I become a god in another world

Chapter 329: Man-Made Disaster
Chapter 329

"Whoosh——" The night wind blew through the woods, bending the leaves and grass, making a rustling sound.

'Tick-tock-tick-'

Luo Liu held up the knife blade that was cut and twisted, and bright red blood dripped into the grass along the groove of the blade.

After he chopped the man down, all his strength seemed to be exhausted. He fell to the ground with a bang, his chest heaving violently and gasping for breath.

After a long while, he suddenly covered his face with his hands and sobbed softly.

“Ah—Ahhhhhhh!!!”

Luo Liu's legs were in a circle, with the soles of his deformed feet facing each other. He controlled his voice and shouted heartbreakingly:
"Uncle, uncle, uncle!"

His whole body was shaking.

"I am guilty, I am sorry -"

Only after he had killed the man did he begin to regret it.

"Luo Liu, you really, really killed Mr. Qiao—"

Others said in trembling voices, and then accused harshly:

"Luo Liu, Master Qiao is so kind to you and trusts you so much."

"I'm not a human, I'm a beast!" Luo Liu suddenly clenched his fists and beat his body hard:
"I was born deformed, my parents didn't want me, and they wanted to kick me out when I was eleven. It was my cousin who took me in and gave me a bowl of rice to eat. I didn't want to kill him—" He wailed for a long time, pounding his chest until it made a 'bang bang' sound, and then burst into tears:

"But he should never, ever burn the forest. The Shenlong Tree is our lifeblood. Both of my brothers died because of the tree. We have paid such a huge price. How could we destroy the tree?"

"It's all Mrs. Luo's fault. She shouldn't have brought your sister with her. She made trouble by shouting so loudly." One of the people holding down Qiao Yuesheng's body trembled and let go, complaining:

"It's also my second sister's fault. She cried so much that she alarmed Mr. Qiao."

"Mr. Qiao has done us a favor—"

"We are not human—"

"If my second sister hadn't cried that day, Mr. Qiao would never know about it and nothing would have happened."

Everyone blamed each other and cried bitterly.

After Qiao Yue's life and death, the brief revival of conscience made those who betrayed the covenant and oath fall into deep regret.

"Now how to do?"

Someone shouted in shock.

Luo Liu was still kicking his thin legs and crying. Some people didn't dare to look at Qiao Yuesheng's headless body. Their conscience was condemned and they said guiltily:
"I'm going down the mountain to surrender myself to the authorities—"

As soon as he finished speaking, Luo Liu, who had been kicking his legs and crying, stopped crying.

Luo Liu's bloodshot eyes stared coldly at this person through his open fingers:

"You dare to go."

His words stunned the others.

Luo Liu quickly got up and picked up the bleeding machete that had fallen into the bushes:

"If the news dares to leak out tonight, you'll have to wait and see whether the knife in my hand will show mercy!" he threatened coldly.

Luo Liu was born with a disability and has always been looked down upon. In Niulan Village, where village wars are frequent, he has always been regarded as a heartless waste.

But he was extremely brutal when he hacked and killed Qiao Yuesheng. With a big knife in his hand, even these tough and ferocious villagers took two steps back under his cold gaze.

"The person has already been killed. There is no point in regretting. Don't think that reporting to the police will only kill you. Everyone else will die with you."

Qiao Yuesheng not only has a special status in Niulan Village, but also has an exceptionally high reputation in Shilipu.

If the people in Shilipu knew that this group of people killed Qiao Yuesheng, the angry villagers would hack to death the families of those involved.

"The news can't leak out." Luo Liu said.

His threats shocked the others.

Everyone looked at each other, somewhat at a loss.

"So what should we do now?"

The initial feeling of guilt that made them want to surrender was suppressed by the fear of reality. The others were already impressed by Luo Liu's ferocity and asked.

"Dispose of his body so that no one knows where he went." Luo Liu rolled his eyes.
"It just so happened that the incident with my second sister happened not long ago. People told others that Mr. Qiao was disappointed with what the villagers did and left Shilipo in grief."

This excuse was reasonable and well-founded, and everyone else agreed to Luo Liu's proposal.

"But where to bury the body?" a villager asked anxiously:

"There are many people in Shilipu, and if the news leaks out, the consequences will be disastrous."

Luo Liu thought for a moment:
"Bury him in a temple near Huangquan Road!"

"What?!" the other villagers exclaimed in unison.

"What!" Zhang Chuanshi, who witnessed the whole tragedy in his dream, also exclaimed.

He didn't expect that Qiao Yuesheng's body was buried in the wild temple.

