I become a god in another world

Chapter 27 Seeing the Paper
Chapter 27

Zhang Chuanshi led Zhao Fusheng into the alley next to the coffin shop.

Most of the houses in Wan'an County are short, old and shabby, and the lanes are narrow and criss-crossed like a mess of tangled threads. However, Zhang Chuanshi is extremely familiar with this area. He led Zhao Fusheng to go left and right. After about half an hour, He emerged from a low alleyway and stood in front of a row of red brick walls.

The wall was about ten feet high, and compared with the surrounding shabby houses, it stood out like a flock of chickens.

The tall wall firmly blocked the environment inside. From Zhao Fusheng's perspective, he could only see the half-vaulted roof of the house.

The roof is dark, giving people a very dull and depressing feeling, especially when it is perfectly connected with the red brick wall, and the red and black are combined, which makes it even more weird.

Zhao Fusheng looked at the surrounding environment.

The alley here is obviously cleaner than the previous one. There is no accumulation of sludge and feces on the ground. The high courtyard wall is completely different from the fence wall we saw before.

A few steps away, a door in the wall can be seen.

The door of the porter's room was not high, and there was only one door. It was also painted with black paint, and it carried a vague smell. The smell was somewhat familiar, and it was the same as the broken lantern she had smelled in the Demon Suppression Department in the morning. The lamp oil leaking from inside is somewhat similar.

Zhang Chuanshi led her to look for Paper Man Zhang, but stopped here. It can be seen that this is where Paper Man Zhang lives.

But the paper man Zhang has lived in Wan'an County for several generations, and he can create "ghost lanterns" and has always maintained a good relationship with the Demon Suppression Division. This shows that their family is quite wealthy, and the front entrance of the mansion they live in should not look so "small". Built in an alley, the entrance and exit are not spacious and convenient, and it does not look impressive.

Zhao Fusheng guessed that this should be the back door of the Zhang family.

She remembered that Zhang Chuanshi mentioned that he was not familiar with the paper man Zhang, but judging from Zhang Chuanshi's familiarity with the road here, the relationship between this 'distant uncle and nephew' might be closer than outsiders imagined.

Zhao Fusheng glanced at Zhang Chuanshi with a half-smile. The old man was a little embarrassed when she looked at him, but he coughed lightly and stepped forward to gently knock the door.

The sound of 'duh, duh' spread.

The back alley was unusually deserted, and the knock on the door was particularly harsh.

Not long after, there were footsteps, and the door creaked open, revealing a stiff man's face.

The man's face was as pale as a corpse, and his eyes were gray, and the whites of his eyes were chaotic, as if covered with a layer of gray mist. After opening the door, he didn't seem to see the existence of Zhao Fusheng, but 'looked' at Zhang Chuanshi One glance, then stepped aside.

Zhang Chuanshi entered the room first, and before he could turn around and speak, the man didn't seem to see anyone else outside the room, and reached out to close the door.

Zhao Fusheng raised his eyebrows, quickly stretched out his hand to push the black door, and then knocked it open with his shoulder.

When she entered the courtyard, the man refused to dodge. Zhao Fusheng bumped into his arm and was about to speak when he saw that the man who had been standing well before fell to the ground with a thud the moment she touched him. .

"Touch porcelain?"

She was startled, then kicked the person on the ground.

The man lost consciousness. The moment he was kicked by her, large corpse spots quickly appeared on his pale face, and then the strong smell of rotting corpses spread. He was obviously dead long ago.

"..."

This was the first time Zhao Fusheng encountered this situation and his expression changed.

Zhang Chuanshi said quickly:
"Zhao..."

"You're such a big fool, how dare you bring people into my home at will, and how dare you kill my corpse slave——"

A sinister old voice sounded. The person who spoke seemed to be very angry, and he spoke with murderous intent.

Zhang Chuanshi felt his feet weak after hearing these words, and said quickly:
"no no."

Zhao Fusheng turned his head and saw an old man wearing a black robe standing under the eaves in the distance.

The old man was about seventy years old. His face was lined with ridges and ridges, and he looked very old.

He was extremely thin and short, and seemed to be a head shorter than Zhao Fusheng.

At this time, his body was hunched and his neck was shrinking. His hair was already silvery white and a little messy. He was only tied in a simple bun on the top of his head, and the rest was scattered on both sides of his shoulders, like weeds, lacking care.

The old man had a gloomy look and wore a strangely tailored robe.

Although the old man was short and thin, his robe was extremely wide and completely black.

What deserves Zhao Fusheng's most attention is his pair of cuffs, which are at least three feet wide.

The old man folded his hands and placed them under his chin. A pair of wide sleeves were like two black door panels, completely blocking his position from the neck down to the soles of his feet.

