I become a god in another world

Chapter 306 Telling the story
Chapter 306
"To be honest with you, my senior sister and I are from the same village, and I was born like this..." Luo Liu paused here, shook his absurdly large head, and stretched out a pair of short arms.

His shoulders were narrow, which made his head look even bigger.

Luo Liu's hands were as big as a child's, but his palms were covered with calluses, which showed that he did not live a good life.

His legs were also short and bowed, and when he sat on the ground, his feet were together, looking weird and ugly.

"I have no strength in my hands, and I can't carry anything on my shoulders or hands, so when I was young, my parents sold me to a circus troupe. I followed them to learn the art and only returned home once every few years."

Luo Liu said:

"Our village harvests dragon blood incense, but it is uncertain whether we can harvest the dragon tree every year."

Zhao Fusheng had not expected that in this dilapidated temple in the mountains, the two "idlers" passing by were villagers from the spice-collecting village. He was speechless for a moment.

But she soon realized that things were not that simple.

Everyone was in a ghost dream.

Whether the Demon Suppression Division came to this wild temple in the mountains or met pedestrians on the road, it was all predetermined - in layman's terms, all of this was the instinctive action of the evil spirits in the dream.

As soon as they step into the territory of Shilipu and are dragged into a dream by an evil spirit, they will definitely experience this.

Zhao Fusheng used this reverse reasoning to guess that the mountain temple, Luo Liu and Sun Sanniang must have had some connection with the evil ghost in his dream when he was alive.

As soon as this thought came into her mind, she suddenly brightened up and felt that this matter was becoming interesting.

Whether it is Luo Liu or Sun Sanniang, they are all related to the dragon blood incense. The life of the evil ghost in the dream may also be related to the dragon blood incense.

This discovery greatly narrowed the scope of the investigation into the identity of the evil spirit.

Zhao Fusheng originally felt like he had no idea where to start with this ghost case, but now that he had found a clue, his tense nerves relaxed a lot.

"Sanniang just said that this one has to be snatched alive."

So much for the Dracaena.

When God is kind, the harvest is better and everyone gets more money.

If God is blind and not much dragon blood flows out when the trees are cut that year, everyone will make less money.

In addition to relying on weather for the harvest, one also has to guard against looting from neighboring villages.

This thing is worth ten thousand taels of silver, and money can make people excited.

"Alas." Luo Liu sighed:
"Before this thing, it wasn't like this. Our village—"

He paused for a moment when he said this.

The firewood was burning with a crackling sound, and the seven people in the headless clay temple fell into silence. No one spoke for a long time.

Zhao Fusheng was silent for a moment, which made Luo Liu stare at the fire in a daze for a long time. Then he took the lead in breaking the silence and asked:
"How many people from several villages are fighting for this dragon blood tree?"

In fact, she had already revealed her flaw when she asked this question.

Zhao Fusheng had mentioned before that his family was a spice merchant, and he had also gone to Shilipo to deal with the villagers who cut incense.

But her words at this moment seemed as if she was not clear about the situation of Dragon Blood Incense, which was suspicious.

But Sun Sanniang's mentality had already collapsed, and Luo Liu was also troubled by memories, so they didn't even notice her flaw.

Zhao Fusheng had no intention of hiding it.

She planned to cut the Gordian knot and find out the whole story, then kill the two men to see if she could find a way to leave the dream and return to reality.

"Hmm?" Luo Liu was awakened from his memories by her words. He first raised his head in confusion, then belatedly realized what she was asking and quickly said:
"Oh, originally there were several villages—"

He sighed:
"In the past, the country folk didn't know about this thing. They only knew that the tree was strange, but never thought it was a spice." Luo Liu said:

"When I was a child, the elders in my family thought the Shenlong tree was evil. They said that if the bark was broken, blood would flow out. It might be a mountain spirit. My elders warned us not to play in the back mountain."

Zhao Fusheng heard some information from his words and asked:

"Is the place where the Dragon Tree is located close to your village?"

"Close." Luo Liu nodded:
"It's in the mountains behind our village. There are three other villages just as close." After saying this, he seemed to be afraid that Zhao Fusheng didn't understand, so he simply picked up a burning wooden pole from the simple stove, and extinguished the flames by smashing, hitting, and blowing. He then used the stick to draw a rough shape on the ground:
"Please take a look, my dear guest. This is probably what it looks like."

The shapes he drew were odd, but one could roughly see that several villages were scattered around the mountains and forests, surrounding the woodland in the middle.

