I become a god in another world

Chapter 192 Putting together the ghosts
Chapter 192

And all this is not Zhao Fusheng's illusion.

She subconsciously turned around and saw that her own shadow seemed to be separated from her the moment she entered the temple.

A black shadow remained outside the temple door. In the darkness, there was a cold gaze staring at her back, and then dissipated unwillingly under the illumination of the ghost lamp.

This should be what Liu Yizhen once mentioned, his innate ability.

Zhao Fusheng thought to himself.

At the same time, Kuai Manzhou, who was holding Zhao Fusheng, reacted.

Almost as soon as she entered the Confucius Temple, she grabbed Zhao Fusheng's hand tightly.

A faint black air began to leave the place where the little girl walked, and where the black air was, ghosts often appeared.

Malice wants to emerge from the ghostly aura, as if it is about to blossom and bear fruit.

"Don't lose control."

Zhao Fusheng held Kuai Manzhou's hand and said to her calmly:
"Don't worry, I'm here."

Liu Yizhen turned his head and glanced at the two people.

He didn't feel like a living person at this time.

Although Liu Yizhen said that he was not a ghost controller, his expression was stiff, his face was weird, and he looked at people without any warmth in his eyes. When he stared at people, he put great pressure on the ghost.

Zhao Fusheng had the feeling that the person walking beside him was not a living person, but a real ghost - but this ghost was different from ordinary ghosts. 'He' had thinking, memory, and the ability to communicate.

She suppressed the weirdness in her heart and said to Liu Yizhen:
"Man Zhou is young and can't control his own abilities."

Liu Yizhen took a deep look at Zhao Fusheng, said nothing, and just nodded.

In fact, he was not surprised by Kuai Manzhou's reaction.

Compared with Kuai Manzhou's out-of-control performance, Zhao Fusheng is obviously abnormal.

No ghost master can control the ghosts without being affected by them, especially when she controlled two ghosts, but she seemed to be fine at this time.

After Zhao Fusheng finished speaking, he did not look at him again, but said to Kuai Manzhou:
"After we control the ghost, you must learn to control the power of the ghost instead of being influenced by the ghost."

It’s easy to say this, but how can it be so easy to do it?
But the next moment, Kuai Manzhou nodded.

She still didn't know how to control the ghost's ability, but she stepped up and down cautiously.

When she took a few steps forward, Liu Yizhen found that the unbridled ghost aura on her body was gone.

The black shadow under the little girl's feet disappeared, and the malice that put pressure on him was also restrained by her.

This discovery shocked Liu Yizhen.

What kind of ability does Zhao Fusheng have? With just one sentence, the girl who has commanded a disaster-level ghost can completely absorb the ghost's aura in the blink of an eye?

If the three of them weren't surrounded by evil spirits and Liu Yizhen was in a special situation, he really couldn't help but want to ask what happened.

……

Zhao Fusheng had stood at the Confucius Temple earlier and went to take a look inside the temple.

Looking inside from the outside of the temple, the temple is deep, like a bottomless abyss.

But the feeling after entering the temple is different from the feeling outside.

Surrounded by fierce ghosts, the sound of the outside wind, the dew at night, and the smoke of human fireworks are all isolated here.

What lingers in the temple is endless darkness and silence, as well as malice full of hostility and resentment, as well as a chilling feeling.

It is difficult for people who live in such an environment year after year not to be affected by the atmosphere of this place.

Thinking of this, Zhao Fusheng turned his head to look at the strange Liu Yizhen, thinking of everything that had happened since he met him, and he had a deeper understanding of the young man in front of him.

There is a shrine at the end of the temple, where the corpse of the beggar ghost is enshrined.

After this fierce ghost was decomposed by Zhao Fusheng, he fell into a short-term slumber. Coupled with the restraint of Liu Yizhen's special power, he has been relatively stable.

But as Zhao Fusheng stepped into the temple, something changed quickly on the shrine.

The half-rotted ghost arm hidden in Zhao Fusheng's sleeve also moved his fingers, as if he couldn't wait to piece it together with the ghost corpse.

On the shrine, the red curtains hanging on both sides suddenly broke with a 'puppy' sound.

The red cloth stained by dust and unknown dark brown dirt hung down, blocking the shrine and blocking the armless ghost corpse inside the shrine.

It was extremely quiet inside the Confucius Temple.

But the curtain seemed to be blown by the wind, swaying slightly.

The red cloth swept the shrine, making a "swishing" sound.

Liu Yizhen raised his head and looked at the shrine, his expression becoming more and more serious.

His skin color was now darker, his eyes were dark, and the aura exuding from his body was stronger. The ghost arm that had been restless before was once again suppressed and lost its movement.

