I become a god in another world

Chapter 53 Opening Hell

Chapter 53

"The ghost trouble in Begging Alley has been solved."

The moment Zhao Fusheng saw the Fan brothers, she raised her left eyebrow, but she immediately realized the reason why the two brothers were waiting here and smiled.

Her tone was calm, the same as before.

Everyone was guessing, but no one dared to speak casually in front of her.

Although the former Zhao Fusheng was successful in controlling ghosts, she had no actual combat experience and lacked prestige, so she relied solely on powerful ghosts to intimidate others.

Although she later stopped the Zhao and his wife Li Gui from reviving, the fact that the Zhao and his wife had just died and the Li Gui had not yet fully recovered could be said to be her luck.

But the evil in Beggar Alley is different.

The ghost here is related to the Chengnan legacy case 40 years ago. It is a real big ghost that has become a climate. A ghost domain has appeared. She enters alone without anyone else and can solve ghost disasters. This ability alone is... Even Zhao Qiming, the previous commander-in-chief, would not dare to say that he was better than her.

Although Zhang Chuanshi's words were intended as a compliment out of fear, what he said was indeed what many people were thinking at this time: Could it be that Wan'an County really received a lucky star in a desperate situation?
Zhao Fusheng shocked everyone with his performance. Fan Bisheng completely strangled the dissatisfaction in his heart and stood in front of her with his head bowed submissively.

"The evil ghost here fell into a deep sleep temporarily because I decomposed it, but -"

What Zhao Fusheng said made everyone's hearts skip a beat.

'Decomposing evil ghosts' sounds simple, but the Fan brothers, who have been in the Demon Suppression Division for many years and have a deep understanding of evil ghosts, know that this is extremely difficult to achieve.

The two brothers' faces paled and their lips trembled.

Zhao Fusheng's eyes fell on the magistrate. The magistrate was sweating profusely. He was stared at by her and his body swayed. The master next to him nudged him with his shoulder. He came to his senses and quickly stepped forward to respond with a shirt in hand. :
"My surname is Pang."

"The fierce ghost is now sealed in the Confucius Temple. You will send people to strengthen patrols here later to prevent people from entering by mistake." Zhao Fusheng ordered.

"Yes, yes -" Pang Zhixian responded quickly.

Zhao Fusheng smiled slightly and said nothing.

At this time, everyone had doubts in their hearts, and Fan Bisheng took courage:

"Fusheng, a few days ago we..."

"Let's talk later."

Zhao Fusheng waved his hand, and she smelled the aroma of the soup.

"Let me have a meal."

After finishing speaking, she crossed the crowd and headed towards the old woman who was setting up the stall that day.

"The lower official can set up a table with drinks in the county mansion for your lord..."

Magistrate Pang shouted quickly, but Zhao Fusheng ignored him.

No one dared to disturb her and saw her walking out of the street and heading to the stall in the distance.

Regardless of whether the ghost realm of Beggar Alley has been lifted or not, the woman seems to have always stayed here.

When she saw someone coming from a distance, the old woman was stunned for a moment. Then she recognized Zhao Fusheng and couldn't help but said in surprise:

"It's you--"

Her stall was deserted. No one had come to patronize it since the ghost trouble in the begging alley.

On the second day after Zhao Fusheng entered the beggar alley, many strangers came here, taking turns to guard here twelve hours a day.

Zhao Fusheng approached the stall and glanced around the messy stall.

The old woman's face was a little haggard, and she was still wearing a worn apron, which was soaked with water.

At this time, there was a large wooden basin filled with water placed at her feet. There were a lot of unwashed dishes and chopsticks in the basin, and only a little bit of the soup in the pot on the side was left to cover the bottom of the bucket.

When Zhao Fusheng came before, he saw several small tables, but now there was only one table left. In the far corner, several tables and chairs with broken legs were placed against the wall.

The ground was slippery, and there were countless messy footprints printed in the mud, leading into the distance.

Zhao Fusheng's mind was so sharp that she slowed down her steps and nodded in response:
"Ah."

She sat down in front of the only remaining table, put her hands on the table, and looked back at the distance——

Fan Bisheng and others stood waiting at the previous position. Many people in the crowd showed regret and fear. When they saw her turning around, they shrank their heads and shrugged, not daring to meet her eyes.

"When I entered the begging alley that day, you promised to treat me to a meal."

She was well aware of the situation in front of her, but she did not point it out loudly. Instead, she looked at the old woman and grinned:

"I've been hungry for a few days, and I've been thinking about this soup of yours."

The old woman looked into the distance with doubtful eyes, but she saw that the officials who looked fierce a few days ago were now doing their duty, as if they were very frightened.

