I become a god in another world

Chapter 302 Come and drink the fairy soup (5K update)

Chapter 302
Liu Yizhen's expression changed and he looked up at Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng frowned at Zhang Chuanshi's question:

"Everything indicates that there is nothing wrong between the couple, but I have a feeling that something is not right with them."

There were shadows under the two of them, and they spoke and acted as usual. When they saw the black coffin next to Liu Yizhen, they even said auspicious words - all these proved that the couple were just ordinary people.

But Shilipo has changed drastically now and is suspected to have become a ghost town.

In such a weird environment, a normal couple appeared. It didn't seem right no matter how you looked at it.

"What's more, I think there is something unusual about all this..." Zhao Fusheng analyzed calmly:

"There are headless clay statues and dry wells, but there are also freshly washed clay pots."

A few people just said that they had not seen anyone alive since entering Shilipu, and then these two people appeared immediately. "It's too much of a coincidence."

What Zhao Fusheng said made sense, but Liu Yizhen still spoke:

"But ghosts have no memories or thoughts."

Death is like a lamp going out.

To die is to die.

Even though the body of a ghost will not decay after it is resurrected, it will always be separated from the living. There will no longer be any emotional or blood ties between them, and only the instinct to kill will remain.

"Mr. and Mrs. Luo Liu spoke to us fluently and looked lively. Based on this alone, they don't look like ghosts."

When Zhao Fusheng asked Luo Liu for food, Sun Sanniang was angry and aggrieved, and pinched Luo Liu hard. Luo Liu felt pain and looked reluctant. These are not the rich emotions that a ghost can show.

“They are like living people.”

Liu Yizhen's words were long and meaningful. Zhang Chuanshi spit out the food residue in his mouth with two "Puh-Puh" sounds and nodded.

"Yizhen is right."

"That's right in principle." Zhao Fusheng said with a meaningful expression.

Liu Yizhen was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help laughing and complained:

"You really sound like my grandfather when you say this—"

As soon as he finished speaking, he thought of how Zhao Fusheng had deliberately imitated his conscientious tone several times to take advantage of him, and he felt a little regretful.

Fortunately, everyone was discussing serious matters at the moment, and with the evil spirit at hand, Zhao Fusheng was not in the mood to joke with him for the time being.

Liu Yizhen felt relieved and said:
"When my grandfather was alive, he spoke in the same way."

After that, he deliberately cleared his throat and said:

“In principle it’s not wrong—and that’s wrong. In principle it’s not okay—and that’s okay.” His expression softened as he mentioned his deceased elder.

At this moment, he was no longer as mature and steady as usual, but his expression had a bit more vitality that a young man of his age should have.

Meng Po laughed softly.

Zhang Chuanshi also laughed and said:
"Yizhen's meaning is that there is a mystery in what you said, sir. Does it mean that Yizhen is wrong?"

"..."

Zhao Fusheng couldn't help but lower his head and smiled, and simply said:
"It's true that evil spirits have no emotions or thoughts, but there are exceptions to everything." After saying that, she turned to look at Kuai Manzhou:

"For example, during the Kuailiang Village ghost case, we were trapped in the 'past' of the ghost village, and we had dealt with the dead before."

Real evil spirits will not have emotional exchanges with humans.

But memories trapped in the past can cause people to have cognitive illusions, mistakenly believing that they are still normal "people".

If you fail to clearly recognize this point, you will suffer a great loss once you are involved in a ghost case.

Her reminder made those people who were laughing and looking relaxed before feel a chill in their hearts.

Liu Yizhen restrained his smile and nodded:
“Yes, I do lack experience.”

Zhang Chuanshi was also a little scared:
"Yes, when the Kuailiang Village ghost case happened, no one thought at first that those villagers were ghosts—"

After saying that, he looked at Kuai Manyu somewhat guiltily, and only when he saw that the child didn't seem to care did he feel relieved.

"There is another situation," Zhao Fusheng paused for a moment and then said:

"In addition to being trapped in the memories of a ghost, it is also possible that we are trapped in a dream."

As soon as she finished speaking, Zhang Chuanshi and others' expressions changed slightly.

Zhao Fusheng said again:
"Don't forget that in the case we are facing this time, ghosts are best at killing people in dreams."

Liu Yizhen's eyes looked a little nervous.

Suppressing evil spirits and handling ghost cases and dealing with ghosts are two different things.

Although he has been living with ghosts for many years, his experience in dealing with ghosts is indeed shallow. Zhao Fusheng is a thoughtful and cautious person, and he acts much more thoughtfully than him.