"He built the temple, and it has been very popular in the past two years. Didn't someone make a clay statue of him in the temple? They hollowed out the inside and put the body in it without anyone noticing."

Luo Liu spoke calmly at this time, obviously after careful consideration:
"Mr. Qiao has a high reputation. Everyone respects him and dares not touch the clay statue. The body is hidden inside and is not easy to be exposed." He looks short, but his words and actions at this time show his deep scheming:

"What's more, we let him be worshipped and worshipped after his death, which can be regarded as redemption. I hope that if he knows after his death, he will not blame us."

The others acquiesced to his proposal.

'Ugh. '

Zhao Fusheng sighed silently.

In fact, when she proposed to smash the statue in the wild temple and Luo Liu had a weird expression and strongly opposed it, she guessed that there was something fishy about the statue.

No wonder the evil spirit appeared several times later, always in the form of statues of gods. This is the reason.

……

On the other side, Luo Liu and his companions, after discussing the matter, worked together to carry the corpse.

Some are looking for heads, while others are carrying corpses.

They were immersed in the guilt, panic and pain after the murder, and did not notice that the fire starter that Qiao Yue was holding before his death fell into the grass while they were talking.

The sigh he let out before his death brought the night wind, which blew the tinderbox into the grass.

The sparks began to fly rapidly and in a moment they became huge.

By the time the villagers lifted up the body, the fire had already crackled and grown bigger, with thick smoke billowing. The panicked people finally realized something was wrong:

"Luo Liu, there's a fire."

"What? Put out the fire!"

Luo Liu cried out in surprise, took off his clothes and tried to put out the fire.

But once the wildfire got going, he couldn't put it out. The clothes he threw out not only failed to put out the fire, but also got sparks all over his clothes.

After a while, the fire climbed up his clothes and almost burned his palms. Frightened, he quickly threw his clothes into the fire.

'boom! ’

With the help of clothes, the flame suddenly rushed out half a foot high, sweeping the dead leaves on the side into it.

Coupled with the tung oil that Qiao Yuesheng had spilled earlier, the situation became even more out of control.

The fire grew rapidly, and the heat waves came in waves, forcing the villagers to retreat down the mountain in panic. "Knives, knives, pick up all the knives, don't leave any traces."

Luo Liu was panicked and warned everyone not to forget the murder weapon.

Everyone looked around for items in panic, fearing that they would leave behind something that would cause a fire in the future. The fire spread outward, forcing the group of people to flee down the mountain in a panic.

The flames engulfed a large area of ​​Shenlong Forest.

To the original people of Niulan Village and Wild Boar Village, these trees were flowing with red juice and had an evil nature. It was Qiao Yuesheng who gave them another meaning. Now, with the death of Qiao Yuesheng, the vitality of these trees was cut off.

The wish he failed to fulfill during his lifetime was accidentally fulfilled after his death.

With the help of the flames rising into the sky, Zhao Fusheng saw that the body of Qiao Yuesheng, who was originally dark, strong and tall, quickly shrank and became thin and gentle.

"He must have felt very sorry before he died."

Zhao Fusheng said in a low voice:
"I regret that I was too weak to protect Luo Ermei and burn the woods on the day of the incident."

He didn't know what happened after his death, but his regrets in life were frozen at the moment of death.

So in the evil ghost's dream, Qiao Yuesheng's appearance and figure when he was alive were completely different from his real appearance and figure - ghosts have no thoughts and cannot lie, and that was the true projection of his regrets during his lifetime.

Unfortunately, the past is the past after all, and it is a reality that cannot be changed.

The fire devoured everything, and the color of the flames filled the entire world.

This layer of ghost dream shattered again.

When Zhao Fusheng and others regained consciousness, they had already appeared in the wild temple of the first cycle.

……

At this time, Qiao Yuesheng's body, with his head and body separated, was placed beside him, and the ground was covered with blood.

A rusty red broadsword lay across the side of his body.

A faint mist had appeared outside the temple at some point. This was the ghost domain taking shape, but Luo Liu and others were so busy that they didn't notice it at all.

'Ugh. '

Zhao Fusheng sighed again.

She can now be considered an experienced veteran in handling ghost cases, and she is very clear about the changes in the Shilipo Wild Temple: after Qiao Yue's death, the evil ghost is about to revive.

However, Luo Liu and his companions were stupid and ignorant, and did not know that a ghost disaster was about to take place. They were still trying to take down the clay statue on the shrine, hollow it out, and hide Qiao Yuesheng's body inside.

"Ghost disasters originate from human disasters."

At this moment, these words suddenly popped up in Zhang Chuanshi's mind.

"What?" Liu Yizhen on the side was stunned for a moment, and Meng Po was also stunned.