Then I thought about the girl in front of me who entered the ghost land alone, but now came out safely - the ghost trouble in Begging Alley was lifted, and a large number of survivors escaped.

She immediately understood Zhao Fusheng's identity.

"Ai."

The old woman responded, quickly rubbed her hands on her skirt twice, and then went to get a clean bowl and ladle to fill the soup.

There was only a little bit of soup left sticking to the bottom of the pot, but it was thicker. It had been simmering on the stove. The corn inside was stewed until it was soft and rotten. Zhao Fusheng, who had been nervous in the begging alley these past few days, breathed a sigh of relief. .

The soup bowl was a little hot to the touch, but now that she was in control of the devil, her body temperature was low, so she felt comfortable holding it with this little heat.

She sipped the soup in small sips.

There were no rich seasonings in this dynasty. The soup only had the fragrance of corn, the astringency of wild vegetables, and the crumbs of some unknown mushrooms mixed in. It was lightly seasoned with salt. At this time, Zhao Fusheng had entered this era. The world's true first meal.

After drinking the hot soup into her stomach, the hot air went all the way down, opening her intestines and stomach, and her nerves that had been tense since her rebirth were instantly relaxed.

The old woman, who was still nervous at first, clasped her hands in front of her belly and stared at her drinking soup uneasily, fearing that she might have more orders.

But seeing her eating deliciously, she gradually let go of her inner anxiety.

She still has a lot to do.

From time to time, the old woman's eyes fell on the large pile of bowls and chopsticks in the wooden basin, and she secretly glanced at Zhao Fusheng. After a long time, she finally tried to move her steps, and she breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that Zhao Fusheng did not scold him. He knelt down and washed the dishes in the basin.

One of them drank soup and the other washed dishes. The atmosphere was harmonious.

In the distance, the Fan brothers, Magistrate Pang and a group of government officials were waiting quietly. The old woman was nervous at first, but seeing that Zhao Fusheng had a quiet personality, she gradually became much more agile in her movements.

"Old man, what's your last name? How should I call you?"

Zhao Fusheng drank the soup and suddenly broke the silence.

The old woman might as well ask. She shook her body and the bowl in her hand almost slipped back into the basin. She caught it in time, turned her head and glanced in the direction of Zhao Fusheng, and said with a complacent smile:

"My husband's family..."

When she said this, she stopped talking, and then continued: "My surname is Meng. People who come to drink soup nearby call me Po Meng."

"Are they from Wan'an County?" Zhao Fusheng asked again.

"No." That Meng Po shook her head.

Perhaps because Zhao Fusheng was young, the impression was too deep when the two met for the first time. At that time, Zhao Fusheng entered the ghost world alone. Seeing her thin body, Meng Po felt pity for her. Even if she knew Zhao Fusheng at this time, Her status was extraordinary, and it was difficult for Po Meng to be wary of her.

Seeing her chatting with him with a gentle tone, Meng Po didn't know what she was thinking of. Her frown gradually relaxed and she was no longer as nervous as before.

"I was originally from Changzhou, but I later married to Wuli County, Tongzhou. I came here only ten years ago."

Originally, Zhao Fusheng was just a country girl from Jiumen Village under the jurisdiction of Wan'an County. He had never set foot outside Wan'an County in his life, and he didn't know anything about Dahanzhou County.

After hearing this, she had a feeling: Po Meng was not a local, and she might have come here for other reasons.

"Who else is there in the family?" Zhao Fusheng took a sip of soup and asked.

Po Meng stopped washing the dishes. After a long while, she fiddled with the bowl in her hand:

"There is a child who is no longer around, and now I am alone."

Zhao Fusheng nodded, and the two of them did not speak again. Zhao Fusheng finished the soup without her having to say anything. Po Meng, who was washing the dishes with her back turned, seemed to hear her and quickly got up and refilled it for her.

She drank two bowls in a row and felt her hands and feet were warm. After she got up, she felt satisfied and said:

"You said you would treat me, but I won't pay for this meal."

"..." When she said this, Po Meng couldn't help but look up at her, then pursed her lips and smiled:

"No charge, I'll treat you to a drink."

Zhao Fusheng smiled:

"Then thank you for your hospitality." She paused and then said:

"If you need my help in the future, come to Wan'an County Demon Division to find me. My name is Zhao Fusheng. Just report my name when you arrive."

After finishing speaking, she walked in the direction of Fan Bisheng and others.

While she was drinking soup, Magistrate Pang and others had already prepared the carriage. Seeing Zhao Fusheng coming over after eating, a group of people surrounded her and got into the carriage.

When Po Meng saw the carriage start, all the respectable people in Wan'an County quickly followed her.

