I become a god in another world

Chapter 260 Fate with Hong
Chapter 260
"Not sleeping?" Liu Yizhen couldn't help being surprised when he heard what Zhao Fusheng said:
"How is that possible-"

He exclaimed subconsciously.

But just halfway through speaking, Liu Yizhen quickly realized that something was wrong.

Too many things happened tonight, and the resurgence of the Confucius Temple ghost had a great impact on him. He was trapped in the situation, and his thinking was limited for a while.

"When the blood moon appeared, didn't you hear the sound of gongs, drums and opera?" Zhao Fusheng asked.

"..." Liu Yizhen closed his eyes and his expression changed quickly:
"Yes, I was negligent."

A sleeping ghost cannot sing.

Liu Yizhen fell into silence when he thought of this.

When the blood moon appeared, he heard the sound of opera gongs and drums with his own ears. The ghost troupe did not completely fall into sleep, they were in a state of recovery.

"How did he do it-"

Two sleeping ghosts and a resurrected ghost troupe maintain a delicate balance among the three ghosts - just imagining such a scene makes Liu Yizhen tremble, but the paper man Zhang seems to have achieved this .

"How on earth did he do it!"

"I don't know."

Zhao Fusheng smiled and shook his head: "But the facts are before us."

The risky move made by Paper Man Zhang was like walking a tightrope on a cliff, but he made it extremely steadily and brilliantly, and he succeeded.

If it weren't for such a dangerous and crazy person, who was also his mortal enemy, Zhao Fusheng would have wanted to recruit him into the Demon Suppression Division and let him be used by him.

"Zhiman Zhang is indeed a powerful person." She smiled.

Liu Yizhen's face turned dark:
"How can you still laugh?"

Zhao Fusheng couldn't help laughing when he saw that he was anxious and uneasy:

"Are you crying if you don't laugh?"

She said:
"Crying has happened, and laughing has happened, so why can't I laugh?"

A cold little hand slipped into her palm and grabbed her palm. Zhao Fusheng lowered his head and glanced at Kuai Manzhou, then held the child's hand behind his back:

"Anyway, go up if you're in trouble, and hide if you're in danger."

"...You are open-minded." Liu Yizhen complained, "What should I do if I can't hide?"

"If you can't avoid it, fight him." Zhao Fusheng said.

"Can you win?" Liu Yizhen's belief was a little shaken at this time, and he turned around and asked.

"I don't know."

Zhao Fusheng shook his head honestly:

"But no matter how bad the situation is right now, it's still much better than when I was just controlling ghosts."

Her tone was calm, but beneath that calmness, there was hidden the dangerous path she had taken.

Liu Yizhen's thoughts drifted back to the time when the two had just met.

She broke into the begging alley single-handedly.

At that time, she had just controlled ghosts, but she was so bold that she finally put an end to the ghost troubles.

Zhao Fusheng looked at the two people:

"It didn't matter what I wanted at that time. Now I have Wan'an County, I have the Demon Suppression Division, and I have already controlled the ghosts——"

Before she finished speaking, he took her little hand and squeezed her palm. Kuai Manzhou raised his head:
"Fusheng, you still have me."

The child said crisply.

The smile on Zhao Fusheng's face when he spoke was stunned when he heard Kuai Manzhou's words.

After a while, there was a hint of astonishment in her eyes.

She didn't seem to expect Kuai Manzhou to say this. She was a little overwhelmed for a while and didn't speak for a long time.

Liu Yizhen had seen her laughing and scolding, seeing her with a thick face and a dark heart, and seeing her being bold and shrewd, but it was rare to see her at such a loss.

At this moment, Kuai Manzhou's timely interjection made her look embarrassed, but after a while, she quickly suppressed the look in her eyes, showed Liu Yizhen's familiar smile, lowered her head and said to Kuai Manzhou:
"Okay, I still have you."

Kuai Manzhou nodded with satisfaction.

"..."

Liu Yizhen looked at this scene strangely and felt something was wrong.

Ghost controllers are not easy to deal with.

He had previously witnessed Kuai Manzhou exerting the power of a ghost, almost indistinguishable from a ghost. Such a child seemed normal on the outside but still had some humanity left in her heart. No one knew why she obeyed Zhao Fusheng's words.

"Did you put some kind of poison on her?"

Liu Yizhen suppressed the worries caused by the existence of the ghost theater troupe and curiously asked Zhao Fusheng:
"Why else would she be so obedient?"

Zhao Fusheng said:

"I'm getting a salary."

"What salary?" Liu Yizhen was a little confused:

"Money?"

"Money!" Kuai Manzhou nodded.

"How much?" Liu Yizhen asked the little girl curiously.

