I become a god in another world

Chapter 312 Return to the Ghost Temple
Chapter 312

As soon as Zhao Fusheng was enveloped by smoke and dust, he felt as if his mouth and nose were suffocating.

The fire starter in Meng Po's hand was immediately extinguished by the smoke and dust. Zhao Fusheng's vision was blocked and he froze for a moment.

It was dark all around.

When an unexpected event suddenly occurred, she responded by remaining calm.

Zhao Fusheng stood frozen in the darkness for a moment, then she tried to open her eyes, but she could not see anything around her.

Her hands were empty, as if she was the only one in the whole space.

Something is wrong.

Zhao Fusheng always felt like something was missing.

She moved her fingers, her hands were empty. In the past, when she traveled, there was always someone who liked to hold her hand.

She shouted:
"Man Zhou——"

The shout seemed to break the spell. She shuddered and her whole body trembled. Disorganized fragments flashed into her mind.

Liutu Village, Yang Tiehan, headless corpse, Shilipo——

A wild temple in the desolate mountains, a scorched forest, Qiao Yuesheng, and the Luo and Sun couple.

She smashed the clay statues in the temple—

All memories slowly returned, Zhao Fusheng suddenly opened his eyes, still continuing the motion of handing something over, and whispered:

"Man Zhou, this is your candy, take it yourself--"

As soon as she finished speaking, she woke up immediately.

Time went backwards and she returned to the time when the carriage had not yet had the accident.

At that time, she had just fed Zhang Chuanshi the Meng Po soup and handed the remaining medicine to Kuai Manzhou.

Zhao Fusheng turned and looked at the others.

Zhang Chuanshi had his back to her, driving the cart with the reins in his hands, and making retching sounds from time to time.

Liu Yizhen was pressing down on the ghost coffin, his eyes half open and half closed, his expression dull, as if he had fallen asleep.

Meng Po was taking a nap against the carriage, while Kuai Manzhou was sitting beside Zhao Fusheng's calves, with his hands on her thighs, and his long hair hanging on the side of the child's cheek.

Zhao Fusheng calmed down and reached out to push the child:

"Full week, full week."

When she shouted, Meng Po, who was sleeping against the side of the carriage, shuddered all over and immediately straightened her head.

Meng Po's eyelids moved, and she opened a crack, staring at Zhao Fusheng blankly for a few seconds, and then said vaguely:

"grown ups--"

As she spoke, she gradually regained consciousness:
"I fell asleep again?!"

Zhao Fusheng nodded.

She did not wake the child this time. The gentle push caused Kuai Manzhou to turn his face and frown.

Zhao Fusheng turned her wrist, and the hell opened up. A string of copper coins was hooked between her knuckles:

"It's a full week, and it's time to pay the salary."

The copper coins made a 'ding-dong' sound when they collided.

Kuai Manzhou's eyelids moved. She was about to wake up, but this time Zhang Chuanshi woke up faster than her. She straightened her back:
"Money? Where is the money? Have you received your salary?"

“……” Zhao Fusheng was speechless.

Zhang Chuanshi was also obsessed with money. If he had known that the word "give him money" could wake him up, Meng Po would not have needed to wake him up twice before, and he would not have suffered all that in vain.

Afterwards, Kuai Manzhou woke up quickly, and Liu Yizhen’s weak spot was also found - Zhao Fusheng woke him up as soon as he proposed to touch the ghost coffin.

Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division woke up again and recalled the scene in the wild temple.

……

Zhang Chuanshi asked with lingering fear:
"Sir, have we escaped from the nightmare?"

After the clay statue was smashed, everyone seemed to have completely left the Wild Temple and returned to the original carriage.

At this time, Zhang Chuanshi had just drunk Meng Po soup and had not yet returned from life to death. It should be the time when everyone had not yet entered the ghost dream.

His words are also the focus of other people's attention.

Liu Yizhen turned to look at Zhao Fusheng, waiting for her answer.

"Ugh."

Zhao Fusheng sighed.

Her reaction made Liu Yizhen's expression change slightly, and he understood the meaning behind her silence:

"Are we still dreaming?"

As soon as he said this, Zhang Chuanshi turned his head abruptly.

"Let's see if things will change in the future." Zhao Fusheng said.

"What does this mean?" Zhang Chuanshi asked blankly.

Liu Yizhen said:
"What happened next was: Master Zhang had diarrhea, the horse had diarrhea, the car flipped over, and Master Zhang passed away—"

He paused for a moment, and Zhao Fusheng continued:

"Then we abandoned the car and walked to find the wild temple."

After that, she smiled:
"Maybe we've learned our lesson this time and won't look for wild temples—"

Liu Yizhen showed a troubled look on his face:
“But we may still come across wild temples.”

Not only that, they will most likely meet Luo Liu and Sun Sanniang again, and the cycle will continue.

