I become a god in another world

Chapter 326: Venturing into the Village
Chapter 326

At this point, Liu Yizhen paused:
"It looks like we are going to enter Niulan Village this time—" He turned his head to look at Zhao Fusheng and asked:

"Fusheng, do you think we will run into Qiao Yuesheng?"

Upon hearing this, several people's hearts skipped a beat, and Zhang Chuanshi honestly shivered.

The name 'Qiao Yuesheng' became a shadow in his heart.

Not only was the evil ghost's threat terrifying, but the ghost also evoked his past memories, causing him unbearable pain, yet he was unable to avoid it.

Kuai Manzhou clenched his fists, blood oozed from his pupils, and his expression was sinister.

The headless ghost that controls ghost dreams is too powerful. Even if Meng Po and Kuai Manzhou work together, they are still suppressed by this evil ghost.

"No matter what, we will always get closer to the ghost's true form." Zhao Fusheng said this and turned to look at Meng Po:
"Meng Po, do you still remember the scene when the headless ghost appeared earlier?"

She had wanted to ask Meng Po this question for a long time, but was interrupted by Lu Dajiang who suddenly appeared.

Zhao Fusheng's words made Meng Po stunned:
"Was it when you were hiding behind the shrine?"

Liu Yizhen looked at Zhao Fusheng with some surprise.

When the shadow of the headless ghost appeared behind the clay statue, everyone should have been conscious. Why did she suddenly ask this question?

"No, it was after you gave the soup to the clay statue—" Zhao Fusheng shook his head.

As soon as she finished speaking, she noticed that the expressions of the others were a little strange.

"Didn't you see the headless ghost appear?" Zhao Fusheng asked.

Zhang Chuanshi bit his fingernails, still feeling terrified by Lu Dajiang's appearance and the fact that he was about to enter the village. When he heard Zhao Fusheng's question, he looked up in confusion:

"We saw it when Meng Po handed over the soup, but then the dream collapsed. I only remember the red moon and the green mist, and I don't know what happened afterwards."

Liu Yizhen also nodded:

"I lost consciousness at that point."

Meng Po also said:

"After I handed over the soup, my eyes started to turn red, and I felt like the clay was shattering. I couldn't remember what happened afterwards—" She said with some regret:

"Did your Excellency see something strange?"

Her words made Liu Yizhen and others stare at Zhao Fusheng. Even Kuai Manzhou stood up and looked at Zhao Fusheng with wide eyes.

Zhao Fusheng nodded.

Liu Yizhen's expression was a little complicated. In addition to being happy, there was also a hint of disbelief.

After Qiao Yuesheng and Meng Po fought, the impact of the two ghosts caused the dream to shatter and everyone lost consciousness. But under that situation at the time, Zhao Fusheng was able to hold on to the end, which shows that her character, perseverance and even overall strength should be better than those of other people in the Demon Suppression Division.

She hasn't made a move yet, but she appears calm and said she is 50% sure of escaping the nightmare, so she must be prepared.

Liu Yizhen calmed down and asked:
"Have you seen Qiao Yuesheng?"

Zhao Fusheng said:
"I saw a headless ghost holding a machete—" She stretched out her hand to measure the length, which made Meng Po's eyelids jump. She reached out to press the back of her hand:

"Sir, it is not appropriate to compete with such a vicious creature." Meng Po gently but firmly pushed Zhao Fusheng's hand back to its original place, and looked at Zhao Fusheng with a smile:
"My family members once said that this kind of evil creature is cunning. If you measure the length, it will come to find you."

At this moment, Meng Po no longer looked like she did when she fought against the ghosts and gods before. She looked like an ordinary, kind old woman, and said in a gentle voice:
"Such a vicious thing has an evil nature."

Zhao Fusheng smiled.

In fact, as the head of the Demon Suppression Command, she is doing work related to ghosts. Controlling and exorcising ghosts are part of her daily life, and it is not a bad thing to touch evil things.

However, Meng Po obviously regarded her as a very close person, so she was willing to give her concerned reminders.

Zhao Fusheng did not refute, but obediently put away his hand and continued:
"It raised its sword and slashed at the blood moon." After saying that, it added:
"I suspect that the knife was the one that killed Qiao Yuesheng."

In other words, the real headless ghost of Shilipu has a companion that is extremely evil, and it does not just rely on clay statues to kill people.

Everyone looked horrified, not knowing what was going to happen next.

When they heard her mention the headless ghost appearing with a knife, they all felt terrified.

"But when the sword light slashed towards the blood moon, a layer of red suddenly appeared on the moon--" Zhao Fusheng frowned and said the words he had already organized in his mind:

"It's not accurate to say it's gauze. It's like a layer of hazy window paper with crisscrossing black marks on it." She thought for a moment and then said:
"It looks like a ghost spell, and it is somewhat similar to the ghost spell symbols in the Soul Fate Book."

