I become a god in another world

Chapter 301 Weird Couple
Chapter 301

The woman was half a body taller than the man, so even though she hid behind him, she was still seen by the people from the Demon Suppression Division in the temple.

In the light of the fire in the temple, she looked a little plump. She was wearing a green top with small flowers and black and red patterned trousers.

Compared to the dwarf-like man, this woman's outfit is undoubtedly much more beautiful.

Her hair was tied up, and she was dressed like a woman. Even though Zhao Fusheng and the others couldn't see her face clearly, from the sound of her voice, she was at least thirty years old.

As soon as the two sides met, they both showed vigilance.

Zhang Chuanshi immediately stood up and first glanced at the two intruders who were leaning against each other.

A bonfire was lit in the temple and candles were lit. The flames shone out through the open door, illuminating the empty dam outside and also casting the two strange figures of man and woman into the light and shadow.

In Zhang Chuanshi's sight, the shadows of the two people were reflected on the ground, leaning against each other, like two big trees of different heights.

"Sir, there is a shadow."

When he saw the shadow, he felt relieved and turned to Zhao Fusheng and whispered something.

Zhao Fusheng also noticed the shadows under the two people's feet.

She glanced at Liu Yizhen, then patted Kuai Manzhou's head:
"Full week?"

Kuai Manzhou frowned and looked at the two men without saying anything.

But the little head seemed to sense her call and rubbed her palm twice.

"I don't think there's anything wrong." Liu Yizhen also said.

Meng Po just glanced at the two of them indifferently, then tore the bacon in her hand and threw it into the porridge pot.

"Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo"

There was a cold wind blowing outside.

After a while, the two strangers who were relying on each other couldn't stand the cold anymore and stamped their feet involuntarily.

They took two tentative steps forward with their heads down, looked at the horse tied in front of the temple gate, then cast their gaze on the five people in the temple, and then the woman pinched the short man.

The man retracted his hand in pain, an angry look on his face, and then he turned to look at the people in the temple, and shouted with a smile:
"I wonder what lineage these friends are from?"

He stood on one foot, rubbed the back of his other foot against his calf twice, and then stood firm again, saying to the people in the room in a flattering manner:
"We are merchants from Shilipu. We have been walking on the mountain road for a whole day. We are cold and tired. Can we come into this temple to rest?"

When these two men saw the fire in the temple before they appeared, they were not so polite in their words.

He was standing outside and didn't dare to come in. It was probably because he saw that there were so many people in the Demon Suppression Division, so he was afraid.

Zhang Chuanshi and Liu Yizhen both looked at Zhao Fusheng. Zhao Fusheng's eyes were dark and mysterious. After a while, she nodded:

"When we meet outside, we are friends. This wild temple in the mountains is not our home, so naturally everyone has the right to rest."

When she said this, Zhang Chuanshi shouted at the two of them:
"come in."

When the two heard their first request, they showed joy on their faces and hurried into the temple.

When the short man Luo Liu passed by the temple gate, he raised his head and sneezed loudly.

He was not even as tall as the horse's front legs. When he saw the huge creature, he was frightened. He hid beside the woman and walked quickly into the temple along the other side of the door frame.

'Bang.'

As soon as he entered the temple, he took off the burden on his shoulders.

The two boxes were quite heavy and made a crisp sound when they landed on the ground.

The man let out a low sigh of relief as he let go of the burden, then rolled his neck and arms and rubbed his shoulders and neck.

"Brother, your box is not light." Liu Yizhen stroked the coffin and greeted him calmly.

The man turned his head when he heard him speak.

He was about thirty years old, short in limbs, with short, fat legs, bowed knees, and surprisingly short arms.

But he has a big head and a pair of bulging eyes like a frog, which makes him look a little scary. But combined with the sweat towel on his head and the exaggerated red flower, he looks a little funny.

He turned to look at Zhao Fusheng and the others, his eyes first swept over the scary black coffin placed next to Liu Yizhen, then he revealed a gloomy and frightened look and shouted:
"Seeing the coffin brings wealth."

After shouting, as if afraid that Liu Yizhen and others would be unhappy, he quickly showed a flattering smile and explained: "Don't be angry, we are vendors who go from village to village. We usually have some taboos. When we see a coffin, we say auspicious words to bring good luck."

Liu Yizhen didn't mind, he just leaned against the coffin and nodded.

The man's eyes swiftly and inconspicuously swept over the people.

The Demon Suppression Division sent five people to investigate the ghost case this time, three women and two men, among whom Meng Po and Zhang Chuanshi were both elderly.

Judging from the appearance, Zhao Fusheng is young, and the only person that makes the man a little afraid is probably Liu Yizhen who is leaning against the coffin.

