I become a god in another world

Chapter 28 Power Suppression
Chapter 28

"You..." Zhang Chuanshi didn't expect that as soon as he opened his mouth, the paper man Zhang would accurately describe the case.

Just when he was a little surprised, Zhao Fusheng smiled and said:

"I didn't expect the paper man Zhang to be so old."

She was misled by the information and believed that Zhang Xiongwu handled the major case of Liu's ancestral hall 40 years ago. Based on Su Long's age at the time, she guessed that Zhang Xiongwu should also be in his prime, no more than 40 years old.

Even if he was older, between 60 and 40 years old, [-] years later, his grandson should still be in his prime, but he didn't expect the paper man Zhang to have aged like this.

"It seems that you have expected me to come and know my identity, but you deliberately acted stupid before. Why, do you want to use Zhang Chuanshi to give me a blow?"

The paper man opened his eyebrows and trembled, and said with a dark face:

"I don't know what you mean-"

Zhao Fusheng had smiled before, spoke slowly, and didn't seem to have a bad temper. But before Paper Man Zhang could finish speaking, she immediately interrupted Paper Man Zhang's words and said unceremoniously:
"If you don't know, just shut up and listen to me!"

"you……"

She fell out whenever she wanted to, and she had a moody temperament like a ghost controller.

However, the Zhang family has a special status, and possesses a unique secret method. Their skills in making "ghost lanterns" may be able to save the life of the person who controls the ghost at a critical moment.

Therefore, even a man who controls ghosts with an eccentric temper will have some restraint when facing the Zhang family and will not speak rudely to him.

'Hehehaha——' The weird laughter started to sound again.

A large amount of black energy came out of his sleeves, and the ghost eyes that had been forced to hide in the darkness re-explored, looking at the people outside with excitement.

"I advise you not to play tricks." Zhao Fusheng shook his head:

"I can feel that there is a ghost in you, but it doesn't look like a ghost."

She has only entered this world for a short time, and her knowledge of ghosts is not enough. However, judging from the paper-man made 'ghost lanterns' and 'corpse slaves', it seems that this person is good at some heretical techniques and is not a real person. The man who controls ghosts.

This behavior seems to have stolen part of the ghost's power, but it shouldn't be a real ghost.

After all, Fan Bisheng’s words cannot be believed entirely, but there is one sentence that definitely comes from the sincerity: The person who controls the evil ghost is extremely powerful, but most people who use the power of the evil ghost are prone to backlash from the evil ghost.

In other words, people who control ghosts usually die early.

The paper man Zhang has a good reputation and possesses secret skills passed down from his ancestors. He has lived to this age and does not look like he is controlling a ghost.

"Wan'an County has been abandoned by the imperial court a long time ago. You know very well how I, the commander-in-chief of the Demon Suppression Division, came to be."

Zhao Fusheng walked towards him slowly. The paper man's face was gloomy and his lips moved. Seeing Zhao Fusheng getting closer and closer to him, he did not retreat, but the movement in his sleeves became more intense.

The laughter of "hahahaha" was endless, and the ghostly spirit and thick malice rushed towards his face, stimulating the suppressed evil spirit in Zhao Fusheng's body to be ready to move again.

She did not restrain the appearance of the ghost, as she approached the paper figures——

In the sound of "duh, duh" footsteps, the dark shadow behind Zhao Fusheng gradually lengthened, and the blood on her face faded little by little.

The paper man's open cheeks twitched, but he managed not to retreat.

She stood still in front of the paper figures.

The old man slowly straightened his back and stared at Zhao Fusheng coldly.

His wrinkled face was tense, and the hands hidden in his sleeves trembled twice, and then kept shaking.

Zhao Fusheng was less than half a step away from him, staring down at the paper man Zhang and looking at it unscrupulously.

Zhang Chuanshi stood aside, looking so nervous that he didn't even dare to breathe.

From where he stood, he could hear the weird laughter coming from the paper man Zhang, as well as the face-less eye exposed from the cuffs.

And in Zhao Fusheng, malice began to resurrect, black energy surged up, and she seemed to have no intention of restraining herself at all.

"Master Zhao..."

