I become a god in another world

Chapter 73

"My lord, you seem a little tired, but is it because you have been traveling all the way?"

Wu Liyou just saw her lowering her head and suddenly woke up again. He couldn't help but asked with concern:
"Would you like to go inside first and rest for a while?"

Zhao Fusheng shook his head.

She was sure she had encountered a ghost.

The case in Kotou Village was more complicated and difficult than she imagined. Her merit points had inexplicably decreased, and now only had 6 points. Something must have happened in the middle, so she was tricked.

And the most terrifying thing is that she didn't even have the slightest impression left in her mind.

This time, the ghost has the ability to control people's memory and cognition, and erases part of her memory about ghosts.

She frowned and her eyes fell on the thing in her hand.

what is this?
The thing was extremely thin and somewhat transparent, with fine white dots remaining on it, much like the thin dead skin that had been torn off after the skin was injured——

Since she holds this object in her hand, its importance to her is self-evident. It is very likely to contain clues about this ghost case.

Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment, glanced at the scroll he held in his other hand, and pasted the piece of dead skin into the scroll.

She originally insisted that the clues related to the ghost case should not be discarded, so she clamped the scroll into the scroll temporarily as a bookmark, but unexpectedly, the moment the dead skin stuck into the scroll, it disappeared without a trace, as if it had been swallowed by the entire scroll. Went in.

Zhao Fusheng trembled all over.

She hurriedly turned the scroll over, only to see that the scroll was ordinary and there was nothing weird about it.

The file recorded an old case about the Demon Suppression Division. She had read it when she was at the Demon Suppression Division. She carried it with her for some unknown reason and brought it to Kotou Village.

Strange things happened one after another, but Wu Shaochun, Wu Liyou and others did not see anything weird.

"Did anyone come here just now? What happened?"

she asked.

Wu Liyou and Wu Shaochun looked at each other. They were at a loss and shook their heads:

"No, no—"

Wu Shaochun said:
"After we came back from Uncle Liren's house, Uncle Liyou was busy killing chickens and cooking rice. You just stayed in the house for a while and came out to chat with us. Before you knew it, you fell asleep——"

"When you are tired, please go back to your room and rest. We will call you during dinner."

After saying that, Wu Liyou shouted loudly:
"Making meritorious service, meritorious service! Tell your wife to come over quickly, cut up the chicken, and cook it quickly. Who put it here haphazardly—"

When Wu Liyi said this, he felt a little distressed when he saw the slaughtered pieces of meat being thrown around.

After he finished shouting, he realized something was wrong and was startled subconsciously:
"what……"

He felt vaguely familiar with what he said, as if the same thing had happened at some time and he had shouted the same words.

Zhao Fusheng felt even more familiar with this scene, but no matter how hard she racked her brains, she couldn't think of any situation in which Wu Li had shouted the same thing.

This time no one answered Wu Liyou's call, and Wu Liyou's tone became increasingly anxious:

"Making meritorious service——"

Something happened to Wu Ligong!

Zhao Fusheng just had this thought, and then felt a chill in his heart.

Wu Liyou didn't expect that something happened to his brother, but he couldn't call anyone for a long time, and he suddenly became angry:
"It's okay if dad is out of town and hasn't come back. My younger brother is also trouble-free. There are guests at home, so why are he wandering around?"

While he was cursing, a woman quickly came over, sat down in front of the cutting board, and quickly butchered the meat again.

It was still early for dinner, and Zhao Fusheng realized something was wrong.

The ghosts might be around them and have already appeared. Although she couldn't remember anything about the ghosts, she could clearly feel that her body was starting to weaken.

She stood up:

"I'll take a walk around and be back later."

"Sir, it's getting dark——"

Wu Liyou quickly advised:
"Let's transfer again tomorrow."

"No." Zhao Fusheng shook his head and said:

"You can take care of your own business and don't worry about me."

Wu Shaochun picked up the chicken and said quickly:

"It's dark now and the road is hard to walk. Why don't I get a torch and walk with you."

"No need." Zhao Fusheng shook his head again and shouted:
"Lao Zhang, Lao Zhang!"

She had sent Zhang Chuanshi away before, but the old man had gone to who knows where.

Zhao Fusheng then thought: Why did she send Zhang Chuanshi away?What did she say that made Zhang Chuanshi hide alone without fear of ghosts here?

The memory disorder brought about a severe headache. When she thought about it carefully, it was not only the pain in her head, but also the pain everywhere in her body.

Fortunately, as soon as she called out, Zhang Chuanshi's response came quickly.

He hid in the dark, not daring to get too close to others, but he also didn't dare to go too far.

He was unfamiliar with the place, and there were fierce ghosts in the village. He was deeply afraid that if he encountered a ghost, the sky and the sky would not respond, the earth and the earth would become ineffective, and no one would know where he died.

Hearing Zhao Fusheng's shouting, he quickly got out of the pile of firewood behind the house and asked:
"What's the matter, sir?"

"You go out for a walk with me."

Zhao Fusheng saw that he was in a mess.

He didn't know which pile of firewood he had gotten into. His hair was messy, a lot of grass blades were stuck to his body, and his exposed face and hands had tiny cuts from the sharp edges of hay blades.

