I become a god in another world

Chapter 149

Zhang Chuanshi was sitting in the car with his legs crossed, not daring to breathe, and looked at each other with Zhuang Laoqi sitting opposite.

This old man is usually greedy for life and afraid of death. He loves money and hates hard work. Usually when he hears that he is asked to work, he tries every means to avoid it.

At this time, when he heard that Zhao Fusheng asked him to drive, he showed a happy expression, as if a good thing had come from heaven. He stood up in great joy:

"I knew the adults would take care of me."

He ducked out of the car and sat firmly in the driver's seat.

Zhao Fusheng also got into the carriage.

At this time, everyone in the car turned to look at her. There was a faint smell of corpse mixed with the stench of stagnant water in the car.

The carriage was a bit damp and stuffy, as if beside a pond at night in midsummer, with a terrifying and unsettling atmosphere.

Since the Demon Suppression Division got on the right track, the carriage in the division's mansion has been repeatedly modified, and now it can accommodate at least ten people.

The seats belong to both sides, but all the people who went to Kuai Liang Village this time, including Gou Laosi, sat on the right side of the carriage with great tacit understanding, while Zhuang Laoqi sat alone on the left On the side, he seemed to be a little scared and uneasy.

Although everyone said nothing, their rejection of him was obvious, and there was fear in their eyes.

In such an atmosphere, Zhuang Laoqi's face looked a little bad. The underside of his eyelids and lips gradually turned black and blue, and the whites of his eyes began to become chaotic, making his whole person even more scary.

Wu Shaochun, Fan Wujiu and Gou Laosi huddled in a row unconsciously, shivering and not daring to breathe.

"..."

As soon as Zhao Fusheng got into the car, everyone turned around and stared at her.

Wu Shaochun winked at her and motioned for her to sit on one side of the crowd.

Fan Wujiu said nothing. Gou Laosi lowered his eyebrows and looked at his nose and heart, also pretending to be dead.

Zhuang Laoqi's situation is even worse.

There were already corpse spots on his face, and anyone who looked at him would know that he was no different from a dead person.

His eyes were covered with a smooth gray-white film, which made his eyes look as if they had deteriorated. When he stared at them, he felt terrified.

At this time, Zhuang Laoqi was panicked and scared.

After his physical death, he lost his perception of pain and seemed to be unable to smell the corpse odor on his body. However, he felt the rejection and fear shown by Gou Laosi, Fan Wujiu and others towards him.

This made him very uneasy.

After seeing Zhao Fusheng get into the car, he rolled his eyes with difficulty and cast his gaze on Zhao Fusheng, with a cold look of expectation mixed with anxiety and a hint of ferocity on his face.

The two sides stood in silence for a long time.

Zhao Fusheng bent his legs and waist, looked around a few times, and finally chose to sit down next to Zhuang Laoqi.

"Goo-"

Zhuang Laoqi breathed a sigh of relief visibly, and the ferocity on his face instantly turned into a look of joy and gratitude.

Zhao Fusheng, as if nothing had happened, reached out and patted his arm:

"Sit closer and don't squeeze me."

"Gu-yes yes yes."

He was scolded, but he felt very happy - especially when everyone was avoiding him. The more Zhao Fusheng looked normal, the more at ease Zhuang Lao Qi felt in his heart.

"Sir, Gu, sit here -"

Zhuang Laoqi moved aside. There was a very obvious mark of sewage on the place where he sat, exuding a foul smell.

Zhao Fusheng seemed not to notice and sat down. Opposite Wu Shaochun showed an obvious look of sympathy in his eyes.

"Sir, why don't we change positions -" he said bravely.

Zhao Fusheng saved his life. He remembered his kindness and decided to sacrifice himself very loyally.

When Zhuang Laoqi heard this, his eyes flashed fiercely.

"Sit on your seat honestly, I know better."

Zhao Fusheng replied.

Wu Shaochun still wanted to speak, but the smile on Zhuang Laoqi's face fell and he stared at him coldly.

The smell of corpses in the car was even stronger.

At this moment, Zhang Chuanshi drove the horses outside and made the carriage move forward slowly. The vehicle drove out of Baoding Lane, where the Zhenmo Division belonged. He suddenly slapped his forehead:

"broken!"

Zhao Fusheng held his breath carefully, but the stench followed her like a shadow, as if entering her body along the pores of her body.

She didn't die from the previous ghost's resurgence, but she was almost suffocated to death by this smell.

Several other people in the car also had pale faces, but did not dare to say a word.

"grown ups."

Zhang Chuanshi shouted, but when he didn't hear Zhao Fusheng's response, he couldn't help shouting again with increased volume:

"grown ups?"

He turned his head, revealing half of his face in profile, with his eyes still staring ahead.

