I become a god in another world

Chapter 71 Another person dies
Chapter 71

The more detailed, real, and specific the existence of evil ghosts is mentioned, the easier it is to trigger the curse.

Zhao Fusheng is now cursed by a ghost. If she cannot solve the case in Kotou Village, she may die here.

She held the incomplete paper man between her fingers and turned it back and forth, thinking about what it was.

The paper man was made up of skin scabs, which were scraped and pieced together from her own body. Finally, after she recorded the birthday of Wu Datong's eldest son, it automatically became the prototype of a paper man.

Zhao Fusheng was a little puzzled by such a change, but she was certain that very strange changes must have occurred in the human skin at this time.

After Ghost Arm helped her touch the file before, he suddenly came to life and held on to the file, maybe not to grab the file, but to catch the paper man.

She didn't want to know the cause and effect for the time being, but she was certain that the human skin was closely related to the ghost case, and after being contaminated by the ghost's breath, it was very likely to become a vicious object.

She thought for a while, sandwiched the paper figure into the file, folded the file with a hole in it again, and stuffed it into her other sleeve.

After the memory is revived, the disturbed cognition is also restored.

An old writing brush fell by the foot of the table, and she bent down to pick it up.

The disappeared voices of the Wu family reappeared, and the aroma of the food, mixed with the sounds of people doing things, poured into Zhao Fusheng's ears one by one.

She shouted:
"Wu Liyou, find someone to come in and take care of it."

After hearing her cry, Wu Liyou from outside agreed, and then loudly called a woman's name.

Not long after, two women came in with anxious looks. When they saw the messy table, they were startled at first. Then their eyes fell on Zhao Fusheng. Seeing her face covered with oil and blood, they couldn't help but be startled:
"grown ups……"

"There's sudden bleeding. Get me some hot water. I want to wash my face."

After saying that, she looked at her sleeves again, frowned and said:
"Find a change of clothes. I also have a change of clothes."

The two women nodded repeatedly, and Zhao Fusheng ordered again:
"Put that mattress away too, it's of no use to me anymore."

After hearing this, the two people's eyes lit up, and they both rushed to grab the mattress.

Wu Liyou, who was on the side, was afraid that the two of them would fight and make the distinguished guests laugh, so he stared at the two of them with a warning look and said:
"First get water for the adults to wash up, then wipe the table, and divide the other things later."

The two women responded. Zhao Fusheng washed his face and hands and changed his clothes again, and then he felt a little more comfortable.

She already knew about this ghost case, so she no longer stayed in the house, but left the house.

As soon as they came out, they saw that Wu Shaochun and others had not left yet. They stayed at Wu's house to help kill chickens and remove their feathers. When they saw Zhao Fusheng coming out, they greeted him warmly.

Wu Liyou's family lit several large torches and illuminated the yard brightly, but Zhang Chuanshi was nowhere to be seen.

This old guy may have heard her say that acting alone this time can save his life, so he hid somewhere now.

Zhao Fusheng had no need of him for the time being and did not look for him.

As soon as she came out, Wu Shaochun and others greeted her warmly:

"My lord, are you done?"

She nodded and walked towards Wu Shaochun and others.

"I just heard my uncle Li You say, do you have a nosebleed?" Wu Shaochun held the chicken head in one hand and the chicken feet in the other, and put the plucked chicken on the fire and flipped it back and forth.

The fluff on it that had not been cleaned was burnt and gave off a burnt smell, which made Zhao Fusheng really hungry.

"Yes." She nodded.

Wu Shaochun said:
"You should be more careful."

He moved quickly, swallowed his saliva while rolling, and said to Zhao Fusheng:
"The feng shui in our village is not very good. Many people have this problem of bleeding. After bleeding, they will die——"

He was quick to speak and almost said something unlucky. When he reacted, his face turned pale and the chicken he was holding in his hand almost fell into the fire.

