I become a god in another world

Chapter 2
Chapter 2

The door of the room was opened, and in the strange wind, the flames in the lantern were pale in color. When it shined on the surroundings, it not only did not make people feel comfortable, but also gave them an indescribable cold feeling.

But the cold feeling at this time gave the two brothers "Wujiu" an incomparable sense of peace of mind.

Seeing that the lights were still on, the two brothers felt relieved. Taking advantage of the pale light, they smiled happily, but before they could speak, they heard a strong wind.

Amidst the sound of "Woo", the paper lantern, which was said to be impossible to extinguish, swayed violently twice, and a strange black face suddenly appeared on the surface of the lantern.

The man's face showed pain and resentment. As he turned his eyes, he glanced at the two brothers in the room, and then the shadow exploded with a 'pop' sound.

As soon as the black grimace broke, the originally sturdy human skin lantern suddenly shattered.

The peanut-sized fire in the human skin lantern could not withstand the strong wind, and went out with a pop.

The inside and outside of the house were suddenly plunged into darkness.

"..."

The smiles on the two brothers' faces suddenly froze, and they felt like they had fallen into an ice cellar.

"what!!!"

"what--"

Two shrill and unusual screams sounded one after another.

As soon as the lights go out, there is no shelter. The ghost will find the two people hiding here and entangle them one after another until they drain their luck.

The two of them waited desperately for death. The bolder brother lost his resistance in such a desperate situation and collapsed on the spot.

But they didn't know that at the moment when the human skin lantern was destroyed, the list of gods on Zhao Fusheng was also restarted.

The moment the Fengshen List was successfully restarted, the plaque that was originally hung under the eaves of the mansion and was wrapped in black energy suddenly seemed to be wiped away by a pair of invisible hands, revealing three large and unclear characters:
Town Magic Division.

'Boom! '

There was lightning and thunder all night, and the twin brothers in the Demon Suppressing Division thought that they were bound to die. Just when they were desperately waiting for death, no strange things happened that night, and they spent the night peacefully.

It's almost dawn, the thunder has stopped and the rain has stopped, and there are even red clouds and sunshine appearing on the horizon. It can be seen that today is a rare good weather.

The two brothers had red eyes and sat back to back.

"elder brother--"

'No help' was shouted.

Maybe he screamed too loudly at night, and his voice was a little hoarse:

"Tell me, has this calamity passed?"

As he spoke, he turned his head and looked at his brother.

At this moment, 'Wujiu''s face was pale, and there were purple fish bubble eyes bulging under his eyelids, and his eyes were red.

His brother was not much better. He was soaked all over, his hair was messy, and his lips were chapped and peeling. Because of fear and despair, several red sores appeared on his lips overnight.

"Xing, maybe..." The man nodded and tried to move his feet.

He had been squatting all night, and his legs had already become numb. Now when he moved, it felt like needle pricks. However, when the man thought that the disaster was over, his eyes couldn't help but shine:

"The Demon Suppressor in Wan'an County can't stay any longer. The ghost realm nearby is getting bigger and bigger. The imperial court may have given up on this place long ago. We have to find another way out——"

When the two brothers were discussing where to go in the future, a pale hand poked out from the dirty white cloth on the wooden board in the middle of the room. The cloth was lifted, revealing Zhao Fusheng's slightly tired pale face.

Her face was pale, and her head was throbbing in severe pain.

After waking up at this time, her eyes were a little confused, staring straight at the big hole in her head, and her mind was still subconsciously recalling the contents of the messy dream last night.

Zhao Fusheng always felt that his sleep was very long.

She has been working overtime recently, and there is always a tension in her mind. It has been a long time since she had a good rest and sleep.

I wonder if she was under too much pressure. Although she slept for a long time last night, her sleep quality was extremely poor.

She had strange dreams.

She dreamed of an accident in a rental house. At the moment of death, her soul traveled to a place called the Han Dynasty and possessed a girl with the same name as her. She was sold by her parents at a low price to a girl named Zhenmo. Secretary's place.

When she first joined the Demon Suppressing Division, Zhao Fusheng was extremely happy. She thought she would have food and clothing and would be freed from her miserable life.

And for some reason, she was very lucky when she first entered the Demon Suppression Division. She was so lucky that she had money to pick up when she went out, and when she was hungry, someone unexpectedly brought her food.

But the good times did not last long, and as time passed, she discovered that her good fortune was usually accompanied by disaster.

From being able to pick up money at the beginning, to occasionally picking up food later, she would definitely be injured accordingly.

