I become a god in another world

Chapter 333 The show begins

Chapter 333

The boy's face was sallow and his skin was slightly blue, giving him a sheen that was only seen on a dead person.

His lips were bluish, and upon closer inspection, his facial features were still the same, and his face had not changed. However, because people are completely different when they are alive and after they die, Zhao Fusheng had met this young man once when he accidentally entered forty years ago in the ghost carriage. Later, when he saw the handsome young man in the Hongquan Opera Troupe in Baozhi County, he felt that he looked familiar but did not recognize him.

"you know?"

Liu Yizhen asked anxiously.

"From the Hongquan Opera Troupe."

Zhao Fusheng replied quickly.

Liu Yizhen nodded and urged her:
"Qiao Yuesheng came after him, but Meng Po stopped him."

Zhao Fusheng looked up suddenly and saw a red moon rising slowly in the sky.

Under the red moon, Liu Shan's lifeless face quickly became full of blood, and his eyes became more lively, no longer as stiff and dull as before.

He looked at Zhao Fusheng, as if he was thinking for a moment, and then as if he remembered something, he suddenly shouted with some surprise:

"Master Zhao!"

He recognized Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng nodded with a complicated expression.

"I didn't expect to meet Lord Zhao again at this time. I wonder how Lord Zhao is doing since we last met." The young man's eyes were gentle, and one could hear excitement and joy in his voice, but his cheeks were stiff, and two strange 'blushes' floated on his cheeks, making his originally delicate face reveal a bit of sinister and weirdness.

He himself was totally unaware:

"That day, Master Zheng entrusted us to the Xu family. We were all waiting to go to Wan'an County to perform a play for Master, but the troupe owner suddenly said he wanted to settle an old debt."

"Ugh."

Zhao Fusheng sighed silently.

When the two first met, the boy had an immature and green look, but when they met again, he had already become a ghost.

'He' hadn't realized yet that he was dead, and the fragment of memory stopped before the troupe was taken away by the paper man Zhang.

"We need to come in to escape the disaster."

She answered and asked casually:
"Why hasn't the troupe started yet?"

"Please come this way, sir. Take a seat. The class leader will be very happy to know that you are here."

Liu Shan's enthusiastic tone formed a sharp contrast with his stiff appearance. He led Zhao Fusheng and others through the crowd, and in the blink of an eye they appeared at the first seat not far from the troupe.

On the stage, many of the faces were those that Zhao Fusheng had seen before.

Each member of the troupe was either standing or sitting in his or her own seat, ready to perform.

Liu Hongquan was standing on one side of the troupe. When he saw Zhao Fusheng's eyes, his eyeballs moved twice with difficulty, and gradually became more lively. He winked at her from a distance and greeted her silently.

"Sir, please sit down."

Liu Shan diligently served Zhao Fusheng to sit down, and Liu Yizhen and others also sat in their seats in turn.

Zhang Chuanshi twisted his body uneasily and turned his head to look around.

Then he seemed to have seen the most horrifying thing in the world. His body trembled violently. In panic, it felt like a nail had been stuck under his butt. He jumped three feet high and shouted:
"There's a ghost!"

Liu Huacheng's birthday was indeed lively.

Not only were there congratulations from guests from all over, but there was also a troupe of actors from forty years later who transformed themselves into ghosts to settle the grudges of the past - this birthday party was filled with ghosts.

But Zhang Chuanshi is a member of the Demon Suppression Bureau after all, and he is not an ordinary person who has never seen evil spirits. What on earth did he see at this moment that made him so shocked?

"There's a ghost, there's a ghost! There's a ghost, sir——"

Zhang Chuanshi looked horrified, pointing in a certain direction with a dull expression.

Zhao Fusheng followed his gaze and saw that the adjacent table where everyone was sitting was also crowded with people.

I saw three men of different ages sitting at the table, and several men were surrounding them.

Faced with Zhang Chuanshi's rash instructions, the three people had strange expressions, as if they had seen a ghost.

Liu Yizhen's eyes fell on the old man in the lead, and his body trembled heavily:
"Ancestor——"

If he hadn't been carrying the ghost coffin, he would have almost kneeled down.

The old man he was staring at was about sixty years old, with a head of gray hair combed behind his head, revealing a clear and vigorous face.

He was wearing a bright red robe embroidered with dark patterns. His legs were slightly apart, his big hands were resting on his knees, his back was straight, and he looked very dignified.

This face was the same as the one that Liu Huacheng Zhao Fusheng saw in the coffin in the Confucius Temple that day.

"Liu Huacheng!" Zhao Fusheng exclaimed in a low voice.

Next to Liu Huacheng sat two men of different ages, one was about thirty years old, and the other looked about the same age as Liu Huacheng.

He was wearing a dark green cloth, and his gloomy gaze fell on Liu Yizhen, the horror and disbelief in his eyes had not yet completely disappeared.

Then he seemed to sense Zhao Fusheng's gaze and quickly calmed down. He forced himself to be calm and turned to look at her, but there was a hidden sense of scrutiny in his eyes that made people feel uncomfortable.

