I become a god in another world

Chapter 178

Zhao Fusheng's words conveyed a message: The situation at Zhang Chuanshi's side seemed critical, but in fact it was not a fatal situation.

"But if we are involved in a ghost dream because we are eager to save people, we may be left in this 'village', and everyone will die together." She said calmly.

Fan Wujiu and Wu Shaochun understood this sentence.

"Now what?"

Wu Shaochun asked.

Zhao Fusheng looked into the distance:

"Wait."

"Wait?" Wu Shaochun didn't understand what she meant. Zhao Fusheng didn't reply to him, but looked away.

Along both sides of the river, villagers from Kuailiang Village were standing.

These villagers turned their backs to the village and held torches in their hands, which illuminated the river bank.

I don’t know when the loud shouts of killing disappeared.

The pig cage containing 'Sister Zhuang (Zhang Chuanshi)' was pushed into the river. After a moment of silence, a restless mood spread from the villagers.

Noisy discussions rang out one after another, and Zhao Fusheng and others standing at the door of the ancestral hall realized that something had happened by the river.

After a while, it seemed that someone entered the water and pushed the pig cage up from the river. I don’t know what happened, but suddenly someone screamed:

"Ghost!"

This sharp and piercing cry pierced the night sky, frightening Fan Wujiu to the point where he subconsciously wanted to hide deeper in the ancestral hall.

The villagers who were watching the lynching also wanted to run away. At this moment, someone shouted:

"It's not a ghost, it's a fish, it's a fish!"

Uncle Kuai Liu's voice sounded to appease the villagers.

The villagers who had previously wanted to flee were frightened by him and stood back up.

The pig cage was pushed up, and everyone looked at the 'Sixth Lady Zhuang' in the cage, and started talking about how to deal with 'her' body.

"...Burn her body." Uncle Kuai Liu said.

Upon hearing his words, the villagers circled back home.

Seeing these people returning to the village holding torches, the leader looked very familiar. It was Kuai Changshun who had previously led the way with a bronze lantern.

Uncle Kuai Liu's home is next to the ancestral hall.

There is no gate to the Kuai's ancestral hall. Zhao Fusheng, Fan and Wu were standing at the door of the ancestral hall. If Kuai Changshun wanted to go home to move firewood, he would definitely see the three of them at a glance.

Wu Shaochun said worriedly:
"Sir, we might as well hide in the ancestral hall."

"Don't worry."

Zhao Fusheng hesitated for a moment and shook his head:

"Now is not the time to enter the ancestral hall. We are just standing here to see if Kuai Changshun will say hello to us."

"it is good."

Wu Shaochun nodded.

Although Fan Wujiu was a little scared, he never liked to think. Anyway, before leaving, his brother said that he would only listen to Zhao Fusheng's words and do whatever she ordered him to do, so he forced his feet to stand where he was.

The villagers returned to the village.

Kuai Changshun parted ways with everyone. When passing by the ancestral hall, the light he held in his hand illuminated the surroundings of his body.

Zhao Fusheng stood inside the ancestral hall and suddenly called him:
"Changshun."

At this time, the entire Kuai Liang Village fell into a strange and tense atmosphere. The body of 'Mrs. Zhuang Si' was not heavy, and people could already feel an ominous atmosphere. Everyone's face lost the cruelty and intensity of the previous lynching. Excitement was replaced by fear and heaviness.

Kuai Changshun frowned and felt uneasy.

In such an unusually quiet atmosphere, Zhao Fusheng's shouts were particularly loud, frightening Fan Wujiu and Wu Shaochun.

But Kuai Changshun turned a blind eye to her calls.

He held a torch, his head drooped, and walked past the three of them with a dejected look.

Kuai Changshun not only didn't hear Zhao Fusheng's greeting, but it seemed as if the three people nearby didn't see it.

"call……"

Wu Shaochun breathed a sigh of relief, and Zhao Fusheng smiled:

"It's really a ghost dream."

The people in Kuai Liang Village are already dead, but they are still repeating the lynching of Lady Zhuang Si during her lifetime.

The three of them stood in the ancestral hall, avoiding the murderous rules of the ghost, so they could not cause Kuai Changshun to make any changes.

Kuai Changshun carried the firewood out and passed in front of the three people again.

The firewood pile was set up, and the people from Kuailiang Village opened the pig cage, dragged the corpse out of the cage, and put it on the firewood pile.

"grown ups--"

When Wu Shaochun saw this, he was a little panicked:

"Is that Lao Zhang?"

The ancestral hall is a bit far away from the village, and the body that was dragged out of the bamboo cage was tied up in various ways. From a distance, only white strips of flesh could be seen, and black hair was all over the body. Even the male and female could not be distinguished. Not to mention identifying whether it was Zhang Chuanshi.

"Not quite like it."

Zhao Fusheng looked calm on the surface, but his heartstrings were already tense to the extreme. He shook his head when he heard this.

She felt a strong evil spirit from this corpse.

