I become a god in another world

Chapter 296: The Land of Death
Chapter 296

Another compartment.

Zhao Fusheng, who was on her way to Sifang Town at this time, didn't know that three uninvited guests had come to Wan'an County, and she faced another dilemma.

The group got lost.

Zhang Chuanshi, who claimed that he had been to Shilipo and was confident that he would never get lost in the valley of Shilipo, fell ill halfway through his journey.

It was hot and cold at first.

When it was cold, the jacket on his body was not enough. The cold wind felt like a knife cutting his flesh, and the pain made his lips turn blue.

But once it gets hot, I start sweating all over and my clothes are soaked.

After two rounds of this, Zhang Chuanshi unexpectedly started to have a fever.

The fever was accompanied by vomiting.

The medicine boiled by Meng Po was more bitter than bile. Zhang Chuanshi endured it again and again, but after a few quarters of an hour he finally couldn't bear it anymore. He apologized to Zhao Fusheng, parked the car to the side, jumped out of the car, held the horse and vomited for a long time.

Amid the sound of vomiting, Liu Yizhen, who had smelled the medicinal scent of Meng Po's soup earlier, also felt like vomiting.

He was not afraid of evil spirits, but he could not stand the smell.

The ghost coffin was still in the car. Liu Yizhen didn't dare to go away, so he had to open the car window and stick his head out to get some fresh air.

Zhang Chuanshi vomited for a long time and then stood up. The two looked at each other and turned their heads away tacitly.

Zhang Chuanshi is also a regular customer of the coachman.

The horse that was pulling the cart recognized him, and when it saw him stand up, it licked his face docilely and licked away some of the medicine juice he spat out from the corner of his mouth. Then it grimaced in pain and neighed through its nostrils.

That one lick ruined everything.

After walking for about another half an hour, both the man and the horse began to have diarrhea.

Zhang Chuanshi could still endure the diarrhea.

After all, he was a human being. When in a hurry, he could force himself to jump out of the carriage and find a remote place. But the horse was not so particular. It pulled while walking. The faces of the people in the carriage were ashen.

“……” Zhao Fusheng was speechless.

She didn't expect that Meng Po's bowl of soup was so powerful, and she already regretted feeding it to Zhang Chuanshi.

This ghost case didn't start well.

The group set out after noon, stopping and walking along the way. It was almost dark, and they had no idea where they were, let alone Sifang Town.

There were weeds all around and the ground was uneven. Suddenly, a stone as big as a bowl protruded from the thick and hard soil. If the wheels of the carriage accidentally ran over the stone that protruded from the ground, the whole body of the carriage would shake violently, causing the person's butt to leave the seat and bounce high.

After enduring for more than an hour, Liu Yizhen's face turned blue.

Zhang Chuanshi tried to keep his spirits up. The horse's steps became weak after running so many times, and it walked even slower.

As it was getting dark and there was no one around, everyone felt a little heavy.

The road is getting bumpier and bumpier.

With the sound of "clang" the wheel hit the stone, the wheel that had been battered all the way finally couldn't hold on and the wheel axle broke with a "snap".

The wheels rolled away with a clang, and the car body fell heavily to the ground.

Several people in the car also bounced up and tilted to one side.

Liu Yizhen was prepared and held the ghost coffin tightly.

He was deeply afraid that the ghost coffin would be shaken apart by the terrible shaking. Although this extremely evil thing was extremely hard, one should still be prepared for the worst - if the headless ghost broke free from the ghost coffin and revived as an evil spirit, it would be no joke.

"I, I'll just get off the car and walk."

Liu Yizhen was really afraid of riding in a car.

He began to insist on following Zhao Fusheng out of the city to handle cases. He wanted to investigate a ghost case and, at the same time, leave Wan'an County, where he was born and raised but where he had been restrained for many years. He wanted to go out and broaden his horizons, not to be trapped in this bumpy carriage and be thrown around making him dizzy.

Zhao Fusheng was also shaking so much that he felt a little dizzy.

After hearing what Liu Yizhen said, she nodded:
"I, I want to get off too."

After they finished talking, they climbed out of the car.

Soon Meng Po followed out as well - she had long been unable to sit still, her old bones almost broken by the shaking of the car and the road.

But today's trouble was caused by her making soup on a whim.

When Meng Po saw Zhang Chuansheng vomiting and having diarrhea, she realized that something was wrong, but she didn't dare to say anything, for fear that she would be blamed if she spoke, so she had to grit her teeth and bear it.

Fortunately, the two young men in the carriage couldn't bear it anymore, so she was able to climb out of the carriage to get some fresh air.

Kuai Manzhou is in the best condition among the few.

