I become a god in another world

Chapter 324 The evil ghost appears
Chapter 324

As soon as the incense used to worship ghosts and gods was extinguished, the restraints that Zhao Fusheng and four others, as well as a horse, were restrained by the clay statue were immediately loosened.

‘Crack! ’

With a crisp sound, the four-legged copper stove was covered with cracks.

The rising incense aroma stagnated, and the clay statue began to become mottled.

Under the restraint of Kuai Manzhou's ghost thread, pieces of mud began to fall off the clay statue.

Meng Po's power does not stop there.

The blood moon above her head slowly rose into the sky, and the blood-red moonlight illuminated the earth.

Wherever the blood goes, all ghost and dream illusions fall apart.

The blood flowing on the ground was quickly divided into several pieces under the scorching moonlight. The blood was like a living thing, squirming desperately.

But the bloody moonlight was everywhere, and the blood clots quickly dried up. The shaking walls and ground began to shatter and turned into smoke and dust.

'Clap. '

The body of the clay statue was cracked and had criss-crossing lines.

Meng Po's expression was grim.

The blood-red moon appeared above her head, casting black and red shadows on the wrinkles on her face, making her look particularly terrifying at this moment.

She took a step forward towards the clay statue.

'Boom, boom, boom!'

Every step he took caused the haunted house to tremble.

As the blood on the ground dried up, the strange power that bound Zhao Fusheng and others loosened.

Everyone quickly got up, and Zhao Fusheng gave up the idea of ​​escaping.

"Meng Po is so strong——"

Liu Yi was still frightened.

He and Meng Po were old neighbors, and they had lived together for many years across the beggar's alley. When Liu Huacheng was alive, he often went to her stall to buy soup. No one had expected that this inconspicuous old woman would possess such terrifying power.

Zhang Chuanshi had escaped, but he was still kneeling on the ground, groping around.

Not long after, he found a copper box that had been burnt black and held it in his hand. Zhang Chuanshi was stunned for a long while.

"Lao Zhang——" Zhao Fusheng's voice rang out.

Zhang Chuanshi quickly hid his melancholy, and habitually showed a sad and timid look on his face:
"Aye, sir."

"Don't sit on the ground, lead the horse back." Zhao Fusheng warned:

"Stand in front, if a ghost appears, I'll grab you first--"

Her words scared Zhang Chuanshi.

The old man jumped up with incredible speed, stuffed the copper box into his arms, and before retreating, he did not forget to pull up the horse and retreat.

As soon as Zhao Fusheng finished speaking, the clay statue quickly turned mottled.

Kuai Manzhou also escaped.

This little girl holds a grudge.

She dealt with Qiao Yuesheng twice, but was at a disadvantage both times. Previously, she fell into a nightmare again because of the voice of Mrs. Zhuang Si and knelt in front of the clay statue.

When he thought of this, Kuai Manzhou's eyes were filled with blood.

As soon as she got up, she called out Madam Zhuang Si.

After Madam Zhuang Si appeared, a large number of blood-red ghost flowers suddenly bloomed at the shrine of the clay statue.

As soon as the ghost flower bloomed, it lured Madam Zhuang Si forward.

Under the blood moon, the evil ghost aura of Madam Zhuang Si was even more ferocious.

Kuai Manzhou and Meng Po joined forces, and in the blink of an eye, the clay statue shattered much faster.

The mud quickly cracked and fell to the ground in large quantities.

In a short while, the clay statue was reduced to more than half its size by the combined power of the two, and the entire statue shrunk a lot.

The remaining clay statues also began to become unstable and the space began to collapse - this was a good sign.

This means that the combined power of Meng Po and Kuai Manzhou is extremely strong and has suppressed the power of the clay statue.

Once the ghost dream collapses, everyone trapped in the ghost dream will wake up and return to reality.

The blood moon above Meng Po's head rose higher and higher.

Wherever the full moon goes, ghost dreams melt away silently.

The roof retreated like mist, and the blood-stained walls began to twist and disappear.

The clay statue was shattered into pieces, and it was hard to see the original smile.

At this moment, Zhao Fusheng suddenly shivered for no apparent reason.

An inexplicable trembling and fear surged into her heart, and she felt uneasy instinctively, as if death was approaching.

Zhao Fusheng suddenly raised his head and looked at the clay statue.

The clay statue that had been shaking in front of the little girl and Meng Po had calmed down at some point, and the cracks on the originally broken shrine had stopped expanding outward.

"Boom boom boom"

The ghost dream that was originally disappearing silently suddenly stabilized and the ground stopped shaking.

The most important thing is that when Zhao Fusheng looked up at Meng Po, he found that the blood moon above her head was no longer rising in the sky.

The bloody walls did not continue to melt under the moonlight, and the body of the clay statue stopped shaking.