The villagers of Kuai Liang Village put Zhang Chuanshi into a bamboo cage and sank it into the river when they sank into the river. However, after they fished the bamboo cage out, they probably fished out the real Mrs. Zhuang Si.

The villagers lit a fire, and the flames shot into the sky and quickly wrapped the body.

In the light of the fire, I saw that the body was not burned, and the ominous premonition became stronger and stronger.

Suddenly someone shouted:
"Where's Manzhou?"

Full week!

Kuai Manzhou!
This name that Zhao Fusheng had forgotten for a long time came back into her mind in such a way that caught her off guard, and the lost memory was instantly revived.

Zhuang Lao Qi knelt in front of the gate of the Demon Suppressing Division and mentioned the daughter of Madam Zhuang Si, "Kuai Manzhou!"

Her eyes lit up and she murmured softly.

Villagers in the distance were also shouting Kuai Manzhou's name loudly. She was not among the crowd during the lynching.

At this moment, the corpse in the fire was also quietly changing.

The originally pale body was burned by the fire, like a red-hot iron. In the next moment, it shattered with a bang!
The splashing blood shattered and turned into fine, bright red blood rain mist.

The ghostly fog began to cover the river bank at some point. Under the rain and fog, a large wave of villagers were enveloped in a rain of blood.

Before these villagers shrouded in blood rain had time to shout, in an instant, their bodies were like burned snowmen, their heads fell off, and their bodies fell into the grass on the river bank.

This strange scene happened quickly and urgently. In just the blink of an eye, this wave of villagers were dead.

And the rain of blood that spread all over the sky was not scattered on the ground, but was floating in the mid-air.

"That blood isn't right."

Zhao Fusheng's pupils shrank and he said something.

As soon as she finished speaking, Fan Wujiu and Wu Shaochun also saw it.

I saw threads as thin as spider silk running through these blood beads of different sizes. These countless thin threads connected each drop of blood and formed a huge sheet of human blood beside the river bank. Spider webs are harvesting the lives of villagers in Kuai Liang Village.

The next moment, the thin threads were retracted, and the blood beads squirmed and flowed back along the thousands of strands, forming a naked female ghost with long hair hanging loose.

The Fourth Lady Zhuang!

It's Madam Zhuang Si who's back!

The evil spirit belonging to the big ghost spread out, and the ghost realm instantly enveloped Kuai Liang Village.

"Damn it-"

Some of the villagers shouted loudly. Uncle Six cried:

"Retribution! What an injustice!"

"Don't be confused, don't panic, we can't let her find Manzhou!"

At the critical moment, Uncle Kuai Liu’s breathless voice sounded:
"Trapped her by the river bank, we can't let the ghost bring harm to the village and the whole world."

When Mrs. Zhuang Si was lynched, the villagers came out to watch this man-made ghost disaster.

But her daughter was left in the village and missed her last journey.

As soon as Uncle Kuai Liu finished speaking, the ghost transformed by Madam Zhuang Si took another step forward with bare feet.

Her body exploded, blood mist sprayed, and the ghost net formed, once again covering a wave of villagers' nets.

Wherever the evil spirits go, corpses litter the fields and rivers of blood flow.

The blood flowed into the river where Mrs. Zhuang's fourth wife drowned, dyeing the water red.

"She is not allowed to leave, and she is not allowed to find Man Zhou!"

Uncle Kuai Liu roared!
He saw villagers falling one after another. These people were familiar faces to him, including his brothers and sisters-in-law from the same clan, as well as his nephews.

These people usually respected him and obeyed his words, but tonight they died due to ghost disasters.

Thousands of past events came to his mind.

He sympathized with his cousin and felt sorry for the young Zhuang Si Niang, which contributed to the enmity between Zhuang Si Niang and Kuai Wu.

He knew that Kuai Huaide in the village had ruined the reputation of the Fourth Lady Zhuang, and had heard about the gossip in the village, so he wanted to send the Fourth Lady Zhuang away.

"Why don't you leave?" The elderly Uncle Kuai Liu stamped his feet.

Everyone is afraid of ghosts, but he has lived to this age and is indifferent to life and death. Stimulated by the villagers being harmed by the ghosts, his fear has weakened.

"If you don't want to leave, then don't leave!"

He watched the villagers fall down one after another, and the blood mist gathered along the thread again, forming the fourth lady of Zhuang, and then moved forward.

Uncle Kuai Liu gritted his teeth and rushed towards her:
"I won't let you hurt people's lives, I won't let you kill people-"

"People have their own place to go, and ghosts have their own place to go - don't kill people randomly, Fourth Lady - you are good -"

He opened his arms tremblingly and hugged Li Gui:

"I was wrong--"

"If you want to kill, just kill Uncle Six——"

Uncle Kuai Liu is still repenting.

But Li Gui has no emotions, no memories of his life, only the instinct to kill.

Mrs. Zhuang Si will not stop killing because of Uncle Kuai Liu's regret.

Her body seemed to expand instantly, and it seemed as if a layer of afterimage appeared due to her too fast movements, passing through Uncle Kuai Liu's body.

