I become a god in another world

Chapter 70
Zhao Fusheng's eyes were swollen and she had a headache, as if someone was digging at her eyes, which made her frown and let out a groan of pain.

There was a gap in her memory. After Wu Liyou left, her mind went blank, and she felt a sharp pain in the middle of her eyebrows when she thought about it.

Zhao Fusheng simply sat down on the ground, leaning against the cabinet to breathe.

After a while, she raised her hand and glanced at the blood in her palm, wiped it on her waist, and after resting for a while, she opened her eyes.

At this moment, the sound of banging on the door sounded again.

Wu Li didn't hear her reply, he was a little anxious:

"My lord, you..."

"fine."

Zhao Fusheng suppressed his headache and responded:
"I just kicked something, don't bother me."

When Wu Liyou heard her reply, he breathed a sigh of relief and said yes.

Zhao Fusheng stretched out his hand and rubbed the center of his brow twice, and then began to sort out the clues in his mind.

This trip to Kotou Village was full of weirdness.

No ghosts were seen from beginning to end, but ghosts seemed to be everywhere.

She turned her head and looked around the room. Two lights were flickering, and the room was silent. Only her low breathing could be heard, and there was no one else.

The bed was spread out in a mess with disassembled quilts, and it didn't look like anyone had touched it.

The tabletop was in a mess, with oil stains remaining on it.

There was an ink tray placed in the corner. There was still a little ink in it, but most of the ink stains were spread all over the table.

In addition, there are no brushes or papers on the table.

Zhao Fusheng looked at it twice more, and her head ached again. She took a breath, closed her eyes, and at the same time reached out and groped in her arms——

There was a pocket sewn into the inside of his clothes, which contained a bag.

She took out the bag and took out an emerald book.

This is the book of souls and destiny of the Demon-Suppressing Division.

As soon as the soul and destiny book was turned out, the soul and destiny book under the control of the ghost seemed to sense something. The ghost curse immediately covered Zhao Fusheng's palm, climbed up her arm, and soon covered her neck. ,cheek.

The strange black and red runes are densely packed, with an ominous and cold air.

Zhao Fusheng's head and arms were stiff and painful from the cold, but the original swelling and pain faded away one by one.

When she opened her eyes again, she had regained most of her energy.

"Sure enough, the evil ghost appeared."

She didn't know what she had done to trigger the murderous ghost.

But obviously the evil spirits in Kotou Village did not kill with one hit, so when the evil spirits appeared, she did not die, but she only lost a lot of blood and suffered from a severe headache.

Zhao Fusheng thought of this and turned over to sit up.

The top priority is to find his lost memory first.

"With my personality, when it comes to ghost cases, I will definitely be careful and cautious." After regaining her energy, she calmly put the book of souls and fate back into the bag and stuffed it back into the secret pocket inside the clothes stool.

She also touched her cuff, and the withered ghost arm in her sleeve grabbed a piece of gray human skin paper and stuffed it into her cuff.

The human skin quilt removed from Wu Liren's mattress was folded into a ball and placed in the lapel of her clothes. Other than that, there was nothing else on her body.

After confirming that his important belongings were not lost, Zhao Fusheng breathed a sigh of relief unconsciously and thought:
"The ghost case in Kotou Village, unless I have no clues, if I find something wrong, I will definitely leave a mark."

She thought of the mark, and her eyes immediately fell on the table.

There was an inkstone on the table, and she still remembered that she asked Zhang Chuanshi and asked Wu Liyou to find it.

But now when he looked at the inkstone, Zhao Fusheng couldn't remember what he was using it for - this was the biggest problem.

When it comes to ghost cases, she won't do anything in vain.

Kotou Village is extremely poor, and the Four Treasures of the Study are rare things.

She asked someone for pen and ink. The only possibility was that she discovered something important and realized that she might forget it, so she wanted to use writing to preserve her memory.

Thinking of this, Zhao Fusheng's expression perked up.

Since I had the intention to write, the pen and paper must have fallen to the ground.

Although Wu Liyou's house had been beaten, the overall layout of the house in the countryside was messy. She took a quick glance and found no trace of pen and paper.

Zhao Fusheng immediately realized that this thing seemed to be messed up, but in fact it might be a 'ghost hide' - similar to her memory disorder. It was not that she really lost her memory, but maybe her cognition was disturbed, so it was obvious that I have this memory, but I can't remember it no matter whether I live or die.

The same goes for not being able to find the lost thing in front of her. It might be right in front of her, but because the law of ghosts was triggered, she could turn a blind eye.

Zhao Fusheng did not panic, but took a deep breath and slowly exhaled it after a while.

