I become a god in another world

Chapter 458: Ghost Letter Mark
Chapter 458

As soon as the two brothers rushed into the group of ghosts, the evil spirit of the fierce ghosts rushed towards them and submerged them.

But the two brothers are not good people either, and they have a fierce and murderous aura.

Especially Fan Wujiu - he had Zhao Fusheng's promise in front of him, as well as the protection of the door god's mark. At the same time, he had defeated three ghosts in succession and gradually became confident. When facing the group of ghosts, he was no longer afraid. He punched out, and the three ghost heads sticking to his fist immediately lay on the body of the evil ghost he hit and sucked it fiercely.

The ghost was broken up, turned into ghost shadows and then stuck to his fist, becoming his special aid.

……

Fan Bisi was a little timid at first, but seeing how brave his brother was, he was worried that something might happen to Fan Wujiu, so he followed his brother.

When Fan Wujiu rushed forward, he was responsible for the left and right.

The two brothers punched without any rules, but they were born with special physiques, they were fetuses born from the living dead, and when their fists hit the evil ghost's body, it was almost the same as hitting a human.

By the time Fan Bisi came to his senses, he had already been overwhelmed by the group of ghosts from the Wu family.

When the Wu family encountered danger, both the old and the young were involved. The resentful and evil spirit from the evil ghost formed an endless ghost domain, blocking the figures and voices of Zhao Fusheng and others.

It was as if the two brothers were surrounded by ghosts. When Fan Bisi turned his head left and right, all he saw were dark and stiff faces.

The breath of death was blowing in my face, mixed with an indescribable chill that made me shiver uncontrollably.

Gusts of cold wind blew, and an evil ghost wrapped in mist appeared beside Fan Wujiu in an instant. Fan Bisi's heart trembled, and seeing that his brother was just moving forward and forgot to look back, he was so worried that he didn't care about being afraid and also struck out with a palm.

He lacks courage and is not as fierce as Fan Wujiu.

After this palm was thrown out, it hit the body of the evil ghost.

The ghost's body was like a soft clay doll under his palm, and the place where it was hit immediately dented, clamping his palm.

The chill passed through his palm and into his arm, causing goose bumps to appear immediately.

The evil ghost's flesh was rotten, and an indescribable feeling of nausea mixed with resentment and the smell of blood rushed into his nasal cavity.

The ghost reached out to grab him, and Fan Bi Si, horrified, fought back again.

He fought without any method, just grabbing and hitting randomly, until the evil ghost's body was beaten to pieces, and after a few breaths, it turned into ghost mist and dissipated.

At the same time, half of a ghost's head appeared between Fan Bisi's palms.

He succeeded in his first strike and his confidence increased greatly.

The two brothers worked one in front and one behind, and soon they solved all the revived ghosts in the Wu family's house.

"grown ups!"

Fan Wujiu called out to Zhao Fusheng excitedly. He was now haunted by ghosts, with countless ghost shadows overlapping on one hand, forming a special "chain" hanging on the ground, and he was pulling him back.

An expression of resentment and pain appeared on the ghost's face. He rolled on the ground, and murderous aura was rising, making Fan Wujiu look eerie, like a living ghost.

When he walked back, Chen Duozi was a little afraid. He hid behind Zhao Fusheng, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed, secretly staring at Fan Wujiu and the other two.

And Fan Bi Si walked beside him.

Compared to Fan Wujiu who dragged the special 'ghost chain', he killed fewer evil spirits.

The ghosts overlapped on his hands, forming two short spears.

"Sir, are we also controlling a very evil creature?"

Fan Wujiu raised his hand excitedly, looked at the "ghost chain" dragging on the ground, and asked.

Liu Yizhen turned to look at Zhao Fusheng. Zhao Fusheng's eyes flashed and he was about to speak: "This——"

I saw a bright red light outside.

A red light suddenly flashed in the dim room, as if a beam of light was shining directly down from above.

Everyone subconsciously looked up and saw a big hole that had been burned on the roof at some point.

Through the cave entrance, you can see the gray and foggy sky with a blood moon hanging in the sky.

While Zhao Fusheng was stunned, the surroundings suddenly became quiet.

The excited voices of the Fan brothers disappeared, and the nervous and suppressed breathing of Liu Yizhen, Chen Duozi and others when they encountered the ghost also disappeared without a trace.

"not good!"

Zhao Fusheng's heart trembled and he subconsciously clenched his palms.

She often held Kuai Manzhou's hand. The child was inseparable from her and liked to stay by her side most of the time. At this moment, her palms felt empty. Without Kuai Manzhou clinging to her, Zhao Fusheng felt uncomfortable for a moment.

At this time, everyone was in the ghost realm, and she was worried that something might happen to Kuai Manzhou.

Zhao Fusheng's eyes darkened, anger rose in his heart, and he turned his head to look around.

After seeing this, her tense heartstrings relaxed a little.

