I become a god in another world

Chapter 297 From Life to Death
Chapter 297

"The most urgent thing is that we have to find a way to get back on the right road and ask about the situation after finding the person." After Zhao Fusheng finished speaking, he turned his head and looked at the other side of the carriage.

This place is remote and uninhabited.

If you want to ask someone for directions, you must first see a living person.

If you want to meet a living person, you need to go back to the right road and find the village.

The few people who were awake now didn't know the way. Zhang Chuanshi, the only one who knew the way, was sitting in front of the collapsed carriage, half dead, groaning in pain.

Zhao Fusheng walked towards him and pushed his shoulder, causing him to fall.

"Lao Zhang, Lao Zhang."

Zhang Chuanshi's situation is not good.

His face was pale with a hint of blue, his lips were black, and the two large bags under his eyes looked like blisters filled with black juice, making him look more like a dead person.

He sat slumped there with his legs spread wide open in a scissor shape.

His hands hung limply on both sides of his hips and legs, his head hung limply on one shoulder, his breathing was weak, and he took a long breath every now and then.

Everyone squatted in front of him and could hear the rumbling sound of his intestines.

"Lao Zhang, wake up."

Zhao Fusheng called him again.

Zhang Chuanshi lifted his eyelids but did not open his eyes.

It's really frustrating that I can't wake him up.

Seeing her frowning, Meng Po volunteered:
"My Lord, I will wake him up."

Zhao Fusheng thought she had some clever trick to call someone, so he nodded, stepped aside, and said:
"Wake him up."

She said seriously:
"Old Zhang has been marked by a fierce ghost, so he is prone to danger. Once he falls into a deep sleep and enters a dream, he will be in trouble."

"I know."

Meng Po agreed, then raised her right hand, bent the knuckles of her thumb, and pinched Zhang Chuanshi's philtrum hard.

Zhang Chuanshi was in this state because he drank the medicine she prepared. She was also afraid that if he didn't wake up for a long time, something bad would happen, so she didn't hold back any strength when she pinched Zhang Chuanshi.

Meng Po is not young anymore, but she has been working all year round, her physical fitness is extraordinary, and her strength is amazing.

The nails immediately dug into Zhang Chuanshi's philtrum, waking him up with the pain.

The eyelids that were originally unable to open opened with Zhang Chuanshi's scream. When Zhang Chuanshi woke up, his eyeballs turned green and it took a long time to find focus.

When he saw the people in front of him clearly, his eyes lit up:
"I, I'm not dead yet—"

After he finished speaking, he heard a loud rumbling sound from his stomach. Zhang Chuanshi's legs tensed up and he shouted in despair:

"Why am I not dead yet—"

He did not bother to talk to Zhao Fusheng and the others. He climbed up tremblingly, stumbling around trying to find a hidden place to solve the problem.

But at this time, the surroundings were desolate and there was no grass or trees growing. There were a few small black mounds of earth that could barely block people.

Zhang Chuanshi rolled and crawled to find a rock pile. After he finished defecating, he crawled out on his knees with bruised lips.

"I, I'm afraid I can't—"

His face looked even uglier than before, his arms trembling as he crawled, looking at Zhao Fusheng:
"My Lord, I am afraid I am going to die..."

He had been marked by a ghost and thought the biggest danger of this trip would come from the ghost killing people in his dreams, but he never expected that he might end up dying at the hands of his own people.

"Sir, we don't blame you. This, this is my fate--" Zhang Chuanshi crawled two steps and fell to the ground weakly.

"..." Seeing him like this, Zhao Fusheng couldn't help but feel a little suspicious.

Even if Meng Po's medicine was missing some ingredients, it wouldn't kill someone...

But Zhang Chuanshi's situation was indeed very bad.

Everyone gathered around and helped him up from the ground. When they touched his body, it was cold and didn't look like a living person.

"you……"

Just as Zhao Fusheng was about to speak, the light in Zhang Chuanshi's eyes dimmed:
"There's no point in living. I was reluctant to die before, but now it's just right—"

As he spoke, his chest rose and fell greatly, with more air coming out than coming in:
"It's a pity that I haven't found him yet. Call him - Sir, Sir - Old Zhang, I'll leave my coffin shop to you -"

Zhang Chuanshi's words revealed a lot of information, but this was not the time for Zhao Fusheng to ask in detail.

Because Zhang Chuanshi didn't finish his words, he let out a long breath and then his chest seemed to deflate.

"Boom boom boom—boom boom—"

‘Boom——’

His heart was beating rapidly at first, but as his breathing stopped, the heartbeat also stopped.

Liu Yizhen was shocked when he saw this scene:
"died?"

Zhao Fusheng's heart sank and he reached out to touch Zhang Chuanshi's neck.

The large artery in his neck no longer beat, and his body was cold, like a dead body that had long been dead.

"..."

Zhao Fusheng looked dazed, feeling that this was both unbelievable and absurd, and muttered in response to Liu Yizhen:
“…He’s really dead.”

