I become a god in another world

Chapter 75

The old man's expression was a little strange. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, revealing a just right smile——

But Zhang Chuanshi is in the coffin business, and he often deals with the dead. Next door to him is the incense candle paper figurine shop. He often sees the owner of the shop leading his workers to make paper figurines. Those paper figurines that have been tied up have such stiff faces and smiles. of.

Logically speaking, Zhang Chuanshi should have become more courageous after seeing such weird smiling faces too many times.

But looking at paper people is different from looking at real people.

Especially when he knew that the person standing in front of him might be a ghost, and he and Zhao Fusheng might be trapped in the ghost realm.

This time, the ghost controlled memory and cognition. Maybe the two of them were just wandering on the field ridge at night in this remote village. Maybe there was no Wu Dajing at all, and there was no such conversation;
There may even be a dead body standing in front of them, but the two of them were deceived by the ghost and thought they were talking to the ghost.

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became. His body was shaking. He stretched out a hand and poked Zhao Fusheng in the back, signaling her not to talk to this person anymore and to leave quickly.

Zhao Fusheng ignored him, but looked at Wu Dajing and insisted on asking again:
"You didn't know much about Wu Datong in his early days, but how much do you know about him later?"

Wu Dajing paused for a while and then said:

"When he was 31 years old, he left the village and entered Wan'an County, where he took refuge with a paper man shop owner named Zhang Xiongwu."

The fragmented memories were reconnected, and the conversation between Wu Dajing and Zhao Fusheng on the carriage reappeared in her mind in the form of fragmented images.

"This man admired Wu Datong's talent and asked him for a favor."

Wu Dajing's words were a bit strange. Zhao Fusheng was sure that the two of them had never had such a conversation before.

Such a conversation was too novel and made her uneasy.

Perhaps due to several inexplicable amnesias, Zhao Fusheng took out the file originally hidden in his sleeve and held it in his hand.

Wu Dajing continued:
"Wu Datong agreed."

Zhao Fusheng thought of the ghost case in Begging Alley, and combined with the flash of memories, he said:

"He asked Wu Datong to help him steal coffin nails?"

"Wu Datong didn't steal it!"

Wu Dajing quickly scolded him.

"Who stole it?" Zhao Fusheng felt that the question was a bit strange.

At this time, the moon in the sky began to change color again, and the fog was affected by the refraction of light, showing a bleeding red color.

A dark shadow slowly poked its head out from the moon.

The blood-red ribbon hangs from the moon, and the sound of "tick-tock" sounds like water falling.

"It was stolen by Wu Liren."

Wu Dajing replied.

Zhang Chuanshi suddenly felt an extremely itchy feeling on his back and scratched twice through his clothes.

The rough clothes rubbed against the skin on the back, and after the itch was relieved, there was a burning pain again.

"Sir, I'm a little scared——"

Perhaps because of the weird atmosphere at this time, cold sweat broke out all over his body instantly. He felt like his clothes were sticking to his back, making him feel extremely wet and uncomfortable.

Zhao Fusheng also sensed the seriousness of the atmosphere at this time. Not only that, but the list of gods in the sea of ​​​​consciousness prompted: If he senses the appearance of a evil-level ghost, should he use hell to capture it?

She remembered that a lot of merit points had been deducted out of thin air, and she could not remember what happened during that period.

But she speculated that she was trying to use hell to capture the ghost. Perhaps the capture failed, but she used the power of hell, and finally deducted merit points to make up for it.

Now she only has 6 merit points in hand, and she must not abuse them at will.

Zhao Fusheng believed the reminder from the Conferred Gods List that Li Gui was definitely by her side, but she turned her eyes around without trace, but found no sign of Li Gui.

Ghosts are hiding in the dark, ready to move.

Her heartbeat surged instantly, but at that moment, her thoughts had already drifted to another place.

After Wu Dajing knocked on the door of the mountain village, she found that the village had been shrouded in ghost territory, and she suspected that Wu Dajing himself was the incarnation of a ghost. During the time she was walking with Wu Dajing, she was not reminded of the list of gods.

——In other words, even if Wu Dajing was the incarnation of a ghost at that time, it was possible that he was just a ghost that had not fully recovered, or he might have been manipulated by the power of the ghost.

Or maybe, as Zhang Chuanshi thought, her journey and conversation with Wu Dajing at this time were just an illusion.

She and Zhang Chuanshi might have been trapped in a dark, isolated village, wandering around in a ghost realm.

Zhao Fusheng stopped Fei Yuan's thoughts in time.

The reminder of the Conferred Gods List at this time was like a beacon in the darkness for Zhao Fusheng. In the case of problems with her memory and cognition, Zhao Fusheng's trust in the Conferred Gods List was unprecedented.

