I become a god in another world

Chapter 245 Weird Paper Man
Chapter 245

The Xu family had already interrogated the relevant servants involved in the disappearance of the Hongquan Theater Troupe, and they already knew the information.

After the boy finished speaking, the Xu family all looked at Zhao Fusheng, waiting for her to speak.

Zhao Fusheng lowered his eyes and pondered for a moment.

She didn't say anything, but Zhang Chuanshi asked:

"What official family?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xu Yachen and others subconsciously turned their heads and looked in the direction of Zhao Fusheng.

Although this attitude is not explained, the meaning is self-evident.

Zhang Chuanshi whispered:
"You mean my master?"

The Xu family’s eyes flickered, and Huang Si’s expression hesitated:

"This one……"

"Whatever this or that, if you have anything to say, just say it—"

Zhang Chuanshi suddenly curled his lips and was about to curse.

At this moment, Zhao Fusheng shook his head:

"not me."

Xu Yachen said quickly:
"The disappearance of the Hongquan Troupe naturally has nothing to do with you—"

"is not what it means."

Zhao Fusheng shook his head.

She knew that the Xu family had misunderstood, so she said:

"The official who Xiao Bailing mentioned who wanted to perform in the opera should not be me."

As soon as Zhao Fusheng finished speaking, Xu Yachen's face showed a confused look:

"Not an adult?"

"It's not me." Zhao Fusheng denied again.

"But - but -" The Xu family was caught off guard by her answer, and Xu Yachen said a little strangely:

"But the Hongquan Opera Troupe is really going to Wan'an County to sing for adults?"

"It's true that the Hongquan Opera Troupe is going to Wan'an County, but it's not for me to sing."

Xu Yachen's eyes widened in shock:
"Aren't you singing for your Excellency? But Your Excellency has already ordered the troupe to go to Wan'an County. With Your Excellency's strength, who else in this county dares to take advantage of Your Excellency? Compete with Your Excellency?"

Zhao Fusheng looked at him intently:
"ghost."

"..."

Everyone in the Xu family was shocked, with looks of horror and horror on their faces.

'call--'

A night wind suddenly blew in the courtyard, causing the dry bamboo leaves on the ground to fly around like dead butterflies.

The lanterns hanging under the eaves swayed, and the fire light dimmed and brightened.

"Ahhhh!!!"

Everyone in the Xu family was already scared, but this sudden change almost scared the timid ones to the point of fainting.

Xu Yachen's hands were shaking:
"Ghost, ghost?"

"Just kidding you."

Zhao Fusheng twitched his lips and got back to the topic:
"When I came back to Wan'an County last time, I had a few words with Liu Chunquan, and he mentioned an old incident——"

Xu Yachen was so frightened that his face turned pale.

He couldn't laugh it off.

But Zhao Fusheng has a relaxed and casual attitude and can also joke. It is obvious that she is not in a bad mood, which is another good thing for the Xu family.

Thinking like this, Xu Yachen gradually relaxed. After hearing what Zhao Fusheng said, he couldn't help but ask:
"Are old events related to this case?"

"There may be some connection, but I'm not sure yet." Zhao Fusheng said.

Zhang Chuanshi asked, holding a lantern:
"What old story?"

Zhao Fusheng turned to look at him and didn't hide anything from him:

"Liu Chunquan said that in his early years when his father-in-law was still alive, he visited the imperial capital and received a reward of money from a capital official."

Zhang Chuanshi grasped the lantern handle with both hands, and his knuckles were clearly pressed against his skin.

But when he heard Zhao Fusheng say this, his clenched palms couldn't help but loosen. Although the expression on his face did not change, Zhao Fusheng could tell from the subtle changes in his body language that he seemed to be relieved.

She chuckled.

Zhang Chuanshi, who was originally feeling relaxed, felt his scalp numb when he heard the laughter, and he quickly said:
"Sir, isn't Liu Chunquan young? When was his father-in-law alive? What does it have to do with Liu Changsheng saying that Xiao Bailing is going to sing for the officials?"

"It happened fifty or sixty years ago. Liu Chunquan said that according to the rules of the troupe, it is only right to perform a stage opera for others after receiving the reward, and to show up to say thank you."

Xu Yachen also felt strange:
"Did the Hongquan Opera Troupe not sing this opera at that time?"

"Yes." Zhao Fusheng nodded.

"Why is this?" Xu Yachen was a little confused.

"Because a ghost case occurred in the Imperial Capital at that time, the theater troupe was forced to leave the capital. When all the disturbances subsided and the theater troupe settled down, the official who rewarded them with the money could no longer be found."

From then on, Liu Chunquan's father-in-law regarded this matter as a pity.

Everyone couldn't help being shocked when they heard this:
"Sir, how is this possible?"

How could the past decades ago be involved decades later?

