I become a god in another world

Chapter 310 Trapped in a Ghost Dream
Chapter 310
Liu Yizhen's brows were furrowed, his face was ashen, his cheek muscles were twitching, and his eyelids were shaking violently.

Then he shouted:
"Can't!"

These words broke the constraints of the dream. He suddenly opened his eyes, clenched his fists, and was about to attack, but what he saw in front of him was Zhao Fusheng, who was relieved.

Liu Yizhen was stunned for a long while.

He had just woken up from a nightmare, and he was a little overwhelmed. After a while, his eyes gradually regained focus:

"I, I fell asleep?!"

His eyes were bloodshot and there was still some anger in his body, but his emotions had gradually calmed down as he realized that he was trapped in a nightmare.

"Yeah." Zhao Fusheng nodded.

Before her hand touched the ghost coffin, she saw him wake up, with an uncomfortable expression but staring at her vigilantly. She smiled slightly, raised her hand and slowly retreated.

Liu Yizhen breathed a sigh of relief.

He forced himself to wake up. His head was aching slightly, but he didn't dare close his eyes. He just shook his head gently.

On the other side, Meng Po used some unknown method to wake up Zhang Chuansheng.

I only heard Zhang Chuanshi screaming:
"Wake up, wake up."

Meng Po held his head in her hands, still a little worried:
"Xiao Zhang, are you awake?"

Zhang Chuanshi kept saying:
"Awake, awake."

"It's good that you're awake, it's good that you're awake." Meng Po slowly loosened her hand, and Zhang Chuanshi couldn't help but gasp.

He didn't dare to rely on Meng Po anymore, and walked quickly to Zhao Fusheng:

"Sir, look at this——"

Zhang Chuanshi released his hand from covering his philtrum.

I saw that his philtrum was broken, and there was a layer of something green on it. Zhang Chuanshi complained with tears in his eyes:

"I don't know what ointment Meng Po used to apply to my wound."

He was afraid of Meng Po's things, and his face looked even uglier than before when he drank Meng Po's soup.

"It's a herbal ointment that can repel poisonous insects."

Although Meng Po was old, she had sharp ears. Upon hearing this, she explained:

"This time, the adults said they would come to Shilipo. You said there are many plants and trees here. I thought there would be many people who are afraid of snakes, insects, rats and ants, so I specially brought this ointment with me."

As she spoke, she took out a small porcelain bottle:

"This medicine can cure poison and relieve itching. Poisonous insects will avoid it."

The more Meng Po talked, the more frightened Zhang Chuanshi became.

He asked:
“Is this poisonous?”

"This is my secret recipe passed down from generation to generation. It's not poisonous. It's just to wake you up. My daughter used to be prone to mosquito bites. Every time I applied the ointment I made, it worked immediately." Meng Po thought of the past with a melancholy expression.

Zhang Chuanshi was now afraid of her secret family recipe. He couldn't believe what she said. He held his mouth with both hands and looked at Zhao Fusheng pitifully.

"Don't be afraid, you died a long time ago." Zhao Fusheng comforted him casually.

This is not the time to fool around.

Zhang Chuanshi felt a little aggrieved:
"But Meng Po's medicine can kill ghosts—"

"You are alive and well now, this medicine can't kill you." Zhao Fusheng waved his hand.

Zhang Chuanshi knew what was good for him, so he didn't dare to say anything more. He just covered his lips and took a deep breath.

Meng Po put the ointment back into her arms, muttering:

"This is good stuff."

……

Liu Yizhen rubbed his eyes, listened to the noise in his ears, and his thoughts gradually became clear:

"We just burned down the wild temple—"

As soon as the temple burned down, he lost consciousness and was trapped in a dream.

He looked around and found himself in a dark field in the suburbs, with a horse beside him, and a ghost coffin tied to the horse——

Liu Yizhen's expression changed slightly:

“We are now—” He didn’t finish his words and looked up into the distance. The thatched roof of the wild temple was faintly visible in the green mist in the distance.

His expression suddenly became very ugly:

“We are back to before we entered the temple.”

"Yes." Zhao Fusheng nodded.

Zhang Chuanshi also discovered the wild temple.

In the ghost dream, a group of people burned down the temple. At this time, everyone appeared outside the temple, and the wild temple appeared again. Zhang Chuanshi endured the burning pain on his lips and asked excitedly:

"My Lord, are we awake?"

"Do you think we have woken up?" Zhao Fusheng asked back.

Zhang Chuanshi touched his lips, looking a little hesitant:
"Are you awake now?"

He was a little unsure.

"I feel sober now. My lips hurt after all."

If it is a dream, how can people feel physical pain?
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Fusheng sighed.

"My Lord?" Zhang Chuanshi didn't know why, but after hearing her sigh, he felt uneasy:
"What did I say wrong?"

"Master Zhang, the pain you feel is exactly the cause of the problem."