A red mist emerged from the gap in the carriage and transformed into a pale little girl standing beside Zhao Fusheng.

After getting off the bus and getting some fresh air, everyone felt that their headaches and eye pains had improved a lot, and they all couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief for a moment.

“Ouch—oh—oh—”

Zhang Chuanshi's groans came from the corner of the car. Then Liu Yizhen and Zhao Fusheng worked together to move the car away, pulled Zhang Chuanshi who was trapped under the car out, and let him lean against the collapsed car to catch his breath.

After they recovered from their shock, Zhao Fusheng looked around and found a barren grass slope.

There is no village in front and no shop behind this place. In the distance there are a few bare dying trees and sparse yellow weeds, and no living person is seen.

It was already night, and a layer of faint green mist was floating in the air. Zhao Fusheng sniffed and smelled a faint stench.

She looked down at the ground. It was no longer soil, but was made up of fine gravel and stones, dark brown in color. The small ones were about the size of soybeans, and the large ones were as big as fists. It was such a carbon-black stone that had broken the wheel before.

"It seems we won't be able to reach Sifang Town today."

Zhao Fusheng sighed.

The time since her rebirth is quite long. She has been to Wan'an County's villages and towns several times to handle cases, but she has not been to every town and is still unfamiliar with many places.

After entering the wilderness, Zhao Fusheng completely lost his direction. The only person who claimed to be able to know the road was lying dying behind the collapsed carriage.

“I think this place is a bit evil.”

As soon as Liu Yizhen's feet touched solid ground, he no longer looked as lifeless as he had been in the car.

He was also looking around, and after seeing the green mist floating in the air, he said something to Zhao Fusheng.

"Is there a ghost?"

When Zhao Fusheng heard what he said, his eyes quickly became serious. He turned to look at Kuai Manyu and asked.

Although Liu Yizhen is not a ghost rider, he has a special physique and the ability to suppress ghosts and put evil spirits to sleep.

In addition, he has been living with the headless ghost since he was a child and is very sensitive to the breath of ghosts. This means he must have sensed something was wrong.

Kuai Manzhou wrinkled his nose, sniffed a few times, and then shook his head: "Stinky."

"Smelly?" Zhao Fusheng asked:
"Then it's not evil spirit."

If you smell carefully here, you can indeed smell a stench.

It smelled like a decayed corpse, mixed with a strange and pungent smell, "like the smell of burning firewood."

Meng Po sniffed.

After Liu Yizhen sniffed for a while, he felt dust in his nose and throat, which choked him and made him cough twice.

“It doesn’t have to be firewood burning.”

Zhao Fusheng said.

As soon as she finished speaking, she lowered her head.

Everyone followed her gaze and saw her kicking an egg-sized stone. The stone was black with flame-red veins, like a particle of burned charcoal.

And under Zhao Fusheng's feet, there was a paving of black and red gravel of all sizes, forming a strange black stone ground.

There's something wrong with this piece of black sandstone.

Although it was late winter and the grass was dead, there was a dead air here, as if no weeds could grow on this black stone ground.

Zhao Fusheng kicked the stone back and forth with his toes several times, then suddenly bent down and reached out to grab a handful of sand and gravel.

The sand and gravel were extremely cold, and Zhao Fusheng's fingers curled unconsciously when they touched them.

She is a ghost tamer and deals with ghosts, so her body temperature is relatively cool and she is very resistant to the cold.

Zhao Fusheng was stunned for a moment, then he put the sand and gravel to his nose and sniffed it gently.

"Does it taste good?"

When Liu Yizhen saw her action, he asked.

Zhao Fusheng nodded and handed the sand in his hand to him:
"You smell it too."

Liu Yizhen stretched out his hand to grab the soil, but Zhao Fusheng dodged it and warned him:

"Just smell it, don't touch it."

When she said this, the others felt a sinking feeling in their hearts, guessing that there might be something strange about the sand.

Liu Yizhen glanced at her and saw that she looked calm, not as if she had been hit by a trick. Thinking of her having the ghost arm to protect her body, he couldn't help but feel a little relieved. Then he lowered his head and approached the handful of sand and gravel to smell it.

As he inhaled, a faint stench mixed with the pungent smell of fireworks rushed into his nostrils, making him frown.

Meng Po also turned around.

Zhao Fusheng raised the sand and gravel in his hand in front of her, and Meng Po also took a few deep breaths.

"It smells like a burning corpse," said Meng Po.

Kuai Manzhou stands on tiptoe:
“I want to smell it too.”

Zhao Fusheng slid his hand down and raised it in front of her face. The child held the altar with one hand and tried to hold her palm with the other hand, and smelled the sand and gravel through her palm.

"It's hard for vegetation to grow here. It looks like a barren land."

