I become a god in another world

Chapter 287 Horrible Nightmare

Chapter 287

"This Old Zhang!" For some reason, when Zhao Fusheng saw Zhang Chuansheng yawn, he seemed to be infected by him and felt an indescribable tiredness surging in his heart.

She thought angrily:

"When asked to do things, this old man would always make excuses and avoid doing anything, fearing that he would do more than others."

Zhao Fusheng didn't realize how strange he was, so he yawned as well, thinking to himself:

"I'll have to teach Old Zhang a lesson sooner or later. He's in low spirits even though he encountered a ghost case—"

She shook her head.

Maybe it was because he had a stiff neck from sleeping last night, Zhao Fusheng always felt that his neck seemed a little stiff and his head seemed a little heavy.

The movement of shaking her head made her cervical vertebrae make a slight "cracking" sound. After moving it twice, she felt a little sore again.

She supported her cheek with her hands and turned her mind back to the Liutu Village case.

I was trying to sort out the relevant clues of this ghost case, but it was difficult to concentrate.

Zhao Fusheng's mind began to spin out of control, her thoughts were scattered, and she couldn't help but become absent-minded.

……

At this time, in the Demon Suppression Division, Wu Shaochun personally carried Li Er's body on his back and prepared to send him to the Ghost Mausoleum for burial, so he left first.

Zhang Chuanshi went out to arrange the carriage and have someone prepare lunch.

Only Meng Po, Liu Yizhen, the two Fan brothers, and Zhao Fusheng were left in the hall.

Fan Wujiu was still thinking about what Fan Bisi had said before. He felt that after listening to what his brother, Zhao Fusheng and Liu Yizhen said, he had an epiphany. Just when he was getting excited, he couldn't help but ask Fan Bisi questions related to the death of the Yang family in Liutu Village.

Liu Yizhen also joined the discussion.

At this moment, Kuai Manzhou, who was sitting next to Zhao Fusheng, was the first to notice something was wrong. At this time, Zhao Fusheng was sitting in the first chair. She supported the table with her right elbow, her palms folded back, and her chin was supported by her fingers, as if she was closing her eyes to rest.

In the little girl's mind, Zhao Fusheng is energetic and has a regular schedule.

When she is not working on a ghost case, she has her own way of allocating her time and rarely takes a break in the middle of a job.

Today, the Xu residence is opening its doors to the public, and the people from the Demon Suppression Division are going to congratulate, so they all got up early. In the meantime, they encountered Wang Hun reporting a case, so she went to Liutu Village, where there were a lot of things to do, but with her personality, she doesn't seem like the type of person who would fall asleep immediately after everyone has discussed something.

An inexplicable panic surged into the child's heart.

She pushed Zhao Fusheng, and Zhao Fusheng's body shook twice and his eyelids twitched, but he did not wake up.

Kuai Manzhou stood up and pushed Zhao Fusheng again, while shouting her name loudly:

"Fu Sheng!"

The child did not wake up Zhao Fusheng, but instead startled several people who were talking.

Liu Yizhen and others turned their heads and saw Zhao Fusheng sleeping with his jaw propped up.

"That's the good thing about being young. They sleep a lot—"

Meng Po laughed and then yawned:

"I'm almost sleepy after watching this."

"..."

Liu Yizhen and Fan Bisi looked at each other, and their faces instantly became very ugly.

……

At this time, Zhao Fusheng didn't know that the Demon Suppression Division was in a panic because of her falling asleep. When she was half asleep and half awake, she seemed to hear a familiar voice calling her:
"Fu Sheng, Fu Sheng!"

The voice sounded childish, familiar, very familiar, and a little anxious, as if I had heard it somewhere before.

Zhao Fusheng struggled to wake up, but felt powerless.

A strange force dragged her into a dream. Her will resisted for a while, but finally this resistance was shattered by this force and she fell asleep.

"Fusheng-Fusheng-"

"Fu...sheng..."

"blessing……"

The voice calling Zhao Fusheng's name became farther and farther away, like a passer-by in her life, slipping away from her life in a hurry.

Zhao Fusheng became a little anxious.

There was darkness before her eyes, without a trace of light, and she could not see the road ahead.

The most troublesome thing was that her body was stiff and her reactions were slow, as if she was stuck in a terrible quagmire.

She tried hard to respond to those who called her name, but she couldn't make a sound.

My lips couldn’t move, my limbs couldn’t move, and I couldn’t see.

