I become a god in another world

Chapter 38 A roster

Chapter 38

"time to eat."

Seeing that everyone was cowering and not daring to step forward, the young man couldn't help but lower his head.

The pale light shone on his face, his brows were slightly deep, and his eye sockets were filled with shadows, making him look a little gloomy.

After a while, he bit down hard on the muscles of his cheek and shouted again.

'Wow—'

There was a commotion from the crowd, but no one dared to step forward without authorization.

He was silent for a moment, finally sighed, put down the spoon with a 'clang' sound, and then rubbed his hand on his body twice. After taking a few deep breaths, he raised his head and calmly picked up the book on the table. He opened the book on his left hand and opened it at will.

The scene at this time was extremely weird.

The Liu family has always been well-known in Wan'an County as a philanthropic person. The begging alley even got its name because the Liu family's continuous charity after relocation attracted poor people from all over.

After the ghost realm enveloped this place, people here could not enter or leave. Many people were trapped here without food or water. The Confucius Temple actually continued to give alms - this almost became the only source of food for the trapped people.

Logically speaking, everyone should be grabbing the food, but when the rice was cooked and brought out, no one dared to be the first to ask for food, and someone still needed to call their name.

Zhao Fusheng's question slowly arose in his heart: Could it be that the people in Wan'an County during the Han Dynasty were so qualified?
She was thinking wildly when she saw that as the young man turned the pages of the book, the people around her looked uneasy and frightened.

Many people clasped their hands together, as if they were restless. After a while, his eyes fell on a part of the book, and then he shouted:
"Wang Shuicai——"

"Is Wang Shuicai here?"

When the people surrounding the Confucius Temple heard him shout the name "Wang Shuicai", many of them felt as if they had been granted amnesty.

Just when everyone was about to smile, the young man didn't hear the response from 'Wang Shuicai'.

The scene was quiet for a long time, and the smiles on the faces of many people who looked happy froze, and a strange tense atmosphere once again enveloped everyone.

The young man shouted again:
"Is Wang Shuicai here? Is he still alive?"

"..." These words were a bit strange. Zhao Fusheng turned his head and looked around. Everyone looked numb, as if they were not surprised by this.

The young man sighed: "Wang Shuicai seems to have -"

He didn't finish his words, but everyone knew that this 'Wang Shuicai' was probably dead.

The young man turned another page of the book expressionlessly and shouted again:

"Sun Fu—Sun Fu."

As soon as he finished speaking, someone in the crowd suddenly fell to the ground with a thud.

The man who was paralyzed on the ground was so frightened that his face turned pale and he was shaking non-stop.

But as soon as this scene happened, the originally dead crowd suddenly came to life.

The previous silence was broken, and many people enthusiastically stepped forward to pick up the fallen man and drag him to the direction where the porridge and water were placed.

The man who was lifted up was swinging desperately and shouting:
"I don't want, I don't want food - spare my life, spare my life - Grandpa Ghost, spare my life."

This person's words actually revealed a lot of useful information. Zhao Fusheng's eyes lit up and he saw some clues.

There is indeed a problem with the alms at the Confucius Temple. The people whose names are called are like mourning their heirs. The first person whose name is called does not respond. It seems that he is already dead.

The second person named was too frightened, as if he was about to die after being named.

This guy keeps shouting "Ghost, please spare my life". Could it be that the ghost murderer comes based on the roster?

As soon as this ridiculous idea came up, Zhao Fusheng himself couldn't believe it.

Immediately afterwards, a dull look appeared on the face of the young man who gave alms. He stared at this person for a long time, and finally put down the book in his hand, and took a bowl. He took a large spoonful of sparse food from the pot with a ladle. The soup was poured into the bowl and handed to this person:

"I'll give you some more-"

“I, I don’t want—I don’t want to die—”

But Sun Fu's screams had no effect. The moment his name was called, it was like the king of hell demanding his life.

He collapsed on the ground, clenching his hands, and kept kicking his legs as thin as a hemp pole. The movements were so intense that his bare feet scraped blood on the ground.

But the people around him didn't care whether he wanted it or not. Several people worked together to twist his arm up, and the force was so strong that his bones made a cracking sound.

There was a trace of hesitation in the young man's eyes, but he finally placed the full bowl of porridge in his palm.

The moment Sun Fu received the bowl of porridge, he burst into tears.

