I become a god in another world

Chapter 395: Desert Village
Chapter 395

'A-choo!' Someone sneezed loudly.

Everyone was instantly awakened from their nightmare.

Everyone folded their arms and looked around, then someone gasped in relief, followed by someone else crying softly.

Someone in the middle was calling out the names of acquaintances and friends. If they got a response, they cheered to each other. If they didn't get a response, they cried in sadness and despair.

……

Ding Datong thought about what happened tonight and was convinced by the people of Wan'an County.

As expected, these people all have supernatural powers.

Liu Yizhen, who was carrying the coffin, was not a ghost rider, but at the moment when the ghost fetus revived, Ding Datong had worked with him and witnessed with his own eyes that his body turned into a golden sculpture in an instant, suppressing the evil ghost firmly - such a method was not based on the power of the evil ghost, but was rarer and more bizarre than the existence of the evil ghost.

And Zhang Chuanshi, who finally drove the wreckage of the ship out of the ghost realm, was also extraordinary.

Although Zhao Fusheng used the help of ghost money to transfer Shen Yishu's laws, under the blockade of the ghost realm at that time, Zhang Chuanshi was able to escape in the sea of ​​blood by boat and escape successfully, which shows that he was extraordinary.

Not to mention Meng Po and Kuai Manzhou, who were extremely powerful in this ghost disaster.

This little girl, who Ding Datong had always been very afraid of, turned out to be a rare dual ghost rider, and she could ride two disaster-level ghosts at the same time.

Thinking of the group of ghosts, Huang Quan and Mrs. Zhuang Si that Kuai Manzhou summoned at that time, Ding Datong's eyes were full of fear.

The ghost marks on the child's face have completely disappeared.

After easily summoning the evil spirit and completely borrowing its power, the little girl did not show any signs of the evil spirit's power getting out of control.

She seemed to have complete control over the ghost - what's more, Ding Datong felt that she already belonged to the ghost itself.

The little girl's bloodshot pupils had returned to normal, her face was pale, and her expression was so cold that it was almost stiff. She held Zhao Fusheng's hand tightly with one of her little hands, and held a string of money in her other hand.

In the storm, her skirt and hair were slightly lifted, but she looked colder than this winter night.

Faced with Ding Datong's prying, she did not react at all, like an exquisite puppet statue.

Dante Datong has seen a lot, but he always feels like there is another pair of eyes secretly spying on him.

He couldn't help but shiver and dared not stare at Kuai Manzhou anymore.

Meng Po's face turned pale and she coughed lightly twice.

Her blood moon was lost in the previous ghost realm, and she looked a little weak at this moment, but she felt more dangerous to the people in Changping County.

'Ahem. '

Meng Po's cough attracted Zhao Fusheng's attention.

"Are you okay?" Zhao Fusheng asked with concern.

Her eyes fell on Meng Po's neck.

When Zhao Fusheng summoned the Horse-Faced Demon, Meng Po stood in front of Shen Yishu and was almost killed by the Demon.

At that time, Meng Po's neck was torn, but after escaping from the ghost realm, her broken neck was reconnected, and only faint blood-red marks could be seen, indicating the previous crisis.

Meng Po seems to be fine now, but she almost died and lost the Blood Moon. Her apparent calmness at this moment does not necessarily mean that she is really safe.

Meng Po looked up at Zhao Fusheng and saw concern in her eyes. Her hands trembled slightly, and finally she shook her head and whispered:

"fine."

These words caused Fan Wujiu and others nearby to widen their eyes, and they all quietly moved away from her.

"My Lord, I was the one who blamed you all before—"

We are all from the Demon Suppression Division and we all know that summoning evil spirits is not an easy task.

Zhao Fusheng summoned the ghost and eventually took him back by force, which must have had some impact.

Meng Po's eyes showed guilt:
"I, I was--" She paused in the middle of her sentence and asked in a low voice:
"Sir, will you blame me?"

After saying this, her eyes were slightly moist as she stared at Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head:
"No one is perfect, and everyone makes mistakes." She said calmly:

"If we die in the underworld tonight, there is no point in blaming you. But since we are not dead, it does not make sense to blame you."

Her words stunned everyone who heard it.

"It's meaningless to keep saying these things. I only look at the results, not the process. What's important is whether you will do it again in the future."

"No, no -- no --"

Meng Po shook her head and agreed several times.

These few simple words caused everyone to look at different expressions. Zhong Yao subconsciously looked at the two sworn brothers, while Ding Datong and others seemed to be thinking about something.

The ghost rider doesn't leave a good impression.