At first, they were just minor injuries from falling, but later they developed into broken arms and legs.

Moreover, her body became cold inexplicably, and she always felt that there was a terrifying existence hidden around her body.

The two brothers who bought her to the Demon Suppression Division didn't look at her well. They often leaned together and whispered, as if they were discussing something. When their eyes fell on her, they seemed to be looking at a dead person.

Zhao Fusheng was frightened and frightened, but her physical ailments began to increase and her injuries gradually became serious. She was so scared that she couldn't sleep every day, and she felt that the cold feeling was getting closer and closer to her back.

She often felt that her shoulders and back were heavy, as if she was carrying some invisible presence.

In such a panic-stricken mood, the bad news came that her parents had died unexpectedly due to a ghost disaster.

For some reason, she immediately thought of her recent bizarre bad luck, and the more she thought about it, the more frightened she became.

On the day when his parents' bodies were transported to Wan'an County, Zhao Fusheng was terrified, but in the end he could not escape his fate.

That day, she had a premonition that something bad was going to happen. She hadn't slept for many days. When she was trembling with fear, she felt a strange cold wave approaching from behind her. She subconsciously turned around to look - and saw a black figure. Ying didn't know when he stood behind him.

Zhao Fusheng's pupils trembled, and before she could scream, the ghost stretched out his hand to her.

The dark ghost palm pierced through her back, scratched through her chest and abdomen, and pierced her throat and chest.

In an instant, Zhao Fusheng was disemboweled and died.

The last scene that remained in her memory was a gray ghost hand tearing her throat open and appearing in front of her with splattering blood.

Zhao Fusheng's pupils tightened, she was killed by a ghost.

The suffocation and pain before death still remained in Zhao Fusheng's memory. She belatedly covered her neck, and it took a long while before she let out the breath that was held in her chest.

"It's just a nightmare."

She thought happily, but also felt a little awkward: This nightmare was too real.

As her thoughts returned, her eyes gradually cleared, and she immediately noticed something strange.

Above her head, instead of the simple white-painted ceiling of her rental house, there were several dark wooden beams holding up the roof. No one had cleaned the beams for a long time, and there were many gray cobwebs on them.

The most eye-catching thing was that a large hole about one meter in diameter opened directly above her.

Light shines from inside the cave, and dust can be seen floating in the light.

She had a bad feeling in her heart and touched her body with her fingers.Under her body was not a cheap bed, but a simple but hard wooden board.

Zhao Fusheng sat up and what caught her eyes was a blood-stained white cloth.

On her left and right sides, two identical door panels were parked on each side, covered with the same white cloth, and under the white cloth, two humanoid silhouettes were revealed.

A strange thought suddenly appeared in her mind: Dad, Mom!

wrong!These were Zhao Fusheng's original parents. After hearing the news of their deaths the day before yesterday, the Fan brothers from the Suppressing Demon Division arranged for the corpses to be delivered.

Memories naturally appeared in her mind:

Because she was tainted with the weird, all the blood relatives in her family were harmed by ghosts and died.

"..." Zhao Fusheng's hands shook and his face turned paler.

At this moment, the sound of two people talking came from outside.

Perhaps thinking that there was no one else in the mansion, the two people did not lower their voices when speaking.

A man said:

"Brother." He shouted, and then the sound of 'Xisuo' sounded. He seemed to move his body and said uneasily:

"According to the paper man Zhang, this ghost exchanges 'luck' for his life. Once he is entangled with him, all the luck of the family will be sucked away. 'He' will never leave before the whole family dies."

"The Demon Suppressor is the best example. He was almost killed by this ghost."

After the disaster was diverted to the east, Zhao Fusheng's family soon suffered a violent death. "And we were safe last night. Does it mean that this disaster has been completely resolved? We will no longer be bound by it in the future?"

Fan Wuhu!
Such a name suddenly appeared in Zhao Fusheng's mind, and a young man's face flashed through her mind. She was shocked to find that she was not unfamiliar with this face, as if they had known each other before.

Just as she was frightened, another male voice also sounded:

"Logically speaking, after a ghost kills someone, if no one else triggers 'his' rules, we will be completely free from this scourge."

"After all, the lantern went out last night, and nothing happened to us—"

The two brothers have different physiques from others, and since they are in the Demon Suppression Department, they have their own way of judging whether there is a ghost haunting them.

At this time, the man was very sure that he was not haunted by ghosts. Obviously, the paper man's method had come true.

