I become a god in another world

Chapter 261: Open coffin verification

Chapter 261

When Liu Yizhen asked, he subconsciously looked at Kuai Manzhou.

When his father was still alive, he once praised him for being smart and resourceful, far better than ordinary people.

Liu Yizhen also thinks that he has sharp reactions and is not stupid.

But after getting acquainted with Zhao Fusheng, when talking to her, I often felt like I couldn't keep up with her thoughts and her responses were slow.

It would be fine if her topic jumps too much and is wild and unreasonable, making people confused, but her words seem to be connected in context when you think about it carefully. When talking to her, Liu Yizhen feels as if he is watching flowers through the mist - as if he can vaguely spy on things. The prototype of things, but not very clear.

This feeling is not wonderful.

At this time, Liu Yizhen only hoped that someone would feel the same as him, but unfortunately he was disappointed.

Kuai Manzhou was expressionless.

This child seemed to not respond to the presence of outsiders most of the time. It seemed that she would only interact when Zhao Fusheng called her.

There were two coffins containing ghosts in front of them, but she said nothing. Except for her reaction when Zhao Fusheng wanted to touch the ghost coffins, Kuai Manzhou looked like an exquisite and lovely doll at this time. Standing to one side obediently and quietly.

But Liu Yizhen didn't dare to underestimate her because of this, especially after witnessing her using the power of the ghost.

His eyes hit a wall on Kuai Manzhou, so he had no choice but to work hard and try his best to guess and associate:

"Do you think my grandfather saw the Hongquan Opera Troupe when he was alive?"

After Liu Yizhen turned his attention, he did not notice that behind him, there was blood mist surging and converging into a small blood droplet.

There was a tiny little eye hidden in the blood bead, secretly observing his every move in the sky behind him.

He didn't realize this, but Zhao Fusheng noticed it.

She gave the little girl a warning look, and the bloody bead sensibly retreated outside the Confucius Temple.

They did not stop until they exited the hall of Confucius Temple.

Although Kuai Manzhou resigned obediently, he still had a rebellious side.

As soon as the blood beads left the Confucius Temple, they split into dozens of beads and surrounded the temple, occupying every architectural gap in the Confucius Temple.

There is a small eye hidden in every blood bead, all of which are staring at Liu Yizhen persistently.

The expressionless child standing next to Zhao Fusheng raised his head, raised an eyebrow, and stared at Zhao Fusheng provocatively.

"..." Zhao Fusheng was speechless at this girl's rebellious behavior.

The young man was completely unaware of the interaction between the elder and the younger.

His mind was focused on the conversation with Zhao Fusheng, and he tried his best to think about the relationship between Liu Huacheng and the Hongquan Theater Troupe, so as not to be at a disadvantage in the conversation and have to be led by Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng first said that Liu Huacheng was destined to be "red", and then asked him if he liked going to the theater during his lifetime. Combined with the existence of the ghost theater troupe, Zhao Fusheng should have suspected that there was a connection between the two.

But Liu Yizhen didn't understand: "Although this possibility is very high, there is no evidence to prove this. If it is just speculation-"

Halfway through his words, he shook his head.

Zhao Fusheng rubbed his fingers on the stone lid of the coffin:
"It's not very likely. I feel that there is a high probability that they are related."

After saying that, she saw that Liu Yizhen was hesitant to speak, so she understood what he was thinking, lowered her eyelids, and said with a smile:
"I say this for three reasons."

"The first reason must be that the Hongquan Opera Troupe has been famous for a long time, and my grandfather was extremely wealthy when he was alive." It is completely understandable that one is famous and the other is rich, and there have been intersections and entanglements between the two.

Liu Yizhen felt that his thoughts were beginning to become active.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Fusheng nodded:

"That's one of the reasons."

Liu Yizhen said again:
"Then the second reason should be related to Paper Man Zhang."

"Yes." Zhao Fusheng said:
"Zhiman Zhang acts crazy and cruel, but he is not a fool."

On the contrary, he acted thoughtfully and cautiously.

After careful consideration, he found that the ghost cases he intervened in were closely related to each other and had great cause and effect.

From the initial disappearance case of Shen Yishu and his companions, to the case of the stand-in ghost in Kotou Village, and then from the stand-in ghost to the headless ghost and Liu Huacheng who was related to the headless ghost - and now it involves the Hongquan Theater Troupe, then in this way It is inferred that there is definitely a cause and effect between Hongquan Theater Troupe and Liu Huacheng that outsiders cannot know.

Liu Huacheng, who was at the center of the incident, is dead.

Decades have passed, and later generations can no longer know the specific details of the truth, but they can conjecture based on the actions of the paper figures.