After Er Fan killed all of Wu's minions, the lobby remained the same as before.

There are chairs on both sides, and the ancestral tablets of the Wu ancestors are enshrined in the middle.

Meng Po, Liu Yizhen and others who were originally standing beside her had sat down on a chair and were sleeping with their backs tilted.

The young Kuai Manzhou also sat on the stool.

The child's body was not tall enough, with his feet dangling in the air, his hands folded on the armrests of the chair, his face pressed on the backs of his hands, and he looked like he was sleeping soundly.

"Huh——" Zhao Fusheng breathed a sigh of relief.

Only then did she realize that she was still standing in the middle of the lobby, with her hands flat on her chest with her palms facing upward.

"Just now it seemed as if the moonlight had burned a big hole in the roof—" Her thoughts gradually came back to her mind, and she recalled the previous scene: "There was blood-red moonlight shining directly down—"

Zhao Fusheng realized it in time, and when he looked up again, he found that the roof was intact, not damaged at all, and there was no red moon.

Instead, lanterns were lit outside the house at some point. The lanterns were made of bright red silk. The light shone through the red silk, dyeing the entire mansion a bright red.

At this moment, Zhao Fusheng's hair stood on end.

A strange, ominous feeling came over her, and her palms felt cold, as if they were brushed by a feather.

Zhao Fusheng lowered her head to look at her palm which was held flat against her chest - a letter that looked like it had been stained with blood and then dried was placed in her palm.

A bloody letter home!
She was startled and immediately picked up the letter.

The envelope was a little hard, with a faint smell of blood, and it was bulging inside, as if it contained a thick stack of letters.

This is Shen Yishu's evil ghost mark.

As soon as Zhao Fusheng realized what was happening, he wanted to tear the letter open.

But as soon as she exerted force, the envelope, which was originally a physical entity, immediately turned into red mist and disappeared in her palm.

At the same time, she had a blood-red bracelet on her wrist.

She was originally wearing a short dress with tight sleeves and easy to move in, but at some point it was changed into a cumbersome thick robe with wide sleeves.

The sleeves have three layers inside and three layers outside, with exquisite workmanship and bright red like blood.

Zhao Fusheng looked down and saw a pair of red embroidered shoes on her feet.

The upper of the shoe is decorated with several blood-red pearls.

Her head felt a little heavy, so she reached out to help it move and found that she had also been wearing a phoenix crown on her head without her noticing.

This is the bride's attire, and she has become Shen Yishu's ghost messenger.

As soon as he realized this, Zhao Fusheng immediately summoned the List of Gods and consumed 50000 merit points to unlock the status of god.

After the throne was opened, the reminder of the List of Gods did not sound, which made Zhao Fusheng feel depressed.

A bad premonition surged into her heart, and she made up her mind to take the initiative: "Pardon the evil ghost and make him a god!"

The reminder of the Conferred God List responded in her sea of ​​consciousness: No complete disaster-level ghosts were sensed, so the gods could not be pardoned. Zhao Fusheng was disappointed, and then immediately summoned the evil ghosts who would give first and take later.

The ghost that initially put her life on the line had been promoted to the disaster level during the Fengmen Village bandit suppression incident - according to the hint in the List of Investiture of the Gods, there were no complete evil ghosts above the disaster level here, which proved that the Wu family's ghost disaster was only complicated, but the ghost's grade was not high, or the evil ghost itself was decomposed, causing the ghost disaster here to be downgraded.

In this way, the evil-level ghost of giving first and taking later can be summoned and not suppressed.

As soon as the evil spirit appeared, she immediately gained good luck.

Zhao Fusheng slipped and fell to the ground.

With a clang sound, the strange blood bracelet on her wrist broke into pieces.

At the same time, the red embroidered shoes she was wearing were thrown too far because of her fall.

Zhao Fusheng was thrown down and grimaced.

But thanks to this fall, the evil spirit's power that was suppressing her suddenly disappeared.

The phoenix crown on her head and the wedding dress on her body faded away. She took a deep breath and propped up her hands. Her sleeves turned from red to blue, and the cuffs were wrapped with blue cloth. She put on her original clothes again.

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Before Zhao Fusheng had time to rejoice, the evil ghost who gave first and took later revived, and after granting Zhao Fusheng good luck, he wanted to take her life.

Her eyes rolled and she reacted extremely quickly, activating the power of the beggar ghost at the same time.

The ghost arm revived and she struck the ground.

‘Knock knock knock. ’

The ground shook, and the red shoes that fell out were bound by the beggar's law. She grabbed them in mid-air and then disappeared on the spot. When they appeared again, the blood-red embroidered shoes were already held in her palm.

The beggar's power was restrained the moment he held up the red shoes, and he was forced back into her shadow.

At the same time, the evil ghost who wanted to give first and take later turned into a black shadow and moved towards her heart. Zhao Fusheng was quick-eyed and quick-handed. When the evil ghost tore her body into pieces and cut open her abdomen, he handed over the ghost-embroidered shoes in his hand.

