I become a god in another world

Chapter 155

The steps seemed to have been dug out artificially with a hoe. They were about a foot wide and could only accommodate one person. There were dense thorns and grass on both sides.

Wu Shaochun said:

"I'll go ahead."

He took the lead and Zhao Fusheng took the second place. Before going down the stairs, she accidentally turned her head and glanced in the direction behind where Zhuang Laoqi died.

From Zhao Fusheng's perspective, Zhuang Laoqi's bones in the distance could no longer be seen clearly, but the flowers blooming on his bones were as red as blood, making them stand out in this gloomy and gloomy village.

The origin of this flower is strange and its purpose is unknown.

But judging from the circumstances of Kuai Mancai's death, Zhuang Laoqi's death is not a special case. In other words, the strange black and red flowers are inseparable from the ghosts. It's just that no one has yet found the connection between the flowers and the ghosts. .

Zhao Fusheng composed herself. She turned around and followed Wu Shaochun, followed by Gou Laosi, Zhang Chuanshi, and Fan Wujiu at the end.

The group of people descended the sloping grass slope and saw the yellow sand river rolling down about ten feet away.

The sound of the water flow was loud, the raging river rolled up big waves, and countless fine water mist turned into drizzle and splashed around the river bank.

After everyone took a few steps forward, they felt a large amount of water vapor being sprayed on their heads and faces, making them feel chilly and chilly to the bones.

Wu Shaochun wiped his face and was stunned:

"Sir, what should I do?"

Zhao Fusheng also looked troubled.

The river is very fast. Not to mention small boats, even larger boats may not be able to move forward smoothly on this river. If not handled well, the boat may capsize and sink.

If ghosts come, she has the help of the door god and the merit points to control the ghosts and resolve disasters, but there is nothing she can do to deal with such natural disasters.

"Let's take a look at the situation first. I always feel that there is something evil about this water."

When Zhao Fusheng said this, he turned around to look at Gou Laosi:

"Gou Si, you have come to Zhuangjia Village a lot. Is this Shangjiajiang branch like this in the past?"

She originally wanted to ask if the river had flowed so fast before, but the moment Zhao Fusheng turned around, her pupils dilated instantly, with a hint of horror on her face, and she looked at Zhang Chuanshi, who was walking behind Gou Laosi.

Zhang Chuanshi was tiptoeing over Gou Laosi's head and looking towards the river.

He saw that the waves of the river were so violent that they frightened Zhao Fusheng, and he was secretly happy, thinking that the group might not be able to go to Kuai Liang Village today.

This is exactly what Zhang Chuanshi wanted!

The ghost case in Kuai Liang Village is so serious that Zhao Fusheng is not sure. Everyone who goes there will have a bad outcome.

It would be great if we could return home here. As for the spread of ghost cases in the future, that is a matter of the future.

He felt that Zhao Fusheng turned his head to talk to Gou Laosi, and his eyes seemed to fall on him. He couldn't help but look past Gou Laosi's body, took a step to the side, and said:

"Sir, why don't we go back and get in the carriage-"

Before he finished speaking, he saw the uncontrollable look of surprise in Zhao Fusheng's eyes.

She seemed to have seen something extremely strange.

Zhang Chuanshi's heart skipped a beat.

He had not been dealing with Zhao Fusheng for more than a day or two, and he knew her character well, and she was definitely not someone who made a fuss.

Even today in the Demon Suppressing Division, when Zhuang Lao Qi was suddenly possessed by a powerful ghost, she remained calm and composed. The strange look in her eyes at this time meant that something strange must have happened to her.

Zhang Chuanshi was panicking. Just when he didn't know what was happening to him, Fan Wujiu behind him suddenly took a step forward, pointed at him in surprise and said:

"Old Zhang, why are you holding this unlucky thing?"

"Holding? What are you holding?"

Zhang Weishi responded uneasily.

While he was speaking, he looked down - he saw his hands folded in front of his chest. A blood-red flower with its slender buds was sandwiched between his thumb and palm, held flat in front of his chest.

The outer edge of the petals of the flower is so red that it is almost black, and it blooms in layers. It exudes a strange smell, which is sweet but not sweet, fishy but not fishy.

This is clearly the ghost flower he picked from the corpse of Zhuang Laoqi!

But Zhang Chuanshi took it off and threw it away immediately. After that, Zhao Fusheng looked at his back and found no ghost mark. He also found no clues when he checked Zhuangjia Village along the way. When did the ghost flower reappear in his palm? I didn't notice it at all?

The more Zhang Chuanshi thought about it, the more frightened he became, and he immediately threw the flower to the ground with both hands.

After throwing it away, I felt something was wrong, so I quickly stepped forward, pulled my sleeves, wrapped the flower stems and picked them up, walked quickly to the river, and threw the flowers into the river.

The surging river water swept the flower into the undercurrent. In an instant, the bright red was submerged by the yellow water, and it quickly rushed downward, gradually moving away from Zhang Chuanshi's field of vision.

"call--"

He was greatly relieved.

