I become a god in another world

Chapter 413: Deserted Village Footprints
Chapter 413

Zhang Chuanshi suddenly felt flustered and guilty. He didn't dare to look into Zhao Fusheng's eyes, fearing that he would see blame and disappointment in her eyes.

Liu Yizhen and others were also stunned, and no one said a word for a long while.

Zhao Fusheng said:

“This world is not fair.”

Zhang Chuanshi didn't dare to raise his head and said reluctantly:

"Is there anything fair in this world?"

"In my opinion, the existence of evil spirits is fair." Zhao Fusheng smiled:
"Ghosts kill people regardless of whether they are emperors or nobles. As long as they are human and violate the law, they will be killed."

Zhang Chuanshi was already feeling inexplicably bad because of her words, but after hearing this, he felt like laughing.

Before he could really laugh, Zhao Fusheng said:

"But the rich and powerful can bribe the ghost riders of the Demon Suppression Department, using money as an inducement to ask the ghost riders to escort them."

It is not easy for poor people to survive.

The high taxes were like a huge mountain pressing down on them. Common sores and diseases were enough to take their lives, not to mention if they were unfortunate enough to encounter a ghost disaster.

After encountering ghosts, most of them are unable to afford to hire ghost handlers from the Demon Suppression Bureau and can only passively wait for death.

This is where it's not fair.

When everyone heard this, they felt heavy in their hearts.

Zhao Fusheng saw that everyone looked solemn and Zhang Chuanshi seemed to be worried, so he couldn't help but smile again:
"But apart from that, there is still some fairness."

Zhang Chuanshi smiled bitterly:
“Where’s the fairness?”

"The rules of the world divide people into three, six, and nine classes, but as long as they are human, they will be born, grow old, get sick, and die. They have seven emotions and six desires, which are innate."

Zhao Fusheng said this and shook his head:

"We're getting off topic." She changed the subject and asked Qian Fa:
"I see this mountain road is muddy and difficult to walk on. You should be careful and find a place to rest before dusk so that the cows can eat some grass."

The cow that Old Man Huang borrowed was an old ox. Although Old Man Huang was grateful to Zhao Fusheng and others for saving lives in the town and was willing to lend the cow, he was still worried before leaving and repeatedly asked Qian Fa to take care of the cow for him.

After Qian Fa had an argument with Zhang Chuanshi, he was racking his brains over how to fulfill Old Man Huang's instructions. When he heard what Zhao Fusheng said, he responded excitedly.

With this little episode to ease the atmosphere, Qian Fa no longer took Zhang Chuanshi's previous aggressive words to heart and said with a smile:
"Sir, I remember there is a village thirty miles ahead. There is a tea stand at the entrance of the village for passers-by to rest. When we get there, you can get off the car and take a rest and catch your breath."

After he stopped talking about the clan, he regained his warm and kind character. Meng Po asked:

"Thirty miles? How long will it take to get there?"

"We will definitely arrive before dark at the latest." Qian Fa said confidently.

Meng Po smiled and said:
"That's perfect. When we get to the tea stall, you can take a rest while I make another pot of soup to keep with me in case of emergency."

As soon as she finished speaking, Ding Datong and the others immediately showed fear on their faces.

In the battle last night, in addition to Zhao Fusheng establishing his absolute authority, Meng Po's performance, which was completely different from her kind appearance, also won the hearts of the people.

Once the evil ghost revives, it becomes its nature to activate the laws and kill people.

In the situation last night, Meng Po was able to use human flesh and blood to forcibly suppress the bloodthirsty nature of evil spirits and force the ghosts to drink soup. After drinking the soup, the ghosts disappeared one by one, which was really scary.

Thinking of this, Ding Datong's mind turned quickly:
"If ghosts drink Meng Po's soup, will they?"

"Lord Ding, do you want to drink too?" Meng Po turned her head with a smile.

"I--" Ding Datong really hesitated.

He has been controlling ghosts for several years, and he was full of enthusiasm at the beginning, but later on he became nervous and uncertain.

I regret almost every day I spend with the ghost, fearing that the evil ghost will revive and kill me.

Although ghosts are powerful, their harm is even greater. Sometimes Ding Datong was reluctant to give up his position as a general in Changping County, his luxurious house, and his gold and silver, but he was more afraid that he would die before he had the chance to enjoy these things.

Now that Zhao Fusheng had stamped the ghost seal on him, he felt more comfortable than ever before - as if he had returned to the beginning of controlling ghosts, with only the powerful force of evil spirits at his disposal, but without having to worry about being attacked by the ghosts.

Ding Datong enjoyed this feeling, but the fear that the ghost might revive at any time loomed in his heart again.

