I become a god in another world

Chapter 291: Visitors from Outside
Chapter 291

"..."

This big black jar has a disgusting bitter medicinal smell, and adults dare not eat it.

Zhao Fusheng was already shaking his head like a rattle in his heart, hesitating and not reaching out to take it immediately.

She was considered to be a brave person, who even dared to rush into a ghost case, but at this moment, she felt that the black soup was like medicine...

...She is fine and has no health problems. She doesn't need to take medicine.

But Meng Po looked so earnest, and since she had just entered the Demon Suppression Division, it would be difficult not to give her this face.

In addition, Zhao Fusheng had drunk the soup made by Meng Po. She was a good cook. Some simple wild vegetables and corn could become delicious after being cooked by her. Perhaps this sugar soup was the same.

She thought for a moment, then took the jar and handed it to Liu Yizhen:
"Yizhen want to try it?"

"..."

Liu Yizhen glared at her.

This guy has bad intentions. He never thinks of him when good things happen.

"I don't eat sweets."

Liu Yizhen turned around and said, "I have a toothache."

Zhao Fusheng looked at Zhang Chuanshi again:
"Lao Zhang, come and try the sugar soup. Don't be disrespectful to Meng Po." She threatened secretly.

Zhang Chuanshi didn't want to drink and tried to refuse:
"Sir, this is for the children to eat. How can I steal something from a child?"

Meng Po laughed and said:
"There are many, there are many."

After that, she took out two or three stacked mini bowls from her sleeves like a magic trick:

"I was afraid it would be inconvenient for everyone, so I brought a bowl."

As soon as she finished speaking, she spread out the small bowls. Zhao Fusheng filled one bowl with ill intentions and handed it to Zhang Chuanshi:

"Try it, Lao Zhang."

"I, I--ah, why is your Excellency so polite--coo--"

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Fusheng had already put down the jar, picked up the bowl in one hand, and pressed the back of Zhang Chuanshi's head with the other hand, and poured the bowl of medicine into his mouth.

'Gudong, gudong.'

Zhang Chuanshi took several big gulps in succession, and a terrible taste of extremely bitterness mixed with sourness turned into an extreme spiciness that passed from the tip of his tongue into his heart.

At the same time, there was a soul-shaking disgusting smell that rushed straight to the top of his head, causing his stomach to churn.

Zhang Chuanshi couldn't help crying.

For a moment, it seemed as if his soul had left his body. He forgot that he was still driving and that he was marked by a ghost. He only felt himself floating in the air, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses.

"Is it sweet?"

When Zhao Fusheng saw that the medicine soup had been almost finished, he moved the empty bowl away and asked Zhang Chuanshi.

"bitter!"

His body shook instinctively and he retched.

"Why is it bitter?"

Meng Po was stunned for a moment, then said:

“I put licorice in it.”

She was puzzled:
"Because of the tight time, there was no time to prepare maltose, but for the sake of flavor, I added licorice slices. It shouldn't be just bitter."

Zhang Chuanshi's soul slowly returned to its place. He suppressed the surging in his chest and said:

"Maybe it's not sweet enough—"

After saying this, fearing that Zhao Fusheng would let him drink more, he added:

"Forget it, forget it. I'm old and don't like sweets anyway. I'll leave this for the kids."

Kuai Manzhou looked alert.

Meng Po was skeptical about Zhang Chuanshi's words, so she took the jar back and dipped her finger in the medicine juice on the edge of the jar.

She tasted it and frowned:

"I added too little sugar..." After saying that, he looked at Zhao Fusheng:
"grown ups--"

Zhao Fusheng expressionlessly put the cork back on the mouth of the jar, sealed the jar tightly, and said:
"Don't eat yet. Wait until we get to Shilipo Huangquan Road and settle down in Lijiaao before eating."

After saying this, he was afraid that Meng Po would want someone else to taste it, so he handed the jar to Kuai Manzhou:

"Man Zhou, this is your candy, take it yourself."

The child obediently reached out to catch it and held it in his arms.

Meng Po was still muttering to herself:

"How can it be bitter? I put licorice slices in it. My daughter loved the candy I made back then. Could it be that I haven't made it for many years and my craftsmanship has regressed?"

"..."

No one else dared to respond.

Zhang Chuanshi drank a mouthful of unknown medicine. At first he felt his stomach churning. After a while, he began to feel cold all over and shivered.

He sat in the driving position, and the car was shaking so much that it kept trembling.

After a moment, he started to feel hot again and sweat started to pour out. Although it was winter, his body was red. The heat evaporated the sweat and it seemed as if smoke was coming out of his head.

After two rounds of this alternation of hot and cold, Zhang Chuanshi finally couldn't bear it anymore and asked tremblingly:

"Meng Po, what kind of medicine did you put in this soup? Will I die?"