"..."

When Meng Po heard this, she stood there in a daze.

"That's not possible—" The sugar soup she made was made with less sugar and a few herbs, and the rest of the ingredients were put in according to the required number.

Even if the food tastes wrong, it shouldn't kill anyone.

"How could he die?" She became anxious and stepped forward to pull Zhang Chuanshi.

"Sir, let me see."

Zhao Fusheng nodded and motioned for her to support Zhang Chuansheng.

Deep down in her heart, she always felt that Zhang Chuanshi should not have died here.

This old man died after drinking Meng Po soup. Maybe Meng Po still has some other solution.

At this time, Meng Po took over Zhao Fusheng's position, squatted in front of Zhang Chuanshi, and reached out to pull him.

The few of them then saw a layer of faint blood-red mist lingering in Meng Po's palms.

"..."

Liu Yizhen's pupils shrank and he glanced at Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng's expression remained unchanged, but his lips were tightly pursed, and he obviously also noticed Meng Po's weirdness.

Kuai Manzhou said at this time:
"ghost."

As soon as she finished speaking, Meng Po grabbed Zhang Chuanshi's body with both hands, and the blood light in her palms sank into Zhang Chuanshi's body - and then something strange happened.

Zhang Chuanshi, who had just died a moment ago, actually made a strange low "uh" sound from his throat when the blood entered his body.

Then his eyelids moved and he suddenly opened his eyes.

"I-I'm not dead yet?"

As soon as he was resurrected, he showed an expression of disbelief.

"..."

"..."

Zhao Fusheng and Liu Yizhen were both speechless.

If Zhang Chuanshi's face was not yellow and blue at this moment, looking like a dead person, and his body was not cold, and his heartbeat and arteries were not moving, Zhao Fusheng would have suspected that this old guy was pretending to be dead.

"you--"

Zhao Fusheng frowned and looked at him.

Zhang Chuanshi looked grim at this moment, but he had shaken off his previous lethargy.

He touched his shriveled stomach, then touched his forehead, then covered his chest, and then said excitedly:
"Hey, it's not painful anymore."

The feeling of alternating hot and cold in the body disappeared, and neither did the nausea, vomiting, and stomach cramps. His overall condition was better than ever, as if he had gotten rid of the burden of his old body and felt much more relaxed.

"I seem to have recovered all of my strength." Zhang Chuanshi touched his body in surprise.

All the discomfort disappeared. Even some of the reactions that had been caused by the decline of his body functions as he aged were gone. He felt that he was in amazingly good condition.

"ghost."

Kuai Manzhou spoke again.

It would have been fine if the little girl said it once, but when she said it the second time, Zhao Fusheng became alert.

Her eyes fell on Zhang Chuanshi's lips.

This old man pinches other people's philtrum all day long, and now there comes a day when he gets pinched on the philtrum by someone else.

Meng Po's nails pinched the flesh on his lips, which was still bleeding, but now the blood had changed color, becoming black with red, and even half-solidified.

Zhao Fusheng stretched out his hand to touch his neck. Zhang Chuanshi instinctively tried to hide. Zhao Fusheng shouted:
"do not move."

As soon as she finished speaking, Zhang Chuanshi hesitated a little, then sat down on the ground obediently.

The moment Zhao Fusheng's fingers touched his flesh, both of them were startled.

Zhang Chuanshi felt her hands were hot, while Zhao Fusheng felt his skin was cold and stiff, like that of a dead person.

"Hiss." Zhao Fusheng gasped and said strangely:
"died."

"Not dead yet—"

Zhang Chuanshi said hurriedly.

"Dead." Under Zhao Fusheng's fingertips, Zhang Chuanshi's arteries stopped beating, and she said again.

"I'm not dead—"

Zhang Chuanshi tried to explain again, but before he could finish his words, he saw Zhao Fusheng's expression and his heart was moved, so he also touched his wrist.

The veins in his wrists stopped beating.

Lao Zhang touched his heart again, but it was still motionless.

Then he put his fingers in front of his nostrils, and he stopped breathing through his nostrils. The wound on his lips that was pinched by Meng Po no longer hurt.

These discoveries startled him and he realized that his body might actually be dead.

Feeling uneasy, he couldn't help but shout out:
"I, am I dead?"

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then they all rushed forward to touch Zhang Chuanshi's body.

Just as Zhao Fusheng said, his body was cold and there was no trace of life in him. He was indeed dead.

But Zhang Chuanshi is still alive.

"It's really strange." Liu Yizhen sighed.

Meng Po also said:

"It's true that you live long and see old things. Xiao Zhang looks like he's dead, but he's not dead."

It would have been better if she hadn't said this. Once she said this, even though Zhang Chuanshi was usually a little scared of her, he couldn't help but say angrily:
"It's all because of that bowl of medicine you took. Someone died after taking it."

