I become a god in another world

Chapter 229 Find the old grave
Chapter 229

When Old Man Zhang heard this, he immediately gritted his teeth and ordered his wife to prepare some coarse food for him to fill his stomach. After a short period of preparation, the group left Fengmen Village while the sky was just breaking.

This road once brought profound memories to Old Man Zhang.

43 years ago, this "ghost mourning" road was full of blood. Everyone walked with the ghosts, accompanied by fighting and death along the way. The impression left on Old Man Zhang was a profound shadow of fear that could not be erased for decades.

Countless midnight dreams, he was trapped in the nightmare of the past.

Old man Zhang originally thought that he would never be able to walk this old road again in his life. Unexpectedly, the incident involving the Guo family brought up the past 43 years ago, and he embarked on this road up the mountain again that left a terrifying shadow on him. OK.

But for some reason, he wasn't afraid.

Zhao Fusheng was chatting with him all the way.

This big shot in the Demon Suppression Division was very good at talking. He talked about Xie Jingsheng with him, and occasionally asked Guo Wei about his descendants.

The whole morning passed quickly while talking about this.

The group rested for a while, and Zhao Fusheng urged everyone to continue climbing the mountain.

Zhao Fusheng looked in the direction of his finger and saw a protruding stone about ten feet away.

The villagers have been working all year round and are used to enduring hunger. Although they are tired after walking for a long time, they can still hold on.

When Zhao Fusheng heard what Old Man Zhang said, he looked around.

Old Man Zhang wiped the sweat from his forehead with his palms and threw it away with a smile:
"The lord is right."

She shook her head:
"You and Man Zhou stand here to protect the villagers, and I'll go take a look."

Old Man Zhang stretched out his hand and pointed in one direction.

He pondered the time.

"I was standing here back then, right there, under the Eagle Beak Cliff, right there."

Zhao Fusheng's heart tightened and he asked.

Old man Zhang said fearfully.

After he finished speaking, he took a few steps back, found an angle for a long time, and assumed an aggressive posture:

"Sir, look over there."

The mountain road is steep and full of unknown weeds.

Old Man Zhang was not a very good character, but his memory was amazing. About two-quarters of an hour later, he stopped and glanced left and right. Then he seemed to see something, and a look of surprise appeared on his face:

It was still dark when the group came out. It was around mid-morning (around 5 o'clock in the morning). They had been walking for at least three hours. It should be close to mid-morning (around o'clock in the afternoon).

The tip of the stone is about half a foot long, and the tip is curved. From a distance, it looks like a huge stone eagle's beak.

When the sun set and it was noon, Old Man Zhang looked around and said breathlessly:
"Sir, we still have about two quarters of an hour at most. We are almost there."

When the villagers heard that they were approaching the place where the ghost was buried, they all retreated in fear.

The direction of Old Man Zhang's finger was already covered with weeds half as tall as a man, and there was no trace of wild graves at all.

When Zhao Fusheng saw the fearful expressions on everyone's faces, he couldn't help but smile and said:
"It's been more than forty years. Even if there was blood at that time, it has already turned into fertilizer for flowers, plants and trees. You can still see the traces."

"Underneath the beak."

There are weeds, trees and rocks everywhere.

"It's out of the way."

On the contrary, Kong Youde was old and had always been pampered. Now he had been walking for several hours, his face was green and his lips were white. If the two guards hadn't carried him away, he would have been lying on the ground.

Old man Zhang said:

Although Old Man Zhang has a good memory, these mountain roads are difficult to identify and there are many weeds. This old man has a cunning mind and Zhao Fusheng is on guard against him deceiving him by pointing to a tomb at will.

When they heard that there were still two quarters of an hour left, Kong Youde and the two guards who were supporting him had expressions of despair on their faces.

"Sir, here we are."

After the "Ghost Mourning" incident that year, the survivors went home and told future generations not to go up the mountain on this road. There were graves everywhere here, and the villagers thought it was unlucky. With the advice of the elders in the village, over time, it became more difficult to go up the mountain. There are few people on this side, and the grass has grown shoulder-high over the past few decades.

When Wu Shaochun heard this, he quickly stopped him and said:
"Sir, let me do it."

When he said this, the villagers who were gasping for air jumped in fear, fearing that they would step on the broken corpses of the dead.

After saying that, she took the sickle from a villager and stepped forward.

"Where is the grave?"

"In our early years, there were still people traveling here out of the county, calling this place Yingzui Cliff. I remember that this was the place where the 'ghost mourners' finally stayed. When the coffin was lowered, someone disrupted the formation, which also caused the ghosts to kill people and bloodshed. Sprinkled all over the floor."

Zhao Fusheng nodded in response:
"Okay, let me see."