"..."

Liu Yizhen and others looked at each other, all speechless.

Zhao Fusheng said again:
"When the knife struck the blood-red 'paper', it was as if the power was taken away." She sighed:
"After I woke up, I thought, maybe it was this layer of 'paper' that saved us."

What she said was so bizarre and strange that it was unbelievable.

"Blood-red 'paper'——" Zhang Chuanshi said:
"What kind of 'paper' could actually stop a headless ghost's attack like this—" His eyes flickered, "Sir, did you see it wrongly?"

Before Zhao Fusheng could say anything, Lu Dajiang's voice rang out again:
"We've arrived at Niulan Village!"

The voice interrupted the conversation of several people. Everyone's body tensed up involuntarily and they lost interest in chatting.

Zhao Fusheng looked out the window and saw the shadow of a village appearing behind the dense forest in the distance.

Lu Dajiang's voice disappeared.

Zhao Fusheng suppressed his doubts about the blood-stained paper with the "ghost curse" that appeared on the red moon and looked at Zhang Chuanshi:

"Lao Zhang, you came to Niulan Village. Did you see Qiao Yuesheng when you came here?"

Zhang Chuanshi was a little nervous and shook his head:

"No."

After he finished speaking, he explained:

"Sir, we are delivering a coffin—" He sighed:

"Actually, now that you mention it, I have heard of Qiao Yuesheng, but I didn't mention his name before."

He made a bitter face and scratched his cheeks twice, looking uneasy:

"Your Excellency may not know that Niulan Village is divided into two villages, the inner village and the outer village. The inner village is inhabited by the villagers, while the outer village is used to entertain outsiders."

This is what is commonly known as receiving pilgrims, vendors, etc.

"Every time we come back, we enter the village at night and stay outside. We don't go into the village. I heard that some people in the village don't like people like us."

"I don't like people like you?" Liu Yizhen asked curiously:
"You are just vendors selling coffins."

"Yes." Zhang Chuanshi nodded:

"But after all, we are selling coffins, and some people think it is unlucky."

He said:
"Anyway, I've been in Niulan Village for a few years, and the receptionists in the village always remind me not to rush into the village, in case I run into that old man."

Zhang Chuanshi smiled bitterly:
"I guess this master is Qiao Yuesheng."

Zhao Fusheng nodded:
"It is very likely," she said.

"Qiao Yuesheng is a decent person." Sun Sanniang and Luo Liu both mentioned that Qiao Yuesheng was very unhappy about the annual fighting between Niulan Village and Wild Boar Village.

From the fact that he selflessly taught people how to make incense, sold spices to villagers, divided the money fairly without deducting anything from the villagers, and also opened a clan school, it can be seen that this person's vision, knowledge, and character are completely different from those of ordinary villagers.

Zhang Chuanshi sells coffins and makes money from the dead, which must make a person of upright character like Qiao Yuesheng particularly unhappy.

But the villagers have different ideas from him, so conflicts arise in the village.

"Since we're already here, let's talk about it after we enter the village."

As soon as Zhao Fusheng finished speaking, Lu Dajiang's voice rang out from outside:
"You can't enter the village at this time." This 'person' is elusive and most people can't see him, but he speaks several times at critical moments.

At this time, the five people from the Demon Suppression Division had already gone deep into the ghost dream and were close to the real body of the evil ghost. Under pressure, Zhao Fusheng let go of his hands and feet and simply treated Lu Dajiang as a "living person" who could talk to him, and asked him:

"why?"

"We have to wait until dark." Lu Dajiang said.

As soon as he finished speaking, the sky darkened rapidly.

One moment it was sunny, the next it was dark.

'Chirp.'

Two insect chirps suddenly sounded in the suddenly quiet night, and Lu Dajiang said happily:

"Master Zhang, let's go into the village now."

There was a rustling sound in the distance, and two figures holding forks appeared.

Behind them was the light of a fire in the distant village. The light and shadow stretched the two figures extremely long, and they looked coldly in the direction of the vehicle.

When Zhang Chuanshi saw this scene, he couldn't help but shudder and whispered:
"Lu Dajiang's hands and feet were cut off by this fork."

"Let's go, let's go into the village."

Lu Dajiang outside was completely unaware of what was happening and was ordering his men to carry the coffin into the village.

Amid the rumbling sound of wheels, it seemed that several carriages passed by the carriage where everyone was and went towards the village entrance.

Lu Dajiang's voice sounded outside the carriage:

"Master Zhang, how about I drive the carriage for you?"

"Lao Zhang, go and catch the car."

Zhao Fusheng ignored him this time and looked at Zhang Chuanshi:

"Keep an eye on my horse."