When Zhang Chuanshi heard this, he understood what Zhao Fusheng meant.

In other words, if the following events continue to happen in sequence, it proves that everyone is most likely still trapped in a nightmare.

This discovery made Zhang Chuanshi blush!
"Sir, what should we do?"

This time the headless ghost case is so brutal that everyone is caught in the middle of it and unable to wake up. It is really tricky.

Zhao Fusheng could sense some anxiety in his words and could not help but say:
"No hurries?"

Why are you not in a hurry at this point? Zhang Chuanshi was a little panicked:
"Sir, our lives are almost gone, we must quickly find a way to escape--"

"escape?"

Zhao Fusheng shook his head:
"Lao Zhang, we are here to investigate a ghost case."

She reminded Zhang Chuanshi:

"Now that the evil spirit has appeared, we don't need to spend extra time looking for it. That's the best thing. Why should we run away?"

Zhang Chuanshi was startled:
"what?!"

Still need to investigate the case?! Zhang Chuanshi was so sad that he turned to look at Meng Po:

"Meng Po——"

Among the few people, except Zhao Fusheng who has the highest position, Meng Po is the oldest and most powerful. Zhang Chuanshi hopes that Meng Po will speak up.

Meng Po laughed good-naturedly:

"Your Excellency is smart and capable, and you are also the Commander, so naturally we will do whatever you say."

"..." Zhang Chuanshi was dumbfounded by Meng Po's words. He turned to look at Liu Yizhen:

"Yizhen, tell me."

Kuai Manzhou and Zhao Fusheng are of the same mind, so it's useless to ask her about this.

Liu Yizhen ignored Zhang Chuanshi and looked at Zhao Fusheng:
"Fusheng, do you have any plans?"

Zhao Fusheng said:

"We are trapped in a ghost dream and have been marked by evil spirits." She reminded:

"If you just want to escape now, you will most likely end up in danger."

She said:
"If you want to save your life, the best way is to subdue, decompose or drive away the evil spirit." In this way, the natural crisis will be resolved and the ghost disaster will be eliminated.

Zhao Fusheng's words were not wrong in theory. But the evil spirit in the dream was so fierce, and the few people were very likely to be trapped in the ghost dream at this time. It was difficult to drive the evil spirit away, let alone subdue and decompose it.

Liu Yizhen knew that this trip was extremely dangerous, but he did not show any fear. Instead, he asked, "What do you want to do?"

Zhao Fusheng said:

"If we are still stuck in a nightmare, I intend to let nature take its course this time."

When she smashed the clay statue for the second time, she was fiercely opposed by Luo Liu. At that time, she had guessed that there might be something else inside the clay statue, but the final result disappointed her.

Qiao Yuesheng’s clay statue is actually just a clay statue.

However, after the clay statue was damaged, the group fell asleep again, and when they woke up, they had already left the wild temple.

"Since there is no problem with the clay statue, then the problem must be Luo Liu and Sun Sanniang." Zhao Fusheng bit his lip and said:
"Since Gui Meng insisted that I meet these two people, I plan to do nothing this time. I want to see what these two people want to do."

Meng Po asked:
"My Lord, are you planning to follow them back to the village?"

Zhao Fusheng nodded:
"These two are most likely doing something bad. The first two times they saw me and Man Zhou, they looked at me in a weird way. I'm going to go along with what they say and see what they're going to do."

Liu Yizhen was a little worried:
"We are already deeply trapped in a nightmare, and now we are at a critical juncture where we encounter Luo Liu and Sun Sanniang."

If the depth of a ghost dream is likened to being lost, then everyone is at the beginning of being lost.

But if you continue to "walk" down along the dream, you will most likely go deeper and deeper into the dream created by the evil spirit, and then you won't be able to turn back at all.

Liu Yizhen reminded:

"Doing so might cause us to sink deeper into the nightmare."

The fact that he was still able to express his opinion at this time proved that this ghost case did not make him confused.

Zhao Fusheng looked at him with satisfaction:
"You are right," she said.

"But when handling ghost cases, you can't always be safe. You can't get the tiger cub without risking it. Sometimes you have to take necessary risks. Being timid will only lead to failure."

She has a decisive temperament. Sometimes she is extremely cautious, and sometimes she is so radical and crazy that it is scary.

But in this situation, the bold and adventurous side of her nature can lead everyone out of confusion, at least they will not have anything to do.

Anyway, if something really happens, the five people from the Demon Suppression Bureau all have their own ways to save their lives.

Liu Yizhen nodded.

He was silent for a moment and asked Zhao Fusheng:
"Besides these, do you have any other method to get rid of the nightmare?"

His words caught the attention of Zhang Chuanshi and Meng Po.

Both of them turned their eyes to Zhao Fusheng.

She just grinned, then shook her head under the gaze of several people:
"No."

"No?" Zhang Chuanshi wailed with a bitter face.