"Our village is here." He pointed to a left corner closest to the woodland and drew a circle around it:

"This is our village, the Coffin Village—"

"Coffin Village?" Liu Yizhen couldn't help but look puzzled when he heard this.

Luo Liu and Sun Sanniang spoke half truths and half lies, but there was one thing they could not deceive anyone - they were extremely superstitious about coffins.

The dream was reset twice. When he entered the mountain temple and saw the coffin, he said an auspicious word each time.

The village is actually called "Coffin Village", which is really unlucky.

Luo Liu smiled bitterly:
"It wasn't originally called this name, I just called it because it was more convenient."

He said this with a sincere expression, not pretending:
"Our village was originally called Niulan Village."

The topic was going off topic, so Zhao Fusheng got back to the point without leaving any trace:
"You just said that in the early years, your village didn't know the magical effects of the Dragon Tree?"

"Yes." Luo Liu nodded.

This is no secret, he said:
"In the early years, we were actually quite close to the wild boar village next door," he moved one of his short legs and stretched out a pitifully small foot.

He was wearing a pair of ragged black cloth shoes, the area in front of the big toe was worn out, revealing the dark toes.

In full view of the public, he was surrounded by a group of well-dressed city guests.

Luo Liu didn't know why, but he suddenly felt ashamed and stretched out his two toes to clamp the hole in the shoe tightly.

He wanted to point with his other foot, but the shoes on both feet were very worn. His tanned face showed embarrassment, and he quickly retracted his foot and pointed to a circle of land on the right side of the forest drawn on the ground and said:

"It's here. We live close to each other and visit each other often. In the early years, we even formed a marriage relationship and were very close."

Zhao Fusheng nodded:
"That is to say, you are still somewhat related to each other."

"Yes." Luo Liu said with some regret:
"My mother was actually a cousin of the eldest daughter-in-law of the Wang family in Shanzhu Village. When nothing happened between the two families, they often visited each other."

Zhao Fusheng glanced at his age:
“The fight for spices has been going on for the last few years.”

Luo Liudao:
"It's been about ten years."

He sighed:
"I left home early. I was sold when I was seven or eight years old. When I was sold, the village was fine. But when I returned in my teens, things were not right anymore."

While he was speaking, Sun Sanniang had adjusted her mindset and stopped crying.

She sat with her legs bent and her chin resting on her knees, staring into the fire.

Hearing Luo Liu's words, she added: "Sixteen years ago, when I first married to Niulan Village, the village had just started harvesting spices."

"How did you discover this spice?" Zhao Fusheng asked with interest.

Sun Sanniang's eyes were red and she looked haggard, but amidst her haggardness, there was a hint of viciousness:
"Isn't he the one who deserves to be killed and beheaded!" She gritted her teeth, as if she hated the person who first discovered the spice.

Zhao Fusheng sorted out the clues he knew.

Niulan Village, Yezhu Village and other places accidentally discovered that the juice that flows out of the Shenlong tree after being cut can be used to make incense. This kind of incense can be sold at a high price, and after mining, the corresponding villagers in the village can get a considerable amount of money.

Judging from what Sun Sanniang said before, her husband's family had a total of 56 people, and at most they could earn taels of silver a year by collecting spices.

There is still some money left after paying various taxes.

Even though she has parents-in-law and brother and sister-in-law to take care of, as long as they have enough money, life at home should not be too tight.

Her eyes fell on Sun Sanniang and she looked at the woman carefully.

When I first met her, this woman's eyes were evasive, and she looked at Zhao Fusheng and Kuai Manyue shrewdly, giving people a very bad feeling.

At this time, Zhao Fusheng looked at her carefully again.

Although it was obvious that the woman was old, she had thick hair with few white hairs, and her skin was fair. She also applied cheap makeup.

She was wearing a thick dress with floral patterns. Unlike Luo Liu's shabby and worn-out clothes, she was quite neatly dressed.

From the perspective of the villagers' aesthetic standards, apart from her age, her fair skin, neatness and cleanliness make her a relatively outstanding woman based on these three points alone.

"..."Sun Sanniang became angry when she was looked at.

She felt as if she was stung by ants all over her body and looked at Zhao Fusheng fiercely:
"What do you think I'm doing?"

"Look at you--" Zhao Fusheng replied.

But her words seemed to have touched the pain in Sun Sanniang's heart. This middle-aged and pretty woman suddenly started cursing:
"Look at you, you idiot, get out of here—"

She suddenly got angry. Seeing this, Luo Liuyi quickly held her down again and kept shouting:
"Third Lady, Third Lady——"

After being scolded, Zhao Fusheng's expression remained unchanged.