Liu Yizhen's eyes lit up and he nodded:

"This is also a good way, it is indeed possible."

After speaking, he asked again:

"Then what's the third reason you mentioned?"

"When I was in Baozhi County, I had a conversation with Liu Chunquan, the leader of the Hongquan Opera Troupe at that time, and he accidentally mentioned an old incident."

Zhao Fusheng told the story about Liu Chunquan's mention that his father-in-law went to Beijing decades ago and received a reward of one tael of silver from a Beijing official at that time.

"But later, a ghost incident occurred in the Imperial Capital, and the Hongquan Opera Troupe had no choice but to leave the capital to avoid disaster."

They left very hastily.

"When Liu Chunquan mentioned the incident afterwards, he said that his father-in-law deeply regretted this. Before he died, he lamented that the troupe owed someone a favor and had not repaid it."

Zhao Fusheng added:

"According to him, the theater troupe has a rule. If you owe the reward money, you must give the spectator a good show. Once the rule is broken, it will be unlucky."

Liu Yizhen was thoughtful:
"You mean, this Beijing official is my grandfather?"

Zhao Fusheng’s expression became intriguing:

"Nine times out of ten."

Such is her character.

Sometimes she is extremely decisive, and doing things is like cutting through the mess with a sharp knife, even a bit like child's play; but sometimes talking to her is like guessing a riddle. She will not say something for sure, but will only give clues and hints, allowing people to infer and guess on their own. .

"Ugh."

Liu Yizhen sighed:
"It's really hard to talk to you. It feels like my father was lecturing me when he was alive."

"whee."

In the quiet temple, the little girl's chuckle rang out.

Liu Yizhen turned around and saw that Kuai Manzhou still had a cold face, not looking like she was laughing at him.

But the laughter does exist.

Liu Yizhen thought she was distracted and not paying attention to her conversation with Zhao Fusheng. It seemed that the child was just indifferent to everything on the surface, but in fact she was still paying full attention to what was going on around her.

Thinking of this, Liu Yizhen's back felt cold.

A feeling of being secretly spied on suddenly spread throughout his body, and he looked around with great vigilance.

He had heard about children's abilities and witnessed them with his own eyes. They were related to ghost nets and ghost flowers composed of ghost threads as thin as silk hair...

At this time, he looked around and found nothing strange, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

But when he looked back, he glanced at Kuai Manzhou with some fear.

Liu Yizhen let down his guard so quickly that he didn't notice that at the same time that he was relieved, a dark light flashed quickly in the little girl's eyes.

Zhao Fusheng caught this and showed a headache.

When Liu Yizhen looked at Zhao Fusheng again, he noticed the compassion in her eyes. Pity, pity...?
Liu Yizhen felt goosebumps all over his body, and he even had the urge to use his power immediately to protect himself by spreading the ghost-suppressing body of King Kong around him.

"Why are you looking at me like this?" he asked.

"..." Zhao Fusheng shook his head:

"I'm not the one looking at you."

There were only three living people and three ghosts present.

Except for the ghosts, Liu Yizhen checked. Kuai Manzhou restrained himself and did not use the power of the ghosts - "I saw you looking at me." Liu Yizhen complained expressionlessly.

Zhao Fusheng was too lazy to talk to him:
"You are mistaken."

After that, turn the topic back on track:

"Who is this official from the capital who rewarded the silver? Because of the long time ago, Liu Chunquan doesn't know, and I couldn't be sure before that."

Liu Yizhen's attention was diverted by her words, and he said after hearing the words:

"Then you still say that——"

"Because it's not completely traceable." Zhao Fusheng explained:

"The time and place match."

This happened before the death of the Headless Ghost.

Liu Huacheng was demoted due to the headless ghost case, and later resigned and returned to his hometown. Before that, he had stayed in the imperial capital - theoretically, it is entirely possible for the two to meet.

"It's possible." When Liu Yizhen said this, he shook his head:
"But this reason is far-fetched."

"There's no way." Zhao Fusheng twitched his lips:
"After all, we are latecomers. We were not born in that era. We cannot see many things with our own eyes and can only guess."

After speaking, she changed the subject:
"But we have no evidence, but we can use the actions of others to confirm the authenticity of this matter."

When she said this, Liu Yizhen also reacted:
"Paper figurine?"

"Yes." Zhao Fusheng nodded:

"I was just guessing at first, but the paper man Zhang led the Hongquan Theater Troupe to the Confucius Temple, which makes me 80% sure of the matter."

She has a contradictory personality, being both bold and reckless, but also extremely cautious.