Only Zhao Fusheng's eyesight was amazing after he controlled the ghost. He saw that the moment she passed through Uncle Kuai Liu, her body split into countless tiny blood beads connected by blood threads.

Uncle Kuai Liu, who had been talking and pleading before, was instantly breathless when this human-shaped blood net penetrated his body.

The fierce ghost with long hair disheveled took steps and wanted to move forward.

Uncle Kuai Liu's body was completely decomposed. After his death, his head fell to the ground, and his body fell to the ground like a collapsed pile of sand.

But where he died, large tracts of strange blood-red ghost flowers suddenly bloomed on the corpse.

The flowers sway in the wind.

Li Gui, who was supposed to move forward, sensed the ghost flower blooming and was stopped in his tracks.

Death is like a lamp going out.

The emotional entanglements and memory cognition in life were erased the moment he stopped breathing. After the ghost regained consciousness, all that was left was a ferocious and terrifying walking corpse.

But when Madam Zhuang Si was alive, the once profound emotions were firmly imprinted on her heart and could not be erased, so that after her death, they still dominated Li Gui's every move.

That day, the stranger persuaded her to elope with him.

What was left for her here was a lot of pain.

A dilapidated house, a disgusting drunk man, an empty old stove, and rice vats that often see the bottom.

The malicious Kuai Huaide next door, the gossip around her, and the increasingly explicit looks from some people, all meant that her hidden malice was going to drown her out.

But besides that, there are her sisters-in-law.

My sister-in-law is quick-tongued and kind;
The second sister-in-law kept silent, but often gave her a helping hand;

The third sister-in-law has a mean and unforgiving mouth, but if anyone says she is not, the third sister-in-law dares to tear off her hair with a sickle and run to someone else's door and curse them with obscene words;

The fourth sister-in-law often watched over Manzhou for her.

When it was time to pay taxes and she was feeling sad, Uncle Liu and his wife had already taken care of it for her, which made her feel guilty and moved.

She had an affair with a stranger, but her sisters-in-law saw through it but did not tell her.

She finally made up her mind and wanted to abandon everything and follow the foreigners and start everything over again.

That day, the elder sister-in-law smiled and asked her for help, asking her to cross the river and go to the elder sister-in-law's parents' house to help pick up something. The third sister-in-law fiercely told her to leave quickly and not to waste time.

She knew in her heart that her sisters-in-law were afraid that she would stay and that she would not let them go.

But at this moment, Man Zhou disappeared.

This little person was the first to sense something strange about his mother.

She was still young, but she saw how hardworking her mother was, how she was harassed by Kuai Huaide, and how she was beaten and scolded by her unstinting father.

She knew her mother was leaving.

Kuai Manzhou also understood that his mother was worried that he would suffer if she left.

She was worried that her husband would vent his anger on their daughter in the future, and she has been hesitant.

But after knowing that her mother had made up her mind, the little girl didn't think too much. She was happy for her mother.

She remembered that her mother had never dressed up over the years. She was very pretty and better-looking than many people in the village. However, because of the gossip in the village recently, she became more and more silent and did not dare to deal with it. She did not dare to say much to others and did nothing. He keeps his head down when he is alive.

My uncles and wives have said that when a woman gets married, she will wear new clothes and a flower on her head. It would be great if she could do the same when her mother leaves.

The little girl was still young and had no money to buy new clothes for her mother. She wanted to pick a flower for her mother and put it in her mother's hair. Such a mother would be the most beautiful.

With this idea in mind, the little girl got up before dawn. She was so excited that she wanted to find a particularly beautiful flower, and she didn't care that she fell down.

She picked a blooming white sage.

Madam Zhuang Si has never owned anything in her life.

When she was in her natal family, she did not receive the love of her parents or the respect of her brothers and sisters; after getting married, she faced Kuai Wu's resentment and the hardship of life.

Kuai Wuniang gave her a brief moment of warmth, but most of the time her mother-in-law was lying ill in bed, and she was powerless even if she loved her.

The sisters-in-law felt sorry for her, and they just talked for her, helped her with her work, and gave her some food.

Uncle Kuai Liu and his wife also take care of her, but this care is more reflected in financial subsidies.

Only her daughter, who is connected to her by flesh and blood, owes her nothing, but was brought into this world by her, loves her wholeheartedly, and wants to pick a white persimmon for her to send off.

This flower played a key role and changed the outcome of many things and many people.

……

After the death of Uncle Kuai Liu, his bones bloomed, leaving behind the ghost's footsteps.

It still pursues blood-stained flowers as it did in life.

Uncle Liu held her grandson in her arms and let out a miserable scream.

Li Gui's body exploded, and the blood mist turned into a large net.

The villagers died one after another, and the sixth uncle, holding her grandson, was also shrouded in blood mist.

The thick smell of blood instantly filled the entire village.

People died in waves, but at the moment of death, strange red flowers bloomed from the bones, trapping the wandering female ghost on the river bank.