I become a god in another world

Chapter 323 Meng Po's Strength
Chapter 323

Horrible memories came flooding back.

At that time, the return of Mrs. Zhuang Si was too serious for the young Kuai Manzhou to realize.

She was just a little uneasy instinctively, and hugged her mother in panic, feeling surprised that she had found something she had lost.

But she didn't expect the consequences to be so tragic.

If she had known that her actions would lead to the death of Madam Zhuang Si and then the destruction of Kuailiang Village, she would never have picked that white perilla.

Every night when she woke up in her dreams, Kuai Manzhou was always worried and thought: She killed her mother and the people in Kuai Liangcun who were kind to her. She should have died that night.

Unfortunately, all the villagers died, leaving her as the only one who should not have survived.

The little girl's mentality exploded instantly.

The evil spirit aura on her body began to get out of control. Her long hair flew wildly, like black and poisonous ghost needles that grew wildly, piercing in all directions with a bang, trying to destroy the houses here.

"Manzhou!"

Liu Yizhen's face changed when he saw this, but before he could stop her, he heard Liu Huacheng's earnest instructions:
"Yizhen, after I die——"

In Liu Yizhen's eyes, the scene began to change.

The deserted village clan school was instantly distorted and turned into the Confucius Temple.

The dull, heavy stone lid on the ghost coffin shattered, and the headless ghost sat up grimly - Wan'an County fell into a catastrophe.

……

"What's going on?"

All the powerful ghost-controlling masters in the Demon Suppression Division fell in an instant. Zhang Chuanshi trembled in fear, watching Liu Yizhen fall into madness and felt extremely afraid.

"Everyone is in trouble, so I--" He looked around in fear, trembling as he tried to reach out to pull Zhao Fusheng:
"My lord, please come back, those are all fake—"

He shouted softly, took small steps forward, grabbed the corner of Zhao Fusheng's clothes, and tried his best to drag her back.

But at this moment, the candle flame burned brighter and brighter, and the blood-red candle oil poured out, turning into a sea of ​​blood that flowed along the table top to every corner of the ground.

The sea of ​​blood devours everything wherever it goes.

The table, the grass, the ground and around the walls.

Amidst the blood, the entire academy hall instantly turned into a bloody hell.

"Boom boom." The room began to shake violently, and the candlestick on the table also trembled with the shaking of the room.

Maybe it was because the noise was too intense, but Zhang Chuanshi's eyes blurred and he felt that the candle had left an afterimage, as if it had turned into three incense sticks.

The candle flame turned blue-green and smoke rose slowly.

The wall behind the incense stand melted, revealing the shrine behind it. The lower half of a clay statue sitting cross-legged appeared in front of Zhang Chuanshi, and only the upper half was still blocked by the wall that had not yet completely broken.

"Wild, wild temple——"

When Zhang Chuanshi saw this scene, he couldn't help but shudder.

The appearance of a wild temple means that the clay statue of the incarnation of an evil spirit will also appear.

At this time, everyone in the Demon Suppression Division was obviously bewitched by the dream and entangled in ghost dreams. He was the only one who was still awake.

Zhang Chuanshi was so frightened that his soul flew away, thinking: Am I going to die here today?

He subconsciously grabbed Zhao Fusheng:

"My Lord, something terrible is going to happen—"

He cowered all his life, hiding in Wan'an County. When he got old, he opened a coffin shop, praying for a peaceful death. However, he still couldn't escape the fate of dying at the hands of an evil spirit.

"grown ups--"

Zhang Chuanshi shouted again in despair.

Zhao Fusheng had fallen into a nightmare, and he knew that his shouting would not wake her up.

The two have not known each other for long, but they have gone through crises together several times.

It was Zhao Fusheng who saved him the previous few times, so he should also help this time.

Thinking of this, Zhang Chuanshi reached into his arms. His fingers hooked onto something, and when he was about to take it out, he suddenly heard a shout:
"idiot!"

The sound was like a thunderbolt, which made Zhang Chuanshi shudder.

Zhang Chuanshi immediately realized that he had also been tricked.

He wanted to avoid being disturbed by the scolding, but once the voice started, it would never stop.

With a stern, majestic and cold voice, he shouted at him loudly:
"Don't be soft-hearted. It's useless! To cure ghosts, you have to use thunder and lightning to stop killing. Do you understand?"

"Don't cry. The purpose of controlling ghosts is to kill them, and the purpose of killing people is to save people—"

"Afraid? You idiot!"

"I am a ghost rider, not a ghost—"

"When I become a ghost, I can command all the ghosts——"

"Chuanshi, everything I did was not wrong."

……

The voice changed from an angry roar at the beginning to a gradually cold one at the end, without any trace of human emotion.

