I become a god in another world

Chapter 262 Above Disaster Level
Chapter 262

The dust haze from the shattered red coffin billows in the Confucius Temple.

The sight of the three people was suddenly blocked by the 'red mist' that was so thick that it could not be dissolved.

Dust chokes into the nose.

Except for Kuai Manzhou, Liu Yizhen and Zhao Fusheng both started coughing.

The little girl's figure became much lighter, as if her whole body had become illusory, and the bright red dust passed through her body.

The sudden change caught the three of them off guard. They instinctively twisted their steps, leaned against each other, and looked around cautiously.

Zhao Fusheng half-closed his eyes, resisting the stinging pain in his eyes, held his breath, and fanned in front of his face with his hands.

After a few breaths of time, the dust mist dispersed a little, and blood-red powder spread all over the place.

During this period, Li Gui did not recover.

Zhao Fusheng's heart dropped back to its original position as he raised his voice, and then started beating like crazy.

After being frightened by this, she couldn't help but say:

"Your uncle, you scared me to death."

Liu Yizhen was also frightened. He was still in shock. When he heard Zhao Fusheng's words, for some reason, most of the fear in his heart disappeared in an instant. Not only did he feel much calmer, but he also felt like laughing.

In fact, he actually laughed out loud:

"I thought you were fearless."

Zhao Fusheng rolled his eyes at him:
"I haven't lived enough. Who says I'm not afraid?"

"Hahaha." Liu Yizhen laughed.

Since the two met, this was the first time he saw Zhao Fu angry and frustrated.

Zhao Fusheng patted the red powder on his body and said angrily:
"Stop laughing! Your father's coffin can't be saved, but you, such an unworthy descendant, can still laugh."

"..." Liu Yizhen's laughter stopped suddenly, and now it was Zhao Fusheng's turn to laugh.

The two were bickering and joking when Kuai Manzhou pulled Zhao Fusheng's hand. Zhao Fusheng's smile disappeared and he turned to look at the coffin.

I saw that the red coffin where Liu Huacheng's body was placed was riddled with holes in the previous incident, but the coffin was not completely shattered.

After everything settled, what appeared in front of the three people was a tattered coffin.

The coffin lid was rotten to pieces, and large pieces of the coffin body were broken around it.

But the strange thing is that the coffin did not completely fall apart after experiencing such an impact of the evil spirit - a part of the intact coffin wood cleverly connected the entire coffin.

And these intact and intact coffins also present a very strange shape.

Zhao Fusheng's expression became intriguing, and Liu Yizhen's smile faded and he became serious.

The two turned to look at each other, both looking at the broken coffin.

The coffins were not only the same size but also similar in shape.

Each part is about the size of a palm, with a spherical top shape and a slightly elongated torso shape below. A mini-like arm protrudes from the left and right sides, and two calves below.

This appearance, this shape, no matter how you look at it, is like a simple palm-sized 'paper man' shape, densely distributed around the coffin in a way of lying, standing, or leaning up.

They seemed to be holding each other's hands, tightly surrounding Liu Huacheng who was lying in the coffin.

"this--"

Liu Yizhen's face instantly became extremely ugly.

Although the three of them had not yet looked into the coffin, the strange 'paper man' image had already emerged from the red coffin, which was enough to show that someone had indeed touched Liu Huacheng's ghostly body.

"It seems you are right."

At this time, Liu Yizhen suddenly lost the relaxed mood brought by joking. Both Zhao Fusheng and Kuai Manzhou could see that he was in an unusually bad mood at this time.

He clenched his fists:

"But how on earth did he do it?"

Ever since he was guarding the Confucius Temple Li Gui, he had never left the territory of Begging Alley, and he did not dare to slack off for a moment. Even when he went out with Zhao Fusheng several times, he only sat at Meng Po's stall at the entrance of the alley not far away.

With such strict defense, how did the paper man Zhang get past his guards, get close to Liu Huacheng's coffin, and then attack his father?

Liu Yi really couldn't figure it out.

"Forget it if you don't understand at this time."

Anyway, things have happened, Zhao Fusheng said:

"Instead of worrying about why this happened at the moment, it is better to find a way to solve the problem first."

She has a point.

Liu Yizhen still had a sinister look on his face. He suppressed his anger and nodded unwillingly:
"I'm just not willing to give in."

"I see."

Zhao Fusheng stopped joking with him at this time, but said seriously:

"At this time, we are in the light and the other is in the dark, and we are in a passive state. It doesn't matter if we don't understand some things now, but we can't remain ignorant."

