doubtfully and uneasily.

While speaking, he reached out and scratched his face, and the water droplets on his face were wiped by him, completely soaking his palm, like a palm soaked in water.

"Of course." After Zhao Fusheng finished speaking, seeing that he still didn't believe it, and that there was a sludge-like black dirt seeping out of his sweat, he changed the subject:

"But something did happen in Kuai Liang Village. The ghost case has broken out. It is most likely that the death of your cousin caused the resurgence of the evil ghost and affected Zhuangjia Village."

Zhao Fusheng's half-truths and half-false words immediately stunned Zhuang Laoqi.

Fan Wujiu stared at his back and saw that the wound on his back was expanding due to Zhao Fusheng's words.

He swallowed imperceptibly and glanced at Zhao Fusheng.

"Kuai Mancai was marked by a powerful ghost. After he went to Zhuangjia Village to deliver the news, Zhuangjia Village was also marked by a powerful ghost. Your village was shrouded in heavy fog at that time. We call this situation a ghost domain."

"Ghostland?"

Zhuang Laoqi was startled when he heard Zhao Fusheng's slow explanation, and was no longer as excited as before.

Although he still looked a little scared, he could barely control his emotions.

"Yes. The ghost realm is the place where the evil ghosts will affect after they revive. Heavy fog, early darkness and late light are all characteristics." Zhao Fusheng nodded patiently.

At this time, she swept away the impatience she had felt when talking to Zhuang Laoqi before, and became particularly tolerant of him:

"And you were also marked by a ghost, so your old cousin will be scared when he learns the truth."

"Yes - yes - really?" Zhuang Laoqi murmured.

"Yes." Zhao Fusheng nodded and said:

"In fact, although your old cousin rescued you, he himself has been marked by the influence of the evil ghost." As she spoke, she saw that Zhuang Laoqi couldn't help but reach out and try to touch his back.

After he regained consciousness and stood up, he faced Zhao Fusheng face to face. Zhao Fusheng could not see his back.

But Fan Bisheng happened to be sitting behind him.

It can be seen from the several looks of horror on Fan Bisheng's face that Zhuang Laoqi's hand must have almost touched the hollow in his back.

Zhao Fusheng simply said:

"Well, if you don't believe it, let's take off Gou Laosi's clothes. If you look at his back, you should know what your own back looks like."

As soon as she finished speaking, Zhuang Laoqi breathed a sigh of relief.

There was even a relaxed smile on that terrifying face:

"Okay."

"no!"

"it's not good--"

The opposition came from Zhang Chuanshi and Fan Wujiu.

After the two of them finished shouting, Zhuang Laoqi's happy expression froze. Seeing that his face that had finally stopped leaking started to sweat again, Zhao Fusheng gave the two people a cold look:

"What's wrong? Tear off Gou Laosi's clothes."

She ordered with a tough attitude that would not allow anyone to comment.

Zhang Chuanshi shrank his head, Fan Wujiu was a little scared, and a faint stench began to emit from Zhuang Laoqi's body.

"tear!"

Zhao Fusheng shouted sharply.

After all, she had accumulated a certain amount of prestige. After drinking this, Fan Wujiu suppressed the panic in his heart, subconsciously stood up and knelt down in the direction of Gou Laosi.

He stretched out his hand and paused for a moment on Gou Laosi's back:

"grown ups--"

But what he met was Zhao Fusheng's firm eyes. Fan Wujiu looked back at Zhuang Laoqi - this man was actually a dead man, but for some reason he could still speak and walk, just like ordinary people.

But anyone with a discerning eye could see at this moment that he was already on the verge of the ghost's resurrection. It seemed that as long as someone told him about his own death, he would immediately wake up as a ghost, turn into a ghost and violently hurt people.

Zhuang Laoqi's back was so terrifying that he no longer had a living body.

And Gou Laosi lived and ate with him for a few days, and was also affected by the evil ghost carrier. There was no guarantee that his back would be like his.

If he saw the condition of his old watch's back, he would be greatly stimulated.

But Zhao Fusheng had a tough attitude at this time, and if something really happened, with her as a powerful commander on the scene, what would everyone be afraid of?

When Fan Wujiu thought of Zhao Fusheng's past abilities, he became very courageous. He reached out and grabbed Gou Laosi's clothes from the back, and tore them with all his strength - "Hiss." '

The gray short shirt was torn in response, revealing Gou Laosi's back.

I saw that his back was similar to Zhuang Laoqi. He was also skinny and skinny. The joints of his spine were clearly shaped, pushing up the skin.

But his skin was paler than Zhuang Laoqi's. Under his left shoulder blade, there was a purple-red bruise as big as a fist, as if he had been punched and left a mark.

'call--'

When everyone saw this mark, they breathed a sigh of relief.

Although Zhao Fusheng forced Fan Wujiu to tear off Gou Laosi's clothes, he also guessed that Gou Laosi's contact with the ghost was shorter than Zhuang Laoqi's. Even if he was marked, his situation should be much less serious than Zhuang Laoqi's.

But when she really saw the mark on Gou Laosi's back, her anxious heart returned to her stomach.