The fluttering red cloth gradually calmed down and fell quietly, blocking the shrine.

The three of them stood in silence for a moment in front of the shrine.

Then Liu Yizhen broke the silence.

'Boom!Boom!Boom! '

Liu Yizhen stepped forward with heavy steps, raised his arm, and suddenly lifted the red cloth.

The blood-stained curtain was lifted, and the shrine was empty!
But there was a malice hidden in the shrine, as if there was an invisible presence spying on the three of them in the open space.

The dark wind blew in the Confucius Temple.

The ghost arm in Zhao Fusheng's sleeve began to beat uneasily again.

Liu Yizhen's expression changed, his lips tightened, and his whole face looked even colder in the dark environment.

He slowly turned his head and motioned to Zhao Fusheng expressionlessly.

Zhao Fusheng knew that the time had come and took out the ghost arm.

At this moment, her heart tightened.

Although she had already made preparations when she made the decision to assemble the beggars, now that she controls the door god, has 5324 merit points in hand, and has Kuai Manzhou following her, even if an accident happens, she can still deal with it. Aftermath.

But dealing with ghosts is always accompanied by risks and opportunities. If you are not careful, your life may be lost.

Zhao Fusheng took a deep breath and his eyes gradually became calm.

The ghost arm slipped out of the cuff, and she raised her head and stared at the shrine in the air.

The red cloth lifted up by Liu Yizhen began to shake slightly again, and in the darkness, a strong smell of blood appeared out of thin air, mixed with a touch of malice.

There seemed to be a dark shadow shaking inside the empty shrine.

Kuai Manzhou held Zhao Fusheng's hand with one arm, and was not affected by the appearance of the evil ghost. She just turned her head left and right curiously - the beggar ghost was of too low a level to pose a threat to her. On the contrary, besides Liu Yizhen, there were other people here. The two breaths made her feel slightly uncomfortable.

The smell of blood in Confucius Temple is getting stronger and stronger.

'Tick! '

'Tick! '

A strange sound of water droplets suddenly came from somewhere, but the water droplets seemed to be particularly thick. It took a long time to gather, and it took a few breaths before they dripped, with a sticky, fishy-sweet smell.

In addition, a large amount of blood began to appear above the originally dark shrine. Countless scratches appeared on the stone wall, as if ancient marks had reappeared, as if someone with bloody hands had climbed up the shrine with bare hands.

Under the base of the shrine, dirty blood began to appear.

And under the gaze of the three people, it flowed down the bottom of the shrine.

The thick smell of blood came from here, and the moment the blood stains appeared, the ghost's figure reappeared in the darkness, twisted in a weird shape, holding a shriveled human skin lantern in his hand.

The lantern was stained with brown blood, and the light inside had long been extinguished.

The beggar's other arm was completely broken off, and black energy surged inside.

As soon as it appeared, the blood at the bottom of the shrine flowed much faster.

In an instant, the originally thick blood was like a collapsed embankment, dripping down the shrine, landing on the table, then winding to the edge of the table, and dripping to the ground.

As soon as the blood hit the ground, the speed of its forward march accelerated, and it immediately reached Zhao Fusheng's heels.

At the same time, the figure of the severed ghost carrying the extinguished ghost lamp disappeared above the shrine.

In the dirty blood, black shadows flickered, and the evil ghost appeared instantly, grabbing at the ghost hand that Zhao Fusheng was holding tightly.

'boom! '

Liu Yizhen lifted his right foot and dropped it hard!

When he stamped his feet, there was a loud noise in the Confucius Temple.

The entire temple shook violently.

I don’t know whether it was the appearance of the evil ghost that distorted the aura here, or whether it was the dim light and people who were too nervous and had hallucinations in their eyes. It was as if Liu Yizhen stamped his feet, and the dust and smoke from the ground flew up, forming a haze, suppressing the blood rolling underground. live!

Once the blood stain was restrained, the body of the beggar ghost who moved forward to absorb the ghost arm froze for a moment.

Its ghost body is like a piece of iron that has become rusty over time and is no longer flexible.

But while Liu Yizhen's kick restrained the evil spirit, he was also counterattacked by the evil spirit.

His body was originally dark golden in color, and its surface was smooth, as if it had been plated with a layer of copper.

But as the ghost's power backfired, his smooth face seemed to have a crack.

The crack started from his forehead, ripped along the center of his eyebrows, split the bridge of his nose, and then went down to the left side, tearing towards his left cheek.

"Lead it out of the Confucius Temple and piece it together in the Begging Alley."

Liu Yizhen spoke coldly.

His voice was strange at this time, a little hoarse, without any emotion, giving people a cold and ruthless feeling.

