I become a god in another world

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Chapter 308
"With such a killing spree, Niulan Village is only in name only," said Zhao Fusheng.

Luo Liu was stunned when he heard this.

His emotions were in turmoil for a moment, and he even forgot that he was still hanging upside down in the air. He sneered:
"Who says it's not true? Many of the original villagers have lost their families, so they asked outsiders for help."

In anger, he lost control of his emotions, and his short hands waved wildly in the air:
"Dead, all dead."

He cried:

"My grandfather died, my father died, and my two younger brothers died too. My mother and her family cried until they went blind."

Luo Liudao:
"What do you mean by coffin village? Actually, none of them are correct. People outside used to call our Niulan Village the Widow Village."

The Dragon Blood Incense of Shilipu is well-known, and everyone knows about the two villages competing for the spice. But if you mention "Niulan Village" and "Wild Boar Village", no one knows about them. But if you mention Coffin Village and Widow Village together, everyone will know.

Luo Liu yelled at the top of his lungs, then burst into tears again:
"Sanniang's husband is also dead. She has a miserable life—"

Having said this, Luo Liu's sanity, which had been crumbling, seemed to suddenly wake up and he immediately stopped talking.

……

After hearing this, everyone in the Demon Suppression Division finally understood the cause and effect of the feud between the two villages.

But Zhao Fusheng did not forget the key person mentioned by Luo Liu.

She always felt that Qiao Yuesheng was unusual and was most likely related to this ghost case.

"After the fight started, where was Qiao Yuesheng?" she asked Luo Liu:
"Besides, my initial question was about this wild temple. When you talked about the origin of this wild temple, you mentioned the source of the dragon blood incense, and also talked about the war between the two villages—"

Zhao Fusheng paused for a moment when he said this:

“Could this temple be related to your village?”

As she asked the question, Zhang Chuanshi watched her eagerly, turning the wooden spoon in his hand, and hot steam rising with the aroma of meat.

Luo Liu swallowed his saliva.

This meat porridge was so delicious and scary. He felt greedy, but his throat ached when he thought of Zhao Fusheng's threat.

Hearing Zhao Fusheng's question, he cleared his throat and said:
"Your Excellency's question is correct. This wild temple was built by Qiao Yuesheng at his own expense."

It really has something to do with him!

Zhao Fusheng investigated this headless ghost case and finally got some clues.

“After the Dragon Blood Incense came out, many merchants from the county came here. There were many people coming and going, and there were more vendors.”

The people in the village benefited from this to some extent. In addition to collecting dragon blood in June and July, some villagers were smart and started some small businesses at other times.

Once trade begins, Shilipu becomes more popular than before.

The climate and weather here are abnormal, and many people encounter rain and fog halfway through their journey.

The Qiao family was the first to beneficiary of dragon blood harvesting, and their harvest was greater than that of other villagers.

While the villagers were fighting and bleeding for resources, the Qiao family had already lived a relatively affluent life by relying on their first sale of spices.

Qiao Yuesheng has been studying since he was young, so he is sensible, able to distinguish right from wrong, good from evil, and has a sense of shame. After his family became wealthy, he even became more compassionate and would sympathize with other villagers.

"Some of the miasma in the mountains are poisonous, and there are many snakes, insects, rats and ants in the mountains. If you are knocked unconscious by the miasma in the mountains and forests, it would be great to have a place to stay and rest for a while." Qiao Yuesheng paid someone to build such a thatched hut for people to temporarily live in.

Luo Liudao:
"It wasn't a temple in the beginning, but later someone, grateful for his kindness, made a clay statue for him and placed it on this platform."

When he said this, he turned his head to look at the severed clay statue and his expression was stunned for a moment.

Luo Liu's tone showed his extreme dissatisfaction with Qiao Yuesheng and resentment towards him. Zhao Fusheng originally thought that he hated Qiao Yuesheng, but seeing his expression at this moment, it didn't seem like he hated her at all.

She silently kept this discovery in mind.

"Why is the head of this clay statue cut off?" Zhao Fusheng asked again.

Luo Liu held his head up for a long time, perhaps because he was tired, he lowered it, and gave up on himself, letting the blood flow to his head, and said coldly:

"It's broken, so it's broken. It's just clay after all, so it's normal for it to break."

"How did Qiao Yuesheng die?" Zhao Fusheng asked.

"he--"

As soon as Luo Liu said a word, Sun Sanniang quickly interrupted:

"He is not dead. He escaped."

Luo Liu pursed his lips and said nothing, which was considered as his agreement with Sun Sanniang's statement.

But Zhao Fusheng sensed some different emotions from the attitudes of these two people.

At this point in the interrogation, Zhao Fusheng was more than 60% sure of his guess that Qiao Yuesheng was the evil spirit that killed people in his dream.