The child thought for a while, then raised his other hand to count. After a while, he raised his hand again:
"Give me so much."

Her five fingers were spread wide, and Liu Yizhen was a little unbelievable:

"Five, five——"

Kuai Manzhou nodded:
"Five cents!"

"..."

Liu Yizhen's eyes darkened, and he turned to look at Zhao Fusheng:
"Just give me five cents, and you'll—"

"It's just five articles for the time being!" Zhao Fusheng emphasized, and then added:

"Besides, it's useless for a kid to get so much money. The Demon-Suppressing Division provides food and accommodation. What a great job -"

When Liu Yizhen heard this, he looked at Kuai Manzhou again:

"Then your five cents——"

The child's eyes were bright when he heard him ask this question:

"Giving birth to Fu."

"..." Liu Yizhen couldn't believe it and turned to look at Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng had a thick face and a dark heart. When he saw him looking at him, he smiled and said:
"Children are big-hearted and lose money easily, so I will keep it for her."

The little girl nodded:
"My mother said so too."

"..."

Liu Yizhen was silent for a moment and suddenly said:
"My salary must be replenished."

After saying that, he pointed at the child again:

"It can't be the same as her salary, and I have to collect it myself."

"...Okay, okay." Zhao Fusheng nodded, looked around again, and quickened his pace:
"Hurry up and finish the matter first, and move the headless ghost away as soon as possible to avoid a long night of dreams."

A few people stopped chatting and quickened their pace.

About a quarter of an hour later, the three of them arrived in front of the Confucius Temple.

The atmosphere between the few people that had been relaxed due to joking became serious again after approaching the Confucius Temple.

Two pale lanterns were hung in front of the Confucius Temple.

But she didn't know if it was Zhao Fusheng's illusion, but she always felt that the light of the lantern was much dimmed, and the odor that shrouded the Confucius Temple was stronger, as if something was rotting.

She looked at Kuai Manzhou. The little girl looked into her eyes and understood her thoughts:
"Three ghosts."

Kuai Manzhou said.

Three fierce ghosts exist, the headless ghost, Liu Huacheng, and the ghost troupe. The paper man Zhang has escaped without being noticed.

In other words, there is no danger in Confucius Temple at this time.

Zhao Fusheng took a deep breath and was about to move forward when Liu Yizhen suddenly said:

"I'll go ahead."

Zhao Fusheng raised his eyebrows and looked at him:

"You have to think clearly."

The young man looked serious:

"The headless ghost is my responsibility. When my father was alive, he told me that this is the cause and effect of our Liu family."

Zhao Fusheng was slightly startled when he heard this.

She didn't expect Liu Yizhen to say that. After a moment, she calmed down her dumb look and said with a smile:

"it is good."

Regardless of what she was thinking, Liu Yizhen strode into the Confucius Temple.

After learning that there was another ghost troupe hidden here, Liu Yizhen felt that the once very familiar Confucius Temple had become much colder and darker.

The moment he entered the temple, pale golden spots appeared on Liu Yizhen's skin.

As soon as he entered the temple, these golden spots expanded rapidly, spreading all over his body in an instant, turning his whole body into a bronze statue in the blink of an eye, and even his footsteps sounded much heavier when he walked.

With the sound of "dong, dong", he took a few steps forward and then stopped.

Zhao Fusheng saw his back, understood what he meant, and pulled Kuai Manzhou into the temple.

Liu Yizhen, who was covered in pale gold, heard the two people coming from behind, and then walked inside.

The headless ghost's coffin and Liu Huacheng's spiritual pivot are placed side by side in the depths of the Confucius Temple.

The three of them entered the temple, but nothing strange happened. The two ghosts were still asleep and showed no signs of waking up.

The crisis was not completely eliminated, but Zhao Fusheng did not panic. Instead, he gestured to Liu Yizhen to let him off guard.

The golden light on Liu Yizhen's body gradually dissipated, and his complexion became much paler than before.

People are always just mortal bodies. Even people like Liu Yizhen who are born with extraordinary power are never real ghosts. When using such power, they will cause certain harm to themselves.

Zhao Fusheng's eyes fell on the coffin.

The two coffins in front of him, one red and one black, looked particularly eye-catching under the pale light.

She suddenly asked:

"Yizhen, is this red coffin your grandfather's coffin?"

Liu Yizhen nodded:
"This red coffin was prepared by my grandfather when he was still alive."

His voice was still a little weak.

The red moon that appeared tonight revived Li Gui. He exerted his power to suppress Li Gui twice in succession and was seriously injured. At this time, he inevitably showed signs of fatigue.