Being in the company of ghosts means losing control and being unstable.

As the time spent controlling ghosts increases, people will lose their "human" nature, while their "ghost" side will become more and more prominent, so the existence of ghost controllers gives people a very complex impression - they are responsible for eliminating ghost disasters, but they also seem to be the epitome of all the evil in the world.

But when Ding Datong heard the conversation between Meng Po and Zhao Fusheng, he seemed to hear the human nature hidden in these few short sentences.

Everyone was silent for a long time.

Suddenly someone retched.

This dry retching broke the silence. Everyone turned their heads and saw Chen Duozi arching his back and covering his mouth.

Seeing everyone turning their heads to look at her, she became a little timid and shrank her neck nervously.

"I'm sorry, sir, I might be a little seasick--"

Chen Duozi apologized repeatedly.

Zhao Fusheng's eyes flickered, and he finally shook his head:
"fine."

At this time, Ding Datong bravely said:
"Sir, what should we do now?"

After experiencing the ghost disaster on the ship, Zhao Fusheng demonstrated her great strength and decisiveness. Naturally, everyone in Changping County followed her lead and dared not raise any objections.

"When we discussed last night, we mentioned that the ship had already entered Bingzhou and was only two or three days' journey by water from Jin County."

As soon as Zhao Fusheng spoke, an envoy from Changping County found an umbrella from somewhere, opened it diligently, and held it over her head, shielding her and Kuai Manzhou from the wind and rain.

"Yes." Ding Datong responded with a little annoyance.

He regretted that he did not think of looking for an umbrella first, as other messengers got the upper hand.

"Fusheng, are you still planning to go to Jin County again?" Liu Yizhen asked as he picked up the ghost coffin again.

Everyone understood the implication of her words, but the people of Changping County had not spent much time with her and were more in awe of her than close to her, so there were some questions they did not dare to ask like the people of Wan'an County.

"Yes." Zhao Fusheng nodded.

"But our mission this time has failed." Fan Bisi also said.

His words successfully drew everyone's attention to Liu Yizhen's ghost coffin.

The ghost string tied on the ghost coffin has disappeared, the pitch-black coffin has lost its lid, and only an empty coffin is left inside.

When the ghost disaster broke out on the ship, the ghost coffin was shaken, causing the ghost fetus sealed inside to disappear.

The people of Wan'an County were originally invited by Changping County to transport the ghost fetus to Shangyang County to meet with General Jin in the imperial capital.

Now that the ghost fetus is missing, everyone’s mission has failed, and there is no point in continuing to enter the capital.

Ding Datong nodded and said, "The ghost fetus is gone, why don't we just go home now."

Before setting off, he was worried that the ghost fetus case would break out on the ship - what happened last night was what he was very afraid of at first, but fortunately he got through it without any danger.

Although some people died, fortunately it was not him. Ding Datong could only feel indescribable relief after surviving.

He had originally planned to take this opportunity to go to the capital to seek credit, but after escaping death, Ding Datong didn't want any credit at all. Now he just wanted to return to the county government as soon as possible and live the rest of his life comfortably.

"Let's continue to Beijing."

Zhao Fusheng's words ruthlessly shattered Ding Datong's fantasy.

"Continue to go to the capital and meet with the Golden General of the Imperial Capital?" Fan Bisi asked.

Zhang Chuanshi, who was slumped on the deck, said faintly:
"You can go, but I haven't received the pardon from the Lord yet."

Liu Yizhen also said:
"I guess he's thinking about this."

"..."

Zhao Fusheng's eyebrows twitched, and he added:
"There are also salaries and rewards."

The atmosphere suddenly became more relaxed after hearing these jokes from the crowd. Ding Datong couldn't help wanting to laugh, but he saw Zhao Fusheng kicking Zhang Chuanshi, who was lying on the deck, twice:
"Old Zhang, get up and get to work. Pull the boat to the shore first. Once we get to the shore, we'll find a village to rest temporarily and ask where we are. Then we can find a way to go into the county and find someone from the Demon Suppression Division to borrow a car and horse and rush to Shangyang County."

Zhang Chuanshi was kicked twice by her and lay on the boat for a while before he resigned himself to his fate and sat up:

"I worked all night and didn't get any benefit. My hands are sore from shaking—"

Having said that, he grabbed with both hands, and a pair of black oars appeared in his palms. He put the oars into the water, and black gas escaped from the oars, pushing the waves and slowly moving the damaged hull forward.

At this time, the boat was not far from the shore. After rowing for about half a quarter of an hour, the boat slowly approached the shore.