His eyes fell on Kuai Manzhou, he was stunned for a moment, and then smiled.

"Dong, dong, dong." He twirled the rattle in his hand with his palm-leaf fan-like hand, and the two small drum beats flew left and right, hitting the drum and making a crisp sound.

But the child was so busy weaving the rope with straw that he didn't even raise his head.

"Where are you from, guests?" He was indeed a peddler, he was very eloquent. Although the people from the Demon Suppression Division did not speak, he took the initiative to break the silence.

"I'm from Wan'an County." Zhao Fusheng replied with a smile, staring at the peddler without avoiding his gaze.

He might have been accustomed to being stared at, so he was not shy when facing her staring eyes.

But when he looked at the campfire in front of the people, a look of longing appeared in his eyes, and then he swallowed.

"It turns out that you are a distinguished guest from the county." He laughed, then carried the load of goods to the other end of the temple and made way, then invited the woman to sit over with him.

The woman was much older than him, at least forty years old, with her hair tied into a bun at the back of her head and secured with a wooden hairpin.

A long black pipe tied with a thin rope hung at her waist.

She sat down next to the peddler, still staring at the five people, with the most attention focused on Kuai Manzhou and Zhao Fusheng, which made people feel uncomfortable.

"What are you looking at?"

The woman looked at them several times, and Zhang Chuanshi, who was already wary of their arrival, felt that something was wrong and could not help but scold her.

The peddler became a little nervous after hearing this.

The woman was scolded, but she was not intimidated at all. She smiled and said:

"Don't be nervous, big brother. I saw that the girl was dressed nicely, so I took a few more glances at her."

She spoke frankly and without any evasion.

After finishing speaking, he looked at Kuai Manzhou more directly:

"This child is handsome. How old is he?"

If women want to start a conversation, talking about children is the easiest way.

But her words hit a wall.

Kuai Manzhou turned a deaf ear to her questions - the little girl never paid much attention to others.

Meng Po and others looked at Zhao Fusheng, taking her as their leader.

Zhao Fusheng smiled and asked her, "What does it have to do with you?"

Her words stunned the peddler and the woman.

Zhao Fusheng's tone didn't sound like he was arguing, but his words were too harsh, without any politeness at all.

The woman was a little embarrassed:

"I was abrupt."

After she finished speaking, her face darkened and she nudged the peddler:
"Go in a little bit."

The peddler could tell that she was angry but didn't dare to say anything. He moved his butt to let her sit down, then he opened the container and took out something wrapped in oil paper.

There was half a dry whole-grain cake hidden inside. He took it out, tore off a piece with great reluctance and handed it to the woman.

The woman's eyes fell on the bacon in Meng Po's hand. She smelled the aroma of the meat porridge in the air, took the pancake reluctantly, and took a small bite.

Zhao Fusheng was also looking at the two people. Seeing them sitting in a corner eating cakes, he couldn't help but ask, "Are you two husband and wife?"

Her words made the woman stop eating the cake.

The woman had earlier shown good intentions to talk to her, but she had rejected him rudely.

It was obvious that she had a bad attitude and was unwilling to talk to the country peddler because of her city dweller status. But when she asked about the other person's identity, she didn't even look embarrassed at all.

The woman curled her lips and her eyes revealed a message: Who is this person!

Zhao Fusheng was despised by her, but he didn't care. Instead, he stared at the two of them and waited for their answer.

The peddler tore off a piece of cake for himself, wrapped up the remaining small piece, and said:

"We are husband and wife."

Zhao Fusheng said:
"It doesn't look like they are a good age match."

Her words offended the woman again.

"Guest..." The woman turned around to speak, but the peddler quickly pulled her back and said with a flattering smile:

"It's true that we are not a good match in age, but we are indeed a couple. We have been selling goods in Shilipo for many years. Many people recognize us, Mr. and Mrs. Luo Liu."

Zhao Fusheng nodded and asked him:

"Are you Luo Liu?"

"Yes." He nodded and introduced the woman next to him:
"This is Madam Sun San, and she is also my wife."

After saying this, he was about to lower his head to take a bite of the cake, but he saw Zhao Fusheng still staring at him. He felt a little embarrassed and subconsciously asked:

"Guest, would you like some cake?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately regretted it.

Not only did he regret it, but Sun Sanniang, who was sitting next to him, also pinched his waist hard, causing his big face to twitch in pain.

"want."

Zhao Fusheng didn't bother to be polite. He nodded and waved at him:

"Bring it to me."

Her words surprised Liu Yizhen and others.

The Demon Suppression Division has no shortage of food.

