I become a god in another world

Chapter 406: Setting Up the Formation
Chapter 405
Although Ding Datong is also afraid of death, he also knows what is right and what is wrong.

Although the ghost disaster in Dongping Village seems strange at present, the evil ghosts are of low level. With the disaster-level ghosts he controls, he cannot eradicate the disaster here, but he will have no problem escaping.

Zhao Fusheng's actions were radical.

She decided to meddle in the affairs of this place and wanted to clear up the ghost cases in Dongping Village in one fell swoop, which made the problem tricky.

Once things get out of control and something happens to her, the evil spirit will be revived.

Zhao Fusheng controls high-level ghosts.

Whether it was the two door gods, the ghost carriage she rode that day, or the horse-faced evil spirit she temporarily summoned while on the boat, even a fleeting glimpse of them left Ding Datong with a deep shock.

If Zhao Fusheng died, all the evil spirits would be revived. Not only Dongping Village, but Wenxing County and even the entire Shangyang County would be in trouble.

By then, everyone was trapped in the village with nowhere to go.

The moment the ghost disaster breaks out, it can kill everyone.

"Let's fight!" Ding Datong had no other choice but to fight to the death.

He did not dare to question Zhao Fusheng's decision, so he had to discuss it privately with Zhong Yao, Hu Rong and others later.

Although they were afraid, they knew they had no choice, so they all agreed to help.

For an entire afternoon, the villagers of Dongping Village were busy making fires and fetching water.

The people of Changping County, led by Ding Datong, were on high alert, with serious expressions on their faces.

During this period, Ding Datong clearly talked to Liu Yizhen, Wu Shaochun and others in private, told them what everyone had discussed, and agreed to work together to suppress the ghost.

……

Undercurrents surge beneath the busy surface.

After returning from Huangma Town, Kuai Manzhou stayed close to Zhao Fusheng. Seeing that everyone was busy, he whispered in Zhao Fusheng's ear:
"They are discussing this secretly behind your back."

"What to discuss?"

Ding Datong and others thought their actions were secretive, but they were already seen by Zhao Fusheng.

She knew what was going on, but didn't point it out.

When Kuai Manzhou mentioned it, he deliberately teased the child and asked.

"They also want to exorcise ghosts." As the little girl spoke, her upper body leaned in Zhao Fusheng's arms, but her face turned to look at Meng Po, with fear in her eyes.

Meng Po is guarding in front of the ghost stove.

Ghost fire was burning in the stove. After the stove ghost's killing rules were suppressed by her, he could no longer kill people. Instead, he became the source of the ghost fire necessary for her to make Meng Po soup.

The ghost energy in the pot was boiling, and the ghost was suppressed by her and couldn't escape.

Meng Po's blood moon was lost in the ghost realm on the ship. She lost the protection of the blood moon, but did not lose the ability to suppress ghosts.

When she escaped from the ship, she took a small amount of medicinal herbs with her. While the ghost stove was boiling, Meng Po asked Wu Shaochun to help draw a lot of well water and pour it into the pot.

The well water in Dongping Village is full of evil spirits, and when combined with the evil spirits in the ghost stove, it is even more chilling.

Meng Po didn't care about anything and just grabbed the herbs and threw them into the pot.

Ordinary medicinal herbs would start to have a bit of blood after passing through her hands, and would be melted by the ghost energy once they entered the pot. The unknown liquid in the pot turned into a blood-brown color, emitting red smoke.

"..."

Zhang Chuansheng, who was sitting in front of the ghost stove, smelled the terrible smell and a look of fear appeared on his face.

He has not fully recovered since drinking Meng Po's soup, and he is terrified of the soup.

At this time, she saw that she had cooked a large pot and was still instructing Wu Shaochun:

"Shaochun, bring me another bucket of water and pour it into the pot." Then he called Ding Datong:
"Datong, ask the villagers if they have any herbs or something like that at home. Bring them all together so I can put them in the pot."

“…That’s about it.”

Zhang Chuanshi squeezed his legs together and said nervously:
"Meng Po, your pot of soup is getting bigger and bigger. How can we finish it by then?"

When she was in the Demon Suppression Bureau, she was quite particular and could even calculate the ratio of herbs and sugar. Her rigorous attitude also allowed Zhang Chuanshi to comfort himself: people would die if they ate it.

But now she put the herbs in without any rules at all, not even caring about the types of herbs, just putting whatever was available - "If we keep boiling it like this, I think the more we boil it, the more it will accumulate."

"It has to be more, otherwise it might not be enough." Meng Po said with a smile.

As she spoke, the stove ghost in the pot tried to crawl out along the stove. Meng Po raised the shovel, swung her arm and slapped it several times, breaking the ghost's body that had just formed into pieces and pouring it back into the pot.

She seemed not to notice and stirred the pot with a spatula a few times before stopping.

Seeing this scene, the corners of Zhang Chuanshi's and Wu Shaochun's mouths twitched, and they dared not say a word.

