I become a god in another world

Chapter 325 Reunion of old friends

Chapter 325

“Yizhen, Yizhen—” Zhang Chuanshi turned around and pushed Liu Yizhen first, then saw Meng Po sleeping with her head tilted to the side:
"Meng Po——"

As soon as he called out "Meng Po", his fingers moved involuntarily and his lips twitched subconsciously.

"Wake up, wake up."

When Meng Po heard someone calling her, she answered twice without opening her eyelids. After a long time, she slowly opened her eyes.

Next came Kuai Manzhou, who was lying on Zhao Fusheng's knees.

The child seemed to have heard the noise from others and moved slowly.

Liu Yizhen also woke up from the coffin.

After everyone woke up, they first turned around and looked around, realizing their situation and noticing that it was already bright outside.

After a while, everyone remembered what happened earlier, and they all touched their necks at the same time:
"We——" Liu Yizhen hesitated:

"Is this alive or dead?"

Am I back to reality or still in a dream?

Zhao Fusheng glanced at him:
"Alive." She first answered Liu Yizhen's question, and then said:

"We should still be trapped in a nightmare."

Not only are they trapped in a ghost dream, but they should have entered a deeper level of ghost dream - in other words, they are getting closer and closer to ghosts.

Danger may come at any time, and the situation may be much more dangerous than when we were studying in the deserted village.

Liu Yizhen looked stern and asked her:

"How can you be so sure?"

"Lao Zhang is in the car."

Zhao Fusheng replied to him.

Everyone was stunned when they heard this, and Meng Po smiled bitterly:
"Master Zhang was driving the car when we arrived."

Zhang Chuanshi also scratched his messy hair:
"Yeah, why am I sitting in the car--" he said, turned his head to look outside the car, and then his eyes lit up:
"Sir, the horses are pulling the cart."

He recognized the ghost horse that had traveled with him to Shilipo this time, and a smile appeared on his face:
"The horse is not lost, and the seven thousand coins are saved."

Zhao Fusheng turned his head and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

After confirming that there was no financial loss to the Demon Suppression Division, the brief joy passed, and the dangerous situation they were in made the five people frown involuntarily.

After the memories were restored, scenes such as everyone being trapped in the clan school, fighting with the headless ghost, and Meng Po summoning the bloody moon appeared in everyone's mind one by one.

"Sir, what should we do this time?"

Zhang Chuanshi had a bitter face:
"We can't fight and we can't run away. Are we just going to be trapped in this nightmare, in an endless cycle?"

As he spoke, he subconsciously reached into his arms.

Zhang Chuanshi took out a cold copper box in his arms. The copper box was the size of a child's palm, burnt black, and empty inside.

He took it in his hand and played with it for a few times, looking stunned for a moment.

At this moment, Liu Yizhen glanced at him and sighed:

"Trapped in a nightmare? Infinite loop? That's a real dream."

"How to say?"

Zhang Chuanshi was stunned for a moment, holding the copper box, then raised his head.

Zhao Fusheng said:

"Every time we enter a deeper level of ghost dream, we are closer to the evil spirit."

The closer you are to the ghost, the more danger is approaching.

After she said this, Zhang Chuanshi also understood what Liu Yizhen meant:

"In other words, if we encounter a ghost, we will die. If we die in a dream, we will just be a headless corpse in reality?"

"Yes." Zhao Fusheng nodded.

"..." Zhang Chuanshi suddenly felt melancholy and dared not play with the copper box anymore:
"What should I do?"

"The headless ghost is too ferocious--" Liu Yizhen said here and couldn't help but glance at the ghost coffin in front of him.

I don’t know if it’s a coincidence or not, but the two headless ghosts are both more ferocious than each other. Could it be that the evil ghosts from people who died from beheadings are particularly powerful when they are resurrected?
When Liu Yi's thoughts were really divergent, Zhao Fusheng took a deep breath:
"We've already found the horse, so let's just take it one step at a time." She said this and leaned out to look outside:

"We are in a ghost dream. According to the law of evil spirits killing people, the evil spirit will eventually lure us to get closer to it--"

When she got to this point, she turned around and shouted:
"Mother Meng."

Meng Po looked up at her, but before she could say anything, she heard someone outside shouting:

"Be careful. If you bump into Master Zhang's coffin, I'll send you all to the Paper Man Shop and make you into corpse slaves!"

"..."

When Liu Yizhen heard someone talking, he was startled, his muscles tensed, and he stood up suddenly and wanted to look outside.

Zhao Fusheng was a little surprised at first.

After all, after leaving Lijiaao and entering the deserted village clan school, everyone had not seen a living person since then. At this moment, they suddenly heard someone talking, and their hearts tightened.

"Master Zhang? Coffin?" Zhao Fusheng rolled his eyes and looked at Zhang Chuanshi:
"There is only one person here named Zhang, and he happens to be selling coffins—"

Zhang Chuanshi was also a little confused.