Wu Shaochun stopped in time, bit the tip of his tongue hard, and rolled his eyes:
"You have lost some blood, and eating ten eggs won't make up for it. I'll ask my aunt to boil more eggs for you later, and you can eat more."

As soon as he finished speaking, the woman who came out holding the quilt happened to hear this and glared at him fiercely, but did not dare to say a word.

Zhao Fusheng smiled and did not take this episode to heart.

Anyway, as long as the evil ghost can't kill her once, she won't be afraid. What's the point of shedding some blood?
She asked:

"Since many people in your village suffer from bleeding from the seven orifices, tell me how long it usually takes from the onset of symptoms to the death of these bleeding people?"

Wu Shaochun said:
"Your Excellency, you have asked the right person." He replied with a smile.

His mother glared at him sideways, and he grinned awkwardly and said softly: "My father also died of this problem."

This young man is smart and good at observing people's emotions.

He could see that Zhao Fusheng was not taboo about bloodshed, so he bravely said:

"Decades ago, many people in the village bled to death." After finishing speaking, seeing that Zhao Fusheng did not scold him, he continued:

"At first, everyone thought there was something wrong. The village doctor prescribed medicine to clear away heat and relieve the symptoms, but it didn't work. Later, more people died, and they asked a goddess to watch the flowers and water, but it didn't work either."

Wu Li took the opportunity to move a bench out and placed it beside Zhao Fusheng. She took a half step back and sat down.

A fire was lit here, and when other people saw Wu Shaochun and Zhao Fusheng chatting, they also came around with a little curiosity and timidity.

"There is nothing we can do later." Wu Shaochun finished cooking the chicken, then picked up another chicken and started cooking:

"Anyway, once it bleeds, it means that your life will be short."

After he finished speaking, his mother glared at him fiercely. He shrank his head and looked at Zhao Fusheng again. He saw that Zhao Fusheng was not angry, and the stone in his heart fell back to its original place.

"How long does it usually take from bleeding to death?" Zhao Fusheng asked.

Wu Shaochun glanced at his mother. His mother was holding the chicken, a little at a loss.

However, Zhao Fusheng’s previous tax cuts made her feel courageous. She thought about it and said:

"It was fine in the past few years, but it feels like it has gotten faster in recent years."

After she said this, she was afraid that she had not made it clear, so she quickly added:
"My aunt also got sick some time ago. It was when I first got married. She started with nosebleeds and then vomited blood. It should have lasted for more than a month from the onset of the illness to the time of her death."

"Yes." Wu Liyou, who came over with a kitchen knife and a cutting board, also said:

"It was about the same time when my grandma passed away. I remember it was in July and August. One night, she was too hot to sleep. She suddenly had a nosebleed in the middle of the night, which shocked my father."

Zhao Fusheng's memory was restored at this time. Hearing him mention Wu Dajing's mother, he suddenly became interested:

"On what day in August did the symptoms appear?"

After Wu Shaochun heard this, he looked at Zhao Fusheng with a slightly strange expression.

Wu Liyou's reaction was not that sharp, and he did not realize that Zhao Fusheng accurately controlled the time of his grandmother's illness, and even seemed to know it much better than him.

Hearing this, he handed the cutting board in his hand to Wu Shaochunniang. The woman put the cutting board down and picked up the knife to chop the meat.

Amidst the sound of chopping, Wu Liyou thought for a while:
"When the Lord said this, I remembered it. It seemed like the first day of August."

The memories of decades ago were already dusty, but with Zhao Fusheng's little nudge, he remembered a key node:

"The moon was very round that day, and my family did meritorious service - it was my third brother who was clamoring to look at the moon and said there was a person in the moon. My grandma scolded him at that time, saying that he could not point to the moon because his ears would be cut off."

He recalled the past with a look of nostalgia on his face:
"My father laughed at that time and said that he had misjudged his meritorious service. Is there anyone in the moon?"