She is still a newcomer, and the corpses of the Zhao couple who were revived after suppressing them in the Demon Suppression Division have already used the power of ghosts.

Although Zhang Chuanshi didn't know how she finally neutralized the influence of the ghost and regained control of herself, if she used the power of the ghost unscrupulously again, the consequences would be disastrous.

Once she is controlled by a ghost, the out-of-control ghost will directly turn the place into a ghost realm until everyone is slaughtered.

"Don't panic."

In Zhao Fusheng's sea of ​​consciousness, the warning from the Conferred Gods List sounded: The evil ghost is about to awaken.

There is no need to be reminded of this by the list of gods.

Zhao Fusheng felt the most deeply about the resurgence of the evil spirit. The strange cold feeling enveloped her again. The strange feeling in her body that she had when she suppressed the Zhao couple returned again.

She twitched her lips and smiled at Zhang Chuanshi.

But her face was pale and her expression was cold, and her smile was so frightening that Zhang Chuanshi hid behind the paper man Zhang in fright.

"Zhiren Zhang?" Zhao Fusheng shouted. Zhanren Zhang stood motionless. She suddenly stretched out her hand and reached into Zhanren Zhang's sleeve.

Malice came from her sleeves, but it did not push her back. She stretched out her hand to twist up the paper mannequin's sleeves and looked inside - the line of sight in the sleeves seemed to be startled by her movement, and it hurriedly went back into the darkness. The depth of the sleeves.

The voice that was still laughing and laughing before suddenly disappeared as this thought dodges.

'laugh. '

Zhao Fusheng laughed and loosened his hand:
"I'm haunted by a devil, and I don't know how long I'll live. If we have anything to say, let's talk it over. We don't want to quarrel and make everyone lose face, don't you think?"

Her character is completely different from what Paperman Zhang imagined.

The Fan brothers clearly bought a country girl with little experience in Jiumen Village, but at this time she was acting wantonly and without any scruples. When the paper man tried to show her off even a little bit, she seemed to be going crazy. Use the power of the devil, completely regardless of your own life or death.

This crazy style immediately calmed the paper man Zhang, and his arrogance suddenly calmed down a bit.

"You're right." His cheeks twitched several times, and finally his back, which he tried to straighten, stooped:
"Our Zhang family has always cooperated with the Demon Suppression Division, and our relationship has always been close. It is my fault that I did not greet Mr. Zhao well and neglected him."

When Zhang Chuanshi first saw the two people at war with each other, he was worried that one of them would have a gloomy and eccentric temper, and the other would act irrationally, which would lead to a big quarrel. However, he did not expect that Zhao Fusheng would calm down the paper man Zhang when he came and make him restrain his temper. He was willing to bow his head first, and he couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

"Yes, yes, the Demon Suppressing Division and the Zhang family have always been on good terms. We are all our own people. If you have anything to say, please speak it out properly..."

Zhang Chuanshi's forehead was sweating profusely, and his lips were trembling as he spoke.

A smile emerged from the stiff face of the paper man:
"Chuanshi, why don't you hurry up and boil water to make tea? Master Zhao and I have something to say."

"Yes, yes, yes." Zhang Chuanshi wiped his hands down his forehead, then shook off the sweat in his hands, and responded loudly with a face filled with joy.

After saying that, he ran into the house as if running for his life, hiding from these two reckless 'lunatics'.

Zhao Fusheng smiled slightly, then suppressed the anger in his heart, and calmed down his irritable and abnormal mentality due to the influence of the evil ghost.

After a long time, the influence of the evil ghost gradually dissipated, and the ghost that almost reappeared retreated into the shadows unwillingly, waiting for the next opportunity to appear.

Her body slowly warmed up, but without the help of merit, the rate of warming was astonishingly slow.

Zhao Fusheng looked calm on the surface, but in his heart he was still frightened by the previous scene.

But she had no choice.

The paper man Zhang is different from the Fan brothers who were held hostage by the Demon Suppressor Soul Book. Those two brothers are just ordinary people, and the paper man Zhang is not a good thing. He controls the ghost slaves and has a strange aura on his body. If he is not killed first Stay calm, there will be endless troubles ahead.

Zhao Fusheng gave him a warning as soon as he came, making him calm down his arrogance, so that the subsequent conversation would go more smoothly.

