I become a god in another world

Chapter 35 Entering the Ghost Realm
Chapter 35

"Okay." Liu Wu responded hurriedly.

"Mr. Zhao also knows the origin of Wenchang Road, but after experiencing the ghost disaster, the Liu family's vitality was severely damaged. Once the ghost disaster subsided, many distant relatives hurriedly stayed away, thinking that this place was unlucky."

Many distant relatives and clans that had attached themselves to the Liu family left one after another. The once huge Liu family fell apart like a tree and showed signs of decline overnight.

As Fan Bisheng said, many of Liu Huacheng's descendants died, and he lost half of his family wealth, so he decided to move his family away from the sad place of Wan'an County and start over.

The Liu Family Ancestral Hall was considered very ominous because it was haunted by ghosts. Therefore, before Liu Huacheng moved away, he changed the place into a Confucius Temple to provide services for the Confucian monks, and at the same time left a temple to pray for those who stayed there.

"The temple Zhu is very kind-hearted. He will give out porridge and water on the 15th of every month. This will cause many people to line up to beg for food."

Liu Wu wanted to please Zhao Fusheng and knew that she was about to go to Beggaring Alley to deal with the ghost trouble. Naturally, the more he knew about the situation in Begging Alley, the better, so he tried his best to tell everything he knew about the situation:
"As time went by, many people came to know about the charity."

Many homeless people gathered there. Whenever Confucius Temple gave alms, Wenchang Road was even more crowded.

"The temple has a kind heart and doesn't want to see the poor suffering. Later, he simply gave alms from time to time. More than 20 years ago, he gave away one meal a day."

As a result, the number of beggars increased, and eventually the area near the Confucius Temple became a habitat for homeless beggars, so the locals nicknamed it the "Begging Alley."

As for the original name of that road, after decades, many people may not remember it.

People in this era are generally short-lived.

Ordinary people live a difficult life. They don't have enough clothes to wear and don't have enough to eat. In addition to running for a living, they also have to be attacked by ghosts and disasters. In just 40 years, Wan'an County has been enough to replace a generation.

She was lucky today. When she found the county government office, the local magistrate found a servant who had a close relationship with the Liu family in the past, and his grandfather happened to have experienced the ghost disaster 40 years ago. Only then could Zhao Fusheng find out This is a thing of the past.

"I see."

Zhao Fusheng sighed, and while he was stunned, Liu Wu suddenly said with some anxiety:
"Master Zhao—"

His voice was trembling, as if he was quite frightened. As soon as he finished speaking, when Zhao Fusheng looked up at him, he showed a pleading look:
"Please spare my life. I have an old man above me and a young man below me. My son has not taken over from me yet. I don't want to end up in a begging alley——"

The people of the Demon Suppression Division have always been moody and do not regard human life as human beings.

When handling ghost cases, innocent people are often captured as spies and used to detect the murderous laws of ghosts.

He was called by the county magistrate today to come and drive. It was also the county magistrate who wanted him to "do things" for Zhao Fusheng. I am afraid this trip will never come back.

He was trembling with fear all the way before, but when he saw that Zhao Fusheng had a smooth temperament and did not seem to be violent and bloodthirsty, and spoke to him in a gentle tone, he also wanted to please him. The two of them talked smoothly during this trip, so he dared to talk to him now. Be brave enough to plead.

When dealing with evil ghosts, those who control them will die nine times out of ten, and their envoys will often die, not to mention ordinary people who have no courage or experience in facing evil ghosts.

Zhao Fusheng was stunned for a moment. Before he could speak, Liu Wu said with a hint of despair:

"We've arrived south of the city."

After saying that, he pointed out his hand and said:
"Go forward, walk a few dozen feet, and you will see the Begging Alley. Look, the sky over there is gloomy, and something doesn't look right."

Zhao Fusheng looked in the direction pointed by his trembling arm, and sure enough he saw that the sky in the distance was dark, and thick black air was accumulating in the sky. The entire area below seemed to be shrouded in dark clouds, without any trace of life.

A cold and evil aura hit her face, irritating her hair to the point of standing on her head.

Ghost domain!

Zhao Fusheng's heart trembled, Liu Wu's face turned pale, his nose opened and closed between breaths, and he let out a suppressed gasp:

"Master Zhao, please spare my life——"

Zhao Fusheng calmed down and saw that his face was frightened. The humility and flattery in the previous conversation were gone, and he showed a bit of anxiety and unwillingness.

Although she knew that traveling to the begging alley was dangerous, and she had guessed from Liu Wu's performance the "rules" of the Demon Suppression Division in handling cases in the past, she was born in a peaceful world and could not ignore a human life.