"My grandma didn't look very good at that time. She said that a child's eyes are pure and can see shadows that adults cannot see." Once the memory gate was opened, all the things that happened in the past came to Wu Liyou's mind:

"But she said later that it is said that there are people in the moon, and there is a Chang'e living in the moon -" he said, reaching out and scratching his waist:

"Before she finished speaking, I saw two nosebleeds coming out of her nose." The family didn't take it seriously at the time, but Wu Dajing's mother Tianganwujiang got angry. The next day, she went into the mountains to pick some prunella vulgaris and boiled it down. Give her some soup to drink.

It didn't work for the first two days, but then I had nosebleeds, which became more and more frequent. Later, I couldn't stop coughing up blood, and my ears and eyes were bleeding.

"There is another symptom. It seems that there are sores on the body and it starts to itch." Wu Liyou said:
"On September [-]th, my grandma said she was dying and asked the family to prepare for the funeral."

The coffins and shrouds are all ready-made.

When women in this era got married, a coffin was included in their dowry, which was placed there from childhood to old age.

Therefore, even if there is a funeral in the family of a slightly more sophisticated family, they will not panic.

Zhao Fusheng nodded and asked again:

"Did your grandma say anything before she died?" She remembered that Wu Ligong had mentioned that his third brother Wu Ligong had seen a 'human figure' in the moon. Maybe Wu Ligong had seen a ghost.

"When you asked, I remembered it." When Wu Li heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up:
"Before she left, my grandma shouted that it was a ghost seeking her life."

As soon as he finished speaking, his scalp seemed to be itching terribly, and he stretched out his hands to scratch it several times. A large clump of hair broke apart, and a piece of dandruff as big as a fingernail was pulled off.

"The ghost is asking for his life?" Zhao Fusheng already knew the truth, and his scalp felt numb when he saw this scene.

At some point, the sound of crackling firewood in front of me became much quieter, and a large column of black smoke rose above the roaring fire.

The dark clouds covering the moon parted, revealing the full moon above.

The moonlight pours down like water.

It was already August, and the weather was still a bit hot. Although the night temperature in Kotou Village had dropped a bit, the surroundings were still hot when the pile of firewood was burning.

But in an instant, an inexplicable chill enveloped them, causing the people sitting around the fire to subconsciously move closer to the fire.

The moment the clouds dispersed and the moon came out, Zhao Fusheng raised his head out of nowhere.

It was not yet mid-August, but the moon tonight was extraordinarily round and bright. She remembered what Wu Liyou said: On August 205, [-], Han Dynasty, he watched the moon at night. Wu Ligong saw a figure in the moon.

Perhaps influenced by these remarks, she looked at the bright moon and saw what seemed to be a pair of blood-red eyes flashing in the moon.

A tiny black shadow poked its head out from the moon, its cold and numb eyes staring coldly at everyone in the Wu family.

'Gu-Gu Gu——'

The cry of a night owl was heard in the distance. The mountain col was low and the echo lasted for a long time. Goosebumps appeared on the back of Zhao Fusheng's neck and arms. He suddenly came back to his senses. When he took a closer look, he saw that the moon was surrounded by mist. In the dense mist, where is the human figure?
It was just a false alarm!
Wu Liyou didn't know that she was distracted and continued to say:
"...Her old man said it was a vicious ghost seeking his life, and retribution has come."

The feeling of being spied on at that moment was too strong to be an illusion.

She thought about the scene where she stood in front of the Confucius Temple to spy when she was investigating the beggar alley ghost case, only to be spied on by a vicious ghost——

Zhao Fusheng felt a chill in his heart and was sure: The evil ghost is nearby!
I don't know if it's because the ghost is invisible, or because everyone's perception is disturbed and they can't see the ghost's existence.

Her eyes swept across the faces of Wu Shaochun, Wu Liyou, Wu Shaochunniang, and other villagers who helped with the work. The expressions of each of them were vivid and fresh, and they all looked familiar. They were the people who had led the way before.

Where is the ghost?

Zhao Fusheng suppressed the uneasiness in his heart and asked again: "How do you say this?"