Just at this moment, his stomach growled, and then the familiar feeling of colic came.

……

The same scene as the first time entering Shilipu happened again.

Not long after, Zhang Chuanshi began to have diarrhea, and then the horse followed suit.

The man and the horse were soon dead, and the carriage overturned after being shaken.

Everything that had happened before happened again, verifying Zhao Fusheng's worst guess: the group was indeed still trapped in a dream.

After that, everyone tacitly agreed not to mention going to the Wild Temple, and deliberately chose to go in a completely opposite direction from the beginning.

After walking for about an hour or two, when it was getting dark, everyone saw the shadow of the wild temple appear in the green mist again.

"Wild Temple——"

Liu Yizhen said with a complicated expression.

When he first saw the shadow of the wild temple, he thought he had found the right way and was overjoyed;
But they didn't know that this place was like a ghost cage, trapping several people inside.

"Walk."

Zhao Fusheng greeted everyone and took the lead to walk towards the wild temple.

Liu Yizhen paused for a moment and turned to look at her.

Her expression was stern, without a trace of cowardice or panic - I don't know if it was because she was naturally fearless and carefree, or if she was calm because she had a backup plan.

Liu Yizhen was thinking about something when he was awakened by Zhang Chuanshi's shout:
"Yizhen, aren't you leaving yet?"

When he came to his senses, he found that Zhao Fusheng had walked several feet away. He then realized that he had fallen behind and was standing there waiting for him.

Zhang Chuanshi, who had previously been the most timid and fearful of death, actually followed her after she said "let's go" and turned around to call him.

Liu Yizhen was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but smile slightly:
"coming."

Zhao Fusheng waited for him to come forward and warned him:
"It's weird and unpredictable here, so it's best for us not to separate." Everyone was in a nightmare cycle. Once separated, it would be hard to say whether they would meet the original five people from the Demon Suppression Division when they met again.

Her words made Liu Yizhen feel a chill in his heart and he nodded.

This time everyone entered the wild temple again.

Just like the first time he entered the temple, Zhao Fusheng asked Zhang Chuanshi to go and see the well.

This is also a familiar job.

Zhang Chuanshi and Kuai Manzhou walked out of the temple and headed towards the well. Just like the first time, the well was dry, without a drop of water.

Liu Yizhen put down the coffin, moved several stones, and built a simple stove. Meng Po took some hay and picked up some wood as firewood and put them in the stove.

Under the shrine, Zhang Chuanshi, who had just returned from visiting the dry well, found a freshly washed earthenware jar.

He held the earthen jar with a complicated look on his face - there was still water in the jar, and there was a little stain on the inner mouth of the jar that he had deliberately left.

He didn't notice this the first time, but before smashing the statue last time, he was careful when Zhao Fusheng told him to wash the jars and deliberately left a flaw here.

"My Lord, I washed this jar."

He whispered.

If he was the one who washed the earthenware jars in the wild temple when they first came to it, it would mean that the group of people had probably been trapped in this wild temple for an unknown number of times.

Thinking of this, Zhang Chuanshi shuddered.

Zhao Fusheng had already expected this, and he just nodded when he heard this:
"Rinse it again and cook the porridge. After we have filled our stomachs, we can just wait for Luo Liu and Sun Sanniang to come."

Her expression was normal, as if she didn't hear the hidden meaning of Zhang Chuanshi's words.

But she was extremely smart, so how could she not understand what he meant?

When Zhang Chuanshi thought of this, he felt inexplicably confident in Zhao Fusheng.

Perhaps it was because of her calm attitude, but Zhang Chuanshi inexplicably felt certain that Zhao Fusheng would not let anyone die in this haunted temple.

Thinking of this, the pressure in his heart suddenly eased a lot.

"it is good."

He had a sad face at first, but after he figured it out, he responded with a smile, and really took the earthen jar and rinsed it clean with water.

Meng Po lit a fire to cook, and then took out the small piece of bacon from her bag.

"Pity."

Everyone sat around a simple stove.

Meng Po sighed as she tore the bacon:

"This bacon used to be a big piece, but I tore off half of it last time, and it was gone before I could eat it. Only this small piece is left."

After she finished speaking, she seemed to have thought of something and laughed:
"It would be nice if Shaochun came."

Zhang Chuanshi was fiddling with the firewood, and when he heard this he said:

"What's the use of him coming?"

Meng Po said:
"He controls the Kitchen Ghost, who is best at making bacon. The bacon he makes can never be eaten up. With Shaochun here, the dream world will only circulate a few more times, and no real meat will be consumed—"

Her words were both humorous and somewhat terrifying.

Liu Yizhen knew that he shouldn't laugh, but he couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Just as the pot was boiling "gurgling", the "dong dong dong" drumbeats outside rang out again.

Luo Liu and Sun Sanniang appeared.