The paper man Zhang is calculated by his mind but not his heart. Zhao Fusheng has come from nothing to the present. Although he is still in a passive situation, he is not completely powerless against the paper man Zhang. She is satisfied.

"This person has arranged so many tricks and created so many ghost cases. No matter how hard he hides, he will eventually show up."

She sneered:
"When we catch him, we can ask him anything."

Perhaps she had expected everything. She looked calm at this time, without any panic or anger, showing a strange calmness.

Even though Liu Yi really knew that the actual situation was probably worse than the two expected, Zhao Fusheng's calmness gave him the illusion that things were under control, which greatly comforted him because Anger born of panic.

His mood gradually calmed down, and then he nodded:
"Okay, it's up to you."

"That's right." Zhao Fusheng saw that there was still anger on his face and couldn't help shouting on purpose:
"Yizhen-"

"..." Liu Yizhen subconsciously turned his head to look at Kuai Manzhou, but saw the child's hair moving.

He understood immediately and became angry:
"Don't call me that!"

"Hahaha!"

A small joke was just the right thing to relax the tense atmosphere in the Confucius Temple.

Zhao Fusheng stopped when he saw good things.

Seeing that Liu Yizhen had returned to his usual calmness, she said seriously:
"Let's check on your father first."

Liu Yizhen nodded:
"Ah."

Although the current situation is relatively stable, and the two fierce ghosts and an invisible ghost troupe in the Confucius Temple have not recovered from the situation, the three of them still cautiously moved closer to the half-destroyed red coffin.

The closer he got to the evil ghost, the more Zhao Fusheng could feel the oppression caused by the heavy blood evil energy on the ghost.

Liu Huacheng is indeed a born ghost.

Even though he was in a deep sleep, the coldness emanating from him unconsciously was centered around the coffin, and there was a bone-chilling feeling lingering within a radius of more than ten feet.

As Zhao Fusheng stepped into Liu Huacheng's territory, she felt a chill arise in her heart. Even though she tried her best to restrain herself, her body still shivered involuntarily.

Her hands and feet began to tremble slightly.

An inexplicable fear made her palpitate and panic, and her vision even went dark, causing her consciousness to become confused for a moment.

At this moment, she started to have tinnitus.

'Om—'

First there was a random chirping sound, then a red light flashed in front of her eyes, and "dong-dong-long-dong-chock" and intense gongs and drums exploded in her mind. A high-pitched and clear voice penetrated into her mind with a power that seemed to penetrate the sky.

"Hey——"

Then, a male voice with a smile sounded in her ears:

"A... distinguished guest has arrived."

The voice seemed familiar, as if I had heard it somewhere.

Before Zhao Fusheng had time to think about it, someone clapped her hands heavily on her shoulder:

"Fu Sheng, Fu Sheng!"

"Fusheng——"

There was another crisp voice calling her. It sounded a little immature, cold, and somewhat familiar.

"Who is Fusheng?" Zhao Fusheng had this thought in his mind:
"I'm going--"

She thought to herself: I had something important to do when I was suddenly interrupted by these two ignorant shouts.

Just when I was a little unhappy, I suddenly realized that 'Fu Sheng' was myself.

"Who is calling me?" When she thought this, her feet suddenly felt cold.

It seemed as if something was holding her back.

The voice that originally sounded in her ears, inviting her to go inside, was instantly interrupted by the coldness on her feet.

"Dear guest... go inside..."

The male voice was choppy and almost incomprehensible.

Zhao Fusheng's chaotic consciousness suddenly became clear for a moment. In a flash, several dark ghost threads wrapped around her waist and arms, pulling her back.

Under this tug and pull, her body swayed suddenly and she almost fell to the ground.

The shock was no small matter.

Zhao Fusheng stretched out his hand to grab, trying to stabilize his body, and his eyes suddenly widened:

"I--"

The moment she opened her eyes, her eyes were filled with red mist. She was holding a tattered red coffin in her hand.

The sound of gongs, drums and suona lingering around her ears disappeared.

The clear and clean opera sound turned into lingering sounds and gradually died away.

Instead, it was the quiet and eerie lobby of Confucius Temple.

Half of Zhao Fusheng's body was already lying on the coffin. Once she regained consciousness, she lowered her head to look - she saw several swaying ghost flowers blooming under her feet, which entangled her footsteps and killed her. She was tied to the ground, otherwise her feet would have climbed up and got into the coffin.

Her body leaned into the coffin, and her face faced the evil ghost in the coffin.

The hundred-year-old Liu Huacheng lay quietly, as if all the previous strange phenomena had nothing to do with him.