Zhang Chuanshi had a bitter face:
"My lord, your life is in danger, and you are still thinking about the horse——"

Before he could finish his words, he saw Zhao Fusheng frowning and glaring at him. He quickly stood up and sat down to drive the coach, chattering non-stop.

The two villagers led the vehicle in the direction of the village.

Due to the constant fighting between Niulan Village and Wild Boar Village, the villages here are completely different from the villages Zhao Fusheng had visited, and have already developed a certain scale of city defense.

A trench was dug outside and a high wall was built, with many sharpened broken tiles placed on the top of the wall to prevent strangers from sneaking into the village.

According to Zhang Chuanshi, Niulan Village is divided into inner and outer villages, and the outer village no longer looks like a village but more like a town.

Although the town also has a dirt road, it is paved with stones and many houses have signs hanging on them, which should be some shops.

Zhang Chuanshi had been here before. He rode his horse and followed the two shadows of villagers in front of him, until they stopped in front of a low bungalow.

The bungalow was not tall and had no door. Two thick green curtains were hung on the door, and light escaped from the gaps between the curtains.

“This is the house we lived in before.”

Zhang Chuanshi jumped out of the car first and turned around to introduce himself to everyone.

Zhao Fusheng and others got off the carriage one by one and looked around.

Compared with the surrounding houses, other houses nearby are obviously taller, with relatively delicate eaves and big red lanterns hanging below, revealing a hint of weirdness in the festive atmosphere.

The red light shone all around, and inside the house one could hear a number of people playing finger-guessing games, drinking, screaming, and laughing.

The light from the house shone through the half-open window. It seemed as if someone sensed the presence of a stranger outside, and a figure twisted his waist and stood in front of the window.

Judging from the shadow, the figure looked like a woman.

Then Zhao Fusheng saw a hand holding a pipe stretched out, and with a "bang" the wooden stick supporting the window was removed, and the window was immediately closed tightly.

"The houses on both sides are for the merchants who buy spices to live in." Zhang Chuanshi saw Zhao Fusheng's eyes fall on these houses and explained in a low voice:

"These merchants are not only from Wan'an County, some are even big merchants from Changping County and Xuzhou. These people are either rich or noble, and they come here to wait for the incense."

During the process of collecting incense, the villagers will entertain these "distinguished guests" well.

Their identities are different from those of "bosses" like Zhang Chuanshi who sell coffins.

After recruiting these merchants, he decided the prices of spices sold in the village.

After Zhang Chuanshi finished speaking, he noticed that Zhao Fusheng was always staring at the house next door, and thought that she thought the house next door was more luxurious, so he said:

"My Lord, these rooms are unlucky—"

"I seemed to see a familiar shadow." said Zhao Fusheng.

"What?" Zhang Chuanshi was stunned when he heard this:
"Acquaintance? Who?"

Liu Yi's heart was moved.

Zhao Fusheng had never been to Shilipu before, so naturally he had no acquaintances there, but after everyone entered the place, they did interact with several locals.

He thought for a while and said:
"Have you seen Luo Liu and the others?"

Zhao Fusheng said:

"I seem to have seen Sun Sanniang."

She said this and added:
"When the window was closed just now, someone came over to close the window with a cigarette. I saw that the pipe was similar to the one that Sun Sanniang hung around her waist at that time."

She was cautious and had a good memory. When she dealt with Sun Sanniang, Luo Liu and others, she kept these people's characteristics in mind.

As soon as he saw the hand holding the pipe, he immediately recognized the man's identity.

Zhang Chuanshi was shocked when he heard this:
"Sun Sanniang is actually here? That's not a good place to be."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Dajiang's voice sounded again:
"Master Zhang, please come in and have a rest. We have to count the goods and collect the money tomorrow morning before we go back to the city."

Zhao Fusheng paused for a moment and called out to the others:

"Let's go in first." After saying that, he lowered his voice again:
"But we won't rest here tonight. Let's go into the inner village and take a look."

The evil ghost's dream could not have led people here for no reason.

Something big is bound to happen tonight, and Zhao Fusheng plans to find out some useful information before it happens.

This decision is naturally extremely dangerous.

After she finished speaking, everyone was inevitably a little nervous, but no one objected.

Everyone led the horses into the house, and at some point the 'villagers' brought in food and placed it on the table.

But at this moment, the people from the Demon Suppression Division were naturally not in the mood to enjoy the food, and they did not dare to eat in such a dangerous place.

Liu Yizhen knew that there might be a fierce battle later, so just in case, he untied the coffin tied to the horse's back and carried it on his back.

Zhang Chuanshi was also leading the horse, while Meng Po was holding the little remaining soup she had cooked.

Kuai Manzhou held Zhao Fusheng's hand tightly, and when everything was ready, the laughter outside faded away at some point.

Zhao Fusheng glanced at everyone and said in a low voice:

"go!"

Following her order, several people followed her and left the house quietly.