He closed the burnt empty box in his hand and put it in his arms, then stood up.

"I gonna go see."

But just as he moved, he froze again, turned his head to look at Zhao Fusheng, and laughed:

"Sir, let Manzhou accompany me—"

He remembered that this was a ghost dream and he might encounter a headless ghost at any time.

But before he finished speaking, he changed his mind:

"It's better for Meng Po to accompany me."

When studying in the deserted village, Meng Po showed extraordinary strength. She was able to summon the blood moon, interrupt the ghost incense in front of the clay statue in the wild temple, and force out the ghost shadow of Qiao Yuesheng, which shocked Qiao Yuesheng.

Zhao Fusheng nodded.

Although this level of ghost dreams seems to be in broad daylight and there are other people around, it is actually much more dangerous than the previous ghost dreams of night walks and deserted villages.

The headless ghost holding a knife may appear at any time. Zhang Chuanshi doesn't have a ghost to control, so it would be much safer to have someone accompany him.

Meng Po immediately stood up:

"Then Master Zhang and I will go out and take a look."

Zhang Chuanshi was now full of confidence as he had someone to accompany him. He was the first to jump off the carriage, turned around and looked around, and heard someone shouting not far away:

"Hey, Master Zhang is getting off the car."

The 'Master Zhang' mentioned by the person who spoke earlier was indeed him.

Zhang Chuanshi turned his head and looked at what was going on. Then a look of surprise appeared on his face:

"It's you?!"

His expression was out of control for a moment, and Zhao Fusheng could clearly see his panic. He took a half step back, leaning his back against Gui Ma, and said:
"How come you're still alive—here?"

"Master Zhang is confused."

Zhao Fusheng did not hear the sound of footsteps, but he heard the voice getting closer, and he smiled and said:

"We carry coffins to Shilipo every May and June. This has been a tradition for several years."

"But he didn't come last year!" Zhang Chuanshi said in horror.

The owner of the voice seemed to be stunned for a moment after hearing what he said, then asked: "Why not come? There are many dead people here, and the villagers are proud and rich. They can earn one or two taels of silver from a coffin. If they sell this kind of business every year, it is enough to keep the business open for a year."

Zhang Chuanshi instinctively turned his head to look inside the car, his face filled with horror:
“That’s true, but—”

"Master Zhang, the car has arrived. The village is just ahead."

After saying that, the man seemed to point his finger.

As soon as he finished speaking, the people in the car looked forward and saw lush green forests outside. Among the green trees, stacked houses could be vaguely seen.

"The villagers are not easy to deal with, Master Zhang. Your car has already arrived. If you leave now, the villagers might think we are playing a trick on them."

The person who spoke lowered his voice and said earnestly:

"These villagers are ignorant, fierce and violent, with blood on their hands. This is not a county town. If a conflict breaks out——"

Having said this, he paused, deliberately leaving some time for Zhang Chuanshi to digest the clues, and finally said:
"It would be bad if someone got injured or died."

After that, he smiled and asked Zhang Chuanshi:

"Master Zhang, don't you think so?"

Zhang Chuanshi nodded woodenly.

Meng Po climbed out of the car, looked around, then turned to look at Zhao Fusheng:
"No one was seen."

"..."

The people in the car were speechless.

The situation was a bit strange, but since everyone was in a ghost dream, many things could not be explained by common sense. Zhao Fusheng coughed:
"Since we are almost at the village, let's go in first and talk."

As soon as she said this, Zhang Chuanshi felt as if he had been pardoned, and hurriedly urged Meng Po to climb back into the car.

As soon as the two got in the car, the voice outside sounded again:

"Oh, that's right. This gentleman is really smart. Now that we are entering the village, there is no turning back. What do you think, isn't this true?"

"Yes Yes Yes."

Someone in the distance answered loudly.

Meng Po went out and said that there was no one outside, but from the sound now, there were at least four or five people outside.

Zhao Fusheng had dealt with many evil spirits. She was not even afraid of Qiao Yuesheng, so naturally she was not afraid of the owner of this voice - after all, he was just a ghost and was nothing compared to the real owner.

She asked with interest:
"How many years have you been selling coffins in the village?"

The 'man' replied across the carriage:

"I have been following Master Zhang into the village for several years. It was really dangerous last year. I almost died in the village."

"Last year?" Zhao Fusheng asked:
“What year was last year?”

The person outside the carriage seemed stunned for a moment after hearing this, and then said:

"The Han Dynasty lasted 243 years."

Zhang Chuanshi shuddered again and sat down obediently with his legs crossed.

The man said a few words, and heard a clang from behind. He cursed a few times, then smiled and said:
"Let's not talk about it for now. The road here is difficult to walk on. I have to keep an eye on it to prevent the coffin from being bumped. The people in Niulan Village are very picky. If the coffin is bumped, they will get angry."