If the villagers had not brought sickles, hoes, etc. to clear the way before leaving, they would not have been able to go up the mountain smoothly.

The mountain road is rugged and difficult to navigate.

Zhao Fusheng asked calmly:
"How did you know the way?"

Old man Zhang has already pointed out the special landmark where the 'ghost mourner' was buried, so the possibility of remembering it incorrectly has been reduced.

At this moment, he finally stopped. Kong Youde took a big breath and pulled his inner clothes that were soaked with sweat and stuck to his body.

Zhao Fusheng first used his sickle to clear the way wherever he went. When he was near the bottom of Yingzui Cliff, he threw the sickle into the grass.

"..."

Old man Zhang, the villagers, and Kong Youde, who was gasping for air before, all subconsciously closed their mouths. Everyone was nervous and scared at this time.

With everyone watching, she stood still for a moment in front of the grave buried in weeds.

'Hiss. '

There was a sudden noise in the quiet grass.

Among the barren mountains and ridges, it was so quiet that one could hear one's breathing clearly.

This sudden sound frightened everyone who was already tense.

Zhao Fusheng's eyes narrowed, and he stretched out his hand to pull out the grass.

A black snake head suddenly emerged from the grass. Before it could open its mouth to bite, it was pinched by her seven inches.

Her strength was astonishing, and she dragged the big snake out by its head, and the snake's body, as thick as a human arm, wrapped around her arm.

The villagers who were about to scream breathed a sigh of relief when they saw this scene.

"Let's have some fun."

Zhao Fusheng pulled out the snake and threw it into the grass in the distance. The snake was thrown out and quickly disappeared into the grass.

It was not the season for snakes, insects, rats and ants to be active at this time. Perhaps her move of cutting grass and entering the mountain woke up the snake.

After this incident, when she pulled out the weeds again, she encountered no accidents.

The grass was pulled down, revealing half of the cemetery.

This cemetery is located in the middle. Perhaps because of the collapse of the mountain caused by heavy rain, half of the soil in front of the tomb sank, causing the front of the tomb to be about two feet shorter than the cemetery.

After Zhao Fusheng cleared the grass, he saw a stone tablet leaning on the grave and covered with moss.

The old tomb did not appear to be damaged from the outside. It was covered with weeds. Three pillars were placed in front of the tomb and burned until only a palm-length incense stick remained.

The scent was a weird black-red color, with a strange and unsettling smell. When everyone saw the current situation of Laofeng clearly, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

Wu Shaochun, who was originally nervous, relaxed his clenched fists when he saw the complete tomb.

At this moment, Zhao Fusheng stared at the three incense sticks for a long time and suddenly asked:
"Is this the incense that Xie Jingsheng lit when he started 'Ghost Mourning'?"

She didn't look back, and she didn't mention anyone by name, but everyone knew she was talking to Old Man Zhang.

Old Man Zhang was inexplicably nervous. He picked his thigh uneasily. He bravely took a few steps forward. He looked carefully for a few times, then nodded and said:
"Yes, sir, it smells like this."

After saying that, he turned around and looked around:

"I should remember correctly. I saw that gentleman enter this old grave wearing a pair of red shoes. The grave is under the 'eagle's beak', so it is very easy to identify."

After he finished speaking, Kong Youde, whose heart was in his throat, let out a long sigh of relief:

"It looks like there's nothing big going on here."

Kong Youde arrived late. Only after hearing Cao Dazong's report yesterday did he find out that someone from the county's Demon Division had come to Fengmen Village. He was so frightened that he could not sit still all night. When it was almost dawn, he finally couldn't sit still and urged him to go. The people in the town harnessed their carriages and rushed to Fengmen Village. They arrived just before dawn.

He didn't know much about things in Fengmen Village, nor did he know the news that the Guo family was haunted. It wasn't until several guards who took turns carrying him up the mountain talked to him while walking that he understood what had happened.

After learning that Fengmen Village was haunted and that Zhao Fusheng went up the mountain to investigate the ghost case, Kong Youde almost fainted with his eyes open.

But he dared not speak out.

Most of the ghost controllers in the Demon Suppression Division had weird tempers, and the guards said that Zhao Fusheng personally executed Li Dazhuzi and several other villagers last night. This thunderous method shocked everyone present, and was the main reason why the villagers and guards were obedient at that time.

He was on tenterhooks all the way, and when he saw that Laofeng was fine, he wished he could go down the mountain and return to town immediately.

After he finished speaking, he turned to look at Old Man Zhang, who nodded:

"It does look like the tomb is intact."

Wu Shaochun looked at it for a long time and thought it was okay:
"Sir, there is indeed no fluctuation in the ghost's aura here."