"No, not enough? How can it be not enough? I feel like I can't drink any more--"

Zhang Chuanshi murmured in a low voice with a sad face:
"Why not give some to others--" When he said this, his eyes lit up, and then his eyes turned twice with ill intent and fell on Wu Shaochun.

Wu Shaochun was getting nervous when he was looking at him. Just as he was about to speak, Zhang Chuanshi said:

"Give some to Yizhen and Xiaofan as well. They are young and strong—"

"..."

Wu Shaochun breathed a sigh of relief and felt relieved.

But when this thought came to his mind, he felt a little guilty, but he didn't dare to speak out at this time.

Meng Po laughed twice:

"Xiao Zhang, don't worry, this pot of soup is not made for you."

Zhang Chuanshi almost cried with joy:

"It's not for us? Then who is it for?"

Meng Po said calmly:

"The soup I make can be drunk by living people and ghosts alike."

"Break it for ghosts to drink?!" Zhang Chuanshi was shocked and stood there in a daze.

"My Blood Moon is gone, and I don't know if I can help you, sir." Meng Po sighed:
"Times are tough, and life in Dongping Village is not easy. My Lord wants to solve the ghost disaster here, and Datong and the others are helping. I don't know if I can help my Lord without Blood Moon, but I will just do my best."

"..." Zhang Chuanshi was stunned for a while, and suddenly he became very motivated:
"Meng Po, if you had told me earlier, I would have been willing to help."

After he finished speaking, he leaned over and blew air towards the stove.

As soon as the alien's breath was blown into the stove, the already strong ghost fire suddenly ignited high, the flame licked the bottom of the pot, and the unknown medicine in the pot boiled even more violently.

……

Zhao Fusheng didn't know what kind of soup Meng Po was making, but she could tell from Kuai Manzhou's expression that there was something fishy about this soup.

The sky gradually darkened in this strange atmosphere.

The villagers prepared the meal and the people from the Demon Suppression Division ate first.

This is also a natural rule.

The Demon Suppression Division will face a ghost disaster in the future, and everyone will have to fight for their lives.

After everyone had finished eating, it was the turn of the Lu family, the boatman and others. The remaining villagers rushed forward and divided all the food up.

After dusk, the sky suddenly darkened.

The rain, which had been falling all day, suddenly got heavier.

Ever since Zhao Fusheng and his party arrived, the gate of the manor has never been closed since.

After dark, Zhang Chuanshi and others lit several torches and stuck them on the gate, making the area in front of the manor as bright as day.

After everyone had eaten and drunk their fill and rested for a while, Zhao Fusheng stood up. Her action was like a signal, and all the people from the Demon Suppression Division who were staring at her also stood up one after another.

"Shaochun is guarding the stove, and the villagers are not allowed to leave the house." Zhao Fusheng's eyes swept over the survivors of Dongping Village one by one:

"The boatmen and the Lu family are all staying in the village."

Li Dongping's face was mixed with excitement and fear, and he also said loudly:

"I will defend the village for you, sir."

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "Others, follow me out."

Meng Po's soup has already been cooked.

When she saw the time was right, she ordered Fan to die:

"Da Fan, come and help me find two buckets to pour my medicine into."

Fan Bisi responded.

Two wooden barrels had already been prepared. As soon as Meng Po finished speaking, the Fan brothers carried the big pot and poured the medicine into the barrels.

The villagers had already taken a large pile of bowls from their homes and placed them aside.

Ding Datong and others carried out the few tables in the manor that were still intact and placed outside the manor.

Although the people in Changping County didn't know why Meng Po was going to make the soup at this critical moment, Meng Po was so powerful that no one dared to question her actions. They all helped to carry out the medicine barrel and, according to her instructions, placed the bowls that the villagers had gathered on the table one by one.

The medicine cooked in the ghost pot is really weird.

It was boiling in the pot, but as soon as it was poured out, it immediately lost its heat, and even the bucket containing the soup became extremely cold.

When Ding Datong was lifting the bucket, he felt the handle of the bucket was cold, which made him inexplicably frightened when he lifted it.

A cold wind was blowing outside. Ding Datong picked up the bucket and poured it into the bowl. With a "whoosh" sound, the reddish-brown soup was poured into the bowl.

The moment the medicine soup entered the bowl, the cold wind stopped and a strange thing happened. The torrential rain avoided the bowl of soup on the table and poured onto other places instead of into the bowl.

Ding Datong felt a chill in his heart, but he didn't dare to ask more questions. He could only fill up all the bowls one by one.

After finishing the task, when he was about to turn around and talk to Zhao Fusheng, he saw that Zhao Fusheng had already walked to a place about five meters away from the gate of the manor and stood still.

There was originally a piece of abandoned farmland, but due to months of accumulated rain, muddy water had accumulated in the field, making it look like a shallow pond.

At this time, undercurrents surged in the pond, and a whirlwind began to swirl around Zhao Fusheng's back, and the evil spirit was about to revive.

"grown ups--"

"When you're done, go back inside."

Zhao Fusheng gave an indifferent instruction.

