I become a god in another world

Chapter 303 Scenario Reset
Chapter 303
Sun Sanniang's head rolled down like melted wax. The moment it hit the ground, the splashing juice fell on Zhang Chuanshi's feet.

His malicious smile froze on his face.

After a while, a look of fear crept onto his face, but he still remembered to take a pair of bowls in his hands and continue the action of feeding medicine to Sun and Luo.

'Drip, drip, drip.'

The sound of liquid melting reached Zhang Chuanshi's ears.

Luo Liu, who was still extremely lively and talking to him a moment ago, soon became unable to sit still and collapsed, leaning on his legs.

Zhang Chuanshi could feel the fat from Luo Liu's melted body staining his pants, which was wet and a little cool.

"Big, big—"

He was so frightened that he couldn't even speak clearly. He just looked at Zhao Fusheng blankly and shouted twice.

Fortunately, Luo Liu didn't hold on for long.

His body tilted, and his neck, which had melted to the thickness of his wrist, could no longer support his big head and broke and fell to the ground with a "click".

The bodies of the couple melted rapidly, and turned into blood in an instant in front of everyone in the Demon Suppression Division. Finally, they evaporated into blood mist and disappeared without a trace.

Where the two disappeared, only two strange brown-red marks were left.

Zhang Chuanshi was stunned for a long time, and finally let out a scream.

"grown ups--"

He jumped up and hurriedly jumped back to the crowd holding the bowl:
"This this--"

This was simply the most horrific thing he had ever seen in his life.

Although he had handled ghost cases and seen ghosts after joining the Demon Suppression Division, and was even caught and drowned by villagers from the ghost village in the Kuailiang Village case - but none of the fears he had given Zhang Chuanshi was as severe as the one he had tonight.

He put the bowl down and shook his legs desperately, trying to shake off the marks on his legs.

The corpse fluid of Mr. and Mrs. Sun and Luo had dried up, but the marks left on his legs had not disappeared. And witnessing a "living" person melting in front of him was too much of a shadow.

Zhang Chuanshi now regretted that he should not have taken the initiative to take the job.

"Don't panic."

Zhao Fusheng was also surprised when she saw the situation of Luo Liu and Sun Sanniang, but she soon realized one thing:
"There is something strange indeed."

After she finished speaking, she looked at Tang Guanzi who was in Kuai Manzhou's arms:

"If a living person drinks this soup, he will turn into a ghost. It seems that ghosts will die after drinking this soup."

Liu Yizhen was terrified and moved his butt involuntarily away from Meng Po when he heard that.

Zhang Chuanshi, who was still howling like a ghost, also showed fear and glanced at Meng Po: This old woman is so scary that even ghosts can't escape her torture.

But he only dared to think such words in his heart and did not dare to say them out loud.

"..."

Meng Po was a little embarrassed, so she had to defend herself:

"I don't know what happened. I made it according to the recipe my mother gave me. My daughter loved it at that time—"

She was puzzled:
"Isn't it just that there is less sugar? There are also a few missing herbs. The difference shouldn't be so big. How come people die after eating it, and ghosts also die after eating it——"

After Zhao Fusheng changed the subject and talked about business, the shock that the death of Luo Liu and Sun Sanniang brought to the two newcomers of the Demon Suppression Division was quickly suppressed.

Zhang Chuanshi also felt that the fear in his heart had subsided a little.

He shook his trouser legs and asked Zhao Fusheng:
"Sir, are those two ghosts?"

"Hard to say."

Zhao Fusheng shook his head.

"What does it mean to be hard to say?" Zhang Chuanshi turned to ask Liu Yizhen, who also showed a distressed look:

"I do not know either."

He had tried his best to figure out Zhao Fusheng's thoughts and tried hard to follow her train of thought, but at this moment he had no clue and could not guess what was in her mind at all.

Liu Yizhen simply stopped wasting his brainpower on random thoughts and asked directly:

"Fusheng, didn't you say that ghosts would die if they drank Mengpo's soup? Sun Sanniang and Luo Liu died after drinking the soup, so aren't they ghosts?"

"It seems to us that these two people might be ghosts--" Zhao Fusheng replied.

As soon as she finished speaking, not only Liu Yizhen and Zhang Chuanshi were confused, even Meng Po was puzzled:

"I don't understand what you are saying, sir."

Zhao Fusheng explained:

"Some people died, but they didn't necessarily know they were dead." After saying that, she felt that her words were like a riddle, so she simply added:
"Under certain circumstances, perhaps Luo Liu and Sun Sanniang thought they were still alive."

Zhang Chuanshi now vaguely understood what was said.