"Haha." Meng Po laughed:
"Xiao Zhang, you are still young, how can you die? Don't worry, the herbs added to this soup are all carefully selected by me. It is an old recipe. My daughter has been eating it since she was a child--"

She smiled:
"Even if a few flavors are missing, it won't kill you, it will just taste bitter."

"..."

Having said this, Zhang Chuanshi couldn't afford to offend Meng Po, so he had to make a bitter face and spit a few times on the ground, praying that nothing serious would happen to him.

……

On the other side, after Zhao Fusheng and others left the city, three dusty pedestrians came to the east gate of Wan'an County.

The three men were wearing dark grey tops, brown trousers and leggings.

A long sweat towel wrapped the lower half of the three people's faces, leaving only the facial features above the nose exposed.

Judging from their figures, all three are male.

The men on the left and right were of medium build, each carrying a bag, and were slightly half a step behind the man in the middle.

Among the three, the man standing in the middle was the tallest and strongest, almost a head taller than the two next to him.

He had broad shoulders and a sweatband wrapped around the lower half of his face and neck.

The eyebrows exposed are very thick.

The stray hairs in the middle of the eyebrows connected to almost form a line, and the eyelids were covered with dense eyebrows.

His eyes were like those of a bull. When his eyeballs turned, they almost lifted up his eyelids which were covered with eyebrows. Even though he didn't say a word, he gave people an extremely fierce feeling.

When the three were about to enter the city, they were stopped by the soldiers guarding the city.

The sturdy man in the middle didn't say anything, but the entourage on both sides of him were stunned.

"Which town are you from?"

Several soldiers surrounded them and stopped the three men.

The leading sergeant glanced at the sturdy man in the middle and asked:
"Do you have a travel permit and household registration?"

In recent decades, ghost disasters have become more and more frequent in the Han Dynasty, and the prestige of the imperial court has been declining.

In many places, people were living in poverty, and the common people fled with their families. Things like road permits and household registrations had long been in name only. However, many towns still had soldiers blocking the road, which was nothing more than the guards trying to get some benefits.

The big man didn't say anything. The two people accompanying him took out two pieces of silver from their pockets and handed them to the soldier who stretched out his hand.

"you--"

When the soldier next to the sergeant saw this, he was about to speak, but he saw the tall and strong man in the lead turned his head and stared at them.

When the soldiers were looked at by him, they felt as if they were being stared at by a ferocious beast.

The shadow of death instantly enveloped several people, and several soldiers shivered involuntarily.

The leader rolled his eyes, revealed a flattering smile, and casually put the two melon seed-sized silver coins he had just obtained back into the man's hand:
"I'm just joking with you guys. I just asked you casually. Just go into the city."

He didn't dare to take the money.

The man who handed over the money didn't say anything. Seeing that he didn't want the money, he put the two silver coins away and nodded.

The big man said nothing and turned and walked away with the two of them.

“Brother Kui, these three grandsons are not right.”

As soon as these three people entered the city, the soldier who had been smiling before stopped smiling, looked in the direction of the three people, and frowned.

The sergeant on duty also looked solemn and nodded when he heard this:

"I don't think these three people are from Wan'an County."

The situation in Wan'an County is special.

In the past year, many people have left the county, but there are almost no outsiders entering the county.

It was not until recent months that Zhao Fusheng recruited a large number of people to rebuild the county town, and many people from nearby villages and towns got the news and moved into the county, which led to a gradual increase in the number of people in the county.

When the three people first entered the city, the sergeant on duty thought they were people from nearby towns looking for a job.

The household registration system in Wan'an County has not been rebuilt yet, and pass holders and other identity cards have not been produced. When he first saw the three men, he just wanted to ask them a few questions and then let them go.

But as soon as he finished speaking, the other party took out two silver melon seeds.

This is a huge sum of money.

It would be fine if they only gave two coins, but in this world, people who can easily take out two silver coins are extraordinary. The sergeant on duty immediately judged that these three people were not locals, and they might have important backgrounds - there were only a handful of wealthy families in the local area who could afford to pay, and most of them stayed in Wan'an County. Anyone with a little insight would have recognized them.

The rest of the people were cleaner than their faces, and their poverty could be smelled from eight feet away.

"A visitor from a foreign land, and he still has money..." The sergeant known as 'Brother Kui' frowned, looked at the direction where the three people left, and said to himself:
"What are you doing in our county?"

"Master Pang has said that the Demon Suppression Division has issued an order that if anyone suspicious is found entering the city, it must be reported." A soldier at the side whispered.

Brother Kui said:

"You two should find someone to report the incident to the Demon Suppression Division and the county government respectively."

"Do you want to find someone to follow?" another soldier asked in a low voice.

Brother Kui hesitated for a while, thinking of the beast-like look of the tall and strong man, he felt frightened, thought about it and finally shook his head:
"No, it's a bit dangerous if we don't know the bottom."

……

After discussion, the three defenders split into two groups and entered the city separately.