"Am I mute? Am I blind? Am I dead--" she thought uneasily.

As soon as this thought came into her mind, she rejected it immediately:
"No, it's impossible. I can't die!"

She had a strong will and was not swayed by fear for long.

Once he realized that he was not dead, Zhao Fusheng realized that he was trapped in a nightmare.

"I just fell asleep and had a nightmare."

Thinking of this, her confused mind immediately became much clearer.

She knew that this nightmare state was like being sleep paralyzed.

Zhao Fusheng did not rush to open his eyes immediately, but calmed down and tried to move his fingers.

Fortunately, the body's perception has not completely disappeared.

After she concentrated her attention, the initial dull numbness gradually dissipated, and she regained consciousness of her body and sensed the existence of her fingers.

Zhao Fusheng was delighted, and after repeated attempts, his fingers finally moved.

With this movement, control of the body was immediately returned.

She took the initiative and her thinking became much faster. She remembered the voice calling her name in her ear before - Zhao Fusheng instinctively felt that this voice was very important to her.

Although she couldn't remember the owner of the voice, she still tried her best to find the source of the voice.

Zhao Fusheng's control over her body became stronger and stronger. She moved her eyelids, and a gap opened between her tightly closed eyes. Bright light penetrated through the gaps between her eyelids, driving away the darkness in her world.

"Fu... Fusheng..."

"Fusheng..."

"Fu Sheng."

The shouting became clearer and clearer, and was no longer intermittent like before, and it was clearly a girl's voice.

From the sound of her voice, the girl who called her name was not very old and looked very familiar, as if she had known her for a long time.

"Fusheng!" the girl called her again.

At the same time, a cold little hand patted her cheek, which made her shiver and wake up immediately.

"Fusheng, are you still not awake?"

"woke up."

Zhao Fusheng responded instinctively, then sat up suddenly.

The scene before her stunned her for a moment.

She appeared in a simple room.

The house is not big, about five or six square meters, with two bunk beds on each side and an aisle in the middle.

A simple wooden door and window were separated from each other across the aisle, and there were several rusty iron bars on the window.

This scene was both familiar and unfamiliar. Long-lost memories surged in Zhao Fusheng's mind like buds about to break through the soil.

She slept on the lower bunk bed near the left door entrance. A thin girl stood beside her bed with her back to her.

Zhao Fusheng couldn't see her face clearly, he could only see her reaching out to tie her hair.

"Fusheng, Fusheng——"

The girl shouted twice while tying her hair.

After hearing the two calls of "Fusheng", Zhao Fusheng's heart began to beat violently.

A terrifying chill penetrated from the soles of Zhao Fusheng's feet and instantly spread along her feet to every part of her body, making her curl up her feet and shiver all over.

She felt a deep fear for the girl whose face she had not yet seen.

The feeling of fear came from the moment she called her name, and she couldn't control her shaking.

The iron bed was affected by Zhao Fusheng and began to shake slightly, making a "cracking" sound.

“Fusheng——” Perhaps because she didn’t get a response from Zhao Fusheng, the girl with her hair tied up shouted again.

"Thump, thump!" Zhao Fusheng's heart shrank, her face turned pale, sweat covered her forehead, she subconsciously covered her ears, and whispered:
"Stop shouting!"

The girl who was tying her hair with her back to her paused.

There was silence in the room for a moment.

A sense of weirdness grew in the silence, gradually spreading and forming a haze that enveloped Zhao Fusheng tightly.

Hearing the 'rustling' sound, the girl turned around in confusion.

"Don't come here!"

Zhao Fusheng suddenly shouted in surprise.

She was afraid to see the girl's face.

For some reason, she was quite courageous and had experienced a lot since... Thinking of this, Zhao Fusheng was stunned.

"Since...since what?" she murmured.

She always felt like she had lost an important memory. It should have been a big deal to her, but she couldn't remember it.

She didn't remember what she had experienced.

She was too scared.

The girl in front of her brought her great pressure, causing her heart to beat violently, and she was so scared that she almost suffocated, and she also had a vague feeling of being unable to breathe.

She shouted at the girl not to turn around, but the girl did not listen to her. She turned around anyway and took a step forward with some concern.

The girl bent down and put her face close to her:
"Fusheng, what's wrong with you?"

Zhao Fusheng originally thought that she would see an extremely horrifying face (she always felt as if she had experienced something terrible and seen many bloody and terrifying scenes), and she had even prepared herself mentally for it.