Although the ghost has not actually appeared before his eyes this time when they were working together on the case, he has gained something based on what he has seen and heard so far.

"It's like a dream, like an illusion, like truth and like falsehood." Zhao Fusheng said:
"We need to discover and test for ourselves what is true and what is false."

Talking to the Luo Liu couple, asking them for food, observing their expressions, and touching their bodies were all part of the temptation.

So can asking them to help fetch water.

"When Lao Zhang and Man Zhou went out to fetch water, the well was dry. It depends on whether the couple can fetch water when they come back." Zhao Fusheng said.

When Meng Po heard this, her eyes were full of smiles. She paused tearing the meat and turned to look at Zhao Fusheng:
"Do you think they can fetch water?"

She was asking about Zhao Fusheng, but Zhang Chuanshi answered first:
"Then I guess I can't fight back."

Zhang Chuanshi shook his head:

"The well is dry."

Meng Po ignored him and just looked at Zhao Fusheng:
"What do you think, sir?"

Liu Yizhen was also curious about the answer to this question.

Even Kuai Manzhou, who seemed to be playing with straw seriously, raised his head and stared at Zhao Fusheng, waiting for her answer.

Facing everyone's gaze, Zhao Fusheng smiled slightly:
"I think they can get some water back."

Zhang Chuanshi was shocked:
"Why--"

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Fusheng's eyes had already fallen on the earthenware jar on the simple stove.

The outer edge of the pot was licked by the flames, and the porridge soup inside was already boiling, making a bubbling sound of "gurgling, gurgling".

"..." Zhang Chuanshi suddenly realized:

"The jar is wet."

When the few people entered the temple, the clay jar seemed to have just been cleaned. Considering the various things here, it is possible that someone had just stayed in this mud temple not long ago.

"But..." Zhang Chuansheng moved his lips, but finally said nothing.

Just based on these few short sentences of dialogue, it is enough to prove that Zhao Fusheng is meticulous, careful, and quick-witted.

"Your Excellency is truly wise." Zhang Chuanshi sighed.

He has said this many times.

But in the past, when people said this, they were mostly trying to flatter her and try to please her in order to gain advantage.

If we praise this again at this time, it will seem more or less sincere.

"There is another point you can remember." Zhao Fusheng smiled and accepted Zhang Chuanshi's praise calmly, while reminding everyone:

"Luo Liu and Sun Sanniang are peddlers in the mountains. The containers are their assets and their roots."

When Luo Liu pretended to be generous and asked her if she wanted food, he did so with a look of pain and false magnanimity. When she nodded and asked for it, he was obviously reluctant.

From this we can see that Luo Liu is not as generous and magnanimous as he appears to be - this is also human nature.

But when these two calculative people heard that she wanted to fetch water, they both dropped the container and went out at the same time, which was abnormal.

When you are out, you should not have the intention to harm others, but you must be on guard against others.

The peddler walked around the streets and dealt with people. He must have seen many greedy people. How could he let these two cabinets of things go without any care?

This is the biggest flaw.

Everyone's eyes fell on the container in the corner, and a look of understanding appeared on their faces.

After saying so much, Meng Po raised her hand:
"They've been out for a while, and there's no sound outside. I'll go check it out."

When Zhang Chuanshi and Kuai Manzhou were fetching water, the scene was amazing. They were sitting in the temple and could hear the "clang clang" sound.

The couple had been out for a while.

The well was not far from the temple, and there would always be noise whether it was the turning of the axle wheel or the use of buckets to draw water, but at this moment it was eerily quiet, as if there were no living people outside.

If Luo Liu and Sun Sanniang's boxes and cabinets had not been placed in the temple, everyone would have had the vague illusion that no one had ever been to this wild temple before.

After saying this, Meng Po put away the remaining piece of bacon in her hand and put it back into the bag.

Zhao Fusheng did not stop her.

She wiped her hands on her apron, then stood up and walked out. When she reached the door, she heard some noise outside.

The well shaft rotates with a clang.

As the wooden shaft rotates, the wooden barrel hanging on the rack moves down, hitting the wall of the well and making a slight sound.

The sound was exceptionally clear and especially distinct in the wilderness at night.

Then, the bucket fell into the water with a 'pop' and a splashing sound was heard.

"this--"

Zhang Chuanshi's expression changed immediately.

Everyone in the temple could hear it; it was the sound of a bucket falling into the water.