In fear, after witnessing the scene of Meng Po giving ghosts soup to drink last night, he actually came up with a bold idea - if the evil ghost he controls is about to get out of control one day, can he use Meng Po soup to disperse/kill the evil ghost, regain his freedom, and live a comfortable life as a rich man from then on?
Once this greedy thought came to his mind, Ding Datong could no longer restrain himself.

Meng Po was still looking at him. Just when he wanted to speak, he saw Zhang Chuanshi winking at him and secretly shaking his head from time to time.

"Meng Po, will the ghost die if he drinks this soup of yours?" As soon as he saw Zhang Chuanshi's appearance, he immediately became alert.

Meng Po smiled and said:

"I don't know whether ghosts can die or not. Adults know more. Maybe adults can tell me."

She had just said it casually, but as soon as she finished speaking, Zhao Fusheng actually nodded:
"Yes, I do know some."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone became interested.

Even Meng Po was a little surprised. She turned her head and stared at Zhao Fusheng, and then she heard Zhao Fusheng say:
"This soup cooked by Meng Po also has a history."

"W-what's the origin?" Zhang Chuanshi's throat started to feel bitter when he heard the words 'Meng Po Soup'. He frowned and asked involuntarily:
"I think she just randomly pours anything into the water, no matter if it's fragrant or smelly, like she's cooking pig food, throwing it all into the pot—"

"This is just the 'shape' you see." Zhao Fusheng laughed and said lightly:

"The medicinal ingredients in Meng Po's soup are just the 'form' of the soup, but the main reason why this soup can kill evil spirits is the 'spirit'."

Meng Po said in a daze:
"I don't understand what you said, sir—"

"When you went to Shilipu earlier, when you were making soup, you were thinking of the medicinal candies that your daughter loved to eat." The amount of ingredients put in is secondary. Instead, it is Meng Po's love for her daughter at that time that is the real base of the soup.

So later the soup turned out to be poisonous, but whether it was Zhang Chuanshi or Ma who drank the soup, although they had diarrhea all the way, they did not die in the end. Instead, they turned into special beings that were neither human nor ghost - this was the first time that Meng Po's soup showed its extraordinary properties.

"And the reason you made soup last night was because you had evil intentions in mind." Zhao Fusheng glanced at Meng Po:
"We met Shen Yishu before we arrived at Dongping Village—"

Her life's fate is closely related to her daughter's experience.

Although she had already guessed what would happen to her daughter, Meng Po was still deeply shocked when she actually saw the evil ghost revive.

She did not have an attack at that time and followed everyone to escape from the ghost realm, but Meng Po must have been extremely uneasy in her heart.

When she was making the soup, she was filled with resentment and hatred, as well as sadness and pain, so the soup she made was filled with more resentment than a ghost.

Zhao Fusheng said this and looked at Meng Po deeply:
"After the ghost drank the soup handed out by Meng Po, the resentful and evil spirits of the two counteracted each other, just like a higher-level defeating a lower-level one, and the evil ghost's lifelong obsession was dispersed."

The obsession of a person before death turns into the rules for the ghost to kill after the evil ghost is resurrected.

"Without obsession, the law will naturally cease to exist, so from this perspective, it is true that Meng Po 'killed' the evil spirit." After saying this, she added:
"This is also the real way to kill evil spirits—" She paused and continued:
"--one."

Everyone was amazed after hearing this.

Ding Datong's heart was pounding, and he didn't know whether he was afraid or excited.

He remembered Zhang Chuanshi's previous look and asked hurriedly:
"What about Meng Po's soup..." He originally wanted to ask Meng Po, but when he thought of Zhao Fusheng's previous explanation of the origin of Meng Po's soup, he quickly turned to look at Zhao Fusheng:

"If the ghost rider drinks Meng Po's soup--"

"I don't know about that." Zhao Fusheng shook his head and sighed:
"But how can you have the best of both worlds?" Although she was smiling, the smile did not reach her eyes.

Her eyes were calm, but her tone revealed a kind of pity, as if indifference and compassion coexisted. This gave Ding Datong an extremely strange feeling, as if the dark thoughts deep in his heart were seen through by her eyes, leaving nothing to hide.

"They want the power to control ghosts, to gain wealth and power, and then they want to escape unscathed."

If such a good thing happens, it is a rare opportunity; if such a good thing does not happen, it is also understandable.

Zhao Fusheng changed the subject and said with a smile:

"In fact, Lao Zhang has drunk Meng Po's soup before—"

"I think Master Zhang is fine--" Ding Datong hesitated.

Zhang Chuanshi couldn't say he was okay either. His face was blue and his lips were black. His eye bags were as heavy as two fish bubbles. His hair was sparse, revealing a bald forehead.

