I become a god in another world

Chapter 397 A wave of unrest

Chapter 397

The villagers looked at each other, shaking all over, and ignored Zhao Fusheng's questions.

Jiang Ying became anxious upon seeing this scene. He rolled up his sleeves and was about to reveal his true identity as a member of the Demon Suppression Division - but Zhao Fusheng's eyes swept over him and he paused.

Zhao Fusheng stopped Jiang Ying from beating and scolding people with her eyes, and her gaze fell on the villagers.

"Go and look for other people in the village." As soon as Zhao Fusheng finished speaking, some villagers suddenly showed anxious expressions on their faces.

It looks like there are people hiding in the house.

Fan Bisi and others received the order and walked towards the village, ready to summon all the villagers.

"Who among you is in charge?"

As soon as Zhao Fusheng finished asking, the other people in the village avoided her gaze, lowered their heads, twirled their clothes, or looked around, not daring to look her in the face, fearing that if their eyes met, they would be dragged away by her.

When Ding Datong saw that she asked several questions but the villagers remained silent, a stern look flashed in his eyes.

But Zhao Fusheng hadn't said anything yet, and she didn't look angry because the villagers didn't say anything. Ding Datong glanced at the people in Wan'an County and saw that Liu Yizhen and others were sitting there without moving. After hesitating for a moment, he controlled his temper and didn't say anything.

"Are you dumb?"

After a while, Hu Rong finally couldn't help it and asked.

The villagers were even more frightened, so Zhao Fusheng simply pointed at a villager:
"Come out and answer."

Zhong Yao took a quick step forward and lifted out the person she was pointing at.

This man was short, only reaching Zhong Yao's armpits. He wore ill-fitting clothes that revealed his concave belly.

As soon as he was caught by Zhong Yao, his pair of thin legs like bamboo sticks curled up and hung in the air. He was so scared that he dared not make a sound.

"Just answer whatever the master asks you!" Zhong Yao shouted.

He prostrated himself on the ground, begging for mercy:
"Mercy, mercy, sir, mercy."

The man was sprawled on the ground, his limbs so limp that he didn't have any strength to support himself. The other villagers saw him howling on the ground like a bug, and they dared not make a sound.

Not long after, Fan Bisi and his men drove out another wave of hiding villagers, most of whom were underage children and some younger women.

As soon as this group of people were driven out, the faces of the villagers who had been brought here earlier immediately changed.

Among them, Fan Bi Si personally picked one out.

The man's cheeks were dark, and he was being dragged by Fan Bisi's collar, with the toes of his feet touching the ground. He was dragged all the way but he was very unconvinced, sniffing and shouting:
"Let go, let go of me——"

After he finished shouting, he turned around and wanted to bite Fan Bisi's hand, but there was a huge difference in age, height, and strength between the two men. The boy was about fifteen years old and was far from being Fan Bisi's opponent.

When the boy failed to bite, he suddenly spat at Fan Bisi.

The saliva flew up with the wind, some of it landed on his face, but most of it sprayed towards Fan Bisi.

Fan Bisi dodged in time, but was still a beat too late. Most of the saliva fell on the surface of his shoes, and his face instantly turned black.

"Hahaha--"

When the young man saw it, he burst into laughter.

When Fan Wujiu saw his elder brother suffer a loss, he immediately became angry:
"You kid——"

"What are you doing? I'm from the Demon Suppression Division!"

When the young man saw him preparing to strike him, he was not afraid but raised his head:
"I'm from the Demon Suppression Division. Do you dare to hit me?"

"Demon Suppression Division?" Fan Bisi, who had been stamping his feet after being spat on, felt his anger subside after hearing this. He looked at Zhao Fusheng speechlessly, but saw that Zhao Fusheng was both amused and annoyed. He looked at the young man and said:
"Are you from the Demon Suppression Department?"

This Dongping Village looks weird, and it is estimated that it has been haunted before.

And based on the situation here, the villagers probably understood the rules of how ghosts kill people, so they figured out a strange way to avoid ghosts. That’s why these surviving villagers have been able to survive safely to this day.

Although these people were still alive, they were frightened and did not dare to speak easily when outsiders entered - especially since Zhao Fusheng and his group were so numerous and powerful, these people dared not make a sound.

Zhao Fusheng was not afraid of encountering ghost disasters, but he was very troubled by this situation.

At this time, a brave young man finally appeared in the village. When she saw him, she not only did not feel offended by him, but was very happy.

"I am from the Demon Suppression Department—"

The boy's face was covered with soot, leaving only a pair of fairly clever eyes exposed.

As soon as he finished speaking, Fan Wujiu could no longer bear it:
"You are the Demonic Secretary—"

"I, I, why am I not?"

