I become a god in another world

Chapter 39 Find out the rules
Chapter 39

After eating the donated porridge and water, all the survivors had gone into hiding, and the Begging Alley fell into an eerie silence.

According to the reminder from the young man who gave alms in the Confucius Temple, after the alms were given, the evil spirits were coming, and everyone was already hiding as if they were hiding.

At this time, there are probably no other people besides evil ghosts who dare to walk freely on the streets.

"..."

Ghosts are coming!

Zhao Fusheng stood on his head with chills, and the first thought in his mind was: The pressure of the ghost is too terrifying.

At the critical moment, she subconsciously reached into her arms and took out the box of lamp oil given to her by Paper Man Zhang.

According to the paper man Zhang and Zhang Chuanshi, this lamp oil has the risk of blocking the prying eyes of evil ghosts.

As long as the light is shrouded in the place, it is impossible for the evil ghost to detect her presence.

Thinking this way, Zhao Fusheng felt a little at ease.

Once he had the protective object, the fear in Zhao Fusheng's heart gradually faded away, and then his eagerness to try crazily emerged again.

The reason she entered the begging alley was to solve the ghost trouble. Now that the evil ghost was in front of her, she naturally couldn't dodge.

"Hoo-hiss-huh-hiss--"

After taking a few deep breaths, Zhao Fusheng suppressed his desire to escape, crawled towards the door, and carefully opened the crack of the door amidst his rapid and crazy heartbeat.

The door is old and old, and it makes a sound when moved slightly.

The noise, which usually does not sound loud, seems to be very harsh in moments of extreme silence.

When Zhao Fusheng heard the sound, his mind went blank for a moment, his heart beat rapidly, his hands shook twice, and he almost dropped the lamp oil box he was holding.

She paused for a moment, grabbed the lamp oil box tightly, and forced herself to calm down.

The crisis did not come as a shadow, and her mind suddenly remembered what Fan Bisheng had mentioned: rules.

Evil ghosts have their own rules for killing people.

After triggering the ghost's rules, even if you hold your breath and concentrate, you still can't avoid the ghost's death;
But if the ghost's murder law is not triggered, even if you are in the same room with a ghost, it may not be a dead end.

Based on what she saw and heard after entering the beggar alley, it seemed that the ghost's murder was related to that 'name'.

On the 'one list', 'Sun Fu', who was named earlier, was obviously the unlucky guy who triggered the ghost killing rules next.

Thinking of this, Zhao Fusheng's thoughts became more active again.

She bravely put her head to the crack of the door. After all, she was going to deal with ghosts. Even though she was reborn in this era and was already mentally prepared to fight with ghosts in the future after being haunted by evil spirits, Zhao Fusheng still did it. After a while of mental preparation, I quickly opened my eyes.

The scene on the street came into view.

At this time, there was no one on the streets of Beginning Alley, and at some point, a black evil aura filled the air.

A smell of dampness and mildew was first heard. The pungent smell of blood and the unique smell of rotting corpses were intertwined, forming a smell of death that penetrated into Zhao Fusheng's nasal cavity.

She held her breath and looked at Guiwu with wide eyes.

In the black mist, there was a vague figure slowly walking through the black air.

'Tap, tap, tap—'

Footsteps sounded, and the stiff shadow walked out of the fog, gradually became clear, and approached the street where Zhao Fusheng was hiding.

ghost!
Zhao Fusheng hadn't yet seen the black shadow's face clearly, but the evil spirit and coldness unique to the evil ghost had already taken the lead in covering it up. The shadow got closer and closer, gradually breaking away from the black mist and appearing in front of her eyes.

She grasped the door panel tightly with her free hand, trying her best to stabilize her trembling body, and at the same time suppress her fear of running away and hiding.

Zhao Fusheng knew that fear would only do bad things. If she didn't take advantage of the opportunity to remember the characteristics of the ghost, she would die when it was her turn to trigger the rules in the future.

Her eyes widened as she watched the 'shadow' step by step out of the black mist.

After seeing the ghost's appearance clearly, Zhao Fusheng's face darkened.