He had experienced the Kuailiang Village ghost case and roughly understood what Zhao Fusheng meant.

"My Lord, what should we do next?"

He always felt that this wild temple seemed increasingly strange and lonely, and an inexplicable feeling of oppression came over him.

The dim firelight, the black and red dirt on the ground, the headless clay statue, and the well that was sometimes dry and sometimes full of water...

Thinking of this, he was even more horrified and said:

"Let's get out of here."

"I can't live without it."

Zhao Fusheng shook his head and said:
"I suspect the well has run dry again by now."

Her words shocked the other people in the Demon Suppression Division.

Meng Po volunteered:

"Lao Zhang and I will go see if there is any water in the well."

When Zhang Chuanshi heard this, he hesitated and was somewhat reluctant.

But his thin arms could not twist Meng Po's thick thighs. Even ghosts could not stand the soup cooked by the old woman. Although he looked unwilling, he was still forcibly called away by Meng Po.

Soon, the sound of a wooden shaft rolling was heard from outside, and the bucket hanging on the wooden frame at the wellhead fell to the ground with a clang, and the bottom of the well was indeed dry again.

"..."

When Liu Yizhen heard the sound, he knew that Zhao Fusheng had guessed right.

He stared at Zhao Fusheng with wide eyes, and felt convinced by her judgment.

"grown ups."

Zhang Chuanshi and Meng Po came back soon, their faces were different. Zhang Chuanshi couldn't tell whether he was more excited or more afraid. He looked at Zhao Fusheng and said:

"The well is dry."

After saying this, his eyes fell on several bamboo tubes placed on the ground - these were things left behind by Luo Liu and his wife.

The two ghosts were dissolved by Meng Po soup, but strangely, the relics left by the couple did not disappear.

The containers and bamboo tubes are still there.

The bamboo tube was filled to the brim with the well water that the couple had just drawn.

"If my prediction is correct, I feel that there will be more people coming to the temple later."

Zhao Fusheng spoke again. Zhang Chuanshi was shocked and had a bad feeling, thinking that what Zhao Fusheng said would come true again soon.

Just as I was daydreaming, I heard the sound of "dong dong dong" drums coming from the strange green fog outside.

As soon as the drumbeats sounded, except for Zhao Fusheng and Kuai Manzhou, Zhang Chuanshi and two newcomers from the Demon Suppression Bureau who were participating in a ghost case for the first time all turned pale.

A man's loud voice sounded:

"It smells so good, so good—"

This familiar shout evoked everyone's memories.

Meng Po's eyes fell on the two strange brown-red marks on the ground, and she widened her eyes and said in disbelief:
"Luo Liu?"

The Luo Liu couple, who had died in front of everyone, are back!
Zhao Fusheng finally sighed when he heard this:

"It looks like we are trapped here."

"There is light, there is light, Luo Liu, look, there is light in the godfather's temple." Sun Sanniang's sharp voice was filled with excitement.

These two lines of dialogue are both familiar and indescribably weird.

The dead evil spirit was resurrected again, as if time had gone backwards and the same scene happened again.

Zhang Chuanshi trembled:
"These two ghosts are too difficult to kill." He looked at the soup pot in Kuai Manzhou's hand:
"Man Zhou, is this soup enough?" After saying that, he looked at Zhao Fusheng:

"As soon as these two ghosts come in, we'll feed them soup and send them away immediately."

"I'm afraid it won't do much."

Zhao Fusheng shook his head. "The key to the problem is not Luo Liu and Sun Sanniang, but that we are trapped in a ghost dream."

"Ghost dream?" Liu Yizhen's expression changed slightly:

"You mean we are in a dream now?"

Zhao Fusheng nodded:
"The evil spirit involved in the Liutu Village case is good at killing people in dreams. When we set out at noon, we thought that among the few of us, only Lao Zhang, Meng Po and I were marked by the evil spirit."

But in reality, once you are involved in a ghost case, even if you are not marked by the ghost at first, once you become related to the marked person, you will be pulled into the ghost dream.

Once you enter a ghost dream, it is equivalent to entering the ghost realm. You cannot escape from the dream and you are very likely to be haunted to death by evil spirits in the dream.

"It seems that we are all marked by ghosts now." The situation is a bit tricky, "but it also verifies that some of our actions are correct. At least in the beheading ghost case, the source of the ghost disaster is indeed in Shilipo." Zhao Fusheng said.

Her words made everyone feel a little uneasy, but when Liu Yizhen saw that she looked confident and did not seem afraid, he calmed down a little.

“But I don’t feel like I’m dreaming at all.”

Meng Po said with some doubt:

"If this is a dream, why are we together?"