Liu Yizhen came to his senses after waking up. He was smart and didn't realize something was wrong at first, but Zhao Fusheng's sigh was like a reminder. He immediately sensed the crux of the problem from the conversation between the two and Zhao Fusheng's sigh:

“We are still in the dream.”

Zhang Chuanshi was startled for a moment and asked:
"What do you mean?"

Liu Yizhen said:
"Master Zhang, you died after drinking Meng Po soup, do you remember?"

Zhang Chuanshi nodded:
"Of course I remember—"

Liu Yizhen said again:
"You lose your body's senses after you die. Have you forgotten?"

After drinking Meng Po soup, Zhang Chuanshi was reborn and turned into a special ghost. At that time, his body lost the perception of cold and heat.

But at this moment, he could feel Meng Po pinching his philtrum and feeling irritated after applying medicine on it. This was the biggest problem.

"..."

Zhang Chuanshi's expression also changed.

In other words, everyone thought they were awake, but in fact they were still trapped in a nightmare.

This ghost dream is layered, seeming both real and fake, making it hard to guard against.

"We burned down the wild temple, but we didn't really get rid of the nightmare. Everything just restarted again." Liu Yizhen said with an unpleasant expression:

"We were awakened just now, but it wasn't a true awakening. We were just entering a lighter dream from a deeper dream. No matter what, we are still in a dream."

"That is to say, we will enter the ghost temple again and meet Sun and Luo again?" Zhang Chuanshi said with some despair.

Zhao Fusheng met his gaze and nodded.

Zhang Chuanshi held his head in despair:
"Then what should we do? Where did we enter the dream from? How can we truly wake up?"

Liu Yizhen's eyes fell on Zhao Fusheng, and Zhao Fusheng's eyes moved:
"It seems the problem still lies with the wild temple."

If you only kill Luo and Sun, they will keep coming back to life and re-enter the ghost temple.

The group burned down the ghost temple, and several people "woke up" from their dreams, falling into another ghost dream, returning to the time before they entered the temple.

Zhao Fusheng said:

"This time when we enter the ghost temple again, we will just smash the clay statues and then burn the wild temple."

Zhang Chuanshi was somewhat afraid:
"Still burning?"

He fell into the dream again and again, and this time he was terrified by the evil spirit that controlled the dreams of several people:

"Sir, will we die without knowing it?"

"When people die, they lose consciousness. We can speak, move and think now, so we are not dead yet." Zhao Fusheng said calmly.

Everyone was silent for a while, and then she made up her mind and said to the person next to her, "Let's go."

This time, when everyone entered the wild temple, they wasted more time than before.

To Zhao Fusheng's surprise, when he arrived at the wild temple this time, the scene was slightly different from before.

The thatch on the roof of the ruined temple had turned black, as if it had been smoked, and there were traces of a fire left.

Zhao Fusheng's eyes fell on the well outside and looked at Zhang Chuanshi:

"Lao Zhang, check if there is any water in the well."

This well is also evil.

When they came for the first time, Zhang Chuanshi and Kuai Manzhou went to check, and there was no water in the well. But not long after, when Sun and Luo came, water appeared in the well out of nowhere.

Zhang Chuanshi shrank back when he saw the well.

But he also knew the priorities and knew that this was not the time for him to be sneaky, so he gritted his teeth and agreed, then walked towards the wellhead.

The bottom of the well was pitch black, like an abyss that was invisible to the eye.

"I can't see clearly." He sighed, trying to give himself courage.

"I can't see clearly..." A faint echo came from the bottom of the well, almost frightening Zhang Chuanshi to the ground.

"Yeah ah..."

The echo was still ringing in his ears. He turned around and saw Zhao Fusheng and others were still not far away. Liu Yizhen was busy tying the horse at the place where he had entered the temple before.

As long as he had companions around, Zhang Chuanshi became bold again.

He spat, turned the wooden shaft, and lowered the bucket down the well.

Not long after, with a "pop" sound, the bucket fell into the well, splashing water everywhere. Zhang Chuanshi was stunned and shouted:

"My lord, there is water in the well."

Zhao Fusheng nodded.

Zhang Chuanshi threw the bucket away and hurried back to the team.

Several people stepped into the wild temple. Meng Po took out a fire stick and lit it. When Zhao Fusheng's eyes fell on the center of the wild temple, his pupils shrank.

There were messy weeds inside the temple.

The shrine in the inner room is still there, with a headless clay figure sitting cross-legged on it.

But what surprised Zhao Fusheng and others was not the clay statue, but the stove made of several stones placed in the middle of the wild temple.

There was a clay pot on the stove, with residual ash and charcoal underneath.

"This is not what we had before—"

Zhang Chuanshi felt a chill on his back and muttered softly.

He took a step and walked over to the jar.