The ghost that appeared in front of her at this time was completely different from the headless ghost mentioned by Liu Wu.

This ghost actually has a brain!
Its body is skinny, slightly stooped, and its limbs are as thin as hemp rods.

The ghost's head covered with gray and unkempt hair stood on its slender neck. What deserves Zhao Fusheng's attention was that its hands hanging between its legs seemed to be one long and one short.

Its body was stained with blood, and its exposed skin was covered with bruises and bruises, large and small.

A smear stained with flesh and blood hangs down loosely, obliquely blocking one of its eyes that is as gray as a dead fish, while the other eye is covered with a gray fog film.

The ghost's body is stiff, its knees are not bent when walking, and its feet are heavy, which makes its movements a bit weird, making it easy to distinguish ghosts from humans at a glance.

"..."

Zhao Fusheng's face looked extremely ugly.

She knew that Fan Bishai and Paper Man Zhang were not good people. They knew that she wanted to investigate the ghost case, and maybe they wanted her to die in a beggar alley, and they would not tell all the real clues about the ghost.

Therefore, before entering the beggar alley, she had been very cautious and made preparations repeatedly, but she did not expect that the worst case scenario would actually happen - the ghost in the beggar alley was not the ghost that happened to the Liu family 40 years ago.

The characteristics of the two ghosts were completely different, and the clues she had collected before were invalidated at once.

But then she thought about it and realized that the situation might not be so bad.

After all, Liu Wu mentioned that although the ghost disaster in Liu's ancestral hall 40 years ago was caused by the headless ghost, the headless ghost killed people by killing people's heads.

Maybe the head on Li Gui's neck at this time may not be its original appearance, but maybe it was killed and taken away by it.

Thinking this way, Zhao Fusheng felt a little at ease.

She suppressed her anxiety and widened her eyes to see if there were any traces of splicing on Li Gui's neck - but the black mist filled the air, and her body was dominated by instinctive fear, which affected her. She opened her eyes wide, but she still couldn't see. Clear clues.

The ghost wandered aimlessly back and forth on the street, turning to one end of the alley and then to the other.

The ghost shadow disappeared into the night sky, dragging the black mist, and the sound of 'ta, tap' gradually became distant.

Zhao Fusheng fearfully pressed his face against the crack of the door and stared for a long time. He listened carefully but did not hear any screams coming from the distance.

She didn't know where the evil ghost was wandering, and she was worried about whether to light the ghost lantern and go out to find out——

The heavy footsteps of "Ta, Ta, Ta" sounded again.

The ghost seems to be returning again, and coming very quickly.

Not long after, the black air, carrying the fishy, ​​moldy smell of ghosts, came back, and the evil ghost reappeared from the alley at the other end.

At the corner of the alleyway, it suddenly turned around, and its terrifying face of bruised and purple faces turned around, expressionlessly looking at Zhao Fusheng, who was leaning against the crack in the door and looking out from afar.

"!!!"

Seeing this, Zhao Fusheng's heart shrank heavily, thinking that he was in danger, Li Gui turned his head away again, and then walked slowly in the direction opposite to the house where Zhao Fusheng was hiding.

It walked along the threshold, and the people in the opposite room had already heard the ghost's footsteps.

The survivors who had been living in the Begging Alley were more familiar with the aura of evil ghosts than Zhao Fusheng.

Perhaps knowing that death was imminent, the hearts of those hiding in this house suddenly rose to their throats.

Li Gui passed from house to house and finally stopped in front of a closed door. He paused for a moment and suddenly started knocking on the door.

'Duh!Duh duh! '

Such a move was beyond Zhao Fusheng's expectation. She didn't expect that the ghost was so capable and knew how to knock on the door before entering the house.

This ridiculous move more or less dispersed her fear, and the people in the house naturally did not dare to open the door.

But when he learned that he had become the target chosen by the evil spirit, a desperate cry of death was heard in the room.

The sobs instantly spread throughout the street, and echoes reverberated.