Judging from Sun Sanniang's behavior, she had already guessed something.

Luo Liu stood up.

His height only reached the shoulders of Sun Sanniang who was sitting on the ground, and he tried to hug Sun Sanniang in his arms.

But he was short and had short arms, so it was quite difficult for him to hold the ball.

Sun Sanniang was embraced by him, as if she had found a life-saving duckweed. She held his thin arms tightly with both hands and trembled non-stop.

After a while, she calmed down, and Luo Liu looked at Zhao Fusheng apologetically:
"I'm sorry——"

"It's okay." Zhao Fusheng shook his head and didn't take Sun Sanniang's strange behavior to heart.

Her reaction surprised Luo Liu a little.

Zhao Fusheng and his group were dressed respectably, and she behaved like a naive yet courageous young lady from a wealthy family. Such a person is spoiled and the most respectable, but she was just scolded by Sun Sanniang because of a word.

If she were a more timid girl, she would have covered her face and cried, but she acted as if nothing had happened.

Luo Liu was vaguely wary.

"Who discovered the spices?" Zhao Fusheng didn't care what the two people thought.

She had already found the clue about the evil spirit in her dream, so there was no need for her to go around in circles with these two people.

Anyway, the worst that can happen is that I kill these two people and get trapped in the dream again, and then restore all the scenes.

"Yes——" Luo Liu was already on guard and did not speak as straightforwardly as before.

After he said one word, he suddenly changed the subject:
"By the way, sir, your family used to be in the spice business. Why don't you come to our village later? Maybe we can discuss the future business of buying and selling spices."

Zhao Fusheng smiled and nodded:

"can."

She promised too readily, which aroused Luo Liu's suspicion.

But a greedy thought flashed through his mind, and he thought to himself: As long as I can bring the people back to the village, even if Liu Yizhen looks strong and powerful among this group of people, the villagers have many people and are not afraid of not being able to deal with this group of people.

Thinking of this, Luo Liu suppressed the distracting thoughts in his mind.

He was determined to kidnap these people, so he deliberately said something to attract their attention.

Seeing Zhao Fusheng asking about the spices again, he was no longer stingy with words and said, "Actually, it's Qiao Yuesheng, a man from our village."

"Qiao Yuesheng?" Zhao Fusheng murmured the name again.

"Puff", sparks in the fire suddenly exploded, the flames dimmed for a moment, the temple was dark for a moment, and then lit up again.

"He is about the same age as me. We grew up together when we were young, but he is a generation older than me. In terms of seniority, I should call him my cousin."

Luo Liu briefly talked about the relationship between Qiao Yuesheng and him, and finally said:

"This person is quite clever," he said, curling his lips:
"His father is also a fool. He likes to drink and brag. When he is drunk, he talks nonsense and brags, saying that his son will be a pillar of society in the future."

"Tsk." Luo Liu sneered:
"Who in the village doesn't follow their parents to fetch water, chop wood, and work in the fields when they get old? His family is the only one. His father used money to send Qiao Yuesheng to school. He studied until he was fourteen or fifteen years old. Other boys of the same age helped their families farm and were already laborers, but that boy still didn't know the difference between grains and was lazy."

He seemed to look down on Qiao Yuesheng very much, and his words were full of contempt for him.

When Zhao Fusheng first saw the strange fire, he was a little wary, thinking that the name "Qiao Yuesheng" symbolized some kind of taboo, and that something strange might happen when these three words were mentioned.

When it comes to ghost cases, although you need to act with caution and care, you can't be too cautious.

If you don't make mistakes and don't provoke the evil spirits, you will never be able to figure out the true laws of evil spirits, and naturally you will not be able to find a way to survive, and you can only passively wait for death.

For this reason, although she realized that when Luo Liu mentioned the three words "Qiao Yuesheng", the fire light appeared strange, she did not stop him.

But Luo Liu said it many times and complained for a long time, but no strange phenomenon happened, as if the strange phenomenon of the fire before was just a coincidence.

A trace of regret flashed through Zhao Fusheng's heart.

But she quickly suppressed this emotion and asked:

"He discovered the wonderful use of making dragon blood incense?"

Luo Liu rolled his eyes strangely:

"It's just a coincidence."

"This guy is neither good at studying nor good at doing anything else. He just thinks about messing around all day long."