The boy was still quite young, and became a little panicked when he heard Fan Wujiu's words.

Zhao Fusheng waved his hand:
"Is your village called Dongping Village?"

Seeing that the boy showed no fear at all, she simply asked directly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the young man, who had previously shown himself to be fearless, suddenly showed a look of vigilance on his face.

"Who are you? What are you doing in Dongping Village?"

"When the master asks you a question, just answer it. Why do you care what we are here for?" Ding Datong glared and shouted.

He had been in a high position for a long time and had an intimidating aura. As soon as he finished speaking, the young man was frightened and shrank his neck.

Zhao Fusheng smiled faintly and said:

"Why are you scaring him?"

After she finished speaking, she looked at the young man and said:
"We are from the Demon Suppression Division of Wenxing County under the jurisdiction of Shangyang County. We heard about a ghost case in Wenxing County a month ago, so we were ordered to go out of the county to investigate the case."

Zhao Fusheng made up an explanation.

When the young man heard that she was from the Demon Suppression Bureau, his eyes lit up and he subconsciously wanted to walk towards her.

But as soon as he moved, Fan Bi Si remembered that he had been unruly before and was afraid that he would be disrespectful to Zhao Fusheng, so he quickly grabbed him by the collar.

The boy was pulled back by him, his feet gripping the ground tightly, his hands flailing, and he shouted:
"Hey, hey, hey, don't pull me, I want to meet the adults--"

Fan Bisi loosened his grip, stood firmly on his feet, his eyes sparkling:

"Are you really from the Demon Suppression Department?"

"Do you think what I said is true or false?" Zhao Fusheng asked him with a smile.

He hesitated again.

He couldn't tell whether Zhao Fusheng and the others were really from the Demon Suppression Division, but they didn't look weak and their clothes weren't shabby.

Although he looked a little haggard due to a sleepless night, he did not look like a person who had been starving for years. Even if he was not from the Demon Suppression Division, he must have been born into a wealthy family.

While the young man was hesitating, a cold wind suddenly blew from outside.

The ghost fog that had dissipated earlier reappeared after a moment.

The villagers, who had originally looked expressionless, showed fear at the sight of this scene, and many of them showed despair in their eyes. The young man, who had been quite arrogant before, changed his expression when he saw this scene.

He subconsciously wanted to dodge, but as soon as he stepped back, his eyes swept across the faces of the villagers, and he clenched his teeth again:
"I'll close the door!"

The boy's words revealed two pieces of information: It seemed that Dongping Village had indeed encountered a ghost disaster before, and the ghost should be related to the wind and rain from the outside world, so after suffering the loss, the villagers covered the roof of the village and nailed the wooden door to prevent rain from spilling into the village.

What they were guarding against was not rain, but ghosts.

"No need to close it."

Zhao Fusheng said lazily. When the young man heard this, he immediately became anxious:

"If it's not closed, there will be--"

Before he could finish his words, he heard gusts of cold wind outside. Black air gathered in the rain and turned into a small whirlwind again, crashing towards the open door.

When Zhao Fusheng saw this scene, he was not afraid but happy.

She spent 2000 merit points to brand the door god for Dongping Village. She had previously solved a small ghost disaster and only gained 500 merit points. If such a small ghost disaster appears again, the accumulation of merit points can make up for some of the losses.

As soon as his mind turned, he saw black air gathering in the air.

It was almost dawn one moment, and it seemed as if it had fallen into darkness the next.

Under the night rain, countless evil spirits surged in from all directions, gathered at the entrance of Dongping Village, and gradually formed an indistinct black ghost shadow.

The ghost figure seemed to be holding a tattered umbrella and slowly walked towards Dongping Village.

Everyone was very frightened.

Even Ding Datong, who controlled the evil spirit, took two steps back with a look of shock on his face.

Wu Shaochun had experienced many major cases and had accumulated a lot of experience in handling cases. After his initial surprise, he quickly recovered, glanced at Zhao Fusheng, and waited for her instructions.

"That's strange—"

Zhao Fusheng asked curiously.

"This, this looks like Aunt Zhen—" the young man said tremblingly.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the ghost holding the umbrella approaching the door.

When it was about ten feet away from the door, the ghost brand on the door was activated again by the evil spirit of the evil ghost.

In a flash of blood, two ghosts walked down from the door, tore the ghost holding the umbrella into pieces, and the evil spirit was drawn into the ghost door panel.

In a short while, the disaster disappeared without a trace.

The Investiture of the Gods reminds again: Congratulations to the host for successfully resolving the ghost disaster in Dongping Village, and reward 500 merit points.
The door god gained 6 devout believers.