The person Zhang Chuanshi was pointing at was this elder man.

At this moment, the three people's expressions were stiff with a hint of fear.

Seeing Zhao Fusheng speak first, Liu Huacheng, who had been sitting stiffly and not daring to move, actually breathed a sigh of relief:

"You, you can talk? Are you human? Are you a ghost?"

"..." Liu Yizhen was speechless and fell silent.

Zhang Chuanshi is still shaking:

"Ghost, ghost, ghost!"

"My birthday party was indeed haunted." Liu Huacheng said implicitly. When he said this, he suppressed his uneasiness and secretly glanced at Liu Shan, who was standing next to Zhao Fusheng and obviously did not look like a living person.
"I don't know where this troupe came from, and why it attracted..." He hinted at Zhao Fusheng:
"So I sent my family and invited the people from the Demon Suppression Division and Mr. Zhang to help."

Speaking of "ghosts", he looked at Meng Po again, forcing a smile that was uglier than crying:
"What about you, are you humans or ghosts?"

At this time, Meng Po released the Ghost Moon, and a large amount of red mist seeped out of her body.

The blood-red mist condensed into blood beads hanging on her body, making her look eerie and terrifying, even more frightening than Liu Shan.

Kuai Manzhou was not much better.

Her pupils turned blood red because she had overused the power of the evil spirit. She was filled with a ghostly aura, and Liu Shan, who was standing next to her, instinctively avoided her by half a step.

There was something haunted at Liu Huacheng's birthday party.

A troupe of actors suddenly appeared and occupied the stage, but for some reason, after the troupe members had gotten into position, they stood there motionless like paper figures, as if waiting for something.

The people around were only concerned with eating, drinking and giving gifts, and hadn't realized that something was wrong.

Just as this unknown troupe of actors set up their stage, strange things happened to the Liu family - the ghost coffin placed in the Liu clan ancestral hall disappeared, and a headless corpse suddenly appeared in the house.

Liu Huacheng had experienced a ghost disaster in the past. He noticed it immediately, notified the local demon-suppression department, and invited Zhang Xiongwu.

As soon as the people from the Demon Suppression Bureau and Zhang Xiongwu arrived, they realized that this ghost area was extraordinary.

Su Long discovered that this group of actors were not living people, and after the entire troupe turned into ghosts, their strength was at least as strong as that of a disaster level.

After realizing this, no one in the Demon Suppression Division dared to act rashly.

Fortunately, although the ghost troupe's origins are unknown, they have no intention of killing anyone and are just temporarily putting on display.

Su Long was shocked and regretful, but he was trapped in the ghost realm and unable to escape.

He had previously tried to understand the laws of evil spirits, but suffered some losses and lost several of his messengers. In the end, he dared not act rashly again.

Su Long discovered that the ghost troupe was not killing anyone at this time. After they set up the stage, as long as they sat quietly on the table and waited for the show to start, they would be temporarily safe.

So he sat down with Liu Huacheng and others, preparing to act according to circumstances, when strangers suddenly came in. When these uninvited guests arrived, they actually had a good chat with the ghost troupe, and were led by the evil ghost to sit down at the table.

……

"Liu Huacheng, Zhang Xiongwu, Su Long?!"

Zhao Fusheng revealed the identities of several people one by one.

The younger, more handsome man nodded gloomily and said cautiously:

"I am Su Long, the commander of the Wan'an County Demon Suppression Command. I am here with the government officials to investigate a ghost case. I wonder where you are from?"

The former famous head of the Lingsi in Wan'an County restrained his madness at this moment, looked at Meng Po with caution and uneasiness, then quickly glanced at Kuai Manzhou and others, and finally set his eyes on Zhao Fusheng who was speaking.

He instinctively felt the respect that others had for Zhao Fusheng.

“……” The five people from the Demon Suppression Division looked at each other, not knowing how to respond for a moment.

Liu Huacheng could also see at this time that these people were extraordinary. They were a little weird, but they didn't look like ghosts. Instead, they gave him the feeling of ghost riders.

His eyes fell on Liu Yizhen.

The young man was tall and strong, with a resolute expression, and his face looked vaguely familiar, as if I had seen him somewhere before.

The most crucial thing is the pitch-black coffin he carries on his back. The coffin exudes a strong evil spirit. He was once forced to resign because of the headless ghost case. After that, he guarded the ghost coffin for more than ten years and was very familiar with the aura of the ghost coffin.

Therefore, Liu Huacheng was very sure in his heart: the ghost coffin that Liu Yizhen was carrying was exactly the coffin that suppressed the headless ghost and was missing from the Liu family at that time.

When he thought of this, he couldn't help but feel shocked and angry.

But Meng Po and the others didn't look easy to mess with, so he forced himself to suppress his emotions and forced out a stiff smile:
"This young man——"

"We are also from the Demon Suppression Division."

Zhao Fusheng interrupted Liu Huacheng's question and said:
"We are the people sent by the Imperial Capital to handle the ghost case. These are the emissaries who are traveling with me."