……

Several people straightened their backs at the same time, feeling a murderous aura reviving.

A shadow appeared from behind the clay statue, and the black shadow quickly covered the clay statue like a rising tide.

Where there was a shadow, the broken clay statues began to be repaired.

The criss-crossing cracks on the shrine seemed to be pulled by some strange force, squirming and closing again.

The collapsed incense burner gradually recovered to its original state, and the three incense sticks that were broken by Meng Po's palm suddenly emitted green smoke from the broken ends - in a flash of green light, the incense was lit again.

The green mist began to dissipate, confronting the blood moon, and even forced Meng Po to retreat several steps!
With the nourishment of the green mist, the dried blood on the ground revived and began to flow again.

The surface of the clay statue, entangled by Kuai Manzhou's ghost lines, shattered silently one by one.

"Qiao Yuesheng——"

Zhao Fusheng sighed and looked at the terrifying shadow behind the clay statue with a complicated expression.

The shadow was shrouded by the green incense, and the image could not be seen clearly.

But even though the evil ghost has not actually appeared yet and has only revealed some clues, it has already brought great psychological pressure to everyone.

Meng Po is very powerful, and Kuai Manzhou is also a strong man who can control two disaster-level evil spirits, but when the two of them join forces, they are already at a disadvantage in front of Qiao Yuesheng.

The ghost did not appear, but it was able to fight the two men to a standstill just by relying on its clay statue body.

The green mist and the red moon confront each other.

The light of the blood moon seems soft, but wherever it shines it has a huge impact on the dreams of evil spirits.

But the mist formed by the green aroma of incense was like the clouds that accompanied the moon, blocking the moonlight.

The blood-red moonlight penetrated the green air, and then more incense smell trapped the moon again.

The two forces confronted and competed with each other, neither giving in.

The ghost realm twisted, disappeared, and then reshaped again.

During this process, Meng Po's body began to be covered with green smoke, which entangled her and where the green mist stained her clothes, the clothes quickly turned into mud.

In a moment, part of Meng Po's body had turned into a clay statue.

She walked against the green mist, and when she passed by Kuai Manzhou, she took the medicine jar from the child's arms.

Meng Po held the jar and slowly approached the revived clay statue.

"Tap, tap, tap." With heavy footsteps, she quickly walked to the clay statue. The evil spirit was hiding behind the clay statue. The incense of the clay statue was revived. There was a huge crack on the neck. Green smoke escaped from the broken neck, wrapping Meng Po tightly.

At this time, most of Meng Po's body had turned into clay, which made her steps stagger and extremely heavy.

"Meng Po——"

When Zhao Fusheng saw this scene, his heart sank and he was about to step forward.

Meng Po dragged her heavy body to stand in front of the clay statue, stretched out her half-mud arm with great effort, and handed out the jar in her arms:

"Guest, would you like some soup?"

"The soup cooked by Meng Po is the best in the world. When my daughter Yishu was young, it was her favorite."

Most of her cheeks were ginger-colored, as if they were carved from mud, which made her expression weird, stiff, and somewhat labored when she spoke.

Meng Po held the jar in both hands, raised it in the air, and handed it to the clay figure.

"..."

"..."

Liu Yizhen and Zhang Chuansheng were stunned, staring blankly at the scene in front of them.

Zhang Chuanshi thought: Meng Po must be crazy.

Her soup can turn people from the living to the dead, and make ghosts melt after drinking it. Now she is passing it to the clay figure, but what does the clay figure know? !

But in this world, no one can refuse Meng Po's soup.

Even if he was as stubborn as Zhang Chuanshi, he drank the soup the moment Zhao Fusheng handed him the bowl. Even a ghost couldn't refuse!
As the four of them watched, they saw the shadow behind the shrine sway.

Then an incredible scene appeared.

The clay statue that was originally sitting on the shrine suddenly moved with a "click, click" sound. It raised its arm and took the medicine jar handed to it by Meng Po.

A strong bitter smell of medicine then dissipated. The clay figure holding the soup pot did not move at all, but the dark soup turned into a life-threatening chain that entangled its arms.

The chain formed by the bitter medicine first wrapped around the clay figure's arms, then around the neck and body.

“Pah, pah—”

In an instant, black gas spread all over the clay figure as the medicinal gas spread.

Even to ghosts, this black air was like the most terrifying poison in the world, spreading from the clay figure's body to the shadow behind it, enveloping it altogether.

The sound of shattering was endless.

The previously reassembled clay statue quickly fell apart the moment it 'drank' Meng Po's soup.

This kind of shattering cannot be stopped even if Qiao Yuesheng's evil ghost appears and revives.

The red moon in the sky suddenly became bright, and the originally gentle moonlight suddenly became dazzling.