Zhang Chuanshi and everyone in the Xu family couldn't help but nod after hearing this.

Zhao Fusheng smiled:

"Liu Chunquan said that before his father-in-law died, he kept talking about how much he owed this drama."

After she finished speaking, she said coldly:
"This world is not right."

What she said was so meaningless that Zhang Chuanshi was stunned for a moment:
"What's wrong?"

"Having conscience and morality is a good thing, but if the time is wrong and the environment is wrong, adhering to such principles will actually become a disaster and a burden, especially under the instruction of a thoughtful person, it is more likely to cause disaster!"

Zhao Fusheng's tone gradually became heavier and he gave Zhang Chuanshi a cold look.

"..."

Zhang Chuanshi's hands shook a few times, and his glib eyes instantly became a little tighter.

He seemed to have been hit hard.

"Sir, could it be that the official in the capital turned into a ghost and the cause and effect failed when he came?"

After hearing this, Xu Yachen's whole body became hairy and he asked in a trembling voice.

"After a person dies, even if the ghost recovers and has long lost the emotions and memories of his life, how can he remember these grudges and relationships?" Zhao Fusheng adjusted his emotions and said:
"It's nothing more than someone making trouble, pretending to be a ghost, and deliberately causing trouble."

When she thought about the dozens of lives in the troupe, which might have been lost in vain due to the selfishness of some people, murderous intent surged in her heart:

"That's why I want to ask."

She stopped rambling and directly reached out to grab the boy who was delivering the food.

Zhao Fusheng's hands were cold, and the boy was always frightened. Once he was caught by her, his legs became weak from fear, and he kept wailing:
"Sir, spare my life."

"Without further ado, where were you when you were talking to Liu Changsheng?" Zhao Fusheng lifted him up, his legs collapsed to the ground, and his upper body was lifted by her, causing his face to turn blue.

Hearing that she was just asking questions, not killing people, I felt refreshed:
"Over there! Over there, I will take the adults there."

"lead the way!"

Zhao Fusheng let go of his hand.

The boy fell to the ground, but after he landed, he felt relieved, crawled forward on all fours, and quickly crawled forward.

He crawled toward the courtyard toward the left wing of the inner building.

There is a "back"-shaped verandah outside the side room, which is more than ten feet wide. There are three stone steps below, and stone lampposts are placed on both sides of the steps.

The boy climbed to the lamppost, pointed at the lamppost and shouted:
"Sir, it's right here, right here! This is where I talked to Liu Changsheng that day."

As he spoke, he got up and leaned against the lamp post. He stepped forward with one leg, bent one leg, and rested his elbow on the lamp post, making a pose: "That's how Changsheng followed him that day. I spoke."

The posture he assumed under tension was ridiculously stiff.

But no one dared to laugh at this moment.

Zhao Fusheng's eyes fell from him to the lamppost.

A lamp was lit in the stone lamppost, and a small pile of fallen leaves was buried in the corner below, with some bamboo leaves spread on top.

Zhao Fusheng's eyes narrowed and he strode towards the lamppost.

Seeing that the boy was still leaning against the lamppost, she shouted:
"Step aside."

The boy rolled and crawled aside.

Zhao Fusheng knelt down and reached out to dig at the dead leaves.

When Xu Yachen saw her doing this, he couldn't help but panic and said:

"It's better to let Huang Si do such a rough job -"

"Yes Yes Yes."

Huang Si responded a few times and rolled up his sleeves.

Zhao Fusheng ignored them.

She peeled open the fallen leaves two or three times, revealing something buried under the fallen leaves.

"found it."

Zhao Fucheng breathed a sigh of relief.

After everyone heard what she said, they realized that she was not digging leaves for no reason, but was looking for something.

Zhang Chuanshi's eyebrows jumped.

Others gathered around curiously:

"What did you find?"

Xu Yachen was about to poke his head forward, but Zhang Chuanshi, who had been stunned before, had already reacted and nimbly pushed forward.

Everyone was so squeezed by him that they could not stand firmly, but they dared not speak out in anger. Finally, they all came forward to take a look - they saw a strange paper-cut the size of a palm lying in the pile of fallen leaves.

The piece of paper was about the length of a palm and cut into a human shape. After it fell to the ground, it was mixed with fallen leaves and stained with dust. It looked just like a leaf, so no one in the Xu family noticed it before.

Xu Yachen himself didn't even know he had this thing at home.

"what is this?"

He turned to ask Huang Si.

After the Hongquan Opera Troupe disappeared, Changchun Garden was almost turned upside down. Everyone counted their valuables and looked for the troupe, but no one noticed the paper-cuts mixed in the fallen leaves.

"Like, like a paper man——"

Huang Si replied.

"It's just a paper man."

When Zhao Fusheng saw this thing, he felt even more confident.