"Okay." Zhao Fusheng nodded:

"Just go and get busy."

The 'person' didn't speak again.

There was silence for a moment, as if the 'person' had gone far away.

Zhang Chuanshi's face turned from dark blue to white, and he seemed to have calmed down a lot.

Zhao Fusheng's eyes fell on him. He knew that everyone had many questions in their hearts. After he recovered from his shock, he said:

"The man who spoke earlier was called Lu Dajiang. He was originally a pawnbroker in the city. His brother-in-law works as a runner in the county government office, responsible for collecting taxes in Sifang Town and Shilipo. He has a lot of connections."

He revealed the identity of that 'person':

"When spices appeared in Shilipu, they needed coffins. It was originally through his connections. I promised to give him five cents of silver for every coffin I sold."

With this introduction, the relationship between the two parties becomes clear.

Zhao Fusheng nodded slightly:
"You seemed a little scared when you saw 'him' before."

"Why not be afraid?" Zhang Chuanshi patted his chest with lingering fear.
"Your Excellency may not know that we have been doing coffin business for several times and have made a lot of money every time, but this boy is dishonest and bold. Last year - no no no -"

Zhang Chuanshi was shocked and frightened. He followed Lu Dajiang's words and said the wrong year. He quickly changed his words:
"Two years ago, he—"

Having said this, he paused for a moment and looked embarrassed.

"What did you do?" Zhao Fusheng asked.

Although the villagers of Niulan Village and Yezhu Village in Shilipu are fierce, they are still "villagers" after all. Although they fought over the dispute over spices and were particularly fierce, except for fighting for the incense, they generally abide by their duties and will not easily cause trouble.

Zhang Chuanshi mentioned that he had come here to sell coffins a few years ago and made a lot of profit, but later he stopped doing this business. Apparently he had offended the villagers and they dared not come again.

Zhao Fusheng had guessed this before, but because it did not involve a ghost case and it was Zhang Chuanshi's privacy, she did not ask any more questions.

But the situation is different now.

Lu Dajiang became a ghost, and he must have died in Shilipo. So Zhao Fusheng naturally had to ask about the things related to his death.

"He, he--" Zhang Chuanshi's eyes flickered, and he didn't dare to look into Zhao Fusheng's eyes.

But when he saw Lu Dajiang, he was afraid at first, but then he knew that he couldn't avoid this topic, so he bit the bullet and said:
"That's right, after we sold the coffin, Lu Dajiang said it was not easy to transport the coffin and we had to hire some people—"

Shilipo is particularly dangerous.

People in the nearby Sifang Town knew that the fighting was fierce here and the villagers were tough, so they didn't dare to step in easily.

If you want to hire someone to deliver the coffin to the village, you have to raise the wages.

Of course, these are all excuses.

The main reason was that the fighting in Shilipo was getting more and more severe, the number of deaths was increasing every year, and the demand for coffins was also gradually increasing. Zhang Chuanshi could not provide so many, and the villagers had already complained about it in the previous year.

"Lu Dajiang heard that the villagers were interested in buying coffins from people in other counties, so he became anxious and proposed to wait until the villagers buried the bodies, then pretend to leave, go back and dig up the graves, take the coffins away, and then sell them back later—"

Before Zhang Chuanshi could finish his words, Meng Po started to scold him:

"How wicked!"

Zhang Chuanshi also knew that this idea was immoral, so he dared not say a word and just let Meng Po scold him dejectedly.

"That year, he took five of his men with him and promised to give them money, but they were caught before they even started using their shovels."

The villagers are extremely tough.

Just as 'Lu Dajiang' said before, these people have blood on their hands and have taken lives, so they will not easily let these unscrupulous businessmen off.

On that day, these people had their hands and feet chopped off and were buried in coffins together.

……

Zhang Chuanshi is a profiteer who loves money like his life, but he is also afraid of trouble and dares not get involved in this matter.

"I knew it would be difficult for Lu Dajiang and his men to succeed, so I secretly left when they took action. I even forgot to settle the accounts for that year with the people in Niulan Village. What a loss! What a loss!" When Zhang Chuanshi thought of this, he slapped his thigh and shook his head, his face full of regret, and even his fear faded a lot.

This was one of the few losses he had suffered since he opened his business, and he was too embarrassed to mention it to anyone later.

Zhao Fusheng said:

"That is to say, the last time you came to Shilipo was in the 243rd year of the Han Dynasty."

Zhang Chuanshi nodded, and Zhao Fusheng continued:
"Yang Guiying said that Qiao Yuesheng died two years ago."

When she said this, Liu Yizhen's heart was moved:
"Two years ago, that is 244. Lu Dajiang said earlier that last year was 243."

By this calculation, 'this year' is exactly 244 years.

Everyone looked at each other and said in unison:

"It's a matter of life and death for Qiao Yue."