Zhang Chuanshi had clearly gone to see it himself before, and the bottom of the well had already dried up.

Others couldn't draw water, but this couple did.

There is something strange here! There is definitely something wrong with these two people! After a while, the bucket was filled with water. Sun Sanniang held the rope and said to Luo Liu:
"Luo Liu, please use more force. This bucket is broken and leaking a lot."

As he was talking, the water in the bucket flowed down into the well.

From the sound, it seemed that the bucket was quite rotten and the water was flowing out quite strongly, splashing back into the well and making a sound that could be heard far away.

After the bucket of water was drawn up, the two of them talked and laughed as they worked together to pour the water in the bucket into the bamboo tube.

Meng Po leaned against the door and looked at the two people by the well, smiling and said:
"Have you filled it up yet?"

"It's full. It's full."

Luo Liu responded hurriedly.

The two men held several bamboo tubes filled with water in their arms and walked over happily.

When they reappeared in the area covered by the lights, Zhao Fusheng and others saw that the lapels of the two men's clothes were already mostly wet.

Luo Liu looked a little excited, his eyes fell on the clay pot in the temple, his expression revealed greed:

"The bucket was rotten and leaked everywhere. I could only fill a small amount each time, which delayed our work."

He does not mean that.

He said it took several trips to fill up several bamboo tubes, but in fact no one in the temple heard any noise until Meng Po got up and said she was looking for someone.

This is another flaw.

At this point, the people in the Demon Suppression Division were already very alert.

Zhao Fusheng looked normal, as if he didn't notice anything strange about the two people. He smiled and said to Meng Po:

"Meng Po finds a pair of bowls and pours two bowls of meat porridge for the couple."

“Two bowls?!”

Sun Sanniang was a little surprised. She turned to look at her man in disbelief, and her eyes couldn't help revealing the ecstasy of having taken advantage of him.

Her behavior is really lively.

If Zhao Fusheng hadn't pointed it out, Liu Yizhen might have been deceived by her performance.

Zhao Fusheng smiled:

"I'm really sorry for eating your bread and asking you to help me fetch water, so I'll treat you to two bowls of porridge."

After saying that, she glanced at Kuai Manyu casually again, and then her eyes fell on the jar held in the little girl's arms.

The jar contained a decoction made by Meng Po herself - she made it after being marked by an evil spirit.

After Zhang Chuanshi drank the medicine, he immediately came back to life.

What would happen if a 'person' in the ghost realm drank this medicine?

In other words, if an evil ghost drinks Meng Po soup, will it mutate?

Zhao Fusheng was thinking about something, but his face remained expressionless. He said calmly:

"Manzhou, you also open this jar and pour a bowl of tea for each of these two people."

"..."

When Zhang Chuanshi heard this, his yellow and black face suddenly fell even more.

His body was already "dead", but when he heard Zhao Fusheng mention the medicine boiled by Meng Po, the memories before his death flooded into his mind, and that overwhelming feeling seemed to come back again.

Zhang Chuanshi showed a look of disgust.

"it is good."

The child nodded happily.

Meng Po brought two small bowls. Kuai Manzhou picked up the jar and poured two bowls of Meng Po's soup into the bowls.

A terrible smell spread, even covering the aroma of the boiling meat porridge in the pot.

The expressions of Luo Liu and his wife froze instantly.

"Come on, come on, you're welcome."

Zhao Fusheng swept away his previous alienation and coldness and smiled:

"Meng Po's cooking skills are unique. She used to sell soup at a stall in Wan'an County."

She praised Meng Po.

The couple hesitated for a while and nodded.

Meng Po handed over the meat porridge with a smile, and then Kuai Manzhou brought two bowls of ink-black medicine to the two of them.

"this--"

Luo Liu took the meat porridge, but was a little cautious and refused to drink it.

Zhao Fusheng smiled slightly, pretending not to notice his guard, and turned to Zhang Chuanshi and said:
"Lao Zhang, please prepare the meal. We have been traveling all the way and are hungry."

After she said that, Luo Liuwei breathed a sigh of relief, took the bowl of hot porridge in his hand and sat cross-legged on the ground.

"The guests are dressed in unusual clothes. They seem to be from wealthy families." Luo Liu's eyes gleamed, and he pretended to chat and inquired about Zhao Fusheng's background:

"I wonder where you are from in the city. I used to travel around the city with my master in my early years. Maybe I recognize someone from your family."

"Master?" Zhao Fusheng asked instead of answering:

"Did you learn another skill?"