When traveling, everyone prepared dry food, including dried meat and bread, which was enough to last for several days.

It was obvious that the peddler was living in poverty. The pancake in his hand did not look good and was mixed with bran. It looked like a hoarse cake. What did Zhao Fusheng want to do here?
When the peddler heard this, he was stunned.

But the words had already been said and it was not easy to regret it now, so he stood up under the gloomy gaze of his wife and walked towards Zhao Fusheng with the cake in his hand.

"Guest, have some cake."

The peddler walked up to Zhao Fusheng and handed him half a wrapped pancake.

She was sitting on the ground, but was almost as tall as the peddler standing beside her. When she reached out to take the cake, her fingers inevitably touched Luo Liu's hand.

Luo Liu had been walking outside for a long time. The back of his hands were cold, but his palms were warm, not like a ghost.

Zhao Fusheng took the cake and handed it to Zhang Chuanshi who was standing beside him:
"Lao Zhang, eat some cake."

"..."

Zhang Chuanshi, who originally didn't understand why she asked the peddler for cakes, was shocked when he saw the cake she handed over.

When he came to his senses, he shook his head:
"Mr. Zhang doesn't want to eat cakes——"

Before he could finish his words, he saw a warning look in Zhao Fusheng's eyes - a look that urged him to eat it, and it was much more resolute than when he fed him Meng Po soup before.

Zhang Chuanshi's already ugly expression turned even more gloomy in an instant.

"this--"

The random food he ate today cost him his life, and now he wants to eat more...

Zhang Chuanshi took the pancake with a bitter face.

The cake was only the size of a child's palm and was incredibly hard. It was mixed with bran, coarse grains, and turnips. It was black in color and did not taste good at all.

He didn't know why Zhao Fusheng forced him to eat, but after spending a long time with Zhao Fusheng, Zhang Chuanshi also got to know some of her character.

When joking in leisure time, she doesn't mind as long as the words are not offensive, even if it's just a joke.

But when it comes to serious matters, she is decisive and doesn't like others questioning her.

Anyway, he was already dead, and Zhang Chuanshi didn't believe that the steamed bun could poison him.

He made up his mind and stuffed the whole biscuit into his mouth. After chewing it a few times, he tried to force it down.

Zhang Chuanshi was mentally prepared before eating the cake, but the cake was much dryer and harder than he had imagined.

As soon as the whole-grain biscuit entered his throat, it choked him and made him raise his head to his neck.

"broken."

Zhao Fusheng showed a look of annoyance:

"It choked me." She looked at Luo Liu: "Do you have any water?"

The peddler was shocked by the way Zhang Chuanshi ate, and when he saw someone choking, he turned to look at Sun Sanniang in panic.

Sun Sanniang reluctantly rummaged through the cabinet, took out two empty bamboo tubes, shook them twice, and shook her head:

"Gone."

Luo Liu said anxiously: "There is a well outside, you guys——"

"Please fetch me some water."

Zhao Fusheng interrupted him.

Sun Sanniang got angry when she heard this and stood up:
"By——"

She put one hand on her waist and was about to lose her temper when she heard Zhao Fusheng say:
"Meeting is fate. Now that we have met and you are so generous, we can't be stingy."

After saying that, he turned to look at Meng Po:
"Meng Po, check if the porridge is cooked and give a bowl to these two people."

As soon as she finished speaking, Sun Sanniang, who had been a little unhappy before, suddenly brightened up.

"Let's go fight now, let's fight now."

She was afraid that Zhao Fusheng would go back on his word, so she quickly called the peddler:
"Luo Liu, why don't you come with me and fetch some water for the distinguished guest."

The peddler responded, and the two of them quickly went out carrying the bamboo tubes.

As soon as they left, Liu Yizhen looked at Zhao Fusheng:

"Did you notice something was wrong?"

Zhao Fusheng sent the two out of the temple, then said:

"When I took the cake, I touched Luo Liu's hand. It was warm, and there was a shadow when he moved. It didn't look like a ghost."

Zhang Chuanshi standing by choked for a long time.

His body was already dead, and this little bit of coarse grain could not choke him to death. While the two men were leaving, he spat the coarse grain in his mouth into his palm and threw it into the fire.

'boom.'

The flames were flickered by the food residue, and the flames turned black, and a thick smoke escaped from the fire.

"Sir, how do you send them out to fetch water?"

He and Kuai Manzhou had previously gone to the well outside and found that the bottom of the well was dry, without a trace of water.

The wooden barrel hanging by the side of the well fell and hit the ground, making a crisp sound, as if the mud at the bottom of the well had dried up and hardened, as if there had been a drought in the area.