But when he heard Zhao Fusheng's question, he still managed to gather his energy and replied:
"My grandfather died on his 100th birthday. It was a funeral. According to custom, he could use a red coffin——"

It was not surprising that Zhao Fusheng could guess which coffin belonged to Liu Huacheng.

The headless ghost's coffin is pure black and has no lid, with only a stone slab on top.

This stone slab cannot prevent ghosts. What really threatens the headless ghost is the dark ghost coffin that is suppressed under the sarcophagus. This stone only serves to prevent someone from accidentally breaking in here and opening the coffin to see the ghost.

Zhao Fusheng nodded.

She broke away from Kuai Manzhou's hand and held it in the air for a while, then tentatively moved her hand towards the ghost coffin.

Kuai Manzhou sensed the danger and subconsciously wanted to pull her away. Zhao Fusheng stopped her:
"do not move!"

The balance here is very delicate, and a little carelessness may lead to unpredictable consequences.

There was a look of anxiety in Kuai Manzhou's eyes, but after Zhao Fusheng spoke, she still stood there obediently.

Liu Yizhen moved her lips and wanted to speak, but thinking of Zhao Fusheng's character, he did not stop her and continued:

"After he died, he was placed in this red coffin."

"I heard from a man named Liu Wu who was on duty at the Yamen that your grandfather was born with a supernatural power. He said that before he was born, his mother had a strange dream, in which she dreamed that he was walking in the city holding a red book. On the day he was born, Is there even more red clouds appearing in the sky?" Zhao Fusheng's hand slowly fell on the stone cover of the black ghost coffin and asked Liu Yizhen.

Liu Yizhen focused all his attention on her hands. When he saw her touching the stone cover and nothing strange happened, he breathed a sigh of relief. Then he realized belatedly that Zhao Fusheng was talking to him.

He paused for a while before reacting and nodded:

"There are such rumors, but don't take the local slang seriously. The red coffin has no other meaning, and the coffin does not have the same suppressive effect as the ghost coffin. It is purely for luck."

Zhao Fusheng smiled and said:
"Your father seems to have a special affinity with 'red'."

She meant something, and Liu Yizhen was stunned:
"How do you say this?"

"Red clouds appear in the sky, holding a red book, and the person sleeping in a red coffin after death——"

As soon as Zhao Fusheng finished speaking, Liu Yizhen didn't know how to answer:

"It's just a coincidence-"

Zhao Fusheng did not refute his words, but Leng Yuhe asked:

"Did he listen to plays when he was alive?"

"play?"

Zhao Fusheng's mind jumped from local slang rumors to something related to "drama".

Because it involves the existence of a ghost theater troupe in Confucius Temple, Liu Yizhen's heart tightened when he heard the word "opera", and he immediately did not dare to be careless.

He always felt that there was something in Zhao Fusheng's words, so he thought carefully for a moment and then said cautiously:
"You also know that when I was born, the Liu family was already in decline—"

From this sentence, Zhao Fusheng could tell that Liu Yizhen understood what he meant.

"My father was already the temple priest of the Confucius Temple and was in trouble." Liu Huacheng's wish at that time was probably to appease the headless ghost and not revive the headless ghost, so he had no time to listen to the gongs and drums of the drama.

"But the Liu family was a big family in Wan'an County at that time, and according to the rules, they had to invite the theater troupe into the house to celebrate during the holidays."

If it's a big birthday, big and well-known opera troupes will be invited a few years in advance.

After all, transportation is inconvenient at this time, and the troupe is traveling all over the country. If you don't make a reservation in advance, you won't be able to find anyone for a while.

When Zhao Fusheng heard this, he asked casually:

"For example, when your father celebrates his sixtieth birthday."

Liu Yizhen thought for a moment and nodded:
"Correct."

"Which theater troupe did your father invite for his sixtieth birthday?" Zhao Fusheng asked again.

"Which troupe?" Liu Yizhen was stumped by her question, with a troubled look on his face:
"This - I really don't know."

He explained:
"When I was born, the Liu family had already declined. The clan members were scattered throughout the Han Dynasty, and all contact was almost cut off." When he mentioned these past events, a trace of loneliness flashed in his eyes, but he soon suppressed this loss:

"Many uncles didn't even know that I existed, or even that my father was still alive."

Zhao Fusheng nodded and asked him:

"Didn't your father mention it when he was alive?"

Liu Yizhen shook his head slightly:
"No."

他 说:

"What my grandfather talked about the most when he was alive was to tell me to 'feed' the beggar ghosts and keep an eye on the beggar ghosts. Later, he told me how to deal with the old man once the evil spirits revived after his death——"

After he finished speaking, he finally couldn't help but ask:

"Fusheng, when you asked about the troupe, do you think my father had anything to do with the Hongquan troupe when he was still alive?"

(End of this chapter)