Zhang Chuanshi shook his arm because his forearm was sore because he threw the flowers too hard before.

He saw the flowers being swept away by the current with his own eyes, but he still felt uneasy, so he quickly came back and turned his back to Zhao Fusheng:

"Sir, help me look at my back again."

After saying that, he tore his clothes apart again.

I saw that his back was clean and there was still no trace of the purple ghost mark. Zhao Fusheng said:

"There is no ghost mark."

This time Zhang Chuanshi obviously relaxed a little more and put on his clothes:

"That's good."

He turned around unnaturally:

"This flower is really weird. I threw it into the water now. I don't believe it is so evil and will come back to my hands."

Although he said this, he was obviously still not completely relieved. He turned his head and looked in the direction of the river, rubbing his hands constantly, unable to feel completely calm in his heart.

"Don't worry, Lao Zhang, it should be fine."

Fan Wujiu saw that he looked worried, his right leg stretched out diagonally was shaking, and the sole of his foot was stepping on the sand and gravel on the ground, so he comforted him.

But it was okay that Fan Wujiu didn't speak. As soon as he spoke, Zhang Chuanshi was suddenly filled with anger:

"You still dare to say that! If you, a plagued little calf, hadn't harmed me and asked me to catch and pick the flowers, would I have gotten into trouble with this evil thing?"

The more Zhang Chuanshi talked, the angrier he became, pointing at Fan Wujiu and scolding:

"If I die, the devil will immediately revive and kill you first."

"Ghost cases are your responsibility. If you revive as a ghost, I will kill you first!" Fan Wujiu refused to admit defeat and immediately pushed back.

"Hey! You little bitch-"

"..."

Zhao Fusheng was speechless, Wu Shaochun was at a loss, and shouted awkwardly from the side:

"Stop arguing."

"Shut up, everyone!"

Zhao Fusheng couldn't bear it anymore and clenched his fists:

"What time has it been? The quarrel is endless."

"Sir—" Zhang Chuanshi felt aggrieved and was about to speak when Zhao Fusheng scolded:

"No talking!"

Fan Wujiu showed a proud expression. The next moment, Zhao Fusheng turned to look at him coldly. He shrank his head and shrugged, not daring to get carried away anymore.

After temporarily resolving this internal conflict, Zhao Fusheng looked at Gou Laosi:

"Gou Laosi, was the river outside Zhuangjia Village like this before?"

"No, my lord."

Gou Laosi shook his head quickly when he heard this: "If the river is so fast, how can it be done?"

He said:

"My home is not too far from Zhuangjia Village. It's just separated by a mountain. It's also close to the river. It's not the high water season in May and June, so the river won't be so strong."

"Kuailiang Village is opposite Zhuangjia Village." At this point, Gou Laosi stretched out his hand and pointed in the distance.

But the water on the river was surging, and the other side of the river was shrouded in black mist. Looking around, you could only see the turbid and yellow river, and the end of the river was gradually swallowed up by blackness. Where could you see the prototype of a village?

"Because Kuai Liang Village produces perilla, there are many foreigners, businessmen, and salesmen who go there, so there is a river crossing boat here, and people are picked up to cross the river from here every morning and evening."

Gou Laosi pointed in a direction in the distance:

"When my old cousin Zhuang Siniang got married, we also went to see her off. The ferry is right over there."

Everyone looked in the direction of his finger and saw no ferry, only a patch of rolling yellow water.

Gou Laosi said with some embarrassment:

"It's just a flat beach. People usually go ashore there. It may be submerged now, so we can't see it."

"What time do ships usually arrive?" Zhao Fusheng asked.

Gou Laosi said:

"Usually it's at the end of Mao Shi and the beginning of You Shi (about 7 a.m. and 5 p.m.)."

Zhao Fusheng said:

"Then it must have passed the end of the Mao period and not the beginning of the You period."

In the morning, when she was talking to Magistrate Pang and others, she heard a conflict between Zhuang Laoqi and Gou Si. It was at least Chen Shizhong (about eight o'clock in the morning).

It took more than an hour to review the case and prepare the car for departure. It should be around noon (about 12 o'clock) now.

"Yes, it may take a while -" Gou Laosi nodded.

But Wu Shaochun had doubts:

"Sir, what Gou Si said is a normal situation, but I think Kuai Liang Village may not be a normal situation now. Will this ship still come?"

"meeting."

Zhao Fusheng nodded affirmatively.

Everyone was shocked when they heard this. They all felt chills on their backs for no reason and felt uneasy in their hearts.

"Why?" Wu Shaochun scratched his head, a little confused.

"We are 'guests' invited by Zhuang Laoqi." Zhao Fusheng explained, "Zhuang Laoqi is a carrier of evil ghosts and a 'source of curse' that spreads evil ghosts' invitations. Wherever he goes, people around him will be easily The mark of the evil ghost, once marked, it is like being on the list of evil ghosts."

In other words, once you are on the list, you are Li Gui's guest.

"Why don't ghosts think of a way to invite us to Kuai Liang Village?" Zhao Fusheng said confidently:

"Otherwise, which restaurant treats guests so rudely and requires others to try their best to get there?"

