I become a god in another world

Chapter 60 The Ghost Breath
Chapter 60
Wu Datong's life seems to revolve around his son.

From this point of view, the ghost case should be centered on Wu Liren.

Wu Dajing's statement is indeed true - after all, dozens of members of Wu Liren's family were missing in this case.

But Zhao Fusheng captured the key point, which is memory interference.

She ignores the confusing clues and gets to the heart of the problem: memory confusion.

The confusion in memory was caused by another unknown son of Wu Datong. Zhao Fusheng keenly grasped this point, and the ghost case that originally seemed messy and clueless suddenly had a major focus.

Focusing on the mysterious 'son' of Wu Datong, Zhao Fusheng will connect other clues and solve this ghost case no longer like a headless fly.

The horses pulled the carriage as it drove over the uneven paths, making a "clang" sound, and the carriage shook violently, so much so that Zhao Fusheng had to sit firmly to prevent his butt from leaving the mat.

She clutched the wall of the carriage with both hands, recalling the second time Wu Dajing's memory was confused. An idea came to her mind: Wu Datong's death may be related to his mysterious 'son', and Wu Dajing's memory confusion is the evidence!

After thinking about this, Zhao Fusheng's thoughts suddenly became clearer and clearer.

She said to Wu Dajing:
"Tell me about Wu Datong." After saying that, he remembered that the village elder might have been affected by the power of a ghost and might not think clearly when he mentioned Wu Datong, so he simply changed the way he asked the question:
"Wu Datong died on July 7. How old was he?"

As soon as her question was clarified, Wu Dajing perked up and said, "He is 41."

"..." Zhao Fusheng was stunned for a moment.

Zhang Chuanshi did not hesitate to spray:
"You old man is poisonous."

Although he had arrived a step too late, when Fan Bisheng took him away later, he should have roughly explained the cause and effect of this ghost case to him, and he had a rough idea of ​​what was going on in Kotou Village.

At this time, he was forced to handle the ghost case. He was already uneasy and had to listen to Wu Dajing's nonsense. He couldn't help it:

"You said it yourself, Wu Datong is a few years older than you, and he just died last month. I don't think you are in your 30s? Why do you talk so crazy at such an age? "

He was in a bad mood and cursed:
"Wu Datong didn't have a child until he was in his early thirties. Now his son is 41. Do you think he is younger than me? Do you think it's true? Unless he died that year -"

Zhang Chuanshi didn't want to solve the ghost case, and he had a lot of complaints in his heart. He dared not speak out about Zhao Fusheng, so he vented all his anger on the old man of Kotou Village who spoke erratically.

When Wu Dajing was scolded by him, his body trembled, and his eyes showed a look of confusion. Then he quickly added as if he had just woken up from a dream:
"Yes, yes, it's my fault. I remembered it wrong. Wu Datong is 71 this year..."

"I see you old man -" Zhang Chuanshi didn't accept his apology after hearing it. He wanted to scold him again, but Zhao Fusheng lazily greeted him:
"All right."

"But -" Zhang Chuanshi felt angry. Hearing Zhao Fusheng's greeting, he wanted to have the courage to retort:

"He spoke-"

"To shut up."

Zhao Fusheng said again.

Zhang Chuanshi heard the warning in her words, and his mood suddenly collapsed:

"Master Zhao, we are our own people after all. Why did you tell me to shut up? This old man is obviously talking nonsense. I think he has ulterior motives."

He half-turned his head when he spoke. He had a face with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, a mustache on both sides of his upper lip, and he trembled when he spoke.

"Then tell me, what's his intention?" Zhao Fusheng asked him.

While speaking, her eyes fell on Wu Dajing's face.

The village elder still looked a little dazed, and his hands unconsciously scratched at his waist.

At the same time, she keenly sensed a strange vicious aura spreading, a ghostly aura floating vaguely.

After Zhao Fusheng discovered that she had opened the first level of hell, her sense of the aura of the evil spirits increased, and she was very sure that there were evil ghosts.

While chatting with Zhang Chuanshi, she silently unfolded the hell, trying to force the evil ghost to appear and put it into the hell.

The shadow suddenly spread out, with the carriage as the center, spreading within ten feet in all directions.

Tips for the list of gods: nothing.

After the hell unfolded, she did not capture the evil ghost.

On the contrary, because he rashly used the power of hell, the ghosts on his body and the ghost hands in his sleeves became restless.