'Aggression! '

The fierce ghost was not affected by the screams and kept knocking on the door.

After the third knock on the door, Li Gui's solid figure gradually disintegrated.

Its terrifying body, criss-crossed with bruises, seeped into the door like liquefied asphalt, and the door was melted to create a huge hole.

Through the dark hole in the door, Zhao Fusheng saw the ghost's figure regrouping in the house. It dragged its heavy and stiff body into the house, and then the ghost was swallowed up by the darkness. After a little effort, a man suddenly came from the house. The scream of despair:

"what--"

But the scream soon stopped, and then a scalp-numbing tearing sound came out.

The begging alley shrouded in the ghost realm was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, and the survivors held their breaths.

Because of this, every tiny sound is amplified to the extreme.

The sound of blood splattering, as if the delicate "squeaking" sound of a big hand stirring into the mud and turning it, clearly reached Zhao Fusheng's ears.

Nervousness, fear, and the sense of joy of surviving the disaster are mixed in the strong smell of blood. These smells are also mixed with the unique miasma smell of internal organs, which is slightly spicy.

The vile ghost who succeeded in hunting quickly walked out of the darkness. The ghost at this time was completely different from before.

Its originally dry belly expanded abnormally several times as if it had had a full meal.

Several pieces of blood-stained intestines were wrapped around his body and arms, and blood stains and undigested feces remaining in the intestines were dripping down.

Li Gui held a human head in his hand. The eyes on the head were wide open, and the lips were grinning, revealing sparse and bloody yellow teeth. The panic and fear before death were fixed on the face of this unlucky ghost.

Zhao Fusheng witnessed a hunt by a fierce ghost with his own eyes, and his whole body was shocked.

This kind of shock cannot be described in just a few words in the Suppression Division's files.But she knew that this was not the time for her to be afraid. Zhao Fusheng tried his best to force himself to ignore the fear caused by the ghost's murder, and focused his eyes on the head and face held by the ghost in his hands.

Although this man's face was distorted by the pain before his death, Zhao Fusheng could vaguely recognize that this was the 'Sun Fu' who was the first to be named when giving alms in front of the Confucius Temple in the evening.

As expected, Li Gui killed people according to the 'register'.

In other words, the charity in Confucius Temple is related to the murder of evil ghosts, and the 'Book of Names' is definitely not an extraordinary object, and should be closely related to the evil ghosts.

Judging from the current clues, after the Confucius Temple donates alms, everyone who has contributed to the Confucius Temple's job will most likely be registered.

The ghost will kill people according to the list. When the charity starts, the first person named will enter the ghost's "sight" and become the target of the ghost in this round of wandering.

Zhao Fusheng's thinking was fast, and she quickly discovered from this series of clues that the way to escape the ghost's murderous rules was very simple: that was to misbehave with the Confucius Temple's bowl.

If there is no donation from the Confucius Temple, the name will not appear on the register.

People who do not appear on the list are not within the sight of Li Gui.

If the law mentioned by Fan Bisheng is absolutely accurate, then even if a person who has not violated the law of ghosts stands in front of a ghost, it may turn a blind eye.

Thinking of this, Zhao Fusheng's face turned pale.

She realized the darkness of human nature.

The survivors who can live here to this day should have known this for a long time, but at that time in front of the Confucius Temple, there were still people who forced the porridge donated by the young man into their hands, forcing themselves to be listed on the ghost register.

Thinking of this, she felt a sense of boredom and disgust in her heart. This anger quickly turned into murderous intent, making her want to immediately pull out the malicious survivor and let him learn the methods of evil spirits.

Zhao Fusheng quickly realized the violence in his mind, which was obviously not normal.

She had used the power of the evil ghost once. Although the influence of the evil spirit had been eliminated through the merits of the Conferred Gods List, it now seemed that the sequelae of controlling the evil spirit were stronger than she imagined.

Although she was freed from the control of the ghost at that time, the ghost still had a great influence on her. She tried her best to calm down her anger, try to avoid being disturbed by this vicious energy, and instead focus on the murderous rules of the ghost. .