There are two big ghosts in the temple who happen to have reached a state of balance. After the beggar ghost revived here, Liu Yizhen was worried about something happening to Confucius Temple, so he wanted Zhao Fusheng to lure the ghosts away.

Zhao Fusheng nodded and said:

"You stay here."

Liu Yizhen's eyes were cold and he nodded slightly.

Zhao Fusheng looked at Kuai Manzhou:

"Man Zhou, control the ghost for me and let it go slowly."

After speaking, she looked at Kuai Manzhou.

The little girl tilted her head, wondering if she understood.

Zhao Fusheng didn't say anything more to her, but raised his ghost arm and turned around to walk towards the gate of Confucius Temple.

The ghost's broken body is close at hand, and the ghost arm and ghost body attract each other.

There was a strong pull force between the two, and Zhao Fusheng did not dare to use Li Gui's power, so he could only rely on his own strength to compete with Li Gui.

As soon as the beggar ghost saw that Ghost Arm was about to leave, he immediately wanted to catch up.

But as soon as its ghostly body moved, a "knock-knock" sound suddenly came from its back vest.

Invisibly, someone knocked on the ghost's back.

The fierce ghost has no consciousness and no fear.

However, as soon as the knocking sound was heard, a large number of black lines as thin as silk hair suddenly appeared on its limbs and torso.

The sweet and strange floral aroma overwhelms the strong smell of blood. The ghost's invisible corpse seems to be trapped by these black lines, and can no longer switch between the tangible and the intangible at will.

The green and white ghost corpses are covered with black threads.

The other end of the black thread was held in Kuai Manzhou's hand, and the hideous ghost was like a puppet on strings.

The little girl let go for a moment, and the ghost stumbled forward;
And as soon as she clenched her thin little hands into fists, the ghost's corpse froze in place, motionless like a zombie.

Zhao Fusheng walked forward with his ghost arm raised, while Kuai Manzhou controlled the ghost to follow behind.

The evil ghost who once caused countless bloody and horrific murders in the begging alley of Confucius Temple was now like a doll in the hands of these two people.

Liu Yizhen stood in the Confucius Temple and watched Zhao Fusheng holding the ghost arm as if holding a bait to lure the evil ghost out of the Confucius Temple.

The two sandwiched the ghost bag in the middle. Under the ghost light, the three figures quickly disappeared from the front door.

Since the last ghost case, the Begging Alley has been deserted during the day, let alone at night.

At this time, the surrounding buildings are vacant, and there should be no living people for miles around.

The layout of the begging alley came to Zhao Fusheng's mind, and she did not hesitate to choose a direction less traveled by.

The beggar followed behind with countless thin black hair shackles.

The two of them walked forward for several miles, and Zhao Fusheng finally stopped after thinking that they were already some distance away from the Confucius Temple.

The ghost arm was shaking crazily at this time.

Since this ghost arm fell into the hands of Zhao Fusheng, it has experienced several setbacks. It should have been counterattacked by the power of the ghost, and it took on the shape of a half-corroded corpse arm. However, it only took the two or three quarters of an hour when the ghost arm was close to the ghost body. The trend of arm rot was suddenly stopped.

Strange black blood began to leak out from the joint of the severed arm. The blood dripped down the wire and turned into a long black line, flying towards the body of the beggar.

And black blood began to flow out from the broken shoulder of the beggar.

The black blood was like asphalt, forming hideous tendrils and tentacles at the broken wounds, trying desperately to find the joint for the severed arm.

At this time, Zhao Fusheng no longer resisted the gravitational force between the ghost arm and the ghost corpse. She pulled the ghost arm tightly, slowly followed the mutual search force between the ghost arm and the ghost, and then let go.

The blood in the gap between the broken arm and the ghost corpse turned into thin black threads and flew into the air. Once these blood threads collided, they immediately twisted and tightened with each other, and instantly twisted into several strands of black hair as thin as silk. Wire.

There are more and more black lines, and they converge with each other, pulling the ghost arm and ghost body together, and instantly become one.

Once the beggar ghost is put together completely, the rotten ghost arm begins to slowly revive.

The prompt on the list of gods then sounded: Evil-level ghosts appeared. Do you want to start the hell capture?
The two levels of hell that had just been opened were unable to trap the evil-level ghosts. Zhao Fusheng stood still and did not move.

The ghost put the pieces together completely, and the moment it recovered, it extended its ghost arm that had not fully recovered to Zhao Fusheng.

‘Knock knock knock. ’

A strange knocking sound was heard, and the evil ghost's murderous law was activated.

"It's really like turning the page in a book."

Zhao Fusheng laughed and shook his head.

Naturally, the ghost would not be moved by her words. The ghost opened his hand. Zhao Fusheng had already been prepared. He flipped his wrist and pinched an object in his hand.