Liu Yizhen understood this point:

"After all, it's not a true dream, but a mark by a ghost, and then I was forcibly pulled into a dream."

The ghost has become a powerful force, so it can pull so many people, including two ghost controllers, into the dream without anyone noticing.

Zhang Chuanshi had already accepted the reality and asked:
"Sir, if this is just a ghost dream, then are the people in Shilipu dead?"

"It's hard to say."

Zhao Fusheng shook his head.

"It's hard to say this or that—"

Zhang Chuanshi complained in a low voice.

While everyone was talking, the two people in the strange green fog outside were already approaching the wild temple in the mountains.

The fire in the temple shone out from the open temple door, illuminating the ground in front of the door, and the previously dead Luo Liu and Sun Liuniang appeared in front of everyone.

But what was different from before was that these two men came empty-handed.

The burden that the first Luo Liu carried on his shoulders disappeared!

It seemed that after his first death, his container was left in the wild temple, and when the second "Luo Liu" appeared again, he was not carrying the load.

Apart from this, all the dialogues and situations are the same as before.

When the two men saw the fire in the temple and the five people sitting around the fire, their expressions were somewhat hesitant.

A huge black coffin was placed behind Liu Yizhen, and a look of fear appeared on Luo Liu's face.

He was also a little scared when he saw the coffin for the first time, but no one thought much about it at that time. They just thought that ordinary people would be afraid of seeing a coffin in the wilderness in the middle of the night.

After knowing the inside story, seeing that Luo Liu was afraid of the coffin, the people in the Demon Suppression Division guessed that he was afraid of the headless ghost in the coffin.

The law of the headless ghost is born to overcome ghosts and has a deterrent effect on ghosts.

"I wonder which group of people these friends are from?" The same thing happened again.

Sun Sanniang pinched Luo Liu, and he gritted his teeth and said:
"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?"

The same scene and the same conversation happened again.

Zhang Chuanshi squeezed in next to Liu Yizhen, hugged his legs with his hands, shrunk his head, and almost buried it in his knees.

"Meeting is fate. This temple is not ours. Just come in and sit down." Zhao Fusheng calmed himself and took the lead in greeting.

She deliberately changed her previous attitude and did not follow the first conversation.

The two were a little surprised when they heard this, exchanged glances, hesitated for a moment, and then walked into the wild temple hand in hand.

As soon as they came in, they brought the night chill with them. After entering the house, they shivered and stomped their cold feet hard.

"It's really cold today."

Sun Sanniang sighed.

This sentence is also different from the previous ones, and it seems that the previous situation has been broken.

Zhao Fusheng thought in his heart, but said:
"Yes, this winter is really cold." After saying that, he smiled at Sun Sanniang and said:
"Why don't you two sit over here and warm yourself by the fire?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Sun Sanniang's eyes suddenly lit up.

Their eyes fell on the burning fire. The flames were burning brightly, emitting a warm breath.

An earthenware jar was placed on top of three large stones. There was porridge in the jar, and it seemed that meat was put in it. It was already cooked by now, bubbling with a "gurgling" sound and emitting bursts of fragrance. The two of them were so greedy that their mouths were almost watering.

After the scene was reenacted, the second couple who walked in, Mr. and Mrs. Luo Liu, did not choose the cabinet again, so they naturally lost the cakes in the cabinet.

The short Luo Liu's stomach growled with hunger. He twirled the rattle in his hand and his eyes darted around. When they looked at the boiling porridge in the pot, he started swallowing.

Sun Sanniang's gaze stayed on the meat porridge for a moment, and then fell on Zhao Fusheng and Kuai Manyue. She looked at them for a long while, with satisfaction in her eyes.

This time Zhao Fusheng did not yell at her, but waved to the two of them:
"Come and sit down, it's freezing cold."

Sun Sanniang lowered her head and glanced at Luo Liu. The two exchanged glances and then nodded:
"That couldn't be better."

Having said that, he walked towards the fire.

Zhang Chuanshi was a little nervous and his body was shaking. Liu Yizhen pulled him, which was a disguised reminder for him to stay calm.

He calmed himself down, stood up, moved to another position, and sat next to Meng Po.

"Where are you from?" After Luo Liu and Sun Sanniang sat down, they first stretched out their hands over the campfire, warmed their hands with the heat from the fire for a while, and then rubbed their palms to eliminate the burning pain.

Zhao Fusheng glanced at him and said:

"We are from Wan'an County. An elder in our family passed away, so we were preparing to carry the coffin back to our hometown. It was already late when we passed through Shili Slope. Fortunately, we came across this wild temple, so we came in to rest for a night and prepare to continue our journey tomorrow."