Zhang Chuanshi was driving the carriage and was not aware of the critical situation at all. He was still talking:

"...I think he might want to trick me into going to Kotou Village. In this world, what kind of people don't exist?"

The ghost hand in Zhao Fusheng's cuff loosened the tightly held human skin paper, stretched out his five fingers, and grasped her wrist tightly.

The cold ghost hand came up, and the death energy spread. Zhao Fusheng used 5 points of merit without leaving a trace, and made the ghost hand and the ghost fall into deep sleep again.

This moment seemed to pass by in a flash, but in fact it was extremely thrilling.

Zhao Fusheng had sweat on his forehead. He calmly lifted up his sleeves, lowered his head and glanced at the inside of his wrist. At the same time, he replied to Zhang Chuanshi's words:

"It's okay to lie to me. What's there for you, an old man, to lie to?"

Several terrifying black and blue handprints were left on her wrists, and the ghost hands that had almost revived were suppressed again under the influence of merit points, turning into small and exquisite mini arms, lying honestly in her sleeves.

Although Zhao Fusheng experienced dangerous situations, his mentality was amazing.

Her tone was so calm that Zhang Chuanshi didn't hear anything wrong at all. Hearing her words, he shouted in dissatisfaction:
"My lord, you are looking down on the old man——"

"Okay, stop talking nonsense."

Zhao Fusheng calmed down, interrupted Zhang Chuanshi's complaint, looked at Wu Dajing again, and said seriously:

"Wu Dajing, how old is Wu Datong?"

"Sir, this Wu Datong is seventy or seventy-one." After being scolded by Zhang Chuanshi, he also felt extremely frightened:

"Maybe I was confused and even said this wrong."

He obviously couldn't figure it out himself, how could he just say Wu Datong was 41 years old in such a muddle?

But when Zhao Fusheng heard this, he was already convinced that he was under the influence of a powerful ghost.

The village elder of Kotou Village has a ghost in his body, and he didn't even realize when he took the ghost out of the village.

And there's something wrong with this ghost.

She thought about what happened when she fought the beggar ghost in the beggar alley. For humans, the ghost's body switches between tangible and intangible. Only by using the same ghost's power can one truly capture the ghost's 'body'.

But the strange thing is that the ghost in Wu Dajing is different from ordinary ghosts. She tried to capture it with the power of hell, but she failed!In other words, the evil ghost in Wu Dajing seems to be an illusory existence, and even hell cannot catch it.

Forgotten in people's memories, disappearing from the sight of ghosts...

What happened to this fierce ghost in Goutou Village in Wu'an Town, and why did he revive?
Zhao Fusheng found out its existence, but what are its killing rules and regulations?How can we force it to appear and then capture it?
All kinds of questions appeared in Zhao Fusheng's mind, and she could only find the answers slowly by herself.

"Human memory is bound to have oversights."

She suppressed the complicated thoughts in her heart and gently comforted Wu Dajing:
"It's okay to be wrong occasionally."

For some reason, Zhang Chuanshi felt a little sour in his heart when he heard this.

Ever since he had been dealing with Zhao Fusheng, he had seen her cunning, suspicious, strong, and terrifying side. He was afraid and hated her, but he had never seen her gentle and soothing. When he heard these words, he didn't take it seriously: "A Just an old man from the country..."

"If you have anything to say, sir, slap him twice and he will become honest and can explain anything."

Zhao Fusheng frowned and said angrily:

"Then if I slap you twice now, can you be honest?"

"..." Zhang Chuanshi shrank his head, and he really didn't dare to say anything anymore.

After suppressing him, Zhao Fusheng asked Wu Dajing again:

"Tell me about Wu Datong."

"Yes Yes."

Wu Dajing nodded repeatedly.

He was already a little panicked at this time. For some reason, when he was in Kotou Village, he always spoke the truth and everyone respected him.

But when I entered the city, I probably saw all the big shots, but I was not very responsive and became a little timid.

After being accused by Zhang Chuanshiyi, he was ashamed and afraid, but when he heard Zhao Fusheng's gentle words to him, he gradually developed a feeling that he could help the 'adult'.

He was worried that he would disappoint Zhao Fusheng if he said the wrong thing again, so he thought seriously for a long time before asking:

"Where do you want to start from Wu Datong?"

"You can tell it from wherever you want. If you are really not sure, just start from when he was young." After Zhao Fusheng finished speaking, he added:
"You and Wu Datong are about the same age, and you are the village elder. I think no one in Kotou Village knows him better than you, right?"