"You're not dead yet..." Meng Po said with a guilty conscience:

"Xiao Zhang, I'm telling you, but I didn't expect you to be so weak at such a young age. You could die from taking some candy..."

"I'm already over fifty!" Although Zhang Chuanshi was afraid of his situation at this time, he couldn't resist his argumentative nature after hearing this, and retorted:
"In some villages, people of this age are considered centenarians."

"Gui Rui!" Zhao Fusheng said to him coldly.

Zhang Chuanshi suddenly wilted.

He came to his senses and became a little anxious:

"Sir, what should I do about my situation? I was fine, but I died just after drinking some soup..." Zhang Chuanshi couldn't accept this.

Zhao Fusheng pondered for a moment, looked at Kuai Manzhou, and then looked at Meng Po. Meng Po's eyes flickered, as if mixed with a trace of guilt, and he did not dare to look directly into her eyes...

"I feel like Lao Zhang may not be dead."

As Zhao Fusheng spoke, he touched Zhang Chuanshi's forehead again. His skin was cold and there was no trace of sweat.

"Even if Meng Po's medicine is missing some ingredients, it won't kill people suddenly." She thought for a moment and turned her head to look at Meng Po:

"Could this be Meng Po's ability?"

"Ability?" Liu Yizhen's voice was filled with doubt.

"Yes." Zhao Fusheng nodded:

"Similar to your power, I was born with the ability to control ghosts."

After she said this, Liu Yizhen understood:
"You, you mean, this bowl of soup cooked by Meng Po has the ability to turn people back from the living to the dead?"

Liu Yizhen's words surprised everyone.

Zhang Chuanshi was already in a state of panic at this time, and looked at Zhao Fusheng:
"grown ups--"

Among the few people, Kuai Manzhou seems to be the strongest, but Zhao Fusheng has a calm temperament and is determined.

She is like a backbone in the Demon Suppression Division. As long as she is there, Zhang Chuanshi feels that things are not so bad.

"Don't worry."

As expected, Zhao Fusheng comforted him.

As soon as she finished speaking, Zhang Chuanshi actually calmed down a lot - if he hadn't already died and there was no life left in his body, he might have breathed a sigh of relief.

"I think Meng Po's abilities may be more than that." Zhao Fusheng said.

"What does 'more than that' mean?" Zhang Chuanshi was still touching his chest. His heart had stopped beating, making him feel vaguely uncomfortable.

"Mr. Zhang's condition doesn't seem like he's simply dead."

His body was devoid of life, but he could move and speak. "This situation was more like a 'ghost'."

Zhao Fusheng said this and added:
"A living ghost."

She never stops until her words shock people.

Just the word "living ghost" was enough to shock everyone.

"A living ghost?" Zhang Chuanshi looked bewildered. "What should I do now?"

"I think it would be a good thing if Lao Zhang really 'died' at this time." Liu Yizhen's brain was also very smart, and he quickly thought of a question:
"Lao Zhang has been marked by a fierce ghost. If he 'dies' now and becomes a 'ghost', will the ghost that killed people in the dream still kill him?"

What Liu Yizhen said was exactly what Zhao Fusheng was thinking.

If Meng Po's medicine really has the magical effect of reincarnating the dead and turning the living into ghosts, then on this trip to the Yellow Spring Road at Shilipu, maybe this medicine can come in handy in a critical moment.

When Zhang Chuanshi heard the conversation between the two, a look of relief appeared on the dead man's face.

……

But everything is just their optimistic guess.

It is still unknown whether Zhang Chuanshi was able to turn back from the living to the dead after drinking the medicine and avoid the mark of the evil spirit in spite of the misfortune. We need to continue to observe the situation.

But Meng Po soup is indeed strange.

Zhao Fusheng turned to look at Kuai Manzhou:

"Man Zhou, this medicine is very important, you have to take good care of it."

She has now been marked by a ghost and has not yet found the trace of the beheading ghost. Once she is in danger in her dream, if Zhang Chuanshi can verify that drinking Meng Po soup can avoid the evil ghost's murderous intent, then she will probably need Liu Yizhen and others to help her feed the soup.

"Ah."

The little girl nodded heavily.

"So what should we do now?" Zhang Chuanshi asked.

Zhao Fusheng motioned for him to stand up.

Zhang Chuanshi climbed up from the ground. Zhao Fusheng looked him over:
"how are you feeling?"

He patted his stomach, turned his head to look at his back, and moved his arms and legs:
"I'm not vomiting anymore, and my stomach doesn't hurt anymore—"

To be precise, the body feels nothing, as if it has lost the perception of cold, heat, pain, etc.

Zhao Fusheng nodded and said:
"In that case, let's follow the original plan and go to Sifang Town first, find Lijiaao and settle down before making any plans."

At this point, many things have gone off track. Zhang Chuanshi's unexpected situation could not be solved in a short period of time, so he simply solved the murder case in the dream by the evil spirit and then studied the matter of Meng Po soup.

Zhang Chuanshi had no choice but to respond.