When the man spoke, another person's name came to Zhao Fusheng's mind: Fan Bisheng.

These are twin brothers who are the envoys of the Demon Suppressing Division. Zhao Fusheng was bought from the Zhao family for five copper coins and connected to the Demon Suppressing Division.

The Han Dynasty, the Demon-Suppressing Division, the Fan brothers, and the corpses of the Zhao couple placed at this time...

"..." Zhao Fusheng's vision went dark and he instinctively turned his head left and right.

Wherever she looked, she saw the dilapidated lobby of the Demon Suppression Department, and the terrifying black shadow in the dream did not appear in her field of vision.

But with her keen intuition, she always felt as if there was a pair of cold eyes in the shadows watching her every move.

That kind of malice rushed towards her face, making her back tingle and her heart suddenly shrink.

The Fan brothers outside didn't know she was awake yet, and were still discussing:

"If the evil ghost leaves and the curse on the Demon Suppressor has been lifted, we will leave this place immediately and find another way to survive."

"The ghost realm here is getting bigger and bigger, and the coverage area is gradually increasing. The sky is clear and the day is bright, and ghosts are often seen."

"The Demon Suppressor here in our area has been harmed by that ghost. Everyone has died long ago. Those who stay here will only die. It is said that the Demon Suppressor in Baozhi County has done a good job. There is a bronze general who has commanded a ferocious ghost. He is very powerful. Very high, let's go to him -" Fan Bisheng has a flexible mind, and his temperament is much calmer than his impulsive brother.

"However, we already made a blood contract with our souls that day. How can we escape the distance from Wan'an County before the contract is resolved..." Fan Wujiu said anxiously.

"Idiot." Fan Bisheng shouted loudly, "Let's find someone else, let him take the post of commander of the Demon Suppression Division, and then try to get him to remove our names from the soul book, and this matter will be over... …”

While the two brothers were discussing, Zhao Fusheng, who had come back from the dead in the hall, could not believe his situation.

"Impossible! Impossible!"

How could such a ridiculous thing happen in the world? When she woke up, her corpse came back to life, and her nightmare came true. She actually became a temporary director of the Demon Suppression Department in Wan'an County under the rule of the Han Dynasty.

Without saying a word, she lifted the shroud, jumped off the board, and rushed out of the hall.

"When we arrive..."

Fan Bisheng was still talking, and his brother seemed to hear the noise and turned his head.

In an instant, Fan Wujiu's expression changed.

His expression quickly changed from happy to frightened, as if he had seen the most terrifying thing in the world, and his pupils were trembling with fright.

"quack--"

He was so frightened that he couldn't speak fluently, and his arms were so weak that he couldn't lift them. Goosebumps crawled along his spine to the back of his neck and rushed to his scalp, irritating his hair to the point of standing on end.

"You——" Fan Bisheng frowned, and just as he was about to speak, Fan Wujiu said in a tearful voice:
“Brother, you lied, you lied—”

"What a charlatan, what nonsense are you talking about..." He shouted loudly, and then a familiar voice sounded:

"Impossible, impossible...how is it possible..."

Zhao Fusheng rushed out of the courtyard quickly with bare feet and rushed to the outside of the gate.

"……I……"

Fan Bisheng watched her rush out, his mind went blank and he couldn't even speak.

Zhao Fusheng ignored them. She rushed out of the long courtyard and appeared outside the door of the mansion.

What caught her eyes was a long, dirty and dilapidated street. There were low thatched houses on both sides of the street. Many of the shops had been closed and looked dilapidated.

Most of the open shops were for coffins and paper money. Folded paper figures were placed outside the shops. She looked around and saw no living people on the street.

Perhaps due to the lack of popularity, the whole street showed an eerie silence.

This scene was both strange and familiar to Zhao Fusheng.

Her head was buzzing, and she placed her last hope in another place——

The girl mustered up her courage and mentally prepared herself before raising her head and looking above the mansion.

I saw a lantern hanging on the left and right sides of the roof beam. There was a storm last night and the lantern had broken, revealing the oil lamp inside.

The oil inside the lamp collapsed, yellow grease dripped down the cracked lantern paper, and a foul smell escaped from it.

In the middle of the lantern, there was a dark plaque hanging under the eaves. The blackness on the plaque faded a little, and the prototype of three characters was vaguely revealed.

In the past, Zhao Fusheng was illiterate, but she could read the words on the plaque through the black air.

The plaque reads: The Demon-Suppressing Division.

(End of this chapter)