When Ding Datong said this, he couldn't help but touch his forehead, and then tentatively pointed at Zhang Chuanshi's head:
"Master Zhang, did all the hair fall out after drinking the soup?"

He brings up things that are not related to the topic.

Zhang Chuanshi had been fond of him because of his attentive flattery over the past month, but when he heard this he became furious:
"Nonsense! I think you are crazy. How can taking some medicine cause hair loss? Isn't it normal for me to lose hair at my age? Why do you stare at my hair every day--"

After saying this, he looked at Zhao Fusheng angrily:

"My Lord, look at this man—"

"Then, then I won't drink the soup--" Ding Datong felt like backing out.

Zhang Chuanshi secretly hated in his heart: he had been a rich but unkind man in his life and had never done anything good. It was rare that he was deceived by Ding Datong. He was kind-hearted and wanted to remind him not to drink carelessly, but he didn't expect to suffer such a retribution.

He secretly swore: I will never be a good person next time.

……

Amid the noise and laughter of several people, the atmosphere in the car gradually became relaxed, and before they knew it, it was getting dark.

Before it got really dark, Qian Fa, who hadn't spoken for a long time, suddenly spoke up:

"Sir, the village ahead is Hejia Village. Look, the tea stall is right there."

Sitting outside the ox cart was Zhong Yao. He leaned over to take a look and then nodded:

“There is indeed a broken stall.”

Qian Fa also became excited and shouted at Qingniu to hurry up.

The car finally stopped when it reached the tea stall.

The sky has darkened, and tonight seems to be a moonless night with thick clouds.

In the darkness, an extremely dilapidated thatched pavilion appeared in front of everyone. The pavilion was supported by four thick bamboo tubes, with an earthen stove underneath and two simple tables made of stone bricks next to it.

It seemed that it rained in this place the day before.

The foundation of the pavilion was slightly higher than other places, and the ground below had turned into a thick mud that had not yet completely dried out. The mud was covered with dense footprints.

As Qian Fa said, Hejia Village is a must-pass place for many towns to enter the county. This tea stall is used to entertain passers-by, and the flow of people should be quite large. Before the vehicle approached completely, people had already smelled the odor of feces.

'Ding-dang-dang.'

Everyone had stayed in Dongping Village earlier and had become accustomed to this smell. When they smelled it again, they just frowned and no one realized that anything was wrong.

At this moment, a series of crisp collision sounds suddenly rang out.

It was as if some poor man's purse was shaken.

Zhang Chuanshi is a businessman and is most sensitive to the sound of money. He immediately turned his head and looked above his head.

The child who was originally leaning on Zhao Fusheng's arms had disappeared at some point. A small pool of thick blood gathered on the roof of the car. As he watched, it slowly seeped into the wood of the roof, quickly shrank and finally disappeared.

Kuai Manzhou sat on the roof of the car and was shaking the money, making a noise.

Zhao Fusheng immediately became alert.

Her expression changed slightly, and the people in Wan'an County who were particularly familiar with her immediately noticed that something was wrong.

Ding Datong was about to speak, but suddenly he noticed the tense atmosphere and did not dare to speak.

Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division realized that this place was weird, but in addition to people from the Demon Suppression Division, there were also ordinary people in this convoy.

Zhao Fusheng coughed lightly and suddenly shouted:
"Qian Fa, you might as well just park the car here and don't go forward."

Qian Fa laughed and said:

"Sir, please sit down and rest. The ground here is full of mud and water, which makes it difficult for you to walk down. If you step into it, your shoes will be ruined."

He drove the cattle:
"I'll park the car in front of the pavilion. It's clean inside, so you gentlemen can take a rest."

After saying that, he shouted again.

The cow took a step forward after being scolded by him, and then let out a panicked cry.

"Hey, you beast." Qian Fa was a little surprised when he saw the cow retreating.

But he was just an ordinary person and was not sensitive to ghost energy. What's more, the car was full of important figures from the Demon Suppression Bureau. Zhao Fusheng and his group had just saved the lives of everyone in Huangma Town. In his mind, they were like gods who had descended to earth. He was not even afraid of walking at night.

Seeing that the cow refused to move forward, he immediately whipped it.

The cow was hit and instinctively raised its hoof forward in pain, and happened to step into a footprint.

"卬——"

The cows were mooing.

All this happened in a flash, and by the time Zhao Fusheng wanted to order Qian Fa to stop the car on the side of the road, it was too late.

The blue ox had no way to turn back. After leaving the first footprint in the mud on the ground, it no longer needed Qianfa to shout and drive it forward. It started to move forward slowly on its own.

"He won't listen unless he is beaten--" Qian Fa was still sighing, but he saw the blue ox approaching the pavilion, stopping for a moment, then turning around and going around the pavilion, walking forward along the pavilion.