She thought: Suppose her body was controlled by a ghost a moment ago and she lost her memory. At the moment she regained consciousness, she saw an overturned oil lamp and a fire on the table. Her mouth and nose were bleeding, and it was spread all over the table.

Combined with Wu Liyou's behavior of leaving immediately after practicing ink, Zhao Fusheng was immediately convinced that he had not left the table during the period when he lost his memory.

Her eyes fell on the table.

There are messy ink marks on the tabletop, mixed with the overturned lamp oil, which has not dried completely.

She lowered her head and took a look under the table. There was nothing under the table, just dirt, and nothing extra.

Zhao Fusheng bit his lip, tore off a piece of dead skin, and then reached out to touch the table.

The table was not big, with only an inkstone and a lamp placed on it. The tabletop was a little rough, but it was stained with ink, oil and blood, and was a little slippery.

She didn't feel anything at first touch.

But Zhao Fusheng was not discouraged and leaned over the table to touch again. The ground was uneven. She crawled under the table and touched around, but still found nothing.

I couldn't find anything useful around the table. Could it be that my guess was wrong?
Zhao Fusheng frowned.

"I was near the table before I lost my memory. If I lost something, it would have fallen here."

A ghost has no emotions or memories, and is just an existence that acts according to laws. It is impossible for a ghost to be so smart and know what items are hidden in her.

Unless she recorded an important clue that triggered the law of ghosts and was forced to become invisible.

She suddenly remembered the scene of fighting a ghost in the beggar alley: when she hit the beggar hard with a wooden stick, the beggar's body suddenly turned into a shadow and disappeared.

For humans, the body of a ghost is somewhere between illusion and reality, so humans cannot fight ghosts. Only ghosts can restrain ghosts.

As soon as this thought entered Zhao Fusheng's mind, her eyes lit up.

Then her cuffs flicked, and the withered ghost arm slipped out of her cuffs and was held in her hand.

She grabbed the ghost arm and clawed it around.

Amidst the sound of 'Xisuo', the ghost arm swept across the empty ground, but the fingertips seemed to have suddenly hooked onto something.

Zhao Fusheng felt happy, grabbed the ghost arm and hooked it to that spot.

The ground was obviously clean and free of unnecessary debris, but with the help of the ghost arm, she could clearly sense an item placed there.

Like an unraveled scroll.

She thought of the files piled up in the Demon Suppression Department, and at the same time gently lifted the object with her ghost arm.As soon as the thing left the ground, the laws that interfered with her cognition suddenly disappeared under the power of Li Gui's arm.

The hidden thing reappeared, and a sheepskin file hung dangling on the withered ghost arm.

Zhao Fusheng was delighted.

But at this moment, Ghost Arm, which had been suppressed by the power of merit value, sensed something and seemed to be recovering.

The grasping fingers moved, and the tightly clenched fingers slowly loosened, and he grabbed a corner of the file with his backhand.

Zhao Fusheng's eyes narrowed, he grabbed the ghost arm with one hand, held most of the file with the other, and then pulled hard!
She had great strength after controlling the ghost, and the ghost arm did not relax even after catching this thing.

The two forces fought against each other, and a corner of the file cracked.

The ghost arm moved twice unwillingly, and turned into a withered arm again and fell into her palm.

Zhao Fusheng calmly put the ghost arm back into his cuff, and then his eyes fell on the file with a missing corner. At this glance, her eyes suddenly became focused.

On the file was written in not very neat calligraphy: Forgotten Ghost!

The handwriting is a little lighter, but this is undoubtedly her handwriting.

Without hesitation, she put her middle finger and index finger into the inkstone, dipped in ink, and put a little on the paper.

The new ink is thick and black, forming a sharp contrast with the color of the three characters "forgotten ghost".

Zhao Fusheng held the file and came closer to the lamp to look at it.

Under the light, the words 'forgotten ghost' were not written very neatly, and the font color was slightly lighter, almost as if it was fading away.

Under the font, there are several lines of neat small characters, recording another case file.

——This is the file of the Demon Suppression Department. It should have been taken away by her temporarily and used to record incidents related to ghosts.

She moved the file, and through the light, she saw that there were still faint traces around the three words "forgotten ghost" - as if something was originally recorded here, but now it disappeared completely. Er Jing.

"Erase the traces!"

Zhao Fusheng felt a chill in his heart.

This kind of action is similar to erasing memory, in that it is erasing the traces left by the evil ghost.

Whatever she originally wrote, even the handwriting disappeared.

"The Forgotten Ghost..."

Zhao Fusheng was sure that these three words were written by himself.