Shortly after the door god solved a ghost disaster and received a reward, another evil ghost appeared and was blocked by the door god, which earned Zhao Fusheng merit points again.

When she heard the tip about the Investiture of the Gods, she didn't show it on the surface, but she was very happy in her heart.

"..."

The young man who had been frightened before stood there in a daze, looking at the two ghosts returning to their positions and turning into blood marks on the door panel again, and his eyes widened.

"This……"

"What on earth happened in your Dongping Village? Why do evil spirits appear one after another?"

After Zhao Fusheng's initial joy at gaining merit points again was suppressed, confusion arose again.

Weird! Really weird!

Logically speaking, evil spirits restrain and restrict each other. Due to this special rule, it is impossible for two evil spirits to revive at the same time in the same ghost domain - the door god is a special exception, so the revival of the door god at that time shocked Fan Bisi so much.

But the ghost case in Dongping Village is very special.

As one ghost is subdued, another one is born, as if this place is a special place for raising ghosts, which can continuously raise new evil ghosts.

When she thought of this, her expression darkened and she asked the boy:

"What's your name? Tell me the truth about your ghost case here."

"Then just now——"

The young man stared blankly at the strange blood-red ghost on the door panel and muttered:
"Yes, what is it?"

"It is our master who has stamped the door god mark on you. As long as the door god guards you, you can stop all the ghosts!" Fan Wujiu said proudly.

"Door God Seal?" The young man's eyes lit up and he asked:
"With the protection of the door god, can we really stop the hundreds of ghosts?"

"Of course. Our master is such a great man, that he would deceive a country boy like you who has little knowledge?" Zhang Chuanshi snorted.

The young man was not annoyed by his ridicule, but was very happy. He immediately bowed down and said:

"It is indeed the Lord from the Demon Suppression Division."

As soon as he bowed, he turned around and shouted:

"Fourth Uncle, Youngest Aunt, you are all quick to kowtow to the Lord. The Lord from the Demon Suppression Division has indeed come to handle this case."

The others were at a loss, panicked and frightened, and had already lost their minds. After hearing what he said, they all knelt down one after another.

"Let's not talk about these small talk for now. Tell me about the ghosts in your Dongping Village."

Zhao Fusheng always felt that the matter was not over yet, so she stopped the boy from talking and brought the topic back to the ghost case.

The young man turned his head to look at the other villagers again. The others didn't dare to say anything, so he could only say:

"Your Excellency does not know——"

At this point, he showed a look of fear in his eyes:

"We don't know what this ghost is about, but if we want to talk about the strange things, we have to start from seven or eight months ago."

When he mentioned this time, his eyes, which were usually quite clever, showed a look of sadness:
"We are located in Dongping Village, Tumen Town, Wenxing County. The village used to be quite large. In the early years, many people who could not escape settled here."

The boy is young, but he speaks clearly. Compared with the villagers who are frightened like quails, he is brave, quick-witted, and speaks in an organized manner.

Zhao Fusheng nodded and said:

"But we see that there are not many of you——"

As she spoke, she looked at Fan Bisi, who nodded to her:

“Everyone in the village is here.”

The village is not very big, and the open space in the village can accommodate at most one or two hundred people. Now a group of people have not yet occupied the entire open space, and some of them are survivors from Changping County.

Zhao Fusheng roughly counted the number of people. There were at most forty or fifty of them, and they had nothing to do with the "big village" mentioned by the young man - this also meant that a large number of people might have died tragically in the ghost disaster in Dongping Village.

Thinking of this, Zhao Fusheng's heart sank slightly.

"All dead."

The young man said sadly:

"They are all dead. My parents, brothers and sisters are all dead too."

"I see you have built a shed here, built a wall outside, and thickened the door to prevent rain from entering the house. I think you must know something about this ghost case." As soon as Zhao Fusheng finished speaking, the young man nodded:

"Yes, there are ghosts when it rains—"

He cried for a while, but when he talked about business, he sniffed twice and said:
"Wherever the rain falls, ghosts appear—"

After saying a few words, he became a little excited again:
"We initially thought it was a relative who had returned, but it turned out to be a ghost who wanted to kill people—"

After all, he was still very young, and after saying a few words, he lost his composure again.

Zhao Fusheng had no choice but to steer the topic back to the original right track:

"How did you find out that ghosts appear when it rains? You mentioned earlier that something strange happened seven or eight months ago. What was it?"

She asked two questions in succession, which gradually calmed the originally flustered boy down.

Infected by her calm attitude, and the fact that the door god had previously displayed great power to block the evil spirit, all this seemed to give the young man great courage.