She held the person in such a subtle way that Wu Dajing's eyes suddenly lit up and he puffed up his chest:
"My lord, what you said is right."

After receiving the compliment, his mood was different from before. He thought for a moment:
"When Wu Datong's father was alive, he and my father were cousins ​​across the room." Wu Dajing's expression became more serious and he said:

"I heard from my father that Wu Datong's father died very early. His father had a hard time in his early years. He was fostered in a relative's house and relied on other people's fingers for food. It was not easy for him to grow up. His health was very poor. After having Wu Datong, He passed away soon after, leaving behind orphans and widows."

Zhao Fusheng didn't expect that when he asked him to talk casually, he would start talking about Wu Datong's birth.

Fortunately, this trip was still long, and there was enough time. She had nothing else to do for the time being, so she simply let Wu Dajing continue.

Perhaps because he thought his words were of great help to Zhao Fusheng, Wu Dajing was very enthusiastic about being "reused". He organized his thoughts in advance. When he talked about Wu Dajing's past, his words no longer seemed chaotic, but were very organized. .

"Wu Datong's mother raised him alone because when he was young, his family was poor and the mother and son were often hungry. In order to survive, his mother dragged him around to beg for food."

As a result, many people in the village looked down upon him. Some children often beat and scolded him, threw mud, insects, rats and other objects at his house, and no one played with him.

"At that time, our two families had some relatives. My father saw that he was about the same age as me, so he would occasionally send them some soup and groceries behind my mother's back."

Life is difficult for everyone these days, and time passes by just stumbling along like this.

It is also because of this kind of growing environment that Wu Datong developed an extremely extreme character.

"He'd better brag and often tell people that he wants to be rich when he grows up, that he wants his mother to live a good life, and that in the future, people who look down on him will kowtow to him."

He also likes to be in the limelight and will join in wherever there is excitement.

He doesn't mind if people make fun of him, as long as he can be famous and seen by others, that's enough.

Unfortunately, when he was 30 years old, Wu Datong still had not married a wife because of his poor family.

After he became an adult, his personality began to change drastically and he became introverted and less talkative. However, Wu Dajing had a good relationship with him and they still interacted with each other, knowing that he was beginning to feel angry about the current situation.

"He is often dissatisfied and complains about unfair fate." He no longer shows off. He feels angry when he is ridiculed, but learns to swallow his anger and just walks away quickly when he hears someone taunting him.

"I was a few years younger than him at that time, but my third son was seven years old, but he became more and more reclusive." Speaking of this, Wu Dajing paused for a moment before continuing:
"One day, he suddenly came to my house mysteriously and said that he had found a wife."

Hearing this, Zhao Fusheng couldn't help but become interested and asked:
"Where did this wife come from?"

"I don't know where I found this old woman. I guess she was abducted. She feels mentally unstable and cries whenever she sees people." After he finished speaking, he seemed a little confused:
"As for his appearance, I didn't see him very clearly. It was evening when Wu Datong called me over, and the room was dark, so I could only get a vague glimpse of him. He looked a bit young."

Finally, he sighed:
"I haven't seen her since. Wu Datong locked her up very tightly, and no one in the village knew."

"It wasn't until more than a year later that his mother suddenly came to my mother and my mother-in-law for help, saying that his wife had a seizure and was about to give birth."

When he said this, his head suddenly felt extremely itchy, so he raised his hand and scratched it several times. It seemed that he touched something. His fingertips dug into the bun and actually tore off a large piece of dandruff.

Wu Dajing glanced at the dander attached to several gray hairs that he forcibly tore off, then twisted it with his fingers a few times before popping it out from the front of the open carriage.

The rolled-up skin flakes flew across Zhang Chuanshi's cheek, and he cursed:
"What did you seize and throw at me, old man?"

The ghost's aura appeared again. Zhao Fusheng ignored Zhang Chuanshi's curse. She looked calm, but her heart tightened. Wu Dajing was a little embarrassed after being scolded and kept rubbing his fingers.

He didn't dare to talk to Zhang Chuanshi, so he had to change the topic back to Wu Datong's birth:

"My mother-in-law had something to do and couldn't leave at that time. My mother rushed over first and came back later to say that she had given birth to a son."

"Is he from Wu Li?"

When Zhao Fusheng heard this, combined with the appearance of the fierce ghost aura, he already had a vague guess in his mind.

What Wu Dajing said next was exactly as she expected.

He shook his head and said:

"No."

In the memory of Wu Datong's other son, he once again had problems.

(End of this chapter)