Ghosts kill people by name according to a list, and she has thought of ways to avoid the rules of ghosts, but it is not very applicable at this time.

Begging Alley has been shrouded in ghostland, and the survivors trapped in Begging Alley have nowhere to escape.

To live in this world, you must eat whole grains.

When they were desperate, the charity from the Confucius Temple was their only chance to survive. Even if this bowl of rice was a life-threatening meal, they still had to take it.

Zhao Fusheng could also guess what happened next: the survivors trapped in Confucius Temple used alms to survive, while the ghosts killed people through the alms list.

The two form a perfect dead end. People living here cannot escape or escape, and can only suffer and passively wait for death.

If you don't enter the begging alley, don't drive away the evil spirits, and fail to complete the task, everyone will be trapped and die in the ghost realm!

After thinking about all this, Zhao Fuchang let out a long sigh.A life lost.

The ghost returned "satisfied" and followed the direction he came from, "ta, ta" away. The ghost's figure was wrapped in black mist, and the footsteps gradually faded away and finally disappeared.

All the survivors breathed a sigh of relief at this time, and faint sobs began to sound.

This sound is a signal. Even if the people who have been trapped here for a period of time are afraid of the ghost, the deaths of many people have made the surviving people figure out the murderous rules of this ghost earlier than Zhao Fusheng.

They are trapped here, desperately waiting for death, living in fear and joy every day, and the cycle starts again and again.

Black mist filled every corner of the Beggar Alley, and two diametrically opposed atmospheres of despair and happiness blended into the ghostly aura, spreading throughout this ghostland.

After Zhao Fusheng summarized the clues, he quickly realized his oversight:
"No, no."

She originally roughly summarized that Li Gui would appear after giving alms, and he would kill someone when he appeared.

But then she remembered that the houses in the streets shrouded in ghosts only had one room per person, and the young man giving alms in front of the Confucius Temple had reminded her before when he handed her food: look for an empty house with no one around.

In other words, the rules of ghost killing may not be based on the number of people, but on the basis of one house.

The moment a ghost knocks on the door, the people in the house have undoubtedly been marked with the mark of the ghost's prey, indicating that death is imminent.

Zhao Fusheng has not figured out where this ghost came from, how it came into being, or what method it used to kill people. But what is certain is that it is not the same headless ghost as the one before Liu Huacheng's birthday party 40 years ago.

Although she was originally forced to choose this ghost case out of desperation, Paper Man Zhang did deceive her and follow her needs to lure her into a dead end.

Fortunately, she burned the paper man's lair, which was a way to vent her anger in advance.

She began to think about the origin of this evil ghost.

The ghosts are inseparable from the alms given by the Confucius Temple, and the killings by the ghosts are involved in the list of alms given by the Confucius Temple. The Confucius Temple was rebuilt from the Liu Ancestral Hall, so there must be some connection between the two.

At this time, the young man guarding the Confucius Temple and giving alms is the key to solving the mystery.

Zhao Fusheng thought of this and his eyes were dark.

She sat down on the ground, and after gathering strength for a moment, she put the box of lamp oil back into her arms, then crawled on all fours and retracted to sit in the corner.

Although she was well prepared before coming in, and there was a ghost hidden in her body, witnessing the ghost killing people still had a huge psychological impact on Zhao Fusheng, who was born in a peaceful age.

Seeing the disappearance of a human life directly on the spot is different from dreaming. It is more shocking and cruel than a dream.

Fan Bi's reminder rang in her mind: dealing with ghosts will lead to a narrow escape from death.

She touched the lamp oil in her arms, then touched the Book of Souls and Life that she carried close to her body, and then touched her back. At the same time, her consciousness sank into the sea of ​​consciousness, and she looked at the gods on the list of gods. Only then did she feel slightly reassured. .

The evil ghost has killed people and left, but his vigilance in the begging alley has not faded.

Everyone's heart was filled with fear, a thick smell of blood floated in the air, and the smell of death spread on the streets and was inhaled into everyone's lungs.