The porridge bowl fell to the ground and broke into several pieces. The watery porridge was scattered all over the floor. There were a few grains of rice floating in it mixed with unknown grains.

"I don't want to die, I don't want to die—"

He yelled crazily, but unfortunately at the moment he received the porridge, the others avoided him as if they were avoiding the god of plague.

With the first person to take the porridge, the people who had previously avoided giving alms suddenly became more active and surrounded the young man.

Zhao Fusheng also hurriedly squeezed into the crowd. She had realized that this ghost disaster was a bit weird, and wanted to watch the relationship between the young man Busi and the evil ghost.

The crowd was very crowded. Different from the previous people who avoided the porridge stall, now the survivors were scrambling to get the porridge, and the scene became a mess.

Zhao Fusheng was squeezed to the point of almost dying. The madly advancing crowd hugged her and lifted her up so that she could not touch the ground, so that she did not die from a ghost accident, but almost died at the hands of these people who were crowding to get the porridge.

"Cough cough cough-"

She coughed until her cheeks turned red. Most of the people drank the porridge at a fast speed and left quickly. She stood in front of the porridge stall. As time passed, the young man gradually lost his calmness and showed a bit of anxiety. color.

He frequently raised his head and looked around, as if he was paying attention to something. Then he took the bowl mechanically with one hand and made porridge with the other. The moment he handed the porridge bowl to Zhao Fusheng, he seemed to finally realize something and turned his head. Come, take a serious look at her, and then say "Huh".

"You're a bit unfamiliar!"

After he finished speaking, he seemed to remember something and said in surprise:

"You were the one who knocked on the door loudly this afternoon?"

Zhao Fusheng entered the ghost realm for the first time and made a great noise.

The ghost world was silent, and the sound spread throughout the begging alley. It seemed that the young man who was giving alms in front of the Confucius Temple also heard the noise she made.

After Zhao Fusheng entered the begging alley, she tried to communicate with people several times, but others were either frightened or hostile, and no one talked to her at all.

At this moment, someone finally spoke to her. Her eyes lit up and she was about to speak. The young man's face darkened and he quickly put the bowl back:
"You leave quickly——"

After he said this, he seemed to realize that something was wrong:
"After entering here, how can you get out?"

"You-" He held the bowl of porridge with a clear and watery look, looking embarrassed.

"hurry up!"

Others urged desperately, and the young man who had been expressionless since the donation now had a slight change in his expression, perhaps because he had met Zhao Fusheng for the first time.

He seemed a little hesitant, as if he didn't know whether to hand the porridge into Zhao Fusheng's hands.

The young man's expression was uncertain, but under the urging of the people around him, he still handed over the porridge:

"Are you new here?"

Zhao Fusheng nodded, and the young man said in a panic:
"You are not familiar with the situation here. After you finish your porridge, quickly find an empty room and go in. If you hear the noise, don't come out. Just stay up until tomorrow." "I have something to ask you." Zhao Fusheng hesitated for a moment. , too cautious to pick up the bowl of porridge.

But she didn't pick it up. Someone next to her jumped out like lightning, took the porridge bowl, and stuffed it into her arms.

"Fuck!"

She cursed angrily, and the porridge poured out and sprinkled all over her body.

The person who had done all this sneered and looked at her maliciously, with unconcealable malice in his red eyes.

"it's okay no problem."

The young man quickly comforted her, but Zhao Fusheng felt something was wrong.

The moment she took the porridge, a cold feeling spread throughout her body, as if in a dark corner, a pair of cold eyes were staring at her, waiting for an opportunity to take her life.

This feeling of being spied on is all too familiar.

This was the feeling she had when she touched the Book of Souls and Life, or when she aroused the ghost that was haunting her and was about to revive.

Of course, what made her feel most desperate was the reminder of the list of gods.

At this time, in the sea of ​​consciousness, the list of gods reminded: The name of the host is recorded in a register.

"What is a roster?"

Her eyelids kept twitching, her body swayed, and her face showed an expression of confusion and unknownness, but her body was far more honest than her words. Her eyes looked towards the book in the young man's hand, and her eyes gradually became A bit desperate.

Judging from the previous situation, that thing should be a register. Maybe people who have received alms from Confucius Temple will register their names on it, and if they are named, they may face attacks from evil spirits.

"!!!"

Zhao Fusheng was furious. She threw the bowl in her hand and reached out to grab the person who had just framed her.

But that man was not stupid either. After framing the person, he immediately blended into the crowd and quickly disappeared without a trace, never to be seen again.