There are 360 ​​professions in the world, and each one requires a leader.

It is not uncommon for masters in all walks of life to have apprentices, but Zhao Fusheng thought that Luo Liu did not seem to be a mere trader of mountain products.

He had a sweat towel wrapped around his head and a striking flower in his hair, which, combined with his dwarf-like stature, made him look like he was trying to attract attention.

"This lady has a sharp eye."

When Luo Liu heard this, he held the bowl in one hand and slapped his thigh hard with the other hand:

"To be honest with you, I didn't sell goods in my early years. I was sold to a theatre troupe and helped run errands—"

"What a coincidence..." Zhao Fusheng was halfway through her words when Zhang Chuanshi had already scooped out a bowl of porridge and handed it to her first:

"My Lord, eat."

She took it, blew it gently, and then took a small sip into her mouth.

Luo Liu seemed to be chatting with her, but only after seeing her drinking the porridge did he heave a sigh of relief and also took a big mouthful of porridge.

'hiss--'

He took a deep breath, then opened his mouth and exhaled:

"Hot, hot, hot."

After some people drank the porridge first, Sun Sanniang couldn't help it either. She held the bowl in her hand and shook it constantly, and drank while blowing on it.

"It smells so good. It smells so good."

Although the freshly cooked porridge was hot, Luo Liu and his wife lived in poverty as they traveled around the mountains selling goods. They ate dry and hard coarse-grain cakes, and could not even stand the smell of meat all year round.

Drinking the bacon porridge at this time made me feel indescribably satisfied.

Zhao Fusheng lowered his eyelids to hide the look in his eyes, and said with a smile:
"Meng Po's cooking skills are indeed unique. She used to sell soup at a stall outside the Confucius Temple in the south of the city. Try the soup she made. It is the most nourishing."

A bowl of porridge broke the defenses of Luo Liu and Sun Sanniang.

"Confucius Temple in the south of the city? I've been there, too—" When Luo Liu heard 'Confucius Temple in the south of the city', his eyes lit up and he stared at Meng Po:
"It seems that this old man looks familiar."

His guard was reduced a lot, and when he looked at the bowl of dark and strange soup that Kuai Manzhou was holding, he was not as alert as before.

Cannibals are soft and short.

The couple took the porridge from Zhao Fusheng, and when they heard her strongly recommend the soup, they both took it.

"Drink, drink." Zhang Chuanshi was immediately excited when he saw this scene:

"I drank this medicine on the way. Look at my face. I felt so energetic after drinking it."

"Ah, yes, yes!" Luo Liu nodded.

Zhang Chuanshi was afraid that the world would not be in chaos, and was deeply afraid that the couple would not be willing to drink Meng Po soup. He had suffered enough from this soup, so there was no reason not to let others taste the bitterness as well.

He stood up with ill intentions and stood beside Luo Liu and Sun Sanniang. He held up the bottom of their bowls with both hands and pushed the bowls to their mouths.

"Try it——"

"Yes, yes, yes," Luo Liu stretched out his hand to push the bowl of medicine away, but Zhang Chuanshi had already pushed the bowl to the side of their mouths.

He originally just wanted to be polite by touching his lips with the medicine, but when the medicine reached his lips, Zhang Chuanshi, who was holding the bowl, had already tilted it.

'Gulp, gulp.'

The horrible Meng Po soup was poured into the couple's mouths and they swallowed it.

Zhang Chuanshi stood between the two of them, looking down at the empty medicine bowl with a smug look on his face.

He was just waiting for the two to cry out "bitter", but unexpectedly, as soon as the medicine entered the couple's stomachs, a large amount of blood suddenly gushed out of their bodies as if they had drunk half a bowl of red-hot iron juice.

As the blood gushed out, Luo Liu, who had been swallowing soup before, began to melt rapidly like a candle under the flames.

"Good - good soup - good -"

Luo Liu was still smiling and praising, but he soon became speechless.

His cheeks began to glow with oil, and then his skin melted and liquefied at an extremely fast speed, turning into a horrible blood-red, thick liquid that slid down.

His eyelids stretched and fell down, covering half of his lower eyelid. At the same time, his nose and lips also slid down, and his facial features shifted in an instant, which, coupled with his weird smile, made him look particularly terrifying.

Sun Sanniang's situation was similar.

Her face was like muddy water, and could no longer maintain its previous appearance. In an instant, her head shrank a lot, and her neck also became thinner. Finally, she could not bear it anymore and broke with a "snap".

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