Kuai Manzhou, who usually seldom speaks, said:
"Fusheng said so."

"Yes." Zhang Chuanshi nodded:

"My Lord said that the ghost disaster actually originated from human disaster. She mentioned it during the Goutou Village ghost case."

His words made the others fall into deep thought.

Zhang Chuanshi was also in a state of confusion at this time. He had personally experienced the Shilipo ghost case and witnessed Qiao Yuesheng's life in a ghost dream. Naturally, he had a deeper understanding of Zhao Fusheng's words.

But if the ghost disaster originated from human disaster, then did 'he' take the wrong path?

Back then, he was obsessed with solving the evil spirit itself and was willing to kill people for this purpose. However, the consequence of doing so was only to accelerate his transformation into a ghost. He did not really solve the root cause of the ghost disaster, but only temporarily suppressed the evil spirit with his strength.

On the contrary, after Zhao Fusheng took control of Wan'an County, he began to make changes.

She attached great importance to rules, paid salaries, and ordered the Demon Suppression Bureau's menial workers and servants not to extort the people.

Although taxes are still being collected so far, judging from her attitude of exempting taxes when handling ghost cases, she may return the taxes to the people in other forms in the future.

Wan'an County had been in dire straits since Zhao Qiming's death.

But during the year that Zhao Fusheng was in control, the city gradually recovered. Although the number of people was still small, with the relocation of the Xu family, the number of businesses slowly increased, and people dared to go out. The city was less dead and more lively.

Zhang Chuanshi thought of this and was silent for a moment.

While they were talking, Luo Liu and others in the ghost dream were already shouting slogans and working together to move the clay statue down.

Because of tonight's operation, everyone brought knives, hoes and other tools. They hollowed out the clay statue and moved Qiao Yuesheng's body into it.

After all this work, the clay statue inevitably had some damage and deformation, so Luo Liu asked people to fetch water from the well outside to paste the clay statue back together.

The clay statue, which originally had a gentle expression, became slightly deformed by this disaster, and its face even showed a bit of eerie and strangeness.

The panicked villagers broke the buckets hanging by the well after frequently fetching water, but no one had the time to take care of the matter.

The sky gradually turned white, and everything was finally done.

Luo Liu and the others looked at the clay statue being carried back to the shrine, feeling both frightened and relieved.

"And a knife."

A villager took a few steps back and stepped on something hard, which hurt his foot and nearly caused him to fall.

Looking back, I saw the machete lying on the side of the road.

The machete chopped off Qiao Yuesheng's head, and the edge of the blade has become blunt.

Farmers have always taken good care of their belongings. They would not throw away even broken tables, chairs, and stools, let alone iron objects like this. They would always find ways to grind and repair them.

But because this knife had been used to cut Qiao Yuesheng and was covered in blood, everyone inexplicably felt that it was unlucky and were unwilling to take it.

Luo Liu hesitated for a moment and frowned:

"Forget it, no more."

The other villagers breathed a sigh of relief, but then a new problem came to their mind:
"Where is it hidden?"

"Hide in a clay statue."

Luo Liudao.

Anyway, I might as well do it once and for all. The body is already hidden in the clay statue, so what's the big deal about hiding the evil creature in the clay statue.

Seeing the fear on the faces of the few people, Luo Liu cursed them in his heart, "cowards".

These people usually think of themselves as real men, but they never expected that there are people who are not as short as him.

He even felt a little proud. He picked up the knife and slowly inserted it into the soft and rotten part of the back of the clay statue that was covered with water.

The handle of the knife sunk into the mud. He stretched out his hand to smooth it out, barely covering it up, then jumped off the shrine and shouted:
"All right."

He didn't look up, so he didn't notice that dark red blood was faintly overflowing from the smoothed mud, quickly spreading across the yellow mud.

After doing all this, perhaps because they had a guilty conscience and felt guilty about killing Qiao Yuesheng, they straightened the incense burner in front of the shrine and relighted the remaining incense inside. They all knelt down and kowtowed one by one, feeling guilty.

Then a few people stood up silently, left stealthily, and their figures disappeared into the thick fog.

Blood flowed slowly down the back of the clay statue, and the murderous knife that was embedded in the clay statue slowly slid out as the mud behind the statue became soft.

'Tick tock, tick tock——'

'Tick tock! '

The blood dripped from the clay statue to the shrine, then slid down the shrine to the ground, splashing and seeping into the mud.

As the black blood entered the mud, black gas gushed out, followed by a little bit of dark and strange green flame.

As the amount of blood increased, the green flames gradually engulfed the wild temple.

……