Since the evil ghost has been resurrected, it proves that the person is dead.

Moreover, the actions of ghosts are related to everything that happened in their lifetime.

If an evil ghost kills or beheads people in a dream, it is most likely because the ghost was beheaded to death before it was revived.

Luo Liu and Sun Sanniang are keeping his death a secret. What are they trying to cover up?
She paused, pretending not to understand the hidden meaning of the two people's words, and asked again:

"He escaped?"

Liu Yizhen coughed lightly and winked at her.

Zhao Fusheng gave him a look in return, suggesting that he should be patient.

Luo Liu hung there for a long time, gradually unable to bear it anymore, and begged for mercy:

"Heroes and good men, please put me down. You can kill me or chop me up as you like. Just put me down and talk."

Zhao Fusheng rejected him coldly:

"Just answer my question first."

"He escaped." Luo Liu had been hung for too long and his body gradually couldn't take it anymore, so he answered even faster than before.

"Why?" Zhao Fusheng was a little surprised to hear this.

Luo Liu said:

"Guest, have you not seen the current state of Shilipu?"

Today, the ground of Shilipu has turned black, all vegetation has disappeared, and the mountain forest has become a dead place.

Zhao Fusheng raised his eyebrows:
"Did I ask you to question me?"

Her tone was so strong that Luo Liu was choked and dared not speak for a long time.

Those who know the current affairs are handsome.

Now that Sun and Luo fell into the hands of the Demon Suppression Division, they were naturally at the mercy of the others.

Luo Liu swallowed his anger and quickly agreed with a smile:
"I said the wrong thing." Then he said:

"The village has been fighting fiercely over the years, fighting every year, and too many people have died. How can we withstand such torment?" He was hanging in the air, like a giant spider hanging on a silk thread, slowly spinning in the air:
"At the beginning of every year, the first thing the village does is to spend money to find outsiders to settle in the village."

Luo Liu felt dizzy and uncomfortable, and stopped for a moment.

"Two years ago, the village was looking for people to come back, but Qiao Yuesheng said he wanted to find a way to put an end to the matter."

Meng Po, who had been silent, became curious when she heard this:

"Has this matter finally been settled?"

"Finally, someone set fire to the Shenlong Forest." Luo Liu said coldly:
"By the time everyone found out, it was already too late."

The fire spread and burned down the entire area where the dragon tree was located, and it burned for several days and nights.

"What about Qiao Yuesheng?" Meng Po asked again.

Luo Liu replied:
"Qiao Yuesheng is missing." After saying that, he added:
"He disappeared, and the villagers have never seen him since then." "Disappeared?" Meng Po didn't believe it:
"You are the ones who killed him."

"He's really missing." Sun Sanniang, who had been sitting by the fire with her hands and feet curled up since Luo Liu was tied up, also chimed in:

"Some people in the village guessed that he cut down the Shenlong tree and escaped from our village."

Luo Liu nodded:

"It's him. He couldn't stand us making money later—" he said radically:

"The Qiao family made a lot of money from selling incense earlier. They made a lot of money, but now they are trying to cut off other people's money." He was a little excited. He didn't know if he was talking to Zhao Fusheng and others, or to himself:

"He must have burned the tree and escaped from the Coffin Village—"

Zhao Fusheng gave him a suspicious look.

If Qiao Yuesheng is the evil ghost that killed people in the dream, then there is no doubt that this person is dead.

He was well-educated, had a sense of shame, was sensible, fair, and compassionate. However, such qualities, born in Shilipu in this era, doomed him to tragedy.

Zhao Fusheng had already guessed that Qiao Yuesheng had met a bad end, and initially suspected that the villagers had killed him. Luo Liu was from the same village as him, and was most likely one of the murderers.

But at this time, Luo Liu's reaction seemed as if he really didn't know the whereabouts of Qiao Yuesheng.

Since he had already found out the cause and effect of the incident, Zhao Fusheng decided not to bother with the two men any more:
"Where are Niulan Village and Wild Boar Village?"

Her question made Luo Liu raise his head suddenly, with light flashing in his eyes.

Sun Sanniang's heart also skipped a beat.

The two thought they might not be able to escape the disaster tonight, but they didn't expect that Zhao Fusheng's words seemed to imply a trip to Niulan Village.

"This distinguished guest——"

Zhao Fusheng initially said he was looking for Lijiaao, but now he took the initiative to ask about the location of Niulan Village...

Luo Liu felt that something was wrong.

But his desire to survive made him instinctively ignore the warning.

Anyway, there are many strong men in the village, so it would be fine if this group of people don’t go to the village. Once they go to the village, even if the king of heaven comes, they won’t be able to escape!

Thinking of this, Luo Liu's eyes showed a sinister look, and he said anxiously:
"Are you going to Niulan Village? If so, Sanniang and I can lead the way."