The blood-red light and shadow were like a sharp blade cutting through tofu, sweeping away all the smoke with overwhelming force.

Then the roof was torn apart, the bleeding walls turned into powder, the blood moon hung high in the sky, and the moonlight swept across the ghost realm.

boom! ! !
The earth shook violently all around, and the shrine and the clay statue instantly shattered under the moonlight.

Under the cover of the blood moon, Zhao Fusheng only felt a strong ghost breath oppressing her. Her eyes went dark, and before she lost consciousness, she vaguely saw a headless shadow holding a long knife standing in front of everyone in the blood-filled sky.

Then, the shadow raised the knife and swung it above his head - "whoosh".

There seemed to be a sound of rapid breathing, and Zhao Fusheng instinctively shrank his neck.

The shadow of the knife flashed past her, and the headless ghost was not slashing at her with the knife, but at the blood moon in the sky.

The dense ghostly aura blocked out the sky and transformed into a dark blue ghost bridge that went straight to the sky.

At the moment when the murderous aura of the ghost sword was about to hit the red moon, a thin red mist suddenly appeared in the air, covering the blood moon.

As soon as the demon sword's sword rainbow approached Sagiri, it was like a muddy sea and was sank into it.

The red and blue colors interweave with each other, and the space of the ghost dream is distorted.

Before she could even breathe a sigh of relief, she immediately lost consciousness.

……

"Tattt ...

The sound of horse hooves mixed with the sound of wheels rang in Zhao Fusheng's ears.

She felt like she was lying in a small boat, sailing through a storm, her body swaying from side to side in the tossing and turning, until her head hit the wall of the car with a 'bang', and she was suddenly awakened.

Zhao Fusheng held his head, stunned for a moment.

She sat up and turned her head.

"The head is still there."

Zhao Fusheng breathed a sigh of relief.

But as soon as she said this, she was stunned.

Why would she suddenly say something like that for no reason?

Just when she was confused, many disorganized memories suddenly flooded into her mind.

Demon Suppression Division, Liutu Village, Headless Ghost Case, Shili Slope...

There was a wild temple with strange clay statues, Sun Sanniang, Lijiaao, and later Kuai Manzhou fought a battle with the clay statues. Then everyone entered the deserted village clan school and was forced into a house...

All the images were connected to each other, and Zhao Fusheng suddenly remembered his lost memories.

They encountered a clay statue in the clan school and nearly died in the village. Afterwards, Meng Po suddenly took action and forced the evil ghost out of its form. Finally, she summoned Hong Yue and broke the deadlock with a bowl of Meng Po soup.

'hiss! '

As the memories came back to him, Zhao Fusheng took a deep breath and instinctively reached out to touch his neck.

"The head is still there!"

This time when she spoke again, her tone was much firmer.

Under the circumstances at that time, the headless ghost's true form must have appeared.

Although Meng Po was strong, she was still restricted and at a disadvantage when facing Qiao Yuesheng, who had already enjoyed the incense.

Why didn't everyone die under the circumstances at that time?

When the headless ghost appeared, why did he kill Hongyue instead of Mengpo?
And what was the red mist that suddenly appeared at the moment when Hongyue was cut?
Zhao Fusheng's consciousness was on the verge of collapse at that time, but when she thought about it carefully now, the red gauze curtain seemed to be covered with black marks. Unfortunately, she did not see it clearly at that time.

All kinds of doubts flashed through Zhao Fusheng's mind one by one.

But once she realized she was not dead, she immediately began to wonder where she was.

She turned her head and looked around, and found that she was actually on a moving carriage.

What surprised Zhao Fusheng was that it was already bright outside, not the long period of darkness and green fog that he had in his ghost dream.

She felt happy.

Then she saw Meng Po in the carriage and Kuai Manzhou sleeping with his arms around her.

Liu Yizhen was lying on the coffin lid, sleeping soundly, and next to him was Zhang Chuanshi sitting.

Zhao Fusheng felt relieved: the five people from the Demon Suppression Division were all safe and sound, and they were all alive and well.

She had just put down the heavy stone in her heart, and then she sat up again:
"Where's my horse? It's gone--"

"horse?"

Zhang Chuanshi, who was sitting against the carriage, heard this, scratched his cheek, and said vaguely:

"The horse is gone—"

After he said this, he suddenly shuddered and his eyes widened:

"The horse is gone?" He was in agony:

"Seven thousand coins..."

After shouting, he stared at Zhao Fusheng blankly for a long while, then belatedly looked around, and then touched his body:
"Sir, why are we here——"

Zhao Fusheng didn't have time to chat with him at this time:
"My horse is missing. Seven thousand coins. Hurry up and wake up Meng Po, Yi Zhen and the others. First find a way to figure out our current situation, and then find the horse—"

"Oh oh oh."

Zhang Chuanshi nodded hurriedly.