It was hot now, so he was sulking and didn't dare to move. He was sweating profusely, and the water flowed over the wound, making him grin with pain.

Upon hearing that Zhao Fusheng was going out for a walk, Zhang Chuanshi suddenly looked unhappy.

“It, it’s dark today, and there are still ghosts in the village——”

"You are so brave. Have you ever considered that others dare not go out?"

"Stop talking nonsense, grab a torch and follow me out." Zhao Fusheng interrupted him.

Zhang Chuanshi dared not speak out in anger, so he could only curse silently, took a torch, and followed Zhao Fusheng with a mournful face.

The two of them walked out of the courtyard gate of Wu Liyou's house and walked to a deserted place before Zhao Fusheng asked:

"Where was the carriage we came from?"

Zhang Chuanshi didn't expect that she would come out in a hurry to ask about the carriage, and he couldn't help but look strange, but he kept walking and kept walking forward:

"then--"

When he mentioned the scene when he entered the village, he should have remembered it very well, but the memory in Zhang Chuanshi's mind was a little confused for a moment, and he said after a while:

"At that time, there were many people in the village and it was a mess, so I suggested that the vehicles should be parked at the Wu Lifu's house at the entrance to the village, and the horses would be temporarily served by them. There would be no problem."

Goutou Village is not big. Most of the houses of the villagers are built around the store. There is only one real entrance and exit. Once the door is bolted at night, it will be difficult for outside thieves to break into the house.

"There's nothing important on the carriage. Are you worried?"

Zhang Chuanshi asked tentatively.

Zhao Fusheng did not answer his question, but urged him to leave quickly.

When the two arrived at Wu Lifu's house, Wu Lifu's family had just washed their feet and lay down. They became a little angry when they heard a knock on the door. However, when they heard Zhang Chuanshi's call, the family hurriedly got up and opened the door.

"The car was parked in the yard at the back. I was afraid of heavy dew at night. My father asked me to set up a straw mat. Don't worry, sir."

"Don't panic. I just came to the car to take a look. I seem to have lost something while riding in the car during the day. You go back to the house first. I want to sit here for a while."

Zhao Fusheng sent away the anxious Wu Lifu family.

They were a little worried and scared about Zhao Fusheng's purpose, but they did not dare to refute her words. The family had no choice but to go back to the main room and sit there, turning their heads to look here from time to time.

"grown ups--"

Zhang Chuanshi didn't know what kind of medicine she was selling in the gourd, so he had to ask:
"Did you drop something? Do you want me to help you look for it?"

Zhao Fusheng looked a little cold at this time.

I don't know if it was Zhang Chuanshi's illusion, but he felt that Zhao Fusheng's face was pale, his lips were blue, and his eyes were dark, which made him feel frightened, and his voice gradually disappeared.

"Come up here with a torch and look in the carriage for -" She thought of the skin scab that disappeared into the scroll and said tentatively:
"Look for any loose flakes of skin."

"What are you doing looking for that thing?"

Zhang Chuanshi didn't know what was going on.

But Zhao Fusheng had handled ghost cases and had shown his methods, so he did not dare to resist. Although he was confused in his heart, he climbed onto the carriage honestly and looked down while talking.

He made a casual comment and didn't expect Zhao Fusheng to respond, but he didn't expect her to respond:
"I suspect the ghost is already following us."

She kept saying nothing, Zhang Chuanshi's body shook, and the torch in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.

"Don't light it on fire." Zhao Fusheng glanced at him.

With quick eyesight and quick hands, he picked up the fallen torch again, raised his foot to stamp out the broken sparks that fell from the torch, and his lips kept trembling:

"Don't scare me."

"Someone from Goutou Village went to the city to report that there was a ghost trouble in the village, so we came to the village." Zhao Fusheng said calmly.

When Zhang Chuanshi heard this, he couldn't help but look up at her, with a strange look in his eyes.

Zhao Fusheng also felt a little weird.

There was always a sense of déjà vu between her and Zhang Chuanshi, as if the two had discussed the same topic at a certain time and place, but they couldn't remember it.

"I have inquired and found out that the person who reported the crime is Wu Liyou's father. He is the elder of the village. His name is Wu Dajing. He went to the city three days ago and is still missing."

The two people in the car looked at each other, and Zhang Chuanshi instantly understood what Zhao Fusheng meant.

Goutou Village is located in a remote place and there is no one to lead the way. It is absolutely impossible for the two of them to come here for no reason.

The village elder went to the city to report the crime. Since they are here, the report is successful. But where is the village elder at this time?

Zhao Fusheng endured the anxiety after losing his memory and pretended to be calm:

"We must have come back the same way, but neither of us can recall the experience of traveling with Wu Dajing."

——This is obviously the work of evil spirits.

Even though he lost his memory repeatedly, Zhao Fusheng still relied on his keen intuition to deduce the important truth.

She thought of her sudden loss of consciousness at Wu Liyou's home, and then suddenly woke up.

She didn't know what happened in the middle, but Wu Dajing's mysterious disappearance was another wake-up call for her.