The Conferred Gods List suddenly prompted the evil ghost to appear, but it had not appeared before, which meant that there was no opportunity for the evil ghost to appear before.

What stimulated the ghost?Her conversation with Wu Dajing?

What did Wu Dajing mention?
"41 years ago, Wu Datong was entrusted by Zhang Xiongwu to go to Liu Huacheng's house and steal a coffin nail."

She thought to herself, then denied it: No, Wu Datong didn't steal it, Wu Liren stole it!
As soon as Wu Dajing said these words, the evil ghost appeared.

In other words, the key node lies with Wu Liren.

'Wu Liren' is a taboo existence. Mentioning his name will cause the evil ghost to revive——

When Zhao Fusheng thought of this, he immediately realized something was wrong:
"No! No."

In order to verify his conjecture, Zhao Fusheng asked:

"On what date did Wu Liren's family disappear?"

She changed the topic, the black shadow in the moon disappeared again in the sky, and the bleeding red belt was silently pulled back to the middle of the moon by a pair of black hands.

The ghost's aura was unwilling to hide, and the frightening feeling of pressure disappeared.

Zhao Fusheng mentioned "Wu Liren" with a calm expression. Wu Dajing heard the words and said:

"On the fourth day of August."

There was nothing weird this time. The list of gods was quiet and there was no similar prompt.

In other words, the word "Wu Liren" is not a real taboo for Li Gui.

She thought about it and guessed: Could it be that the 'Wu Liren' mentioned by Wu Dajing was not the village chief Wu Liren, but someone else?

"How old is Wu Liren this year?" she asked again.

Wu Dajing replied slowly:

"Sir, I'm 41."

Zhao Fusheng kept this clue in mind.

She figured out a little bit about the laws of ghosts, and she probably had an idea in her mind.

At this time, Zhao Fusheng did not dare to trigger the law easily again. She had been marked by the ghost and was in the ghost mist. She did not know when she would die at the hands of the ghost. Before she recovered her complete memory, she could no longer easily Taking risks, the clues obtained at this time were lost again.

Thinking of this, Zhao Fusheng stopped asking any more questions and said:
"Okay, let's talk about it when we get home. Let's go!"

She waved to Wu Dajing, and at the same time, she turned her back and said to Zhang Chuanshi:

"I'll go ahead, Lao Zhang will light the lamp and follow behind me."

"..."

When Zhang Chuanshi heard this, he was so frightened that he almost peed his pants.

Zhao Fusheng was going to be at the front, and he was going to be in the middle, and Wu Dajing was going to be at the end. Doesn't this prove that he was going to be caught between Li Gui and Zhao Fusheng?
"Me?" His chin retracted, and his sharp-mouthed, monkey-cheeked face was filled with fear and panic:
"This, this is impossible."

"Stop talking nonsense, are you familiar with the road back to Wu Dajing's house? Where are you going?" Zhao Fusheng responded lightly.

Zhang Chuanshi said quickly:
"Of course I—"

Before he finished speaking, he saw Zhao Fusheng's warning gaze, and the rest of his words were swallowed back:
"Of course I'm not familiar with it." Zhao Fusheng strode forward to lead the way. Zhang Chuanshi was panicking and followed her step by step with a lantern in hand.

But just a few steps away from the two of them, Wu Dajing's figure followed them forward calmly.

Zhao Fusheng walked through two paths and suddenly changed direction. He did not go to the brightly lit Wu Liyou Family Building, but to another dark mansion.

"grown ups……"

When Zhang Chuanshi saw her changing direction, his legs trembled with fear.

He had not been in Goutou Village for a long time, but the village was not big. He knew the general direction as he walked in and out of Wuli You's home.

At this time, Zhao Fusheng was not leading Wu Dajing home. Her direction was clearly to go to Wu Liren's house.

Zhao Fusheng did not reply.

Zhang Chuanshi suddenly understood: She had deliberately led the wrong way.

With Zhao Fusheng's intelligence, he would naturally know the way. Why was she taking Wu Dajing to Wu Li's house at this time?
Zhang Chuanshi was trembling all over and did not dare to look back. He could only half-close his right eye and at the same time forcefully squeezed his left eye open to look at the ground.

Under the firelight, Wu Dajing's figure was seen reflected forward, almost touching his shadow.

Zhang Chuanshi didn't take it seriously at first, but then he seemed to think of something, his body shook, and he pushed Zhao Fusheng and ran forward a few steps.

"grown ups--"

His limbs were cold and he swallowed several mouthfuls of saliva while reaching out and poking Zhao Fusheng's back vest.

As he spoke, he lowered his head and looked down. Something terrible happened again!

There seemed to be another shadow peeking out from Wu Dajing's shadow.

A blood-red band trailed behind his shadow, and the black figure peeking out from the shadow seemed to have opened its eyes and glanced at him.