"I'll give you a pair of small shoes to wear." She said bluntly.

The moment the ghost's shadow touches a very evil object, it immediately turns into a solid entity.

A ghost body appeared in front of her, and the evil ghost caught the red embroidered shoes, and the ghost shoes disappeared immediately.

Afterwards, blood appeared on the feet of the evil ghost who gave first and took later. The two ghost powers confronted each other and then reached a balance.

The evil ghost who gave first and took later was filled with resentment and unwillingness, and fell into a deep sleep like the beggar ghost.

……

The crisis was resolved, and Zhao Fusheng luckily escaped without spending any merit points.

Before she had time to rejoice, she saw the people from the Demon Suppression Division sleeping on the chairs in the house.

They were surrounded by a red mist and each of them was sleeping soundly.

But upon closer inspection, these people had frowned brows, twitching eyelids, and looked a bit painful.

Zhao Fusheng strode forward and first walked to the side of Kuai Manzhou.

The child was wearing a thin white dress, with her hair hanging down and her feet bare.

But at this moment, she was wearing a pair of blood-red embroidered shoes out of nowhere!

Kuai Manzhou was the one who controlled two disaster-level evil spirits, but she actually fell into a short ghost dream.

Zhao Fusheng frowned and summoned his ghost arm again, reaching out to pinch the child's feet.

The level of the ghost disaster here is not high, the trouble is that the laws are disturbing people.

The beggar ghost's rank has reached the disaster level, which is more than enough to deal with the red-shoe ghost messenger here.

With a pinch of the ghost arm, the restraint of the red shoes was immediately released.

Kuai Manzhou, who had fallen into a deep sleep, woke up immediately.

"Fusheng——"

The child's pupils immediately turned blood red, and blood spread in her eyes. She was filled with murderous aura, and the ghost of Madam Zhuang Si appeared behind her.

"I received a letter—"

After Kuai Manzhou finished speaking, he spread his hands with his five fingers wide open and raised them in front of him.

But her palms were empty, there was no trace of the letter.

"The letter is gone."

The little girl was about to jump down to the ground when she finished speaking, but Zhao Fusheng shook his head to stop her: "That's a letter from a ghost."

At this point, she already had some guesses about the ghost case related to Shen Yishu.

She said, "Don't worry about where the letter goes. Man Zhou, wake them up. I think there will be more changes later."

This was not the time for her to explain in detail, and she was facing Kuai Manzhou - the child was not interested in anything around him.

When she heard Zhao Fusheng's instructions, she just nodded and said "OK".

Kuai Manzhou's long hair was flying, and countless thin black hairs suddenly appeared in the air.

Wherever the thin black ghost line penetrated, it shattered the red fog.

The ghost line quickly passed through the feet of Meng Po, Liu Yizhen, the Fan brothers, and Chen Duozi, taking off the ghost shoes on everyone's feet one by one.

Everyone immediately woke up from their nightmare.

"My Lord, I just received a letter written in blood."

As soon as Fan Wujiu woke up, he jumped up from his chair.

After he finished speaking, he looked down at his hands. His palms were empty, without the bloody letter from home.

"Hey, where's the letter?"

Fan Bisi's face was solemn: "I received it too."

"I received it too." Liu Yizhen nodded and said, "After Big and Small Fan 'cleaned' the Wu family, I saw a blood moon appear, and then you fell into a deep sleep. I received a bloody letter--"

After he finished speaking, he sighed: "It seems that I have become a ghost messenger too."

Seeing that he looked calm, Fan Bisi felt like laughing for some reason.

He used to be most afraid of ghosts and death, but over the past six months, he felt that encountering ghosts and handling cases had become commonplace.

Now that all the ghosts have been beaten, Changping County has also suffered a lot of evil spirit laws along the way - there was the red shoe ghost case that was marked, and there was also the mystery of the water ghost footprints in Dongping Village. Now that it has been marked by Shen Yishu, becoming a ghost messenger is not something difficult to accept.

While everyone was talking, Chen Duozi's eyes fell on Meng Po.

The moment the ghost shoes and the blood letter appeared, everyone who had already gained some understanding of the case along the way knew that they had fallen into a trap.

When everyone was on alert, they found that Meng Po had not woken up yet.

A blood-red mist was spreading across her face and body. She leaned against the back of the chair, her head tilted toward her right shoulder, her face resting on her shoulder as she slept soundly, even snoring softly.

"Is Meng Po still trapped by the power of the ghost messenger?"

Liu Yizhen frowned and asked.

"It doesn't seem like it."

Zhao Fusheng observed it, shook his head and responded.

She looked at Meng Po steadily. Meng Po looked peaceful. If it weren't for her soft snoring, she would have looked like a dead person.

"Alas." Zhao Fusheng sighed silently: "Meng Po may have fallen into a beautiful dream."

What is poison to me may be honey to others.