Everyone got off the boat one after another, and Zhang Chuansheng was the last one to get off.

After he got off the boat, the broken boat, which was attacked by the storm and the power of evil spirits, shattered into pieces, turned into large and small wooden boards floating on the water, and was soon swept into the river by the waves.

Such a commotion startled everyone who got off the boat. After looking back, they looked at Zhang Chuanshi again, and all of them showed horror on their faces.

"It's not even daybreak yet, and the rain won't stop any time soon."

Zhao Fusheng glanced at everyone.

There were quite a few people traveling this time. Although the ghost disaster last night caused the deaths of some people, more people survived.

She said:

"Let's find a place to rest first and see if the rain stops when the sun rises."

The others nodded.

Wu Shaochun raised his head and looked around. His nose moved and he quickly locked onto the direction:
"My Lord, I smell fireworks over there."

He stretched out his hand and pointed to the left front where he was facing.

Wu Shaochun had a keen sense of smell. Since he smelled smoke, it must be that there were people living there.

The terrain on both sides of the river seems to be much flatter than the villages and towns in Wan'an County, and there are few mountains and forests. Logically speaking, people living across the river should not live in only one direction.

Could it be that something happened here that led to the sparse population?
This thought flashed through her mind, but she didn't say it out loud at this time. Instead, she nodded:

"Shaochun will lead the way."

Wu Shaochun responded and led everyone forward, taking one step forward and one step back.

This section of the journey was extremely difficult for the group of people.

Except for a few boatmen and sailors who managed to survive, the Lu family lived a life of luxury, and the journey through the muddy road was extremely difficult.

Not to mention the people from the Demon Suppression Bureau, Ding Datong had not made such a long journey personally for a long time. He controlled the evil spirit, and his body's perception of fatigue decreased, but the muddy ground was difficult to walk on, and he still frowned all the way.

After walking for more than an hour, the sky was getting light and everyone saw a small village in the plain in the distance.

The village was surrounded by thick and high walls, covering the houses inside.

There are farmlands outside, but most of them are in a semi-abandoned state.

When everyone saw the village, many of them showed mixed feelings of joy and they all quickened their pace.

But as they got closer to the village, they felt something was not right.

It was the slack season for farmers, and some uncut wheat stubble was left in the fields, allowing it to rot and take root in the soil.

Some fields had not been weeded anymore, and there were more yellow weeds than vegetables, as if no one was taking care of them.

Apart from the rustling sound of rain, no other sound could be heard.

There was no sound of chickens crowing or dogs barking, and no sign of any living human being.

"grown ups--"

Wu Shaochun felt alert in his heart, as he smelled a faint scent of death.

The deathly aura was not strong, but it was everywhere.

"It seems like there is a ghostly aura, but I don't think there are any ghosts nearby—"

Ding Datong twisted his neck, looked around and said something.

His expression was uncertain.

When saying this in front of everyone in Wan'an County, Ding Datong even felt a little unconfident, as if he was showing off his skills in front of an expert.

"Let's go to the village and take a look first."

Zhao Fusheng said.

The crowd walked through the barren fields and arrived in front of the village.

The village was surrounded and blocked by thick high walls. After walking half a circle around the wall, they finally saw the village gate hidden inside the wall.

The main door is fixed with new and old wooden boards of various colors and sizes and iron nails, making the door thick and solid.

Some of the wooden bars used to seal the doors resemble disassembled stools, while others are broken pieces of furniture.

After everyone approached, Zhao Fusheng tried to push the door. The door was bolted from the inside. She pushed twice, and the door panel sank a little, then bounced back with force, making a creaking sound.

Seeing this scene, everyone looked happy.

The locked door means there should be someone else in the village.

Zhao Fusheng did not forcefully push the door open, but instead restrained his strength and knocked twice:

"Is there anyone in the village?"

Her shouts echoed in the rain, spreading far away and bringing waves of echoes.

After shouting, no one in the village responded.

Jiang Ying was impatient and immediately volunteered:
"Sir, I'll break the door open."

"Not urgent."

Zhao Fusheng shook his head and looked at Kuai Manzhou.

The child's figure disappeared from the spot, and the blood mist seeped into the door panel and disappeared completely in an instant.

Not long after, a heart-wrenching scream suddenly came from inside the village:
"Damn it-"

This scream broke the tranquility of the entire village and frightened everyone.

Then there was the sound of a door bolt being pulled open from inside the door, and the door was opened by someone. Kuai Manzhou stood expressionless at the other end of the door, and screams came from inside the manor.