I become a god in another world

Chapter 69

Zhang Chuanshi's expression changed.

He shrunk his head and shoulders and started shaking again.

Zhao Fusheng had a lot of clues and was close to the truth of the ghost case. When he saw the human skin quilt that was suspected to be "There is a ghost in my house" written by Wu Liren himself, he was only slightly surprised and quickly calmed down.

"Did Wu Liren realize that there was a ghost in his home when he was still alive?" She thought to herself, and then shook her head: "But the murderous law of the ghost itself includes memory erasure——"

Wu Liren was affected by the power of ghosts, so his perception must have been wrong. How could he discover that there was a ghost in his home?

Could it be that this quilt doesn't belong to him?
As soon as this idea came to Zhao Fusheng's mind, she dismissed it first.

After identification by the villagers, it was confirmed that the main house in the innermost courtyard of the Wu family's mansion was Wu Liren's residence, and there was absolutely no mistake.

Since it was Wu Liren's room, no one else would be using the mattress.

Then there is only one last possibility left.

Zhao Fusheng thought of this and turned to Zhang Chuanshi:

"Go find some pen and ink for me."

Zhang Chuanshi was holding the lamp when he suddenly heard that she asked for pen and ink service, and he was not sure what she was thinking.

However, there was a huge disparity in status between the two. Now that his life and death were in the hands of Zhao Fusheng, he naturally did not dare to ask questions and nodded repeatedly:

"it is good."

After saying that, he suppressed his fear, quickly looked back at the human skin quilt on the bed, and said hypocritically:

"But this thing has evil nature. If you are facing it alone, will it be dangerous? Why don't you—"

"Just because we are alive at this time does not mean that the ghost is not around us. The reason why we are not dead yet is because we have not completely touched its killing laws."

Zhao Fusheng saw through Zhang Chuanshi's little plan at a glance, and she said with a smile:
"We have long been on its list. It doesn't mean we are safe just by escaping or operating with more than one person."

Wu Dajing was killed by a ghost in full view of the crowd, but his memory was instantly erased.

Zhao Fusheng speculated that the murderous method of this evil ghost was marking and sensing.

In other words, anyone who mentions it and knows its existence will be sensed by it, and those who are sensed by it will die sooner or later.

This characteristic determines that such a fierce ghost is a ghost with a group attack range, but its single lethality is small.

Therefore, whether it was Wu Da Jing's mother, the villagers, or Wu Da Jing, they were all haunted by evil spirits and slowly 'bleed to death' over a period of time (perception in everyone's eyes).

In this way, Zhao Fusheng felt relieved.

For her, this is equivalent to the cost of trial and error. She can jump back and forth within the laws of the ghost, find the characteristics of the ghost, and solve the ghost disaster!

"My lord, what you mean is -" Zhang Chuanshi's eyes lit up as if he already had a certain understanding of ghosts after hearing her words.

"If we act alone this time, our chances of survival may be much greater."

Zhao Fu has something to say about his business.

With her words, Zhang Chuanshi's rickety back suddenly straightened up, and his whole person became a little less obscene:

"I'm going to look for Wu Liyou now and ask him to find the Four Treasures of the Study."

After saying that, the whole person slipped out.

Zhao Fusheng knew that this old boy probably wouldn't bother him anymore.

But he is naturally afraid of death, and he is also affected by the Book of Souls, so he cannot hide far away. He will definitely be able to call him when necessary, so he will not be exposed.

She carefully folded the human skin quilt on the bed.

This thing looked quite big when spread out on the bed, but it was extremely thin. After being folded, only two palms were left side by side, making it a thin stack.

Although it is not known what the purpose of this thing is, Wu Liren has obviously lived with ghosts for many years, but he was the last one to die, which shows that he has a hard life and a long life.

This human skin quilt had been with him for a long time, but even though it had no effect, it still had some special 'luckiness' attached to it.

But I don't know if it's because I'm with a ghost, but human skin feels cold to the touch. The room is empty at this time, and Zhao Fusheng's shadow under the light is elongated and slanted onto the bed, as if he's 'lying' on the unwrapped quilt cover. It seems a little weird.

In the shadows, there was a pair of invisible eyes staring at her - this was the gaze of an invisible ghost.

All the memories came back to life. Zhao Fusheng already knew that he had been marked by the evil ghost a long time ago. However, he was not surprised when faced with the sight of the Ruan people. Instead, he set his eyes on the human skin paper and held it under the lamp to examine it for a moment.

Although Zhao Fusheng came to solve the ghost case in Goutou Village for merit, she had to face danger:
"The people in Goutou Village are so poor that they can't scrape oil off a chicken's toes. I traveled a long distance to get here, risked my life, got tax exemptions, and got a human skin quilt for my bed. Isn't this reasonable?"

After muttering to herself, she stuffed it into her arms without ceremony.

