I become a god in another world

Chapter 438: Murderous Ghost Sore

Chapter 438

Thinking of this, Master Qian said with a serious face: "My fellow countryman is ungrateful. I ask you all to do a good deed and explain the situation to her. Afterwards, I will treat everyone to a drink and apologize. I will not let her cause trouble and implicate you." After he said that, he looked at Zhao Fusheng coldly: "After you finish asking, leave Jin County immediately. Don't stay too long." After he finished speaking, when he looked at Master Liu Sanye and the others, murderous intent appeared in his eyes, and he was already thinking about how to kill people to silence them afterwards.

Zhao Fusheng looked at Mr. Qian in a different light.

The two parties had only met by chance. She merely mentioned Qian Fa from Huangma Town, but Mr. Qian was willing to pay such a huge price to help her. It can be seen that the clan concept was deeply rooted in people's hearts at that time, and even a bad man like Mr. Qian had good intentions.

"Yes, Lord Tang is the commander of our Demon Suppression Division."

Master Qian's words worked, and the officers said, "It has been more than 20 years, and Jin County has been under his protection." "How is this possible? How is it possible for a ghost rider to live for more than 20 years..." Ding Datong couldn't believe it.

At this moment, he regretted that he had not checked the situation in Jin County in detail. He did not expect such a big mistake to occur on the road.

"Even if my own situation is stable, if a ghost case occurs in the county, once the case is investigated, wouldn't it be——"

Before he finished speaking, Zhou Da, who was held under Fan Wujiu's armpit, struggled and said, "No, there has never been a ghost case in our county in these years—"

He made another shocking statement.

"There have never been any ghost cases?" Now Zhao Fusheng couldn't keep calm anymore.

Ghost disasters occurred frequently during the Han Dynasty.

Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division knows this best. Various ghost cases keep popping up, making it difficult to deal with them.

But at this time, the Jin County police said that there had never been any ghost disasters in the county.

If it was impossible for Ding Datong to hear that Tang Zuwang had lived for more than 20 years, then it seemed particularly absurd to him that there had never been any ghost disasters in Jin County. He couldn't help laughing, "How is this possible?" "Of course it's true. Why would I lie to you?" Zhou Dadao said, "Let me go, let me go." Zhao Fusheng calmed down and ordered Fan Wujiu, "Old Second, let him go. I want to hear what he has to say."

Zhou Da screamed for a long time but it was no use. As soon as Zhao Fusheng finished speaking, Fan Wujiu immediately loosened his hand.

He was caught off guard and fell to the ground, grimacing, and it took him a long time to catch his breath.

"You, you--" He pointed at Fan Wujiu and glared at him hatefully for a few times before he slowly got up from the ground, rubbing his painful body.

"Tang Zuwang is the commander who has guarded Jin County for more than 20 years. He is on good terms with the Wu family and is still alive. And with him in charge of Jin County, no ghost disasters have ever occurred?"

Zhao Fusheng was confused, but he still organized the clues mentioned by everyone into one sentence and asked.

"That's it."

Others nodded.

Zhou Da got up from the ground with a breath of cold air and thought for a moment: "Actually——"

As soon as he opened his mouth, he seemed to remember something and immediately closed his mouth vigilantly.

"Actually what?"

Zhao Fusheng had been paying attention to his expression at this time. When he saw that he was hesitant to speak, he immediately asked, "If you have something to say, just say it. If you say it well, I will naturally reward you."

"I don't want a reward, but your servant punched me and offended me just now. I'm going to punch him twice later to vent my anger." Zhou Da said hatefully.

Zhao Fusheng glanced at Fan Wujiu, who laughed twice: "You have skinny arms and legs, I'm afraid you won't be able to hurt me."

His shameless look made Zhou Da even more angry. Just as he was about to quarrel with him, Zhao Fusheng's face darkened: "Okay, tell me quickly." Zhou Da said angrily: "My uncle mentioned it when he was alive. In fact, there was a ghost disaster in the first two years when Lord Tang took office."

After he finished speaking, he paused for a moment and said, "It was only settled later and it never happened again." "Your uncle? The one who guards the Wu family's old house?" Zhao Fusheng asked.

Zhou Da nodded: "Yes, my uncle said that the Wu family was haunted in the past. He witnessed it with his own eyes, but was frightened afterwards. He soon retired and went home. When he came back, he also told us not to get close to the Wu family. Not long after, he passed away."

Zhao Fusheng and Meng Po looked at each other with serious eyes: "How did your uncle die?"

Zhou Da said, "My uncle said he saw a ghost. He might have been infected by evil spirits and died a horrible death—"

He shuddered as he said this: "Before he died, he had a strange sore on his body—"

"Strange, strange sore?" Zhao Fusheng frowned.