The layout of the Zhang family's house is quite complicated. A corridor twists and turns into the inner house, and the surrounding wing rooms are built according to the corridor. The layout of the entire Zhang family's house seems to be in a 'back' shape.

Zhao Fusheng followed the paper man Zhang and turned to look at the wing rooms - only to see that the doors of each wing room were all painted with black paint and the doors were closed tightly.

But even so, when Zhao Fusheng walked through the corridor and passed by the doors of these rooms, he smelled a faint smell of corpses.

The two of them walked around the winding corridor and finally arrived at the main room. The paper man Zhang stood in front of the house. The door seemed to sense his arrival and opened slowly with a creaking sound.

The light in the room was dim and looked a bit eerie.

But Zhao Fusheng could sense that this place was extremely 'clean'.

Although this room is not ventilated all year round, the smell inside is not very good, with a smell of paper mixed with old musty smell.

But the rancid smell from the previous trip had completely disappeared when we arrived here, and there was no cold feeling in the house due to the presence of evil spirits.

And a faint aroma of tea dissipates the dull smell, refreshing people.

After Zhang Zhang opened the door, his body slightly turned to one side, Zhao Fusheng took the lead in entering the house and looked at the layout of the house.

This room is not small. It seems that there should have been an exaggerated low table on the ground that was more than ten feet long, but now the tabletop is covered with all kinds of papers, completely blocking the tabletop.

The excess paper fell to the floor, making it almost impossible to get off the floor.

There was not only paper piled up on the table in the house, but also piles of paper of various sizes and bundles were stored in all directions of the house.

Apart from paper, there seemed to be nothing else stored in the room. The only special thing was a small lamp placed on top of the mountains of paper on the table.

The body of the lamp is made of bronze. It seems to be slightly blackened due to its age. Clear oil is placed inside. A thin black wick twisted into a rope is placed in the oil, and a flame like a bean sprout ignites at the top. Light up all around.

The layout of this room full of paper made Zhao Fusheng look sideways at the paper figures:
"It is indeed a paper man."

While speaking, Zhao Fusheng reached out and pulled out a piece of paper. The paper was soft and delicate, and was slightly warm to the touch. Especially when she almost used the power of the ghost before, her body was still affected by the ghost and was extremely cold. The feeling of the temperature of the paper in my hand is even more clear.

She realized that the paper was wrong and frowned:

"This is--"

"This is human skin tanned to make 'ghost lanterns'." The paper man Zhang said quietly.

He stood at the door, his short stature blocking half of the light coming from the door. While speaking, he opened his sleeves, and the cuffs were like two outstretched wings, blocking half of the light.

The remaining light shone in from the top of his head, and his face was gloomy, looking a little creepy.

"Have you seen the 'ghost lantern'?" His words didn't sound like a simple question, but he was very sure.

If the Fan brothers' plan failed, they must have told her everything in order to save their lives.

"Correct."

The moment Zhao Fusheng first heard about 'human skin', his body trembled and he could barely hold the 'paper' in his hand.

There was resentment and unwillingness on the paper, as if it had a mouth and wanted to bite her palm.

She composed herself, frowned and put the paper back on the table:
"It is said that this thing can avoid being 'watched' by evil ghosts."

"good."

The paper man Zhang nodded.

At this point, the two of them don't need to make any more detours.

He closed the door and quickly walked into the room. He raised his feet roughly and kicked the papers piled up to his ankles on the ground to both sides, squeezing out two places for people to sit cross-legged.

"You came to me to ask for a ghost lantern?"

"More than that, I came to you because I really wanted to ask about the Liu family's case 40 years ago."

When Zhao Fusheng first came to see Paper Man Zhang, in addition to wanting to ask about the Liu family's case, he originally wanted to find out whether Paper Man Zhang was true or false.

But Zhang Chuanshi's words later made her change her mind.

If the paper man Zhang has the technology to make a 'ghost lantern', the two parties can indeed temporarily cooperate and achieve a win-win situation for each other.

After saying that, Zhao Fusheng reached out from the lapel of his clothes, took out the file she had put away, and handed it over in the direction of the paper.

(End of this chapter)