Not long after, Wu Liyou quickly sent the Four Treasures of the Study in with an embarrassed look on his face.

Under Zhao Fusheng's instruction, he put the things on the table, but the people didn't leave.

The tea that had been brewed earlier was placed on the cabinet beside it. The weather had not turned cold yet, and the tea was not cold after being left for a while. He poured some into the inkstone and clumsily picked up the ink stick to grind it.

"grown ups--"

He had just heard the woman's cry and knew what happened in the room. He was very anxious and came in to plead guilty.

"Don't worry, nothing is broken."

Zhao Fusheng interrupted him.

The human skin quilt was not damaged, and her words could decide the fate of a country woman.

Although the Wu family was affected by the evil ghost and their memory has not been restored, Wu Dajing is already dead and there is no need for her to add more conflicts to this tortured family.

Therefore, Zhao Fusheng said calmly:
"Let her be more careful next time and sharpen her ink well."

"..."

Wu Liyou was stunned for a moment. He didn't know whether Zhao Fusheng really didn't see the woman's little move, or whether he was being magnanimous and deliberately letting the Wu family go.

But no matter what, the Wu family's crisis was immediately resolved.

He breathed a sigh of relief and said with some gratitude:

"Yes. Yes! I will definitely teach her a lesson next time."

After saying that, he concentrated on polishing his ink and stopped making any sound.

After finishing the inkstone, Zhao Fusheng motioned for him to go out. He walked backwards and left. He paused before closing the door and said sincerely:
"Thank you sir."

"Ah."

Zhao Fusheng responded casually and accepted his thanks. Wu Liyou was not a fool. He smiled when he heard this, then gently closed the door and stood by the door himself.

The room became quiet again.

Zhao Fusheng sat at the simple table, moved the oil lamp closer, and then unfolded the file in his sleeve again.

She picked up the pen, dipped it in ink and wrote a few big words on the file: Forgotten Ghost!

As soon as the words were written, the contents of the original file were instantly covered.

Zhao Fusheng was not used to using a brush and his handwriting was not delicate, but the three characters "forgotten ghost" were more eye-catching and could be noticed at a glance as soon as he opened the file.

Then she added another note under the words 'forgotten ghost':

Specialties: Invisible, uncatchable, incorporeal, and triggering taboos just by mentioning his name.Characteristics of murder: Scratching an itch, dropping a lot of skin flakes every time, and eventually exploding to death?

When Zhao Fusheng wrote this, he still had doubts about the scene of Wu Dajing's death that he had witnessed with his own eyes.

Since Li Gui controls cognitive abilities and changes everyone's memories, is the scene of Wu Dajing's death that he saw before real?

Zhao Fusheng couldn't help but feel horrified when he thought of this.

She turned back and looked at her surroundings.

The house was extremely simple, with earthen walls and cracks in many places. A one-foot square skylight was opened above, and the window was facing the direction of the bed.

There was a spread quilt on the bed, and the quilt had been torn apart, revealing the mattress underneath.

There is a sense of tranquility in the whole room, but is this a real scene?
Zhao Fusheng slowly withdrew his gaze, forcing himself not to think too much, and then picked up his pen again:

The people currently known to have died at the hands of the evil spirits include: Wu Da Jingniang, Wu Datong?Wu Liren's family, Wu Dajing.

These few words alone occupy almost all the places in the dossier except for the stickers.

Zhao Fusheng scratched his head, and then wrote on the pasted skin scraps: July 7st.

This is the birthday of Wu Datong's eldest son, and it is also the precious information Wu Dajing paid for with his life before he died!
Although after entering the village, Wu Jiu's father also categorically said that Wu Liren's birthday was July 7st, but he was not greatly affected by the ghost at that time. He was just scratching an itch and did not touch the taboo of the ghost.

On the contrary, Wu Dajing, in a panic, also mentioned that Wu Datong's eldest son was born on July 7, and eventually died tragically at the hands of a fierce ghost.

There is a certain process for Li Gui to kill people. Wu Dajing died so quickly and miserably because he must have said something he shouldn't have said.

Comparing the two, Wu Jiu's father may be affected by the law of ghosts and his memory may not be real.

But Wu Dajing's cognition can be affected, and he may also lie, but Li Gui cannot lie. Li Gui's law is the simplest and most authentic verification.

Therefore, Zhao Fusheng boldly determined that Wu Datong’s eldest son was born on July 7!
She thought for a while, then recalled the argument between Wu Dajing and his son before his death, and then added before the date: Han Dynasty 205.

As soon as these big characters fell, shadows gathered in the room.

The two oil lamps in the room were instantly suppressed, their flames shrunk by half, and Zhao Fusheng's vision went dark.

In the darkness, the ghost's aura appeared, and she suddenly felt a terrible itch on her body.

Ghosts are coming!