While Zhao Fusheng was looking at him, he was also staring at Zhao Fusheng. He seemed to have figured out something in an instant, and his originally ugly face became even more gloomy.

Zhang Chuanshi first looked at Zhao Fusheng, and then at the ugly-looking old man. He bowed his head and smiled for a moment, not knowing which way to go.

"Paper figurine?"

Zhao Fusheng's heart moved, he turned his head to look at him and shouted.While she was speaking, the wind rose from the ground and lifted one side of the old man's sleeve, revealing a black silk thread tied around his waist.

Paper figures are hung on the silk strands.

A hole was punched into the head of each paper man, and a black thread passed through the hole, connecting them like a string of wind chimes. At this time, they flew with the wind, and the paper made a "squeaking" sound when it was rubbed.

All the paper figures turned their heads and seemed to be looking in the direction of Zhao Fusheng in unison.

But the old man's fingers in his sleeves moved, and the sleeves dropped down again, again blocking the exposed paper figures.

"The smell of Zhenmoji?"

Paper Man Zhang looked at Zhao Fusheng and frowned:

"It seems that the Demon Suppression Division has a new commander in chief, who is also a man who controls ghosts." When he said this, he glanced at Zhang Chuanshi coldly, and then laughed "hehe" twice:
"I am an old man——"

Zhang Chuanshi felt cold all over when he looked at him.

He knew that Zhanren Zhang was very capable, so he immediately ignored the fact that Zhao Fusheng was also difficult to deal with. He quickly stepped forward, followed Zhanren Zhang, and whispered:

"She is Zhao Fusheng."

"Who?"

The gloomy old man was not familiar with this name, Zhang Chuanshi said again:

"He is the head of the Demon Suppression Division introduced by the Fan brothers, another person in power after Zhao Qiming."

As soon as he explained like this, the paper man Zhang immediately understood Zhao Fusheng's identity, and his face suddenly became extremely ugly.

The Fan brothers exchanged things with him in exchange for the plan of "directing trouble to the east" to exorcise ghosts.

Zhiren Zhang did not know the name of the person who caused the trouble, but he knew that if the plan went well, the "chief of the order" who was introduced to the Demon Suppression Department by the Fan brothers would definitely die.

But at this time, Zhao Fusheng not only survived, but also succeeded in controlling the ghost. He came to his door at this time, obviously not to get close to him!
Thinking of this, the corners of the paper man's already droopy mouth pulled down again, and the nasolabial folds on his cheeks became even more ugly.

The Zhang family has been in Wan'an County for many years, relying on the secret method of making 'ghost lanterns' and has a strong foundation here.

They make good friends with dignitaries and live a smooth life.

Although Wan'an County Demon Suppressor has fallen, Zhao Fusheng is just a new ghost controller, and may not be able to really hurt him, but causing trouble for no reason still makes the paper man look bad.

"How dare you—"

He first vented his anger on Zhang Chuanshi, his sleeves trembling as he spoke.

There was a faint rotten stench and malice coming from under the cuffs, laughter sounded, and something pushed open his cuffs.

Inside the dark sleeved robe, a scarlet eye looked coldly at Zhang Chuanshi.

"Don't get me wrong!"

When Zhang Chuanshi saw his unkind expression, he immediately became anxious and hurriedly said: "Master Zhao, I am here to ask you something, not to seek bad luck."

He knew the paper man Zhang's temper very well, and he was afraid that his life would be in danger if he spoke too slowly, so he simply put the business at the forefront.

As soon as he finished shouting this, the paper man Zhang was stunned for a moment.

"consult?"

He asked gloomily, hooked his fingers, and the laughter immediately disappeared, and the corners of his flying sleeves fell down.

The one eye watched the sleeves fall down with some reluctance, glared at Zhang Chuanshi with resentment, and was forced to disappear into the darkness again.

"What do you want to ask me, Mr. Zhao?"

The murderous intent on the paper man Zhang's body subsided, and after his one eye disappeared, Zhang Chuanshi breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, his bald head was covered with cold sweat. He reached out and wiped it along the back of his forehead until the remaining hair was smooth and shiny, and then he glanced at Zhao Fusheng.

Faced with Paper Man Zhang's question, Zhao Fusheng said nothing, but looked at Paper Man Zhang and sneered.

This posture made Zhang Chuanshi's heart skip a beat.

Both sides are enemies, and he can't afford to offend anyone.

He was deeply afraid that the paper man Zhang would be angry if he was neglected, so he quickly said:
"Sir Zhao, I would like to ask you about a case 40 years ago. It was a major case that my uncle and the Demon Suppressing Commander jointly handled when he was still alive."

The paper man Zhang said hoarsely:
"Liu Family Ancestral Hall?"

(End of this chapter)