Zhang Chuanshi's hands began to tremble wildly.

He is nearly sixty years old, but the shadows that once remained in his heart have never dissipated for a moment.

The more he tried to stay calm, the more panicked he became.

When his fingertips touched the box in his arms and he wanted to take it out, his hands were shaking so much that he couldn't hold it, and the box fell to the ground with a clang.

The moment the box fell to the ground, the lid popped open and a stream of golden oil as sweet as honey flowed out from inside.

The oil had an extremely strong stench, and once it was crushed the smell was so strong that it made people cry.

At the same time, as soon as the oil was poured out, it strangely caught fire.

The fire was golden and bright, full of vitality, and it immediately tore a hole in the ghost's dream.

Zhao Fusheng, Kuai Manzhou, Meng Po and Liu Yizhen, who were trapped in the ghost dream world, were all stunned, and their consciousness immediately became clear for a moment.

Zhang Chuanshi also woke up with a start.

After everyone woke up, they realized that they were not standing at the entrance of the room at all, but had walked to the center of the room unknowingly.

Thick blood seeped in from the top of the walls on all sides and flowed down along the mud walls.

Zhao Fusheng and four other people knelt in a row, facing the center of the room.

In front of them was a table, and in front of the table was a four-legged square copper incense burner.

Three and a half sticks of green incense were lit on the stove. The incense was lit, and in the flickering red light, three wisps of green smoke rose slowly - the bright light in the house that the five people saw earlier might be caused by the burning of incense offered to ghosts and gods.

The walls are mottled, and the clay statues hidden behind them look down upon the believers.

……

The moment the ghost lantern in Zhang Chuanshi's hand was knocked down, a bright flame ignited, forcibly breaking the ghost dream.

But this breakthrough only lasted for a moment.

Almost at the moment when the ghost lantern lit up, the green light of Gui Meng crushed the light. The flame flickered twice and went out with a "puff".

A thin wisp of residual smoke rose up, but was quickly covered by the green smoke, leaving no trace.

However, this moment of fireworks was enough to wake up the five people in the Demon Suppression Division who were entangled in nightmares.

When Zhao Fusheng came to his senses, he found himself kneeling under the statue.

A huge deterrent force came from top to bottom, forming a terrifying shadow that enveloped the five people.

She tried to look up, but as soon as the thought came to her mind, feelings of trembling, regret, uneasiness and anxiety surged up at once, turning into huge fear that overwhelmed her.

Zhao Fusheng's body began to tremble violently, and a thought emerged in his mind: Do not offend the gods!

This feeling was naturally not what she wanted, it was probably caused by the power of the evil spirit. She wanted to get up, but as soon as she moved her legs, a huge suction force came from under her knees, firmly sucking her legs to the ground.

'Boom. '

The room was shaking wildly, accompanied by the sound of blood dripping down.

Blood flowed down the wall like water, flowed to the ground, and slowly moved towards the five people, a horse, and a coffin.

At the same time, as the earth shook, the clay statue was moving towards the five people.

A huge shadow gradually approached, bringing with it a chilling ghostly aura, enveloping the five people in the shadow.

Once the clay statues come completely close together, the five people will die.

Zhao Fusheng naturally didn't want to die.

After she realized that she couldn't get up, she was already thinking about how to escape.

She originally had 13404 merit points, and she had used up 1000 points when she placed the door god mark on the door, leaving her with 12404 points.

The opening of the second god position requires 1 merit points.

After Zhao Fusheng discovered that the evil spirit in the Shilipo ghost case had exceeded the disaster level, he planned to use these merit points to unlock a god position and deify the evil spirit in his dream.

But in order to successfully become a god, one needs to actually get close to and see the evil spirit.

The evil ghost has been hiding in her dreams until now. She has no way of finding the true body of the evil ghost. The Conferred God Technique cannot be activated, so she has been in a passive position.

At this critical moment, we naturally cannot wait any longer.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw Kuai Manzhou struggling desperately, but the blood on the ground restricted her movements.

Once the little girl was restrained, her stubbornness surged up. She did not hesitate to tear her body apart, leaving her kneeling legs on the ground and forcing her broken upper body to float to the bloody surface.

The blood threads between the broken bodies stick together to keep them connected.

This trick is only used by Madam Zhuang Si. At this time, Kuai Manzhou's devilish nature is greater than his human nature.

As soon as she was free, she wanted to destroy the clay statue.

The blood in the child's body quickly spread out, forming a blood net, covering the clay statue.

The densely packed clay statue was instantly tied up with blood threads.

When Kuai Manyun saw that he had successfully tied up the ghost, a look of joy suddenly appeared on his pale face.

Just as the bloody threads were about to tighten and break the clay statue into several pieces, Zhang Chuanshi let out a shrill scream:

"what--"

"Man Zhou, don't do it." Zhao Fusheng shouted anxiously.