"Master Zhao, you have reduced the taxes of the Demon Suppression Division and are the benefactor of our village. To be honest, Wu Datong did not handle this matter in an honest way."

Wu Shaochun's mother was holding a knife and slaughtering the chicken while bravely speaking.

"He lost his father in his early years and his family was poor. However, no one thought highly of him at his age and was willing to marry their daughter to him, so this man became vicious--"

As she spoke, she quickly cut the chicken in half with two knives, then cut it into strips, chopped it into pieces, and put them into the dustpan on the side:
"His daughter-in-law came from a shady background. My mother-in-law said in the early years that he killed someone to get her."

When Wu Shaochunniang was talking, a drop of sweat slid down the bridge of her nose and landed on the tip of her nose. She seemed to be itchy, so she stretched out her hand and pricked it hard several times.

I don't know whether there was chicken blood or human blood between the fingernails, and it was stained all over my nose.

A peeling scab flew at the tip of her nose, and she reached out and tore it off nonchalantly:
"I heard that there is some kind of begging alley in the county town——"

When Zhao Fusheng heard this, his heart moved and he interrupted her:

"Begging for food alley?"

"I don't know."

Wu Shaochunniang shook her head:

"I have never been to the county town in my life, and I heard people say this. It is said that the streets there are full of hustlers and kidnappers. These people travel here and there instead of doing regular business, kidnapping other people's children and using them for trafficking."

As she spoke, Zhao Fusheng had a strange intuition in his heart: Wu Shaochun's mother seemed silent, but she might have something useful to say.

The Forgotten Ghost this time was very powerful and controlled the laws of cognition, so she had to prepare in advance.

Thinking of this, Zhao Fusheng quickly shook the scroll out of his sleeve and motioned for her to continue:

"Many abducted people will be hidden there for trade. According to my mother-in-law, Wu Datong's previous mother-in-law came from there."

"I don't know whether her surname is Meng or Shen. Anyway, she cried very fiercely at the beginning, and everyone in the village heard about it."

"Everyone thinks that a woman, if she doesn't obey at first, will always accept her fate after having a baby, but she didn't survive that test." Wu Shaochunniang shook her head and sighed:
"She died of dystocia later on. I heard from my Aunt Rong that Wu Datong cut her belly and took the baby out, but maybe it was too late. The baby stayed in the mother's womb for a while longer, and it was a still baby when it came out."

When she said this, the atmosphere suddenly felt uncomfortable.

The wind stopped.

The night owl's voice disappeared at some point.

The burning wood flames were suppressed, and the strange sense of gloom came again.

Wu Shaochun's mother didn't know that a disaster was coming. Zhao Fusheng stood on his head with cold hair and felt the ghost's breath.

She suppressed the trembling and turned around to look around.

I saw shadows squirming under Wu Shaochunniang's feet.

In the darkness, a dark head slowly poked out half of its head from the shadows, revealing a pair of eyes like dead fish, and looked at Zhao Fusheng solemnly.

"I thought that Wu Datong was both an adult and a child, but I heard from Aunt Rong that the child was not dead."

There is no temperature, no breathing or pulse, no crying or yelling, but it still moves.

Wu Shaochun's mother mechanically moved her arms to chop the chicken.

Two streams of bright red nosebleeds flowed down her nose, poured into her mouth, and dripped down her chin, staining her clothes red.

The blood flowed like water from two springs, dripping onto the cutting board in front of her.

She didn't seem to notice it and still said:
"I heard from my head that Wu Datong named his child Wu Liren at that time——"

"Wu Liren!"

Zhao Fusheng was shocked.

The moment Wu Shaochunniang said this name, something frightening happened again.

A large amount of blood spurted out from her eyes and ears, and a ghost shadow less than one meter climbed up to her back, becoming one with her shadow.

Then her body exploded with a bang.

Wu Shaochunniang didn't even have time to scratch her itch and scream, and died tragically at the hands of the evil ghost in an instant.

(End of this chapter)