"what?!"

Several people's faces changed rapidly.

In his panic, Su Long even forgot the threat brought by the ghost troupe. He stood up suddenly and stared at Zhao Fusheng with wide eyes:

"A visitor from the Imperial Capital?"

Zhao Fusheng nodded:
"I'm from the Demon Suppression Division—" She stopped talking halfway.

Su Long and she were both the heads of the Wan'an County Demon Suppression Bureau, but they were active in different eras.

In front of this former senior, the title of "Ling Si" alone is obviously not loud enough.

She thought about it and unceremoniously gave herself a title:
"——General Jin."

"Golden General!!!" Su Long's expression changed from shock to joy, "Really?"

"Then there is still a holiday?"

After his initial surprise, Liu Yizhen looked at Zhao Fusheng speechlessly - even at this time, she still wanted to elevate her status.

But seeing Su Long's gaze, he nodded without hesitation:
"She is a golden general."

When Su Long heard this, he was overjoyed:

"Once General Jin arrives, the Liu family will be saved."

He did not question Zhao Fusheng's identity at this time.

Ghost riders have a special sensitivity to evil spirits.

Su Long felt the special suppression from powerful ghosts from Zhao Fusheng and his group. This group of people at least controlled evil ghosts of disaster level or above!

Although the ghost riders may not necessarily be from the Demon Suppression Bureau, a ghost disaster has occurred here, and the appearance of a powerful ghost rider will only benefit them.

Liu Huacheng's expression was uncertain. He stared at Liu Yizhen more and more anxiously, and then his eyes fell on the ghost coffin on him:

"Excuse me, General Jin, the coffin you are carrying looks very familiar to me—"

Before he finished speaking, Meng Po suddenly said:

"My lord, I can't stand it anymore!"

At the same time, Liu Chunquan from the troupe also quickly stepped to the front stage, stood on the stage, bowed to Zhao Fusheng, who was in the first position, and saluted:
"Master Zhao, I haven't seen you for a long time. I am late in paying my respects to you."

"..."

Su Long was stunned and looked at the scene in disbelief.

There was no doubt that the troupe was made up of ghosts, but the fact that these ghosts actually bowed and saluted to people was truly an eye-opener for him.

The remaining envoys behind him also had faces full of surprise and fear.

After hearing that the Liu family was haunted, the Wan'an County Demon Suppression Bureau arrived first. Before they found the source of the headless corpse, they had already fought with the ghost troupe. Several of their messengers died and turned into puppet ghosts of the troupe. At this time, they were standing in the corner of the troupe, helping to watch over the costumes and boxes.

And the ghost show hasn't started yet.

Just when these people thought they were doomed to die being trapped here, Zhao Fusheng and others suddenly arrived. She claimed to be the Golden General of the Demon Suppression Division and even ghosts could communicate with her.

Once General Jin arrives, everyone's chances of surviving become much greater.

"you--"

As soon as Zhao Fusheng opened his mouth, he saw the blood moon hanging in the air suddenly seemed to be shattered by a mysterious force.

A bloody long knife appeared in the shattered blood moon.

The blood-red moon scattered and turned into mist. Meng Po, who was standing beside the table, was also hit at the moment the blood-red moon shattered. Her back suddenly arched and she fell onto the chair with a bang.

This sudden change scared everyone.

But three wisps of green smoke were like transparent ribbons floating in the air. Wherever they went, the terrified diners seemed to fall into a dream and calmed down immediately.

This is not a good sign.

Green gas broke through the blood moon and covered it, instantly spreading around the Liu family and forming a ghost zone.

"I see this coffin—"

"Don't say that yet."

Zhao Fusheng raised her hand to stop Liu Huacheng's questioning, and she ordered Liu Chunquan:

"Master Liu, this is not the time to reminisce about the past. The show is about to begin."

Many people who were having the feast had unknowingly entered into a nightmare under the green mist. They slipped off their chairs and knelt on the ground.

Some people's heads disappeared for no reason and turned into headless corpses that fell to the ground.

Qiao Yuesheng's breath began to approach.

A wild temple appeared above the Liu family ancestral hall. Qiao Yuesheng's ghost body approached and waved at the ghost sword that shattered the blood moon in mid-air.

As soon as Zhao Fusheng finished speaking, Liu Chunquan waved his hand hastily:

"Let's start the show. Let's sing for Master Liu and Master Zhao!"

In an instant, the sounds of suona, gongs and drums rang out.

As soon as the ghost troupe moved, Qiao Yuesheng's headless ghost's movement to grab the ghost knife immediately stopped.

The ghost opera troupe exists to perform for ghosts - when ghosts hear such opera, they will also stay for a while.

Unfortunately, Qiao Yuesheng's rank is extremely high, surpassing the disaster level, and the ghost troupe's existence is much weaker than it.

The sound of the gongs and drums only delayed its movements for a moment, and its hands were still grasping at the air.

"Manzhou, grab that knife."

Zhao Fusheng shouted.