Zhao Fusheng struggled to squeeze out a sentence from between his teeth:

"what's up?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt like she was suffocating.

The corpse odor was sucked in through her open mouth, making her want to retching.

Zhang Chuanshi was sitting outside and was completely unaware of this. He only felt that something was wrong with her tone.

After thinking that he had not made any mistakes today, he boldly spoke:

"Sir, we should have brought the people arranged by Da Fan into the car just now. How do we get to Kuai Liang Village?"

He only knew the way out of the city, but he didn't know which direction Kuai Liang Village was after leaving the city.

"What's so difficult about this?" Zhao Fusheng exhaled quietly, trying not to arouse Zhuang Laoqi's doubts and acting as if nothing had happened:

"Just let Zhuang Laoqi sit next to you and show you the way."

"..."

This moment shocked Zhang Chuanshi so much that he almost fell off the carriage. He was shocked and was about to refuse, but Zhao Fusheng did not give him a chance and turned to Zhuang Laoqi and said:

"You are familiar with the road to Kuai Liang Village. Go and give directions to Lao Zhang."

"what?"

Zhuang Laoqi opened his mouth in confusion, his face uncertain.

Zhao Fusheng pretended to be impatient:

"That's why I brought you and Gou Si. In addition to the fact that you two were marked by the evil ghost, it's also because you are familiar with the roads of Zhuangjia Village and Kuailiang Village. Don't waste time and go quickly."

"Yes Yes……"

Upon hearing her urging, Zhuang Laoqi responded quickly, but stood up slowly.

"My lord, you——"

Zhang Chuanshi became anxious upon hearing this.

Everyone knew that Zhuang Lao Qi was in a strange situation, and he escaped just because he didn't want to be in the same room with Zhuang Lao Qi.

I thought that this trip to Kuai Liang Village was a good job, but if Zhao Fusheng drove the ghost out, wouldn't he have to accompany the ghost throughout the whole journey?

He cried with a mournful face:

"Sir, spare my life——"

"Don't talk nonsense. What will it cost you to catch a train?"

Zhao Fusheng warned him:

"Do your job well and don't mess it up. I can't forgive you."

Zhang Chuanshi heard the implication behind her words and immediately dared not speak out.

After Zhuang Laoqi got up, he got out of the car and sat on the driver's seat next to Zhang Chuanshi.

His body was cold and lifeless, and the moment he got closer to Zhang Chuanshi, a large amount of moisture came from his body, soaking the two people's arms together. Zhang Chuanshi turned his head subconsciously, and then saw a pale to yellow face, with a large number of green shadows under the eyes, which looked very scary.

"..." His body trembled.

He used all his strength to swallow back the scream.

Zhuang Laoqi gave him a friendly grin. The gaps between his teeth were covered with dark mud and sand. The nameless black water flowed down the corners of his mouth, soaking the clothes he had just taken off from Fan Wujiu. wet.

"Brother, listen to me, don't laugh."

Zhang Chuanshi was so horrified that he still freed up a hand to lift Lao Qi's chin, pushing his chin back forcefully, forcing his lips to tighten.

"You don't look good when you smile, I don't like it."

"Yes, Gu."

Zhuang Laoqi seemed to still maintain a certain way of thinking that he had when he was alive, and he also had a certain degree of awe for the 'big shots' of the Demon Suppression Division like Zhang Chuanshi.

When he heard what he said, he pressed his lips together as hard as he could: "My father said the same thing."

After saying that, he smiled fawningly at Zhang Chuanshi, and then the black water flowed out. He realized that he had 'smiled' again, and hurriedly covered his lips, showing a fawning look at Zhang Chuanshi.

"Driving a car is a delicate job and there can be no mistakes. You just need to show me the way and don't talk to me along the way, okay?"

Zhang Chuanshi asked calmly.

"Cheng-gu."

Zhuang Laoqi let go and answered, but as soon as he spoke, he saw Zhang Chuanshi frowning and glaring at him. He quickly covered his mouth again and nodded desperately to show his sincerity.

Zhang Chuanshi breathed a sigh of relief, turned his fear into strength, and drove the carriage.

After Zhuang Laoqi left the carriage, most of the suffocating stench dissipated, and everyone let out a long sigh of relief.

Along the way, Zhuang Laoqi performed well and sat quietly next to Zhang Chuanshi.

Everyone was silent for about half an hour. After the carriage drove out of Wan'an County, Gou Laosi was the first to break the silence:

"Sir, did a ghost case really happen in Kuai Liang Village? Did cousin Zhuang, fourth cousin, really turn into a ghost?"

When the word 'ghost' was mentioned, Gou Laosi felt a little uneasy.

At this time, Zhuang Laoqi was nothing more than a 'ghost', and this ghost was still sitting quietly on the front of the car, putting great psychological pressure on others.

At some point, the tightly sealed wound on his back began to leak.