Now it is said that it is '80%' sure, but to Liu Yizhen's ears, it is almost the same as full certainty.

When the two of them talked about this, he already believed it in his heart.

Zhao Fusheng smiled again and said:

"I have a guess, if it can be confirmed——"

Liu Yizhen didn't understand the conjecture she was talking about at first, but when he saw Zhao Fusheng's eyes darkened, there was a hint of danger in the smile at the corner of his mouth.

Perhaps because he had interacted with her a lot, he gradually figured out Zhao Fusheng's speaking style. A strange thought came into his mind, and he remembered something:

"You said that the paper man Zhang attracted a ghost troupe and suppressed a ghost in order to escape intact——" Liu Yizhen stared at Zhao Fusheng as he spoke:

"Which ghost do you think he suppressed?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Fusheng's eyebrows relaxed and he smiled.

Liu Yizhen knew that he had guessed correctly.

A feeling of joy came to his heart. Although he had not yet guessed how the paper man Zhang acted under his nose and which ghost he acted on, he could understand Zhao Fusheng's thoughts during the conversation at this time. Being consistent made Liu Yizhen very happy.

Zhao Fusheng couldn't see him being so happy.

She remembered what Liu Yizhen had said before, with a sly look in her eyes, deliberately showing kindness, and shouted in an old-fashioned way:
"Yizhen, you are really smart."

After finishing speaking, a smile appeared on his face that made Liu Yizhen feel vaguely uncomfortable - as if he was a little relieved, a little emotional...

"whee."

The little girl's laughter sounded again.

A thin ghost thread wrapped around Liu Yizhen's finger.

His heart trembled heavily and he was about to tear off the thread. When he looked down, Kuai Manzhou was looking at him:
"She wants to be your grandpa."

Child reminder.

Liu Yizhen was furious:
"When talking about ghost cases, just talk about ghost cases——"

"Hahahahaha." Zhao Fusheng laughed.

The eerie atmosphere in the Confucius Temple was instantly dispersed by the conversation between the three people.

Liu Yizhen's tight body relaxed unconsciously in this atmosphere. He was a little angry at first, but later he saw Zhao Fusheng laughing and was speechless.

"you really--"

He wanted to complain, but then he remembered that Zhao Fusheng was strong and thick-skinned, and there was absolutely nothing he could do against her. In the end, he couldn't help but want to laugh, but asked with a straight face:

"Which ghost did Paperman Zhang attack?"

Zhao Fusheng stopped joking and immediately dropped his smile after hearing this:
"Your father."

"Is it because you suspect they are involved?"

Although Liu Yizhen was still asking questions, he quite believed in Zhao Fusheng's judgment, so when he spoke, he had already moved his legs and walked to the coffin, which was as red as blood.

"After your father passed away, did you open the coffin and check it?" Zhao Fusheng also knew that he might be a little nervous. He just wanted to find an excuse to talk to relieve his inner anxiety, so he asked him too.

He shook his head:
"After death, people should be buried in their graves."

Liu Huacheng was destined not to get this long-term peace.

But as his descendant, Liu Yizhen had no way to put him to death. The only thing he could do was to let him sleep temporarily in this red coffin without disturbing his peace.

"If you don't interrupt, someone else will."

Zhao Fusheng said:

"There are too many people in this world who don't know etiquette."

"Yes."

Liu Yizhen's eyes showed a ruthless look:
"If he really offends my father, and I meet him in the future, I will settle the score with him."

After speaking, he put his hand on the red coffin.

Under the gaze of Zhao Fusheng and Kuai Manzhou, his fingers turned into gold, as if made of pure gold, and rested on the corner of the red coffin.

'Ka, ka'.

Amidst two snapping sounds, the red corners of the coffin cracked.

Liu Yizhen roughly opened the nailed coffin lid, "Buzz——"

The three of them all seemed to hear the sound of exploding mist at the same time.

A red cloud seemed to explode in front of Zhao Fusheng, forming a red mushroom-shaped airflow that slowly rose from the top of the red coffin.

Countless tiny sawdust particles were mixed in the red cloud, carrying the aura of the evil ghost and splashing out, splashing everywhere with a "swish".

Liu Huacheng's evil spirit was too strong.

Although he didn't have time to kill anyone after his death, he did harm to countless people and committed murders during his lifetime. After his death, he turned into a ghost and became a terrifying ghost like no other.

At the moment when the coffin was opened, even though it was in a deep sleep state, the evil spirit belonging to the disaster-level ghost still impacted the red coffin, shattering it into pieces and turning it into dust.

Under the pale light, if the three of them were not ordinary people, Leng might have seen the splashing red mist and might have thought it was blood splashing out.