Although Zhao Fusheng had guessed that she was safe for the time being, she was not mentally prepared for a head-on confrontation with the ghost when she saw the ghost killing people for the first time.

The reminder from the young man in front of the Confucius Temple rang in her mind, making her dare not gamble easily and open the door.

As time passed, the black fog gradually dissipated, and the entire street was shrouded in gray fog, and the suffocating coldness faded away like a tide.

Zhao Fusheng stood up slowly and moved her hands and feet. She still had a lot of things to do today and she couldn't be trapped here forever, waiting for death meaninglessly.

After a night of precipitation, she had adjusted her mentality.

After her blood began to circulate and her numb limbs regained their flexibility, she opened the door that had been pressed against her all night.

When the door of the house was opened with a creak, she could feel many eyes around her secretly staring at her through the crack in the door, just like the scene when she peeped at the ghost last night.

She turned her head uncomfortably, and followed the feeling of being spied on. Those peeping eyes quickly moved away, and then fell on her unscrupulously.

Zhao Fusheng frowned.

Her time was tight and there was no need to waste it on confronting these people.

Thinking of this, she quickly raised her head to look in the direction of Confucius Temple.

After entering the beggar alley yesterday, she discovered that there seemed to be no day or night in the ghost realm, but she could still barely tell the time from some subtle details.

When giving alms at Confucius Temple, the young man's words revealed that it must have been 'night'.

Ghosts appear at night, and there will be a short 'safe time' after the ghosts kill people and leave. At this time, the black fog turns gray, and the 'daytime' that the young man refers to should be at this time.

The Confucius Temple is as eye-catching as ever in the ghost world, and the lit lantern has not been extinguished yet.

Zhao Fusheng composed himself and then strode towards the Confucius Temple.

Her memory is very good, and this ghost case is related to her life and death, so last night, whether before going to pick up alms or after finishing the porridge, she paid special attention to the surrounding terrain and mapped out all the buildings and roads. The details are kept in mind.

This kind of caution and carefulness once made her handy at work, and now it is very likely to save her life at a critical moment.

She soon came to the Confucius Temple.

The Confucius Temple at this time was in sharp contrast to when she came last night.

The front of the Confucius Temple was cold and empty, and the surroundings were silent. The stone porridge table next to it was empty, and all the sundries had been collected cleanly.

There was neither wind nor the sound of birds chirping and insects in the ghost realm. After the evil ghost killed people last night, the survivors restrained their voices and became so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

The temple door is still wide open, and the lights illuminate half of the hall inside. The surroundings are extremely quiet, and there is no trace of living people.

The bluestone floor tiles in the open space in front of the Confucius Temple were wet, as if there had been a heavy rain just before she came, washing away the stone tiles and seams on the ground. Unique scent.

But she didn't know if it was because she witnessed the aftermath of the ghost's murder with her own eyes last night. She always felt that in addition to the smell of mud and water, there was also a faint smell of blood lingering in her nose and the smell of mildew and rot left on the ghost's body.

Zhao Fusheng couldn't help lowering his head, twisting up his clothes and smelling them, and finally his eyes swept across the ground washed by the water.

At this time, the sky was getting brighter and the evil ghost had just disappeared. The surviving people did not dare to come out and move around.

Begging Hutong is in a ghost land. There is no day or night. All natural phenomena are isolated here. Naturally, it is impossible for heavy rain to appear out of thin air. The ground in front of the Confucius Temple cannot be an accident. It should be because someone washed it in advance.

She bit her lip, grinding the dry, cracked skin between her teeth.

Zhao Fusheng raised his head and looked up——

The lanterns above the Confucius Temple have not been extinguished yet. Judging from this situation, it seems that they have been lit since last night.

The light of the lantern was pale, illuminating the beautiful blue plaque above, shrouding the surrounding open space in the white light.

Standing in the light and shadow, Zhao Fusheng instinctively felt a sense of discomfort and subconsciously wanted to hide his figure.

After losing the lively crowds, the Confucius Temple, the only illuminated hall in the ghost land, looked extremely strange and eerie, which made people shudder.

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