When the young man saw her mumbling to herself and still staring at the book, he couldn't help but scream in his heart:
"impossible."

After he finished speaking, he reached out to touch the book, but when his fingertips touched the book, he was so excited that he retracted, and a hissing sound came from his mouth.

The book had no temperature originally. He had taken it before, but when he touched it again, it turned out to be extremely cold.

This thing has been in the beggar alley for a long time and has involved countless lives. It has developed an evil nature.

The young man's face was very ugly. He took another deep breath and picked up the book.

After a while, his hands were black and blue from the cold. He eagerly opened the book and flipped through several pages quickly, and then his eyes settled on a certain place.

He has been giving alms here for a long time, and he is already familiar with the faces and names of everyone who comes to receive porridge and water.

The young man's eyes paused on a name for a moment, then he raised his head and glanced at Zhao Fusheng:
"Your name is Zhao Fusheng?"

There was still hope in his eyes, and Zhao Fusheng's face was even uglier than his.

She didn't speak, but her expression undoubtedly answered the young man's question.

"Hurry! Hurry! The ghost is coming!"

The two were about to talk again when someone beside them urged them frantically, and Zhao Fusheng's head was buzzing.

She was forced to accept a bowl of porridge, and after receiving the porridge, her name was written on the book. There was a strong evil spirit on the book, which seemed to be related to evil ghosts.

It's just that this is not a good time for her to ask questions. The people next to her are shouting, "The ghost is coming," and the crisis is coming.

Things were so bad that Zhao Fusheng calmed down.

It's a blessing, not a disaster, it's a disaster that can't be avoided.

She looked down at the bowl with only half of the soup left in her hand, and suddenly laughed:
"It seems that I am destined to eat this bowl of rice."

After saying this, she handed the bowl to the young man and shouted:
"Hey, give me another bowl of rice."

Her name has been branded on the 'register' anyway, and it is useless to be angry at this time. After she was reborn, she had not eaten a grain of rice, so she could not accept the bowl of porridge. If there was no more food, what would happen? It’s not about dying of frustration.

After finishing speaking, he added another sentence:
"Get something dry, I'm hungry."

"..."

The young man was startled by her reaction, and finally gave her a wry smile and gave her another bowl of porridge.

As she said, he deliberately fished out the bottom of the pot, and most of it was millet. When the young man saw her taking the bowl, he couldn't help but wonder:
"You can think about it."

"So what if you can't think about it, just cross out my name."

"..." The young man was scolded by her and did not dare to say anything.

Zhao Fusheng drank the bowl of bitter grain porridge in two or two mouths, and then said:

"I have something to ask you."

He was busy making porridge for other people. Every time he handed out a bowl of porridge, he looked at the people in front of him, as if to confirm their identities.

Hearing Zhao Fusheng's question, he nodded:

"Not at this time. I'm very busy. You should quickly find an unoccupied room to hide. After tomorrow, you can find me here tomorrow -"

After saying that, he seemed to remember something again and reminded:

"Don't come in, don't enter the Confucius Temple."

"Right at the door." He reminded repeatedly:

"As soon as you call my name, I will come out."

This place was shrouded in a ghost realm, and he couldn't escape anyway, and it seemed that he had to cook porridge and give alms here. After hearing what he said, Zhao Fusheng nodded, put the empty bowl away, and immediately turned around and left.

The Begging Alley was built around the Confucius Temple. It was very large. After a period of ghost troubles, the houses here were half empty. She found a room at random, got into it, and locked the door.

After all this was done, there began to be scattered sounds of running and the sound of the door being bolted outside.

Soon, she heard the sound of someone moving dishes, chopsticks and sundries, and soon everything calmed down.

Darkness falls and evil spirits arrive.

In the extreme silence, Zhao Fusheng heard his own heartbeat ringing loudly.

Every time her heart beat, her chest was shaken by the impact. She held her breath. Maybe it was due to extreme nervousness, but she suddenly heard a strange sound in her ears.

In addition to the 'bang bang' sound of the heartbeat, there seemed to be another sound mixed in.

'Bah bah bah—ta—bah—ta—'

The blood all over Zhao Fusheng's body froze quickly, and a cold ghostly aura invaded the street. At some point in the dilapidated house, thick black air surged in through the cracks in the door panels.

'Tap, tap, tap. '

Heavy footsteps sounded.

(End of this chapter)