Things are getting more confusing.

She originally thought that Zhou Da's uncle was guarding the Wu family, but was forced to leave because he saw a ghost disaster. It was also very likely that he died because of the law of evil spirits.

The case of Wu Laocai involves the Red Shoes Case and Shen Yishu, and also intersects with Tang Zuwang from Jin County. The ghost cases related to him will only unfold according to the killing rules of these three ghosts.

But whether it was the Red Shoes Case or Shen Yishu, the rules of murder had nothing to do with the strange sore.

Could it be that Uncle Zhou’s death is related to Tang Zuwang?

Unfortunately, the Demon Suppression Division is an institution that ordinary people need to look up to, and it is unlikely that the police will be able to figure out Tang Zuwang’s method of killing people with evil spirits.

She suppressed her thoughts and looked at Zhou Da again: "Tell me, what kind of strange sore is it?" After saying that, she looked at Zhou Da carefully.

At first she only looked at the officer roughly, but now she felt suspicious and looked at him carefully.

He was about thirty-seven or thirty-eight years old, had a mustache, was very thin, and had a slightly hunched spine. He had long arms and legs, and the police uniform didn't fit him well, so he looked like a giant monkey in it.

Judging from his age, he should have been old enough to remember things before his uncle died, so he should know clearly about such important matters.

As soon as she finished asking, Zhou Da's face turned pale and blue, and he bit his lips tightly and shook his head: "It's terrible, very terrible--"

He didn't dare to say.

Zhao Fusheng didn't have time to play dumb with him at this moment. She shouted loudly: "Speak!" She had asked softly and gently before, but now her face was as heavy as water, her eyes were sharp, and she was intimidating without anger. Zhou Da was startled. His knees softened and he fell to the ground with a plop. He answered: "Before my uncle died, he had seven or eight strange sores on his chest and back. At first, the sores were the size of soybeans and red. My uncle thought they were flea bites and didn't take it seriously. But in one day, they grew a lot bigger, like eggs, shiny and bright-"

After he finished speaking, he said, "Why am I kneeling?"

"Stop talking nonsense and keep talking!" Zhao Fusheng said in a deep voice.

Zhou Da shuddered at her drinking: "The sore grew bigger and seemed to have some scars, and the pain was excruciating. My uncle couldn't sleep all night."

Since Zhou Da was able to be a servant, it must be hereditary. His uncle was able to guard the gate for the Wu family, so he also had connections.

When my uncle got the sore, he first went to see a doctor in the city.

When the doctor came, the sore had grown larger and the scars on it became clearer. "It looked like an eye and a nose, as if a shrunken face was pressed through the sore. It was very scary."

More than 20 years have passed, and when Zhou Dazhu recalls the scene, his face still turns pale and his lips tremble.

Zhou's uncle was extremely ill. He lay paralyzed on the bed, groaning in pain. He could no longer speak and could only look at everyone with eyes asking for help.

The doctor from Xinglinyuan was invited to take off his clothes and found the sores on his body. Overnight, they became bigger than the day before. Strange "ghost faces" appeared on the sores, which was really scary.

"Was it cured in the end?" Wu Shaochun asked curiously.

"It's cured."

The doctors in Xinglin Garden are worthy of their reputation.

They dare to try to treat difficult and complicated diseases that others dare not touch.

"The doctor at Xinglinyuan said that this is called 'ghost face sore' and it might be caused by miasma. There were already several cases in the city at that time—"

When Zhou Dazhu said this, Zhao Fusheng frowned and said, "Wait a minute. Ghost face sore? It actually has a name?"

Anyway, the matter has come to this point, and the other officers also said: "There is indeed such a disease. It may be an infectious plague, or it may be some kind of miasma in the city."

After saying this, they all shook their heads in unison: "It's hard to explain anyway."

Everyone looked at each other, with solemn expressions on their faces.

"Is there miasma in Jin County?" Jiang Ying asked.

The others nodded: "Yes, it usually appears at night. Normal fog is blue and mist is green."

Zhou Da also said: "When it first appeared, the people in the city were a little scared, but after a while they were not affected. Maybe it was some kind of miasma, but so far no one has been harmed."

Zhao Fusheng temporarily suppressed her doubts and signaled Zhou Dazhu: "Go on and tell me about your uncle." She asked: "The people in Xinglinyuan are knowledgeable and they called out the name of ghost face sore when they were treating your uncle, which proves that they have treated such cases before."

Zhou Da nodded and said, "It has been treated." Then he shook his head and said, "But they say it is difficult to treat, so we should be mentally prepared."

After the doctor from Xinglinyuan finished speaking, he prepared to start treatment.