Just this one look scared Zhang Chuanshi to the point where he felt chills from head to toe.

"grown ups!"

He shouted again, raising his voice.

Zhao Fusheng turned his head, and Zhang Chuanshi nuzzled at her, gesturing for her to lower her head and look at her feet.

Among the three, Zhao Fusheng walked in the front, Zhang Chuanshi walked in the middle, and Wu Dajing walked in the last.

Among these people, only Zhang Chuanshi carried the torch.

The firelight shines in the middle, so the shadow of Zhao Fusheng who is walking in front is reflected diagonally forward, while the shadow of Zhang Chuanshi falls at his feet.

According to common sense, if Wu Dajing was in a normal situation, his shadow should fall backwards.

But at this time, his shadow crawled forward, almost touching Zhang Chuanshi's shadow.

Zhang Chuanshi wanted to understand this at the time, and when he was trembling with fear, when he saw the other party's shadow almost touching his own, he hurriedly ran forward and distanced himself.

Zhao Fusheng lowered his head and looked down. The black shadow in the shadow had shrunk back.

"what happened?"

Seeing the two of them stop, Wu Dajing asked in confusion.

As he was speaking, the shadow reflected under his feet seemed to realize that something was wrong, and squirmed and slowly retracted until it shrank behind him, and honestly stopped moving under his feet.

"..."

Zhang Chuanshi was almost frightened by this scene and foamed at the mouth.

Zhao Fusheng was bold and shook his head when he heard this:

"It's okay, it's just that we're almost there, why don't you go ahead."

When she spoke, she stepped aside and pointed to Wu Liren's old house in front of her.

Zhang Chuanshi was so frightened that he shrank behind her, not daring to look at Wu Dajing's face.

Wu Dajing was not polite and nodded.

He stepped forward.

When Zhang Chuanshi heard his footsteps, he didn't dare to look at him. He also remembered the previous scene where the two people's shadows were strangely similar. He was so frightened that he stepped back one after another. He wished he could shrink his hands and feet and be thousands of miles away from him. .

Zhao Fusheng retracted his palm into his sleeve and held the ghost arm tightly, but on the surface he was calm and composed, reminding him:

"Old Zhang, please light the lamp."

Her calm and composed attitude relieved Zhang Chuanshi's nervousness. Zhang Chuanshi suppressed the sound of crying and squeezed open a pair of fish-bubble eyes with tears in his eyes:

"Yes - yes - my lord -"

He held the torch high, and the light stretched Wu Dajing's figure forward by several feet.

The three of them, one after the other, soon arrived at the gate of Wu Liren's house.

When the two entered the village, the first person they came to was Wu Li's house. At this time, the door of Wu Li's house was wide open.

Wu Dajing entered the house like an old horse knowing the way and went straight to the hospital.

Zhao Fusheng and Zhang Chuanshi followed behind him in silence.

He entered three doors in a row, entered the main courtyard, opened the door of the main room where Wu Liren lived, walked to the bed in front of Zhao Fusheng and Zhang Chuanshi, and then lay down on the bed without taking off his shoes.

"..."

"..."

Zhao Fusheng and Zhang Chuanshi looked at each other, too shocked to speak.

At this moment, there was a sudden noise outside the house.

Zhang Chuanshi's spirit was already tense, and the slightest noise made him jump three feet high:

"Who? Who? Who?"

He asked three times.

Someone quickly responded timidly from outside:

"H-Sir, I am Wu Shaogu, Shaochun asked me to return the things--"

When Zhao Fusheng heard this, he thought for a moment and then went out to see it.

"Wait for me."

Zhang Chuanshi dared to stay when he saw her leaving.

He did not dare to look at Wu Dajing, who was lying flat on the bed. He shouted in a crying voice and quickly followed Zhao Fusheng.

There were quite a few villagers from the Wuli family this time, and most of them were carrying things in their hands.

It turned out that in the evening, Zhao Fusheng saw that the utensils in Wu Li's house were almost emptied by the villagers, so he asked casually.

She came to Kotou Village to investigate the case.

But at this time, the ghost case was plunged into mystery. She had promised that if the case was solved, the whole village would be able to reduce taxes.

Although the artifacts of the Wuli family were valuable, they were nothing compared with the taxes.

Therefore, when the villagers went back to discuss it, they all decided to move back the things that had been removed from the Wuli family - at worst, they could just divide it up again after the ghost case was solved.

At this time, Zhao Fusheng led Wu Dajing to Wu Li's house again, and they happened to bump into him.

After asking about the reason, Zhao Fusheng ignored these people and signaled them to quickly put the items they took away back to their original places.

She and Zhang Chuanshi rushed back to Wu Liren's room, and something strange happened again - Wu Dajing, who was originally lying on Wu Liren's bed, disappeared!