The fire had long gone out, and the firewood seemed to have been out for a long time. He reached out and touched the edge of the pot, then turned to look at Zhao Fusheng:
"icy."

After saying that, he stretched his head to look into the jar. There were some leftovers in the jar. They had already rotted and were covered with a layer of green mold. The food inside had long gone bad.

In addition, there was a black container placed in the corner - that was the one Luo Liu brought in at the beginning.

There were a few scattered bamboo tubes placed next to the jar, and the water in them had long been empty.

"this--"

When everyone saw this scene, they all frowned.

Meng Po held up the fire stick and looked at Zhao Fusheng:
"Sir, the stove and earthenware pots here are what we left behind."

From the time the men burned the temple and left, to the time they returned after the dream was reset, it took no more than two quarters of an hour.

But at this time, the firewood in the temple had gone out, the earthenware jar had long been cold, and the porridge in the jar had rotted, and it seemed that a long time had passed.

Zhao Fusheng stared at the earthen jar in a daze.

Meng Po didn't get her answer for a long time, so she couldn't help but shout again:
"grown ups?"

"Ok?"

Zhao Fusheng turned to look at her, and Meng Po breathed a sigh of relief:

"My Lord, I'm glad you're okay. I thought you were in a dream—"

She was halfway through her words when she realized that everyone was already in a dream, so there was no such thing as falling into a dream. She couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Zhao Fusheng understood what she meant and shook his head:

"I'm fine, I'm just thinking about a question—"

Her words made Liu Yizhen and others' eyes light up.

Zhao Fusheng has a quick mind and when others are worried, she always has other discoveries, as if nothing can give her a headache.

"Say it quickly."

Liu Yizhen urged.

Zhao Fusheng smiled and said:
"Don't be impatient." She said, and then instructed Zhang Chuanshi:

"Lao Zhang, go get some water, pour out the contents of this earthenware jar, and put the jar back to its original place."

Zhang Chuanshi originally thought that she had discovered the flaw in the ghost dream and could lead a group of people out of danger, but he didn't expect that she had found another job for him.

"...Sir, you are really..." He muttered to himself:

"It's already this late, and you still need to wash the jar. What's so good about washing this jar? Is there anyone who wants to use it?"

It would have been better if he didn't say this. As soon as he said this, Liu Yizhen and Meng Po's eyes met, and surprise flashed in their eyes.

Zhang Chuanshi took the jar out to wash it, cursing.

Although Zhao Fusheng already had some ideas in her mind and guessed that nothing would happen to Zhang Chuanshi, for the sake of caution, she still let go of Kuai Manzhou's hand and signaled the child to follow him.

Zhang Chuanshi had been full of complaints, but when he saw this scene, he was stunned and fell into a rare moment of silence.

After a while, he complained louder, but his steps became steadier and lighter, and his back even revealed a hint of relaxation.

"You think we didn't enter this temple for the first time when we came here before?"

As soon as Zhang Chuanshi left, Liu Yizhen asked Zhao Fusheng in a low voice.

Zhao Fusheng nodded:
"We came under strange circumstances."

There was a recently cleaned clay pot behind the statue in the temple, but there was no water in the well, which proved that someone had visited the temple not long ago.

In the ghost dream, Shili Slope had suffered a great fire massacre and was extremely desolate. From the time the group abandoned the car to the front of the temple, they did not see any human beings along the way.

When I arrived at the temple, there was no one there, but I found some clean earthenware jars.

Zhao Fusheng was wondering at the time: Who put these jars there? Who washed them?

Now, when he returned to the temple for the second time, a bold and strange idea emerged in Zhao Fusheng's mind: Could it be that the earthenware jars that everyone had used to cook porridge were cleaned and put back to their original places by the people from the Demon Suppression Bureau?

"But it's just a guess. It's still unclear whether it's true or not. Everything needs to be verified."

"Do you think we will return to the ruined temple?"

Liu Yizhen asked with a serious expression.

Zhao Fusheng responded:
"That's inevitable."

They are trapped in a ghost dream and have been haunted by an evil spirit. If the ghost case is not solved, they will not be able to escape at all. They will only fall into a repetitive cycle and be consumed in this dream.

Just as Liu Yi was about to speak, a familiar "dong dong dong" sound suddenly came from outside.

"Alas——" Liu Yizhen let out a long sigh.

He knows that situations cycle and repeat.

But when the familiar drumbeat sounded again, his scalp still tingled and he sighed:

"Rattle."

"Yes."

Zhao Fusheng's eyes fell on the container and he said coldly:
"Luo Liu died twice. He left behind the container and the bamboo tube for drinking water, but he only took this rattle with him."

Every time he and Sun Sanniang returned, a familiar drum sound would be heard, indicating that a new round of dreams had begun to repeat.

This is simply a terrible nightmare from which there is no escape.

The ghost case at Shilipo is too tricky.