Ding Datong carrying a bucket:
"I am with my Lord——"

"When you are needed, you will certainly be there."

Zhao Fusheng did not say anything more to him, and only said:

"Keep an eye on the villagers and don't let anything happen to innocent people."

Having said this, Ding Datong had no choice but to nod in agreement.

He and Hu Rong and others looked at each other and retreated to the side of the gate helplessly.

The water flow beneath Zhao Fusheng began to surge wildly, and a whirlpool appeared on the water surface. Black shadows rubbed around inside, as if countless hands were reaching towards the water surface.

Without saying a word, she unfolded hell.

As the breath of hell came out, all the evil spirits below the evil level were frightened.

Although the fourth level of hell cannot imprison evil ghosts of the evil level, it can imprison evil ghosts of the evil level and suppress the fierce level.

There are many evil spirits in Dongping Village, but their ranks are low and they are just suppressed by hell.

The whirlpool that had formed in the water quickly subsided, and when the wind stopped, the momentum of the heavy rain stagnated.

Zhao Fusheng's goal is to bring out the ghost disaster, so he won't allow the evil spirit to hide.

Her consciousness sank into hell, releasing the ghost troupe suppressed in hell.

After learning that the Demon Suppression Division was going to wipe out the ghost disaster, Li Dongping was quite scared, but besides being scared, he was also very curious, so he hid behind the door and looked out through the gap in the door panel.

The water level in the pond below Zhao Fusheng began to drop rapidly, and in an instant it dropped to the point where mud appeared.

A black wind suddenly blew in front of her, and in the storm, it seemed that several "figures" suddenly appeared.

However, these people's faces were dark blue and their expressions were stiff.

"dead!"

This thought appeared in Li Dongping's mind, and he immediately reacted: Ghost!
It turned out to be a ghost that was moving in front of Zhao Fusheng.

He was scared and wanted to run away, but then he remembered the promise Zhao Fusheng had made to him. His feet, which were about to run, paused and he stopped where he was.

These evil spirits shuttled back and forth in front of Zhao Fusheng, busy all the time.

The ghost domain took shape, and in a short while a shabby platform was built.

The stage was hung with tattered white banners with the words "Huangquan Opera Troupe" written on them.

The dark red dried blood was spilled all over the stage. Several evil spirits staggered onto the stage carrying their belongings, with mournful and malicious looks in their eyes.

Ever since the ghost show started on the ship, the ghost show troupe has suffered heavy losses at the hands of Shen Yishu. Their rank has declined and their strength has been greatly reduced.

The entire troupe looked a little more shabby than before, and Ding Datong felt that the ghost troupe was less attractive to him.

A disaster-level ghost troupe can attract all the ghosts of disaster level and below, but a troupe that has suffered severe damage can no longer attract these ghost riders.

Except for Zhong Yao, Hu Rong, Tao Lifang and others who were evil spirits of insufficient rank, unstable conditions and somewhat unsettled inside, the others were no longer disturbed by the troupe.

However, although the people from the Demon Suppression Bureau can control the influence of evil spirits, the ghosts in Dongping Village are of low level, and the existence of the opera troupe is their nemesis.

Countless holes suddenly appeared in the mud around Zhao Fusheng, and streams of foul-smelling muddy yellow water gushed out of these holes again.

In a moment, the water flowed into a shallow pond again, the evil energy on the ground surged, the whirlwind formed again, and the evil spirit walked out of the water and slowly walked towards the troupe.

The ghost opera troupe resumed its duties, and several generations of ghost actresses took to the stage.

The evil spirit's performance is silent, but carries a strange and captivating power.

The ghosts are attracted first.

The first revived evil spirit was guided by Liu Shan and sat in the seat of the troupe.

The moment the evil ghost sat down, a prompt came from Zhao Fusheng's List of Gods: The ghost troupe has attracted a loyal fan.

At the same time, a voice rang out in Zhao Fusheng's sea of ​​consciousness: Congratulations to the host for successfully resolving the ghost disaster in Dongping Village, and you will be rewarded with 500 merit points.

As soon as the prompt sounded, the evil ghost that had taken shape sat in the ghost troupe, and the ghost shadow gradually merged with the troupe.

He didn't know if it was Zhao Fusheng's illusion, but once the evil ghost was 'swallowed' by the ghost troupe, the ghosts in the troupe, who had previously looked gloomy, suddenly looked better.

As soon as Liu Chunquan's livid face relaxed, he seemed to sense Zhao Fusheng's presence.

The Yellow Springs Troupe's rules are activated, and the Investiture of the Gods reminds you: Liu Chunquan's last wish before his death was to perform a play for you.

The Huangquan Opera Troupe invites you to sit down and watch the show. Would you accept the invitation?

no!
Zhao Fusheng was speechless.

As soon as the ghost troupe recovered a little, they wanted to kill her.

With her refusal, 500 merit points were deducted. The ghost opera troupe was suppressed by the merit points and no longer tried to pull her into the formation. Instead, they began to concentrate on performing the ghost opera.