As she shouted, countless dense blood-red ghost strings wrapped around her body, tying her up.

At this time, not only Zhao Fusheng was bound by the ghost line, but also Zhang Chuanshi, Liu Yizhen and Meng Po - even Kuai Manzhou who used the power of a ghost, were all bound by the ghost line.

The moment Zhao Fusheng finished speaking, Kuai Manyu was caught off guard and was tightly bound by the ghost line. His strength was restricted and he fell from mid-air.

After the child fell to the ground, he was stunned for a moment, as if he couldn't react.

The blood from the broken leg pulled at her body, pulling her back from the pool of blood, and they squirmed and merged into one.

Kuai Manzhou remained kneeling on the ground, the blood sticking to her body, making it impossible for her to stand up.

"I--" The child was a little confused.

Zhao Fusheng was tied up and said calmly:
"believer."

"What do you mean?" Liu Yizhen asked with difficulty.

At this time, the ghost line was getting tighter and tighter, and it had already cut into his flesh. Blood was oozing out, making him feel breathless.

The ghost lines on the clay statue were also tightening, and a thin ghost line was tied around the neck of the clay statue - these marks that had appeared on the clay statue were now displayed one by one on Zhao Fusheng and the other four.

"We have been tricked. When we kneel before the clay statue, we become its believers. The damage it suffers will be transferred to its believers through the law."

Zhao Fusheng said:
"When the full force of the week hits the clay statue, we will be hurt in the same way."

When she said this, the others immediately understood.

Zhang Chuanshi said in despair:

"Doesn't that mean we died at Man Zhou's hands in disguise?"

Zhao Fusheng shook his head:
"Whether Man Zhou takes action or not, once we kneel down, we will be punished by the Clay Statue." She sighed.

"Don't forget, when the head of the clay statue falls to the ground, the evil spirit will revive."

When the head of the clay statue breaks, the heads of its believers in the ghost's dream will also break off - once a person dies in the ghost's dream, he will die immediately in reality.

This was also the reason why a large number of villagers from the Li family in Changsheng Town, the Yang family in Liutu Village, and other villages in Shilipo died.

"..."

He was going to die no matter what, and Zhang Chuanshi was in tears.

"do not worry--"

Zhao Fusheng had just opened his mouth and was about to use his power when Meng Po, who was kneeling beside him, suddenly moved:
"Don't worry."

She was the first to be bewitched by the evil spirit in her dream and fell into her inner demons. Even after waking up, she continued to kneel and did not move.

Until this moment when everyone was on the verge of death, Meng Po sighed and slowly got up from the pool of blood.

"!!!"

Zhao Fusheng's eyes widened.

Everyone was restricted by the ghost blood on the ground. Even Kuai Manzhou, who controlled two disaster-level evil ghosts, could not escape the constraints of the clay statue, but Meng Po stood up freely at this time.

The blood stuck to her knees could not trap her. As she stood up, the blood formed a web, trying to pull her back to the ground, but it was ultimately unsuccessful. It all broke and then turned into blood beads, flowing down her knees.

How did she do it?
"you--"

Zhang Chuanshi also widened his eyes, and was so shocked that he even forgot to speak.

Meng Po felt a little guilty:

"It's all my fault. I heard the screams and thought of my daughter, causing everyone else to be affected by this evil spirit." After she finished speaking, she muttered to herself:

"I haven't found Yishu yet. I can't die without knowing where my daughter is while I'm still alive."

"I will die with my eyes wide open."

She said:
"If I want to see him alive, I want to see his body. If he's dead, I want to see his body—"

When Meng Po said this, the aura around her quickly turned cold.

A large amount of blood began to overflow from her body, surrounding her entire body.

The blood light gathered and then rose slowly, forming a blood-red full moon that covered her head.

The moonlight poured down, covering Meng Po's body.

Under the blood-red moonlight, a thin wisp of blood-red smoke emerged from Meng Po's head, connecting to the blood moon above her head.

Even in a ghost dream, the power of the blood moon is still extraordinary.

Meng Po is protected by the blood moon and can move freely.

She looked up at the clay statue and said calmly:

"You were a good person when you were alive. I shouldn't have destroyed your temple and Dharma body. But I can't die, and neither can the master. She is also a good person—"

As soon as Meng Po finished speaking, she swung her hand forward violently.

She was good at making soup and cooking, but had no rules in fighting. Her swings and slaps did not look gorgeous or fierce, nor were they as powerful as Kuai Manzhou's.

But her slap carried an extremely terrifying power, and the blood moon was under her control.

The incense burner in front of the clay statue was hit, and the three burning ghost incense sticks immediately broke.

The smoke extinguished.