"Yizhen, your father is so powerful."

Zhao Fusheng was still frightened. He turned his head and looked at the hand that was like a hand made of pure gold that was tightly clasping his right shoulder and said something.

Several ghost threads were wrapped around her wrists and waist, binding her tightly.

Zhao Fusheng said:

"Manzhou, let me go."

As soon as she spoke, the other two people visibly relaxed.

Liu Yizhen's heart was shattered. The golden light on the back of his hand faded and turned into the color of flesh and blood.

His hands were still shaking and he moved away from Zhao Fusheng's shoulders at a slow speed.

"You really scared me to death."

Liu Yizhen complained.

Kuai Manzhou, who originally didn't like talking to other people, nodded in agreement and added:
"bad!"

After Zhao Fusheng said before that he wanted to see Liu Huacheng, as soon as she stepped forward, she seemed to have lost consciousness.

Liu Yizhen and Liu Yizhen didn't notice anything strange about her at first. When they saw her walking very fast and approached the coffin, they thought she was anxious to check the situation.

Zhao Fusheng has extraordinary strength. She has controlled three ghosts, among which the door gods are a pair of disaster-level ghosts. She has also successfully solved many ghost cases - all of which greatly confused Liu Yizhen's understanding.

It wasn't until Kuai Manzhou started to use the power of Li Gui that Liu Yizhen realized something was wrong.

When Zhao Fusheng grabbed the red coffin, he wanted to climb up. At the critical moment, it was Kuai Manzhou who wrapped her legs with ghost flowers so that she could not get off the ground, so that she was not completely dragged into the coffin.

All this happened in a blink of an eye.

After Liu Yizhen found out what happened, he immediately grabbed Zhao Fusheng's shoulders.

Her body was cool and her eyes were closed, as if she had fallen into a deep sleep, and she lost consciousness at some point.

Thinking of the shocking scene before, Liu Yizhen was still a little scared. Seeing Zhao Fusheng still holding the coffin, he couldn't help but persuade her: "You--why don't you step aside and I'll take a look--"

"fine."

Zhao Fusheng shook his head, responded to him casually, and then turned his attention to the coffin.

Since she was reincarnated as a ghost, she has heard countless legends about Liu Huacheng.

This man was born with an abnormality. He had a rough life. He served as an official and encountered ghosts. Later he became a businessman and became as rich as his country. However, in his old age, he dissipated all his wealth and finally clung to his family temple.

He did good deeds in his life, and he also did evil harm to others. He used the alms list to feed ghosts, but he lived to be a hundred years old before dying.

Immediately after his death, the evil ghost revived and became a rare giant ghost in the world.

Liu Huacheng had already revived as a ghost before his death, so he maintained his original appearance.

He was tall and thin, with a beard and beard, and he looked rather lean and gentle. You can imagine his elegant appearance when he was alive, making it impossible for people to associate him with a wealthy businessman and a murderous executioner.

Because he was over 100 years old before his death, he was celebrating his birthday, so he wore a red birthday robe - which echoed what Zhao Fusheng said before, that he was destined to be 'red'.

On the surface, Liu Huacheng looked like he was asleep because his body was not rotten.

But when Zhao Fusheng glanced at him, he felt an inexplicable fear and trembling in his heart.

Don't look directly into his face!

Zhao Fusheng's sensitive instinct for death reminded him.

She sighed:
"Yizhen, do you think there are only fifth-level ghosts? Are there more terrifying ghosts above the disaster level?"

Liu Yizhen originally saw that she was still looking into the coffin and was worried that she would try again. While he was feeling anxious, Leng Hehe couldn't help but be startled when he heard her question:
"What do you mean?"

His consciousness already understood the meaning of Zhao Fusheng's words, but his body was still resisting receiving this terrible message.

"Your master's rank may not necessarily be disaster level——"

After saying that, she turned to look at the terrifying black coffin on the other side that suppressed the headless ghost:

"So does the Headless Ghost."

She has dealt with disaster-level ghosts, more than once.

Whether it is the door god, the villagers of Kuai Liang Village, or the Fourth Lady of Zhuang, they are all disaster-level ghosts. However, when she dealt with these evil ghosts, she did not lose her guard like just now, and was pulled into a strange illusion by the ghosts unknowingly.

Liu Yizhen's calm face cracked for a moment. He was frightened and whispered:

"Impossible! How can there be bigger evil spirits above the disaster level? This is the summary of hundreds of years of experience in suppressing demons in the Han Dynasty——"

(End of this chapter)