Zhao Fusheng neither agreed nor denied it, but just smiled:

"You say you are from Niulan Village, but you have no evidence. How can I believe you?"

She said:
"We are just casual acquaintances. Who knows whether you are human or ghost? The world is not peaceful. There are too many kidnappers and bandits," Zhao Fusheng smiled, hinting at something:
"We are indeed planning to go to Niulan Village to take a look, but we cannot trust you easily. Otherwise, if we are taken to a mountain valley and caught by someone, wouldn't it be useless for us to cry out to the heavens or the earth?"

She seemed to be joking, but she told Luo Liu and the others exactly what they were planning.

Luo Liu was terrified.

When I first met her, I thought she was innocent, but now it seems that she is pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger.

"I, we dare not—"

Even if Luo Liu really thought so, he didn't dare to admit it at this time.

Zhao Fusheng said:

"Whether you dare or not, I don't dare to believe it anyway." She tilted her head and deliberately pondered for a moment:
"How about this, you draw a rough location of Niulan Village and tell us how to get there. We will go there on our own later, so you don't have to worry about it."

"After I finish the painting, can you let us go?" Luo Liu asked anxiously.

Zhao Fusheng showed a look of surprise:
"How is that possible?" She said, shaking her head:
"You two are not husband and wife, but you walked together in the middle of the night. You said you were peddlers, but there was no cargo container. Your behavior was suspicious. When you saw me and Man Zhou, your eyes lit up—"

At this point, she paused, then asked politely:

"You are kidnappers, right?"

"..."

Sun Sanniang didn't dare to agree to this.

Luo Liu dared not admit it and kept shaking his head:
“No, no—”

"Anyway, whether it is true or not, I will not let you go. I can only inconvenience you two."

Anyway, this is a ghost's dream. Even if you kill the wrong person, the situation will be reset and it will repeat itself.

If the Demon Suppression Division cannot escape this ghost dream, these two people will return to the small temple again even if they are killed by mistake.

Since this involves a ghost case and the lives of five people, Zhao Fusheng would rather kill the wrong person than let him go.

"Draw it."

She signaled Kuai Manzhou to put the man down.

Then Luo Liu saw Kuai Manzhou hook his fingers, and the thin thread that tied him disappeared into thin air.

He lost his balance and fell from mid-air.

Luo Liu screamed and fell to the ground. It took him a long while to sit up again. He touched his ankle - there was only a circle of thin black marks left on his ankle, but no rope could be seen at all.

He looked at Kuai Manzhou in disbelief:
"This little girl's magic is amazing. Who is her teacher?"

Zhao Fusheng was too lazy to talk to him any more:

"Hurry up and finish the painting so we can get on the road."

Luo Liu rubbed his ankles, rolled his eyes, and thought about how to escape.

Zhao Fusheng noticed his expression and warned him with a smile:
"Don't think too much, finish the painting early and don't suffer."

"Sir, there is actually nothing to paint. Shilipo is different from other places. Although there are no trees now, it is scorched earth everywhere. People who are not locals——"

Luo Liu was still talking nonsense when Zhao Fusheng's hand moved.

'Clap. '

A small string of copper coins fell in front of Sun Sanniang.

The woman's eyes lit up instantly.

She reached out to pick up the money, but before she put it into her bag, an evil spirit that gave first and took later emerged from her shadow, transformed into a ghost, entangled her body, and then dragged her into the shadow.

From the moment Sun Sanniang picked up the money to the moment she was killed by the evil spirit and dragged into the shadow, it all happened in the blink of an eye.

Before Luo Liu could react, Sun Sanniang's body had disappeared.

He was stunned for a long while, then screamed loudly:
"Ghost—ghost—"

Zhao Fusheng collected the evil spirit at the cost of 50 merit points, then took back the copper coin dropped by Sun Sanniang and looked at Luo Liu again:
"Can you tell me?"

"Ghost - ghost - it's you, you killed the Third Lady - I will fight you!"

This man who had previously behaved cowardly suddenly burst into courage after Sun Sanniang disappeared. With red eyes, he wanted to rush towards Zhao Fusheng, but his feet were entangled by a strange and bizarre black and red ghost flower.

'Dong-dong. '

A strange knocking sound came from Luo Liu's back.

"What sound?" Luo Liu was angry and confused. He wanted to turn around to look, but the neck was extremely fragile and he broke it when he turned his head.

His big round head rolled to the ground.

An outrageously large hole appeared on the back of his vest at some point.

A layer of black gas lingered at the entrance of the cave, which devoured his body and would eat up all his flesh and blood in an instant, leaving only a skeleton crawling on the ground.

It turns out that these people are ghosts!
This was the last thought in Luo Liu’s mind.