"Do you have a fire seal on you?"

Zhao Fusheng suddenly remembered something and asked Liu Wu.

Liu Wu was startled for a moment, then nodded hurriedly:

"Have!"

While he was talking, he hurriedly took out a fire certificate from his body and handed it over in fear.

"Go away!" Zhao Fusheng picked it up and put it in his arms, then shouted lightly:
"Don't stop me from doing my job!"

When Liu Wu heard this, he felt as if he had been granted amnesty.

The sound of "clang" came, and the two of them turned their heads to look at the source of the sound.

Only then did Zhao Fusheng notice that there was a simple stall set up on the street corner ten feet away from the carriage.

There was a stove on the stall, and a large pot was placed on it. The boiling water in the pot made a gurgling sound, and steam was rising.

An old woman in her sixties was holding one hand on her hip, and the large iron spoon she held in one hand fell into the pot, making a sound.

The conversation between Zhao Fusheng and Liu Wu seemed to have attracted the attention of the old woman. She heard the woman's voice, ignored the big spoon that fell into the pot, and took two steps forward, as if she wanted to see Zhao clearly. Fu Sheng's face.

It happened that the sound of her spoon dropping into the pot also aroused Zhao Fusheng's vigilance. The two sides turned their heads and looked at each other. The old woman squinted at her for a long time, and then the light in her eyes dimmed.

She was a little at a loss when she went to pick up the spoon that had fallen into the pot. She was so burned that she grinned. Faced with Liu Wu's gaze, she flinched and bravely shouted:
"My dear guests, would you like a bowl of hot soup?"

How could Liu Wu care about drinking soup? When Zhao Fusheng allowed him to leave, he wished he could fly away from this place.

When Zhao Fusheng got off the car, he didn't even bother to say goodbye. He shook the reins, and the long whip fell on the mules and horses' buttocks. The horses felt pain and flew away.

The old woman held the steaming spoon and followed the carriage away, then turned to look at Zhao Fusheng.

The girl's eyes were steady, staring straight at her.

This old woman is elderly, not tall, thin and slightly hunchbacked.

Her hair was already gray and was tied up with a washed napkin.

The apron tied around her waist was a bit old, and the clothes were full of patches. She looked like she lived in poverty, and it didn't seem like there was anything weird about her.

Although this old woman dared to set up a stall near the place where the ghost case occurred, she was obviously not a ghost. The suspicion in Zhao Fusheng's heart gradually disappeared, and his eyes became softer.

The old woman was very uneasy when she looked at her at first. It was not until her eyes changed that she breathed a sigh of relief and asked again in a low voice:
"Do you want some soup..."

"What kind of soup was stewed?" Zhao Fusheng asked casually.She looked around as she spoke.

Perhaps it was because of the ghost case in Beggar Alley, but the neighborhood seemed particularly deserted. This street was like a dead end alley, and it seemed to be even more deserted than the street in Zhenmo Si.

The old woman running the stall looked particularly strange when she appeared here. I don't know what kind of soup was stewed in her pot, and there was hot smoke. It didn't smell like a delicacy. But I don't know if she was going into a dangerous place alone. , or maybe she hasn't eaten a grain of rice since her rebirth, but she actually felt that the aroma of the soup in the pot was so fragrant that it made her salivate.

"It's just a soup stewed with some common wild vegetables - would you like a bowl?"

She rubbed her palms on her apron twice uneasily, and while speaking, she took small steps to get the bowl that was placed high aside.

"no need."

Zhao Fusheng responded quickly.

She took another look at the soup simmering in the old woman's pot and thought for a moment:
"I won't drink it now. If I'm lucky enough to survive, I might be able to have a bowl of it next time I see you."

Zhao Fusheng didn't know where this old woman came from and why she dared to set up a stall and sell soup in this place not far from the ghost road. But her eyes were gentle and her heartbeat and breathing were clear. She was obviously a human and not a ghost. That was enough. .

"you--"

The old woman couldn't help but be startled when she heard what she said.

Zhao Fusheng smiled and turned to leave. The old woman suddenly called her out:
"Baby." She threw the large spoon in her hand into the soup pot, wiped her hands on her apron, and reminded her:
"Don't go any further, it's haunted over there."

Zhao Fusheng couldn't help but turn his head when he heard this.

When the woman saw her, she shrank her shoulders in fear, but in the end she still had the courage to speak again:
"The begging alley in front is haunted... Many people go in and can't get out. They are trapped in it. You are still young, so don't go there anymore -" She persuaded her earnestly, her eyes again. Falling on the ill-fitting clothes Zhao Fusheng was wearing, the expression in his eyes gradually changed.