Not only was the title of Forgotten Ghost consistent with her current situation, but more importantly, the handwriting and simplified Chinese characters were all evidence.

While she was looking at these three words in trance, she suddenly felt a chill in her heart and her scalp was numb.

A warm feeling instantly enveloped her whole body, and in the dark night, it seemed like there was a pair of invisible eyes staring at her.

Ghost!

The ghost is nearby.

This thought poured into Zhao Fusheng's mind, and she was not in a hurry to call people in, nor was she rummaging around in corners to look for the ghost.

She suddenly remembered the strangeness of the ghost arm before - the broken arm suddenly revived and clung to the sheepskin file.

With a thought in time, Zhao Fusheng opened the file and held it under the lamp.

The flames of the lamp burned the back of the file, but the flames did not ignite the file.

The fiery red light illuminated the thin leather paper, and a pair of dark red and bleeding eyes appeared on the file, looking at Zhao Fusheng eerily.

At night, no one is around!
In the old house in the deserted village, the voices of Wu Liyou and others disappeared without knowing when.

Zhao Fusheng was the only one in the strange and gloomy room.

The surrounding lights dimmed at some point, and those strange eyes were numb and cold, as if they had no emotion at all, which made people's hair stand on end.

The crazy and bold side of Zhao Fusheng's character suddenly took over.

Her fear was at its peak, and she suddenly became calm.

She didn't scream and throw the file out in panic, but very calmly and cruelly stretched out her hand to gouge those eyes!
His fingers drilled through the layer of parchment and dug out the eyes——

But the sticky feeling of blood spurting out in Zhao Fusheng's imagination did not happen.

The moment her fingers broke through the paper, all illusions disappeared instantly.

The bloody eyes disappeared, and the blood stains flowing all over the file melted away completely.

Instead, an incomplete paper figure about the size of a palm fell into the palm of her hand.

The paper figure was made up of skin scabs of different sizes. It looked like it was about to fall apart, but somehow it was stuck together again.

Zhao Fusheng was stunned for a moment. The sealed memory lock was pried open, and chaotic memories began to tumble in her mind.

She subconsciously turned the paper man's body over, only to see the paper man's back, written in small letters: July 205, 7!
'boom! '

The shackles of memory are instantly shattered, and the lost memories are revived.

Wu Dajing reported the case - Wu Datong's son - returned to Goutou Village - mentioned the birth date of Wu Datong's son Wu Dajing died tragically - went to Wu Li's house and found the bedding - then calculated the birth date of Wu Datong's eldest son - Zhao Fusheng wrote on the captured The moment the skin fell off, it turned into a paper figurine - she was bleeding from all her orifices and lost her memory -

All memories revived instantly, and Zhao Fusheng was like waking up from a big dream:
"the second time--"

Before she finished speaking, she became alert again:
"No, the third time!"

This is the third time she has lost her memory.

The first time her memory was disturbed was in the Demon Suppression Division. At that time, Wu Dajing mentioned Wu Datong's eldest son, which caused certain gaps in her memory. She later recalled it through insinuations;

This was just the beginning. The memory was affected again after Wu Dajing's death.

The people in Kotou Village had their knowledge of Wu Dajing wiped away, and even his son had a misunderstanding of him, thinking that he had gone to the city and not returned.

And the third time was just now.

It seems to be unnoticed, but in fact it is extremely dangerous.

On the way here, Wu Dajing accidentally said that the feng shui of Kotou Village was not good. People in the village might bleed from their orifices as they got older. The same was true for his mother, who eventually died soon after.

Before Wu Dajing died, Zhao Fusheng also saw that he had nosebleeds twice. According to him, this problem had occurred a few days ago.

The country people don't know what's going on. They don't know that this is the law of evil spirits killing people.

In other words, Zhao Fusheng's blood loss and amnesia at this time are completely consistent with the characteristics of Wu Datong, the invisible eldest son, who kills people.

But Wu Dajing grew up with Wu Datong, and knew a lot about Wu Datong's son, but he was able to persist for several days, and finally died tragically after mentioning the birth date of this evil ghost.

Zhao Fusheng had just come into contact with this ghost case, but he had bleeding from all his orifices in a short period of time, and immediately lost his memory after writing down the ghost's birth date——

A bright light flashed in her eyes and she said to herself:

"It seems that I have found important clues and come up with something amazing."

Characteristics of the evil ghost: Invisibility.

And mentioning it and inquiring about its past behavior is tantamount to digging it out of the hidden river of time. This triggers its law, so it is counterattacked by the law.

Rather than saying that rules kill people, it would be more appropriate to describe it as a 'curse'.