Some people stayed, and as soon as Zhao Fusheng left, many people hurriedly walked to her stall, and many shouted:

"Old lady, pay for the meals for the past few days for me -"

……

When Zhao Fusheng came to beg for food, he was alone in the alley, but when he returned, he was surrounded by people.

The Fan brothers followed the carriage. Looking at the Wan'an County squires following them, they couldn't help but feel that they had regained the majesty of the former demon-suppressing division.

"Fusheng, Magistrate Pang has hosted a banquet to celebrate your success——"

"Not going today."

Zhao Fusheng shook his head and reached out to touch the cold ghost hand hidden in his sleeve.

This time, the solution to the ghost disaster in Kaomi Alley gave her some confidence. After completing this ghost case, she received a total of 150 merit points. After deducting 10 merit points for suppressing the evil ghost, she still has 140 merit points.

With these merit points, her aura is different from before:
"Save it for next time after you finish the case." She ordered:

"We went directly back to Zhenmosi and asked Magistrate Pang to find someone to clean out our Zhenmosi office, recruit some handymen, and inform the wealthy gentry who stayed in Wan'an County that as long as I am here in Wan'an County, If you do that, you won’t suffer from ghost disasters.”

What she said was so arrogant that Fan Bi was stunned for a moment.

But then he realized that Zhao Fusheng might have another reason for saying this. Just as he was about to speak, he heard Zhao Fusheng say:

"Ask them not to leave. Those who stay will be protected by me in the future. If they leave at this time, it will be difficult to come back in the future."

"...Yes." Fan Bisei nodded in response.

The two of them didn't say anything after that. Zhao Fusheng ignored Fan Bisheng and focused on his list of gods.

At this time, she has a total of 140 merit points. It takes 100 merit points to open the first god position. The current merit points are enough for her.

However, Zhao Fusheng hesitated again and again and was not prepared to unlock the first divine position.

Although the ghosts she commanded were getting closer and closer, she clearly remembered the reminder from the list of gods: Evil-level ghosts were not qualified to become gods.

In other words, even if he activates the divine position, he still has no way to send away the evil ghost in his body.

If you want to make it a god, you need to upgrade this evil ghost to the calamity level first - but a new problem arises. If you want to make the ghost advance, you also need to use its power to make it complete the rules and gain something. .

And she only has 1/3 of her life left, and she doesn't dare to use this ghost's power anymore.

"..." This is like a paradox, bringing the problem back to its original point.

After much thought, Zhao Fusheng decided not to activate the title of God for the time being, and instead focused his attention on hell.

When the list of gods was launched, she was reminded to open hell, but the merit points were insufficient at that time, and the opening failed in the end.

She paused for a moment, and then a thought came to her mind: Open hell.

With this thought, the list of gods in the sea of ​​​​consciousness suddenly started to move.

Zhao Fusheng's ears suddenly sounded with gusts of dark wind, and her consciousness instantly fell into the boundless abyss. The notification sound of the Conferred God List sounded at the same time:
Deduct 100 merit points and successfully open the first level of hell!
The first level of hell: Ghosts at or below the evil level can be included in it. The evil ghosts who enter the hell will be suppressed by the hell. (Note: This level of hell is still very shallow and cannot trap multiple ghosts above the vicious level. Once the level of the evil ghost exceeds the capacity limit of the hell itself, the evil ghost may escape.)
Zhao Fusheng's eyes lit up.

To her, the appearance of this hell was like an invisible space where evil spirits were imprisoned.

Fan Bisheng and others have mentioned before that the Han Dynasty's methods for dealing with evil spirits were nothing more than the following: driving away, decomposing, and sealing.

However, these types of methods have hidden dangers and cannot really solve the problem of ghosts.

But the hell she has opened now can imprison evil ghosts in it, and evil ghosts will be suppressed by hell. Doesn't it mean that as long as the evil ghosts sent to hell by her will truly disappear from the human world from now on? 'Up?

She suppressed the joy in her heart and immediately tried to control hell.

Zhao Fusheng's thoughts quickly penetrated the shadow, and wherever her consciousness went, she would be covered by the first layer of hell.

Shadows spread silently from above the carriage like a tide.

At this time, Fan Bisheng, Zhang Chuanshi and others who were walking on both sides of the carriage suddenly trembled.

The light was bright before, but at some point, clouds covered the sun, and haze enveloped the team.

A chill shot up from everyone's feet. Fan Bishi shivered. Fan Wujiu rubbed his arms and shouted:
"Brother, why do you feel a little cold suddenly?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the shadow that spread underground quickly recovered and turned into a black stream, slowly crawling along the carriage back to Zhao Fusheng's feet, and then got into her body and disappeared without a trace. .

(End of this chapter)