At this moment, Zhao Fusheng's mentality seemed to be split into two extremes: on the one hand, she was extremely afraid of the girl in front of her, always feeling that this girl would bring something that would scare her; on the other hand, she was extremely calm, as if she was mature and strong enough to deal with all kinds of sudden situations.

But to Zhao Fusheng's surprise, when the girl turned her head, she did not see the bloody scene she had imagined. Instead, a scene that was far more bizarre and terrifying than the bloody scene happened.

——The girl has no face.

She had a small face and her smooth hair had been combed over and over again, neatly tied into a ponytail hanging behind her head.

The girl's face looked like an abyss with no end in sight.

When Zhao Fusheng looked at her, her consciousness seemed to be sucked into a dark and vast place, making her shiver uncontrollably.

What happened to her? Zhao Fusheng thought to himself as he looked at this strange faceless girl.

At the same time, a girl's voice was heard from the abyss:

"Fusheng, what happened to you?"

The girl's face had no facial features, but Zhao Fusheng felt that her eyes seemed to see through his heart and shout out her hidden thoughts.

She shuddered involuntarily.

"Hurry up, we'll be gathering soon."

The girl didn't get a response from Zhao Fusheng, but she didn't take it seriously and just reached out to pull her.

Zhao Fusheng subconsciously reached out to avoid it.

The girl's fingertips brushed across the back of her hand, and the coldness penetrated through her skin and flesh into her bones, stinging her entire arm and causing pain.

Zhao Fusheng reached out and covered the place where she had touched, trying to rub the flesh with his fingertips to drive away the coldness.

Under the pressure of pain and fear, she did not panic like she did at the beginning, but forced herself to be calm and composed.

"What collection?"

She took a deep breath and asked.

"The first day of military training, Fusheng, have you forgotten?"

Zhao Fusheng's face was confused:

"Military training? What military training?"

The girl's face was a boundless abyss, without eyes, nose or lips. But as soon as Zhao Fusheng finished speaking, she could sense the look of surprise and helplessness on the girl's face.

"How could you forget everything? This is the military training before we enter school. You finally got into the school. Hurry up and get up, don't be late--"

"It's too late—"

These words seemed to have an unsettling power. Zhao Fusheng sat up from the bed as if possessed by a ghost, and followed the girl in a daze.

A sharp whistle sounded in the distance, urging everyone to gather.

The girl, whose face could not be seen clearly, became anxious and started running:
"Hurry up, hurry up, we're going to be late--"

From time to time, someone in the dormitory building next to him would open the door and run out, turning into a series of afterimages and flying past Zhao Fusheng.

The rapid departure of most people increased Zhao Fusheng's anxiety. She also wanted to run, but her legs felt particularly heavy, and a feeling of powerlessness surged in her heart.

Her head felt as if it weighed more than a thousand pounds, and an inexplicable sense of fear weighed on her heart.

She was worried about being late.

She was so worried that it was too late.

She was originally running behind the faceless girl, but driven by this feeling of fear, she burst out with unimaginable strength and rushed ahead of the girl.

Zhao Fusheng felt relieved when he heard the call for assembly coming from the playground in the distance.

At this moment, the faceless girl landed behind her, and with a loud 'thump', someone seemed to fall to the ground.

The faceless girl groaned in pain, and then cried out:

"Fusheng, pull me."

Zhao Fusheng turned his head and saw the girl falling to the ground. The rubber band that tied her ponytail broke, and her long black hair spread around her head, covering her head.

"Fusheng, help me up—"

The girl cried and shouted.

Someone in the distance was shouting:
"Gather, latecomers——"

When Zhao Fusheng heard this, he immediately turned his head and looked into the distance.

While she was distracted, she suddenly felt a chill on her neck, and a heavy, cold body pressed heavily on her.

“Fusheng, why don’t you help me?” The faceless girl had climbed up at some point and was lying on her shoulder.

A pair of thin arms tightly wrapped around her neck, the girl's head was close to her ear, and a voice came from the bottomless abyss:
"Please carry me on your back and walk with me—let's walk together—"

The faceless girl's tone of voice began to change, and the arms around Zhao Fusheng's neck became tighter and tighter.

Zhao Fusheng's body began to change after being entangled by her.

The body quickly lost temperature and the steps became heavy.

Her neck felt like it was wrapped around by a thin, tight thread, which was tightening deeper and deeper, almost tearing her flesh and strangling her bones.