"..." Fan Wujiu was speechless, and finally murmured:

"I don't want to be a guest."

"There's another problem. I've been thinking about the flower that Lao Zhang picked."

Her words made Zhang Chuanshi's scalp tighten and he quickly begged for mercy:

"Can you please forget about that flower?"

"This flower looks weird now. You threw it away yourself, and why did it come back to you for no reason? I think you can't throw this flower away, and it will come back again."

After Zhao Fusheng finished speaking, he thought of Kuai Mancai's body in the village chief's home:

"If Kuai Mancai's death coincides with Zhuang Laoqi's death, and if there are flowers on his body, where did those flowers go?"

Her words frightened Zhang Chuanshi to the point where he was spinning around on the ground. He didn't care about the flowers that bloomed after Kuai Mancai's death. He just kept saying:

"Can't that flower be so evil? Can it not come back? I threw it into the river. The river is so fast. I think it will take dozens of miles in a quarter of an hour. It should have been washed away by the time we are talking. Far--"

While he was feeling a little bored, Gou Laosi, who was restless, suddenly seemed to feel something. He turned his head and looked towards the river, then his body shook heavily and he shouted:

"Sir, look quickly."

Several people followed him and pointed, and saw on the vast river in the distance, a dark boat bumping on the wind and waves, being carried by the current all the way towards Zhuangjia Village.

"Ship!" Fan Wujiu shouted in a low voice.

"The ship has indeed arrived."

Zhao Fusheng said with a smile.

She looks relaxed on the outside, but is extremely cautious on the inside.

Compared with her smiling face, Zhang Chuanshi looked anxious.

There was no one at the helm on the boat on the river, there was only an empty boat, but this was not what made him feel uneasy. He always felt that the boat was like a scourge to him, as if the arrival of the boat would take his life.

"grown ups--"

Zhang Chuanshi shouted uneasily.

"Don't panic."

Zhao Fusheng responded calmly. She thought about it and said:

"Old Zhang, turn around and take off your shirt."

Zhang Chuanshi was usually a sneaky, suspicious person. When Zhao Fusheng asked him to do something, he was always on guard against trying to harm him, and would always be slick and talk a little more.

But at this time, Zhao Fusheng asked him to take off his clothes and turn around. He only hesitated for a moment, then took off his clothes and turned around, with his back to Zhao Fusheng.

Although Zhang Chuanshi chose to believe Zhao Fusheng, he was still a little uneasy and asked:

"Sir, what do you want to do?"

Zhao Fusheng did not reply to him, but asked:

"Lao Zhang, are you afraid of pain? Do you mind getting hurt?"

Originally, Zhang Chuanshi was very concerned about getting hurt, but now he might have been marked by a ghost. His life or death during this trip to Kuai Liang Village was uncertain, so how could he care about pain and injuries?

"As long as I can save my life!"

Zhang Chuanshi thought about this clearly and said cheerfully:

"No matter how painful it is, can it be as painful as the skinning in Kotou Village?" He recalled the severe pain at the moment when Kotou Village woke up after being skinned by a ghost, and he shuddered.

Then he said with a bitter face:

"Sir, what do you want to do? I'm a little scared."

Zhao Fusheng did not reply to him, but asked:

"One of you can break a branch or a sharp stone for me."

Wu Shaochun, Fan Bisheng and Gou Laosi frequently looked at the small boat on the river. The strange black boat, with an ominous aura, crossed the river waves and approached the direction of the few people.

After hearing what Zhao Fusheng said, Wu Shaochun said quickly:

"My lord, I brought a dagger."

"That's just right," Zhao Fusheng was delighted when he heard this: "Give me the knife."

When Zhang Chuanshi heard that Zhao Fusheng wanted a knife, he felt uneasy. He turned around and glanced at Zhao Fusheng uneasily. He felt a coldness on his back, and then glared at Wu Shaochun:

"How dare you kid carry a knife."

The imperial court explicitly prohibited ordinary people from carrying swords when traveling. Those who were reported to the government would be exiled and had their hands beheaded. If they caught up with Yan Shi, they would most likely lose their lives.

Wu Shaochun smiled:

"The rules left behind when selling goods in Huanggang Village in the past."

Without explaining much, he bent down and lifted his trouser legs. A dagger was tied to his calf. After he untied it, he handed it to Zhao Fusheng's hand.

Zhao Fusheng took the dagger, removed the dirty unknown leather scabbard, and said to Zhang Chuanshi:

"Endure the pain, turn around, and straighten your back."

The ship was getting closer and closer, and time was running out, so she had to move faster.

When things got to this point, Zhang Chuanshi could no longer regret or be afraid. It was impossible for Zhao Fusheng to kill him at this time - in fact, with her strength, even if she wanted to kill him, Zhang Chuanshi would be helpless.

Zhang Chuanshi's expression was uncertain, and he finally gritted his teeth and said angrily: "My lord, just do it."

I've been a little busy these past two days, so I should take a day off tomorrow.