He used a fire-heated knife to cut the ghost face sore, pressed the sore with a jade bracelet, and finally squeezed out several fist-sized dark blue and strange "pus balls" from Uncle Zhou's body.

Once the 'pus ball' was dug out, several bloody holes appeared on Uncle Zhou's body, and the painful expression on his face seemed to ease a lot.

"My family thought it was cured at the time," Zhou shook his head, "but the owner of Xinglinyuan reminded us not to be careless, saying that the previous two patients with ghost face sores did not survive that night."

The Zhou family did not understand what the owner of Xinglinyuan meant at that time, until Uncle Zhou started screaming again in the middle of the night.

Suddenly, a lot of dense red spots appeared on my body.

The place where the boil had been dug out began to grow terrible pustules again, and the growth rate of these red dots became faster, seeming to be growing bigger every hour. Eventually, the pustules connected together and formed pus blisters as big as bowls.

The inside was filled with pus and blood, with only a thin layer of transparent human skin left on the surface.

Zhou Da's face was filled with fear: "Do you know what the scariest place is?"

"What is it?" Zhao Fusheng asked.

Zhou Dadao: "In the pus and blood wrapped in human skin, a series of strange ghost faces emerged."

The ghost face is lifelike, and every detail is clearly visible under the light through the transparent thin skin.

"You can see the eyes, noses, lips, and wrinkles on the faces of people of all ages, both men and women—" Zhou Da said in horror: "I took a closer look at my uncle, and he was speechless."

He whispered, "My uncle loves me, and when I approached him, he opened his eyes—" He shook his head again, "No, it wasn't him who opened his eyes, it was all the ghost faces that opened their eyes—"

The ghost faces hidden in pus and blood under the transparent human skin floated up one by one, clinging tightly to the thin skin, opened their eyes, and stared at Zhou Da with resentment.

Even though it was broad daylight, people did not witness the incident with their own eyes, but heard the events retold by a third party, which made everyone's hair stand on end.

Uncle Liu rubbed his arms full of goose bumps and muttered, "This is really weird. Is it because it's been so many years that I remembered it wrongly--"

Zhou Da shook his head in fear, "It can't be wrong. The human skin floated out, and the nose and brow bones pushed up the human skin to form a face, and then the skin broke."

Pus and blood spurted down Uncle Zhou's body.

The uncle immediately had a moment of consciousness, a look of relief and gratitude appeared in his eyes, and then he died on the spot.

Fortunately, the Zhou family had already made preparations when the owner of Xinglinyuan reminded them, and they had prepared funeral clothes, coffins, etc. at home.

……

After Zhou Da finished talking about the past, he casually mentioned: "By the way, the owner of Xinglinyuan who treated my uncle back then is an acquaintance." At this point, he couldn't help but glance at the three Chang brothers who were shaking with fear.

Zhao Fusheng's mind moved: "Could it be Yang Kaitai?"

Zhou Da nodded: "That's right."

He said, "In fact, it was not Manager Yang who was invited at first. At that time, the manager of Xinglin Garden was his father-in-law, but how could we invite such a manager? Fortunately, Mr. Feng was willing to help his son-in-law at that time. Generally, he was willing to bring his son-in-law with him for difficult and complicated cases, so that Manager Yang could practice his skills."

The conditions for training a shopkeeper in Xinglinyuan are difficult.

First you will learn to identify and smell the medicine, then you can touch, cut and make the medicine, and finally you will try to watch the master treat the patients.

It was unknown how many years had passed before they took over the medical treatment.

Although Yang Kaitai is not young, he only started practicing medicine on his own more than 20 years ago.

After he took over his father-in-law's mantle, he also began to accept apprentices, as if the craft was passed down from generation to generation.

"If you don't believe it, now that we have investigated the case, if you have the opportunity to enter the county in the future, you can ask Manager Yang." Zhou Dashun said.

Zhao Fusheng agreed, "We will definitely ask for the details when we enter the county later."

When she said this, Mr. Qian was stunned.

He was about to explode, but Zhao Fusheng didn't give him a chance: "After that, your uncle died. Was anyone in your family infected?"

“No.” Zhou Da shook his head: “My family was scared when we saw how tragically my uncle died, so we burned everything he used, including the bed he slept on, and the bedding and clothes that were stained with blood.” The family was reluctant at first, but Zhou Da’s uncle died so tragically that everyone was scared.

After burning the remains, I was worried at first, but after ten days or half a month, I gradually felt relieved when no one in the family was infected.

……

After hearing this, Zhao Fusheng basically had an idea in his mind.

Zhou Da and the others didn't understand the situation and thought that the uncle was infected with a plague disease - but to Zhao Fusheng, it was more like he was marked by the laws of evil spirits and was killed by a ghost.