He has the mark of a door god and controls the evil-level kitchen ghost. He is also very sensitive to the scent of ghosts.

As soon as his words fell, Kong Youde and the other villagers breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhao Fusheng said nothing. She suddenly turned around and called Kuai Manzhou:
"Come here full week."

The little girl walked on the path she drove and stood beside her quietly.

"Manzhou, you heard what Shaochun said. Do you think something is wrong?" Zhao Fusheng asked.

The little girl closed her eyes after hearing this.

When she closed her eyes, her hair was flying in the wind, and then the hair flew up. The hair on her head was like long, thin thorns, standing upright and flying in the air, slowly lifting her body up.

This scene alone was enough to frighten Kong Youde into falling into the arms of the officer.

"There are no ghosts."

The faint red mist turned into clouds and surrounded her. The child felt it carefully for a long time, then suddenly opened her eyes and said something.

Wu Shaochun originally thought that he had made a mistake in judgment and was a little worried. After hearing what Kuai Manzhou said, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Yeah, no ghosts."

Zhao Fusheng sighed.

When she said this, Wu Shaochun immediately realized something was wrong.

"How can there be no ghosts in the ghost grave where the evil ghosts are buried?!" His eyes suddenly widened, his heart was beating loudly, and a look of regret appeared on his face.

"Shaochun is right." Zhao Fusheng nodded.

Although Wu Shaochun said he was praised, he was not happy, but rather ashamed.

"Forty-three years ago, a terrible ghost was buried here."

Ghosts will not disappear just because they have been buried or sealed for a long time. The headless ghost corpse that Liu Huacheng has guarded for decades is a good example.

And as time goes by, the seal gradually loses its power in the battle with the evil ghost, and will eventually be wiped out, and the evil ghost will revive sooner or later.

When Zhao Fusheng heard that Magistrate Pang mentioned the ghost case in Fengmen Village, he was worried that such a thing would happen, so he immediately rushed to Fengmen Village after checking the information.

She was worried about this on the way here, but later in her conversation with Old Man Zhang, she gained hope for Xie Jingsheng.

But this glimmer of hope was extremely weak. It wasn't until I arrived at my destination and saw the old grave with my own eyes that I finally gave up.

"After all, it's been 43 years, so it's reasonable for the seal to fail."

Zhao Fusheng shook his head.

After she finished speaking, she reached out to touch the three pillars of pitch-black ghost incense in front of everyone's horrified eyes.

The moment Zhao Fusheng's fingertips touched the ghost incense, the dark ash on the ghost incense seemed to tremble slightly, and then the powder dispersed.

Three pillars of ghost incense turned into three pools of gray powder in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, the tomb that had previously seemed intact collapsed.

The sound of "rumbling" was mixed with the sound of rolling gravel and sand. A large amount of sand and gravel collapsed, and the weeds on the grave fell down together.

……

After a long time, the fighting stopped.

Amidst the sound of rolling sand, everyone trembled and found tree branches to hide in.

If it weren't for Kuai Manzhou's presence, the villagers and officers would have dispersed long ago.

Zhao Fusheng avoided the gravel and sand vigilantly. When everything calmed down, she looked at the collapsed tomb and shouted:
"Lin Laoba."

Lin Laoba, who was carrying a hoe, stepped forward bravely:

"grown ups--"

"You guys dig up the grave."

Although it was confirmed that Li Gui had left, Zhao Fusheng still decided to dig the grave to confirm out of caution.

"Ah, this -" Lin Laoba and others wanted to refuse.

Although the tombs here are very old, I am afraid that the descendants of the tomb owners have long since died out, or have moved away from this place early, but it is always unlucky to dig up ancestral tombs.

In addition, Lin Laoba and others were reluctant to do so even though a fierce ghost had been buried here. Even if Zhao Fusheng spoke, no one was willing to take action.

"The ghosts in this grave have left. If you dig boldly, the gravedigger will record it. Next year, the tax of the Demon Suppressing Division will be reduced by three months."

As soon as Zhao Fusheng finished speaking, the villagers who were previously fearful and hesitant suddenly became anxious, and all hesitations were thrown away.

Old man Zhang was even eager to grab one of them's shovel, shouting:

"I am coming too."

Everyone stepped forward to dig, and soon they worked together to dig open the grave, revealing a coffin that had long since decayed inside.

It was a medium-thin coffin that should have decayed after decades.

But the appearance of the coffin seemed to be impregnated with a strange black pigment, which kept the coffin from decaying.

Everyone worked together to drag out the coffin and pry open the lid. Two corpses lay side by side inside.

The flesh and blood of the two corpses had all rotted away, with only the skeletons remaining. The messy hair like withered grass covered the skulls, making them look very desolate in the barren mountains.