If Li Gui has the power to manipulate people's cognition, then during her previous 'amnesia' period, did anyone else in Kotou Village 'disappear' again without anyone noticing?
The more she thought about it, the more horrified she felt. And because of her amnesia, she felt even more uneasy. She couldn't wait to find out more clues about the ghost.

Zhao Fusheng was very passive after losing her memory. Not only was her body weak, but her memory disorder also made her nervous.

After she woke up, she held a piece of dead skin tightly in her hand, and the final disappearance of the dead skin was also very strange.

With her personality, she likes to carry important things with her. Although she can't remember them, she is very sure: there are secrets in the scroll, and the appearance of dead skin may also be related to the murder of the evil ghost.

Therefore, she was anxious to get back on the carriage to see if she could find any important clues.

Sometimes what people see and remember will be affected, but the clues left behind will not be erased out of thin air.

If Wu Dajing had traveled with them, he would have left a mark on the car.

It was about a ghost case and his own life and death. Zhang Chuanshi did not dare to be careless and immediately started looking around in the car.

"Don't rush."

Zhao Fusheng calmly called him to a stop and sat back to where he came from:
"This is where I sat when I came. If someone is traveling with you and you drive the carriage, then the person talking to me must be sitting on my right and left hand."

She was in the middle of the carriage, which made it easier to look around through the open door. Wu Dajing did not dare to sit on an equal footing with her, so he would sit at the head of the carriage.

"You look to the left, I look to the right."

When Zhao Fusheng said this, Zhang Chuanshi nodded hurriedly, and the two of them looked around the carriage, fearing that they might miss any clues.

Not long after, Zhao Fusheng found several faint smear marks on the lower right side.

"Hand over the torch."

She shouted calmly.

Zhang Chuanshi's heart skipped a beat and he quickly turned around.

Under the blazing fire, several fingers of Zhao Fusheng were pressing on a certain part of the carriage.

Her fingertips were slender and her nails were trimmed slightly short, but this was not what caught Zhang Chuanshi's attention.

Under her fingertips, several dark brown marks were stretched by several inches, and several marks were drawn diagonally from bottom to top.

"This looks like blood stains."

Zhao Fusheng took a closer look under the light, and a vague smell of blood rushed into her nasal cavity.

This is definitely not caused by the marks on the car.

Even if the bloody fingerprints on the car were left by Wu Dajing, after several hours of evaporation, the smell will be lighter and cannot be so strong.

This scene of smelling blood seemed to trigger an instinctive memory in her body when she saw the blood in front of her.

Zhao Fusheng thought for a while, pursed his lips and took a deep breath through his nose. Sure enough, he felt that the bloody smell was coming from his respiratory tract.

She appeared to have bled - or possibly vomited blood.

With this thought, she stood on her head with chills.

She had vomited blood, but she had no memory of it. If the blood mark in front of her hadn't revived her body, she might not have noticed it at all.

She calmed down, suppressed the horror in her heart, and looked at the blood marks again.

"There are four ways."

Two are slightly darker, one is slightly shallower, and the last one is a little thin, as if a finger accidentally touched it and left a mark.

Zhao Fusheng tried to sit on the bench on the right side, put his backhand on the carriage, and wiped it upward.

Zhang Chuanshi's eyes lit up:
"It's like this."

In other words, someone was sitting here at that time. Maybe he/she was injured and bleeding somewhere. He/she wiped it with his/her hands, and the blood stain was eventually wiped into the car.

And this person is-

"Wu Dajing."

"Wu Dajing!"

The two spoke in unison.

The moment they said this name, both of them had ugly expressions.

"Sir, is Wu Dajing dead?"

Zhang Chuanshi asked anxiously. He didn't know what he thought of, and his body trembled twice:
"Did he die in the car, in front of us, and we-"

It's scary to think about it this way.

Li Gui might have killed someone in front of them, but they had no memory of it.

Sometimes it's nice to see it with your own eyes, but imagining it out of thin air can scare people to death.

Before Zhao Fusheng had time to speak, she suddenly noticed that the blood stains in the carriage were gradually fading and seemed to be disappearing.

"Old Zhang——" This scene was so disturbing that she shouted louder.

Before Zhang Chuanshi could speak, suddenly there was a knocking sound on the door outside.

"Who is it!"

In the main room, Wu Lifu, who was awakened by Zhao Fusheng and his two men, was wearing a coat and howled outside in annoyance.

Goutou Village is located in a remote area. There are few strangers here. Occasionally, there are foreigners staying overnight, but this happens only a few times a year.

Forget it if it was normal. There was an adult from the Demon Suppression Department at home tonight. Wu Lifu's family was already uneasy. When someone knocked on the door at night, their tone was a little unkind.

After he asked, there was a knock on the door outside.

Soon, an old male voice that was unfamiliar but also had an eerie sense of familiarity sounded out:
"It's me." He spoke slowly, as if there was a handful of sand in his mouth, making his words unclear. At the end, he coughed twice and then said:

"Wu Dajing."

As soon as these words came out, Zhao Fusheng and Zhang Chuanshi on the carriage immediately froze on the spot.