The defensiveness and suspicion from the beginning have softened.

Zhao Fusheng didn't know where she came from, and she didn't know who Zhao Fusheng was either. But from Zhao Fusheng's dress and thin figure, she could guess that Zhao Fusheng probably didn't have a lot of money.

Seeing her getting off the carriage and seeming to be heading to the begging alley, and mentioning the words 'lucky to be alive', the old woman felt pity and quickly turned around to get the bowl:
"Don't go any further. Do you have no money? I'll treat you to a bowl of soup. You can warm yourself up and find a place to hide."

I wonder if it is because Zhao Fusheng has never met a good person since he was reborn into this world. Now she is about to go deep into the depths alone. When she meets such a stranger who wants to treat her to a bowl of hot soup, her heart is suddenly shaken. The feeling of loneliness was gone.

"it is good."

Zhao Fusheng smiled and nodded, but stretched out his right hand and pressed down, stopping the old woman from filling the soup:

"Just don't drink it now. When I come back, I will drink this bowl of soup."

After speaking, she turned around:

"gone."

"Ai--"

The old woman wanted to talk again, but she saw her walking forward without looking back, as if her target was heading to the begging alley.

"Alas! What a child, this world is so bad - I don't know what I am -" The old woman couldn't stop Zhao Fusheng, with a look of regret on her face.

She muttered a few words to herself. She didn't know what she thought of, her eyes turned red, and then she lowered her head.

Zhao Fusheng didn't take such an episode seriously. She followed Liu Wu's instructions and quickly turned to another street.

If you could still see small shops setting up stalls far away from Begging Alley before, now the closer you are to Begging Alley, the less people there are.

Rows of low and dilapidated buildings appeared before her eyes.

The road surface of this street is about ten feet wide, and the ground is uneven. The shops on both sides of the street are abandoned. In many places, the door panels have collapsed and there are mold stains on them. It is vaguely visible that the shops are in a mess. It is obvious that the owner was panicked when he left.

There was no livestock excrement on the street, no sound of people, and no sound of wind. It was so quiet that it gave people an eerie and depressing feeling.

But Zhao Fusheng's attention was not focused on these. She looked far into the middle of the street.

A vague gray fog enveloped the center of the street, making half of the street brightly lit, while the other half seemed to be hidden in the clouds of an approaching storm, dividing the street into two.

This is what Fan Bisheng said, the ghost realm.

She sensed the thick aura of death in the ghost realm, and a feeling of palpitations surged into her heart.

The shadow of death enveloped her from a distance of several feet, and this sense of danger was far stronger than when facing a paper man.

Zhao Fusheng's fingers were numb and he trembled slightly. His feet followed the fear in his heart and he subconsciously took two steps back.

But after two steps, her reason overcame her fear and she stood firmly in place.

She sank her mind into the sea of ​​​​consciousness, and the unsealed god list appeared in the sea of ​​​​consciousness. There were blood stains on the list, and there were gusts of wind, and it was indescribably eerie and terrifying.

Zhao Fusheng tried to touch the list with his spiritual consciousness. The list prompted: Do you want to spend 100 merit to open the divine position?
Then the feedback from the God List came quickly: the merit was less than 100 points, and the unlocking of the god status failed.

Tip: Complete the first commission from the Demon Suppressor to gain merit.

……

Support justice and rebuild hell.

Zhao Fusheng let out a long, expressionless breath. The reminder of the God List strengthened her will and allowed her to control her fear.

"Okay, I have no way out."

she whispered.

But it was so quiet here that you could hear a pindrop, and the sound spread, seemed to be amplified several times, and penetrated into her ears.

She calmed down, then made up her mind and walked towards the ghost realm.

Amidst the quiet footsteps of "duh, duh", Zhao Fusheng was getting closer and closer to the ghost realm. The gray mist in the ghost realm seemed to sense the arrival of a living person. The moment she approached, she couldn't wait to relax. , wrapping her in it.

As the fog rolled in, Zhao Fusheng's eyes were gradually blurred by the thick fog.

Before entering the begging alley, she was mentally prepared to encounter a ghost as soon as she arrived.

But the moment she entered the ghost realm, she seemed to feel deaf for a moment.

Everything around him was extremely quiet, and the circulation of air, light, plants and the remaining fresh feeling of human beings were completely wiped out here.

Zhao Fusheng seemed to realize something and turned around suddenly, but when she looked back, she saw that the scene she saw when she came here was not the scene she saw when she came. Instead, she saw a world shrouded in ghosts!
(End of this chapter)