Zhao Fusheng had already guessed the law of ghosts and was not very panic at this time.

The ghost in Kotou Village is different from the ghost in Beggar Alley. It cannot kill her in one go. As long as it cannot kill her, she will still have a chance.

As soon as this thought came to her mind, Zhao Fusheng immediately scratched her body frantically, causing a lot of fine skin flakes to fly. However, she still maintained a trace of reason and did not scratch randomly. Instead, she resisted the itching and held the skin in her hands. , and try not to tear it into pieces.

Amidst the ticking sound, a slippery liquid slid down her nasal cavity.

Her nose was also terribly itchy. Zhao Fusheng stretched out his hand to scratch the tip of his nose again, only to scratch off a large piece of skin again.

Her vision was blurry, and she reached out tremblingly to touch the file on the table using only instinctive movements.

But when she was touching randomly, something was overturned, and hot oil poured on her hands, which made her shudder. Her chaotic thoughts were clear for a moment.

Taking advantage of this moment of sobriety, Zhao Fusheng used the faint light to see an oil lamp that had been overturned. The wick fell to the table, and the oil poured out and wet the file.

The fire as big as a bean began to burn vigorously in the direction where the hot oil spread. She suddenly lifted the file and glued on it the pieces of human skin she had grabbed earlier.

As soon as the skin was attached, something weird happened.

All the skin on the dossier seemed to be affected by a mysterious force, like a ghost coming back to life. All the skin scabs first stretched and stretched crazily, and soon spread out to a distance the size of the dossier page, and then began to shrink back into a large size. Like longan, skin fragments as small as soybeans.

These skin fragments are combined and juxtaposed to form a mutilated paper silhouette!

There is an unknown and strange aura about the paper figure, which makes people look at it with fear.

But Zhao Fusheng had no time to take care of all this.

She was itching terribly, and ordinary scratching couldn't relieve it at all. The itch felt like a seed caught between the bones.

The seeds were filled with blood and sprouted from the ground, squeezing her bones and stretching the leaves crazily.

She was in pain, itching, and tortured, wishing she could root out the symptoms.

Zhao Fusheng's body convulsed and curled up, and he bumped against the wooden table, making a "clang" sound. Files fell to the ground one after another, and she was completely unaware of it.

Fortunately, this kind of torture did not last long. As soon as the incomplete paper figure on the file took shape, the piercing itch on Zhao Fusheng's body suddenly stopped.

She stopped scratching her hands and sat down on the table, sweating profusely.

The gloomy ghostly atmosphere in the house faded away, and after the strangeness disappeared, the suppressed lamp flames re-ignited with a 'bang' sound, and made a 'buzzing' burning sound.

Everything was calm, as if nothing had happened.

Zhao Fusheng blinked his sour eyes, with a puzzled look on his face.

But the next moment, she saw the burning tabletop.

It is not easy to control the fire at this time.

Fortunately, the fire was not very bright. Zhao Fusheng held his sleeves and pressed towards the fire.

Amidst the sound of "chi", the fire was extinguished, the lamp oil soaked into her sleeves, and tiny flames also touched her sleeves. She moved her arms and rolled to extinguish all the flames.

Then he reached out to hold up the collapsed oil lamp, lifted up the wick soaked in oil, and threw it back into the lamp.

After doing all this, she noticed that the tabletop was covered with splatters of blood.

What happened here before?Why was she sitting at the table with so much blood on it?

"Blood?"

She said hoarsely, and then smelled the strong smell of blood in her mouth.

Zhao Fusheng was shocked and subconsciously reached out to touch his face.

She felt that her chin, lip peak and nose were all wet and slippery. She had a vague guess in her mind, and then she raised her hand, and sure enough she saw blood between her fingers!

At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door:
"My lord, are you all right?"

Wu Liyou's slightly uneasy voice came in:
"But you need me to call someone in to serve you."

Zhao Fusheng was still shocked that she was bleeding for no apparent reason. Her memory of a moment ago seemed to have disappeared.

I only remember that she and others went to Wu Li's house, got a quilt, and took out a piece of human skin from the quilt. After that, Wu Liyou came in, studied the ink, and left.

She has no memory of what happened after that!

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Let me explain to everyone.

Unfortunately, I got two positive symptoms again at the end of September. I didn’t take it seriously at first, but the sequelae were quite serious. This month’s reexamination showed shadows and fluid accumulation in the lungs. The pneumonia was very serious, and the high fever did not go away, so from November 9 I was already hospitalized. I asked the doctor for leave in the morning, afternoon, and evening every day to go home and seize the time to write.

But the work efficiency is not very high, and writing is very difficult.

So after updating today, I have to take leave tomorrow, but I will update normally the day after tomorrow.

I mainly want to take a leave to relax myself. As for whether I will take a leave later, I will tell you based on the actual situation. If I want to take a leave, I will tell everyone one day in advance.