Zhao Fusheng tilted his palm.

The gravel and sand in the palm of my hand slid to the ground.

Liu Yizhen's eyes fell on her palm. After she emptied the mud and sand, there was a dark brown stain left in her palm. He couldn't help but remind her:
"My palms are not clean."

His words made Meng Po and Kuai Manzhou focus their attention on Zhao Fusheng's palm.

She rubbed her hands together, removing some of the sand and dust, but the dark brown stain remained like a birthmark, firmly occupying the palm of her hand.

Even when Zhao Fusheng rubbed it with his hand, the black mark seemed to be forced into the skin.

"This isn't right."

Liu Yizheng's pupils shrank and he murmured in response.

Today is really weird.

The people in the Demon Suppression Division seemed to be restricted in their actions. First, in the Liutu Village case, even though no one had seen any ghosts yet, three people in the division's government office had already been marked by evil spirits.

Originally, Zhang Chuanshi could still recognize the road, but after drinking Meng Po soup, he began to have diarrhea. He drove the carriage in a daze and didn't know where he took the group.

This place seems like a dead place.

The stones on the ground were different from ordinary soil and carried a smell of death.

After Zhao Fusheng touched the gravel and mud, he seemed to be branded by the color of the mud.

Liu Yizhen frowned and said:

"I think this mud and sand is evil and carries a kind of deathly aura. It may also be a companion of some great evil. You—" He hesitated to speak for a long time before sighing:
"You shouldn't just grab random things."

There was a faint green miasma lingering here. Although Liu Yizhen had not seen any ghosts, based on his years of experience with ghosts, he always felt that there was something wrong with the mist.

There is ghost fog in Wan'an County.

The chance of evil spirits reviving after a person dies is much higher than in other places.

He worried that this place had been haunted before.

If it is a dead place where ghosts have lived, the sand and gravel will be even more dangerous and may be related to ghosts.

Zhao Fusheng casually grabbed the mud and sand of unknown origin, and coupled with the strange mark on her palm, Liu Yizhen was worried that she was marked by an evil spirit.

"fine."

However, Zhao Fusheng did not take this strange black mark to heart.

She rubbed her palms vigorously twice, and the black shadow seemed to tremble twice - in the eyes of everyone, it seemed to be resurrected, wandering in her palms, as if trying to penetrate her skin and enter her flesh.

"ah!"

The little girl exclaimed.

Her eyes focused and she was about to grab Zhao Fusheng's hand and take action, but she saw that Zhao Fusheng just smiled slightly and was not very anxious.

The surface of Zhao Fusheng's body was covered with a layer of strange human skin obtained from the ghost case in Goutou Village.

This human skin is the relic of Wu Liren, and it has a certain power to block the power of evil spirits.

This effect is extraordinary.

In the Kuailiang Village ghost case that day, when the disgusting ghost transformed by Kuai Wu tried to kill Zhao Fusheng, he was blocked by this strange human skin, which ultimately made it impossible for the disgusting ghost to exert his power and he escaped.

Although the sand and gravel are somewhat strange at this moment, they cannot be compared with the power of a real evil spirit.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head at Kuai Manzhou, signaling her not to worry, and then clenched his fist - the beggar's power then revived.

The cold and sinister aura of the evil spirit emerged from Zhao Fusheng's shoulder and quickly spread to her wrists and fists. Her skin turned pale and stiff, with blue-black blood vessels visible inside, like the arm of a dead person.

After the evil spirit's aura was driven away, the cold black mark in her palm, which was originally wriggling, immediately froze in an instant.

Then the shadow was like a mirror hit by gravity, shattered in an instant, and split into dead black maggots, which were densely packed in her palm.

"this--"

This scene was like a magic trick, and everyone was stunned.

Although no one was afraid of insects, the sight of the shadow splitting into maggots still made everyone frown.

"It seems there is indeed a ghost."

Zhao Fusheng sighed.

At this moment, something strange happened in her palm again.

While she was speaking, the maggots that had been killed by her ghostly aura curled up again, and finally, under her gaze, they turned into dust one by one, which was blown away by the wind and turned into a small wisp of dark blue mist that slowly rose up.

In this way, everyone finally knew where the fog here came from.

Zhao Fusheng summoned the ghost who gave first and took later, and suppressed the power of the beggar ghost again before saying:

"I think we should not deviate."

Although Zhang Chuanshi had an upset stomach, the old man was not bragging about one thing. He must be very familiar with Shilipo. Even though he was vomiting and having diarrhea, he still found the right direction.

“Even if this place isn’t Shilipu or Huangquan Road, it’s probably not far from this place.”

A ghost car once appeared on Huangquan Road, so it is not a good place and is prone to the birth of evil spirits.