She reached out and picked up the paper man.

This thin piece of paper turned out to be quite heavy to begin with, weighing at least a dozen kilograms.

There is a ghostly aura lingering on it.

She turned the paper man over and saw that the head of the paper man, which was as big as a quail, had artificially painted eyebrows, eyes and lips.

I saw that the artificially painted eyebrows and eyes on the face of the paper were dark and the lips were red. Together with the dirt on the face, it was indescribably weird.

When Xu Yachen saw this evil thing, he was a little uneasy - suddenly the paper man's lips moved.

At first, the old gentleman thought that his eyes were dazzled, and subconsciously wanted to rub his eyes.

But as soon as he raised his hand, he heard a heart-rending scream coming from his ears: "Ahhhh!!!"

"Ghost!!!"

Screams came and went.

A scene that made Xu Yachen's liver and gallbladder split appeared.

The moment Zhao Fusheng turned the paper man over, he saw the paper man grinning.

As it grinned, a large amount of air poured into its body from its open mouth.

The paper man's dry and flat body actually swelled as if blown by air.

Its legs were stretched and straightened, and its hands danced twice in the wind like noodles, then opened and hung down on its side in an instant.

It only takes a moment for the face to change from flat to round, and the facial features to be distorted and then evenly distributed.

As soon as it left Zhao Fusheng's palm, it swelled up after being blown up and fell to the ground. Finally, it fell against a stone lamppost not far away with a bang, looking at everyone with a stiff and weird smile on its face.

It was already night.

It was dark, and a troupe had mysteriously disappeared in Changchun Garden a few days ago.

The case was not yet clear. Zhao Fusheng found a strange paper man, and then in full view of the public, the paper man turned into a living person. This scene could become a nightmare that will haunt Xu Yachen for the rest of his life.

The reason why he didn't pass out was simply because Zhang Chuanshi had pinched his penis earlier and the pain was excruciating.

Everyone in the Xu family fled in panic.

Zhao Fusheng shouted sharply:
"Don't run around. There's nothing to be afraid of with some ghostly spells."

She looked around:
"This is not a real evil ghost. If it is a evil ghost that revives, it will be useless if it runs away, and it will be easier to die!"

After saying that, she looked at the boy who had fainted on the ground, and then at Zhang Chuanshi:
"Wake him up."

Zhang Chuanshi had gained experience in pinching people. After hearing Zhao Fusheng's instructions, he quickly squatted down, turned the guy over, and pinched the guy with his fingernails, causing the guy to wake up painfully.

"Ghost—ghost—"

"Damn it, look, is this the Liu Changsheng you saw that day?"

Zhao Fusheng had no time to appease him, so he directly asked him to identify him.

He was still screaming.

Zhang Chuanshi is not as well-educated as Zhao Fusheng.

The old man put down the lantern, grabbed the boy and slapped him across the face, shouting:
"Are you awake? You're still beating me when you're not awake."

"Wake up, wake up——"

The servant was beaten until the corner of his mouth was broken, and he became much more awake now. After realizing his situation and knowing that he could not escape, he decided to look at the 'person' leaning against the lamppost.

The 'man' had bright red lips and pale skin. The firelight from the lamppost behind him shone through its body, and its skin seemed to be transparent.

That day, he saw Liu Changsheng's red lips, white teeth, and handsome features. He thought that he was indeed from the troupe, but he was more delicate than ordinary people, but he didn't know that the person talking to him was actually such a thing.

The boy only glanced at it and didn't dare to look again. He nodded desperately and said with a cry:
"It's him, it's him -"

"..."

The Xu family members stood close to each other and were too scared to speak out.

The remaining servants who delivered the food were pale in color, huddled together shoulder to shoulder, and kept shaking.

Zhao Fusheng raised his right hand and activated the power of the beggar.

The coldness of the ghost instantly enveloped her whole body. Her right arm began to lose warmth from her shoulder, and her complexion became pale and stiff.

At this time, Zhao Fusheng's fingers were as hard as a sword. She raised her hand and struck the paper man's abdomen - "dong dong" made several muffled sounds.

Then the beggar's murderous instinct was triggered, and she stabbed the paper man's abdomen with her finger.

The sound of human skin tearing was heard, and then something inside flowed out.

In an instant, the faint smell of sour water suddenly became strong and pungent, and even irritated the eyes.

The food that had been rotten for a long time splashed out from the paper man's torn abdomen and dripped all over the floor.

The strange power of the paper man whose spell was broken dissipated the moment the food poured out.

The paper man, who was originally the same height as a real person, began to shrink rapidly, and the skin lost its color and aura, becoming dull and gray.

While crouching, he was caught by the firelight behind the lamppost, and was ignited with a 'bang' sound, and was burned to ashes in about an instant.