It was as if the invisible film could no longer block the rippling water inside his body. The water dripped down his vest, soaking his clothes and leaving an obvious water mark.

The "tick-tick-tick" sound was all over the road as the carriage passed by.

Zhao Fusheng looked at Zhuang Laoqi's back with a serious face and frowned.

When Gou Laosi was talking, Zhuang Laoqi, who had been sitting motionless in silence like a dead man, suddenly raised his head.

He seemed to want to turn his head, but this movement caused the water in his body to flow faster and more urgently.

"Has my cousin really turned into a ghost? Sir? Does she really want to kill me?"

He seemed a little confused:

"My cousin is a few years older than me. She also hugged me when I was little. How could this happen?"

"What is impossible in this world?"

Zhao Fusheng responded lightly.

"But, this is not fair, my lord——"

Zhuang Laoqi was a little aggrieved.

When he said this, there was even a hint of resentment. Zhao Fusheng raised his head and looked at him strangely. He always felt that when Zhuang Laoqi said this, he seemed to have some understanding of his true situation and was quite unwilling.

She did not speak.

Zhuang Laoqi said again:

"I spoke for her when she was not married. How could it harm me?"

He seemed to be hiding a lot of grievances in his heart, as if he was afraid that if he didn't say it now, he would never have the chance to say it in the future.

Zhao Fusheng didn't ask any questions, he just kept talking:

"My uncle's family has four daughters and two sons. My cousin is the fourth in the family. She has two sisters and one brother at the top, a sister and a brother at the bottom."

As the saying goes, a father loves his eldest son and a mother loves her youngest son.

The Fourth Lady Zhuang was caught between her brothers and sisters, and was a child who was neglected by her family.

People in this era were extremely poor, and having many children at home meant heavy taxes. Zhuang Laoqi's uncle and parents worked hard every year, but they still lived in extreme hardship.

The sun rises every day and the sun sets before sunset, but even so, with six children in the family, Zhuang Lao Qi's uncle and aunt are still heavily in debt, so the couple is very grumpy.

"How is your uncle's relationship with your parents?" Zhao Fusheng asked.

"There are some fights, but we can still get by."

Zhuang Laoqi was very happy when he heard Zhao Fusheng's answer and said:

"My uncle sometimes beats people when he is irritable, and he often beats my aunt. When my aunt is beaten, sometimes she is in a bad mood, so she beats the children."

Wu Shaochun and others were used to it, and even Gou Laosi thought it was normal. On the contrary, Fan Wujiu showed a hint of surprise after hearing this.

"Was your cousin beaten?" Zhao Fusheng asked again.

"My cousin was beaten the most."

The Fourth Lady Zhuang was neither the eldest daughter nor the youngest daughter. Caught in the middle was her young age, which was the most embarrassing situation in the family.

A child from a farm family is not a treasure. She has to help the family work from dawn to dusk at a very young age. If she is a little slow, or if her parents don't get her way, she will be beaten.

He is always on tenterhooks every day and has a docile and introverted temperament, which earned him the reputation of being virtuous.

"I remember one year—"

Zhuang Laoqi was very talkative, and before Zhao Fusheng could ask more questions, he took the initiative to mention an old incident.

But after his physical death, his mind was not very bright, and it was very difficult to recall some things. He paused for a while, and then hesitantly said:

"I remember it was when I was young, but what year was it? Why can't I remember it?"

After speaking, he slapped his head hard.

There was a "squeaking" sound in his head, and each slap was like slapping a ripe melon. Zhao Fusheng listened to the "squeaking" sound with fear, fearing that his head would be shattered if he slapped it down. At that time, blood-red and white liquid exploded everywhere.

She glared at Gou Laosi and winked at him.

It was Gou Laosi who first started the conversation, so naturally he had to smooth things over.

Gou Laosi was restless and saw Zhuang Laoqi slapping his head hard. Every time he slapped his eyelids, his eyelids twitched violently. After receiving Zhao Fusheng's look, he bravely said:

"Old, old cousin, what's going on?"

As soon as he spoke, Zhuang Laoqi immediately became very happy:

“Old Biao—yes, Biao, you were there at that time.”

"It was that year, that year, my cousin married my daughter, do you remember-"

"Oh——" Gou Laosi's mind was very bright. As soon as he reminded him, he immediately remembered:

"It happened when we were eight years old."

The two cousins ​​are not much different in age. Although they are not close relatives, they have played well since childhood because they are similar in age and have similar temperaments.

Over the years, the childhood sweethearts grew up together and met to work in the county town——

I thought this was just a short trip to make money, but after a casual joke, Zhuang Laoqi suddenly died unexpectedly.

"Old Biao——"

Gou Laosi thought about the past, his eyes suddenly turned red, tears burst out of his eyes, and he lost control and shouted.