On the other side, the three men entered the city and wandered along the streets.

It was already noon, and there were not many people in the alleys along the street. The man who had touched the silver earlier pulled down the towel covering his face and said:
"Brother, shall we go directly to the Demon Suppression Division?"

After saying that, he turned and looked at the tall and strong man in the middle.

The masked man said nothing, but his breathing was very heavy.

The man on the other side seemed to know what he was thinking and shook his head:

"No, let's first inquire about the situation of the county's Demon Suppression Department."

The man who spoke first responded.

The three of them walked for a while and found a roadside tea stall and sat down.

The man tending the stall was a short and thin old man, dozing off by the stove. A red light was coming from the stove next to him, with a long-spouted kettle on top.

Hot steam rose up and the water in the kettle gurgled.

After several people sat down, one of the men slammed the table.

The dozing old man was instantly awakened by the loud bang. When he saw the guest coming, his eyes lit up immediately:
"A visitor is coming."

"Pour three bowls of hot tea. Is there anything to eat?" one of them shouted.

"Yes, yes, yes." The old man responded several times, opened the stove door, picked up the fan beside him and waved it a few times, and the fire started to heat up.

The hot water in the stove began to boil and the old man was busy having fun.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the three of them said:

"Brother, do you think what Zheng He reported is true or false?"

Perhaps he felt it was inconvenient to cover his mouth with the sweat towel when he spoke, so he simply pulled it off and wrapped it around his neck.

This person was about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a pair of narrow eyes, single eyelids, a high nose bridge, and a rather delicate appearance.

As soon as he finished speaking, the tallest and strongest man did not say anything, and the other man also pulled down his sweat towel.

This guy looks a bit more ordinary.

He was older than the boy who spoke first, about thirty years old, with a square face, a half-inch long beard on his chin and jaw, and thick lips.

"It shouldn't be fake." He glanced at the burly man who still had his face covered and said:

"In the files that Zheng He submitted to the county government, it was mentioned that Wan'an County had a new commander who had a way to get rid of the constraints of the Soul Fate Book. When Magistrate Bao was in trouble with ghosts, it was this new commander of Wan'an County, whose surname was Zhao, who solved the problem for him."

As he spoke, he turned his head and glanced at the stove not far away.

The old man at the tea stall was busy making a fire, boiling water, making tea and cooking, and he was having a lot of fun.

Plus, the noise from the fire was so loud that I didn't pay attention to what they were saying.

But when the bearded man turned around, the old man seemed to have noticed something and turned around and grinned at the three of them.

The bearded man smiled back at him, but when he turned to look at his brother, he frowned again.

"I feel it's fake." The young man said:

"In Zheng He's report, the ghost rider from Wan'an County was mentioned. His surname is Zhao, right?"

He looked at the big man, who didn't say anything. The square-faced bearded man nodded:

"Zhao Fusheng."

"I don't know where this person came from. He just replaced the commander of the Demon Suppression Division without any permission from the Demon Suppression Division." The young man laughed.
"Zheng He boasted about her in the files he uploaded to the county government, saying that she had extraordinary magical powers, was not bound by the Soul Fate Book and left her fiefdom, and helped him handle an unprecedented double ghost case. His exaggerations were beyond compare."

He said:

"I think this old fellow Zheng He is about to be resurrected as a ghost. He knows he is going to die, so he just talks nonsense."

"Some can be said, some cannot be said." The square-faced bearded man hesitated for a moment and shook his head after hearing this.
"It is true that Zheng He's evil spirit has revived. Although he is out of control, he is not crazy. Otherwise, Ding Datong from the prefecture would have sent someone to Bao Zhixian long ago."

He glanced at the big man in the middle again:

"As far as I know, Ding Datong plans to send someone to 'replace' Zheng He by the end of the year." He analyzed:
"Let's not talk about other things about Ding Datong, but he is very good at predicting ghosts. Since he has decided to send someone to take over Bao Zhixian by the end of the year, it means that Zhenghe can be stabilized before the end of the year."

During stable times, Zheng He might be in agony of fear of the resurrected evil spirit, but he cannot be completely demented, and it is even more impossible for him to talk nonsense after losing his mind.

After the Baozhi ghost case, Zheng He submitted a file about Baozhi's ghost disaster to the county government, which mentioned the double ghost case, causing a sensation in the county government's Demon Suppression Division.

In the Twin Ghosts Case, Zheng He mentioned Zhao Fusheng, an unknown magistrate in Wan'an County.

Before this, the Han Dynasty had never heard of two ghosts reviving together and acting together.

This completely shattered the Demon Suppression Division's knowledge that had been maintained for hundreds of years, and made everyone in the group feel terrified and uneasy.

Along with the case of the resurrection of the two ghosts, the name 'Zhao Fusheng' appeared. The Demon Suppression Division searched through the list at that time, but could not find any clues about this person.