I become a god in another world

Chapter 90
"When the time comes, you can move out of the position. When the time doesn't come, you can't squeeze out the position."

The corners of the big man's mouth were raised at just the right angle, as if measured, and they did not fall down when he spoke.

Facing Zhao Fusheng's repeated questioning, he was extremely patient and explained:

"The seats on the bus are fixed, and people are seated according to their names. Uninvited people cannot get on the bus, and those who get on the bus cannot leave."

As soon as the green-robed man finished speaking, the firelight of the Huozhezi he held in his hand suddenly changed from bright yellow to green, and the car suddenly became filled with a ghostly atmosphere.

In the green light, everyone's face was covered with a terrifying green light. Those people who were smiling before suddenly became sinister and creepy, and their eyes were creepy when they looked at them.

The strangest thing is not the change in environment.

There seemed to be a bloody red thread hanging from everyone's head, and a black wooden sign was tied to the end of the thread.

The wooden plaque is about the length of a palm, with names scrawled in blood.

Liu Lai, Lin Hongfu, Fang Yurong...

Zhao Fusheng had a bad premonition, so she raised her head and looked above herself——

At this glance, the roof of the carriage could no longer be seen above her head.

Wherever he looked, there seemed to be endless darkness above.

A line of blood dripped down in the darkness, and at the end hung a wooden sign with her name written on it: Zhao Fusheng.

She felt frightened as soon as she looked at the wooden sign, and instinctively wanted to get up and run away.

But as soon as she moved, she felt a sharp pain in her internal organs.

The fonts on the wooden sign seemed to turn into liquid and flow, and blood lines were randomly drilled in the wooden sign.

Under the severe pain, countless bloodshot threads dropped from her head and shoulders.

At the same time, blood threads began to appear on the bench beneath her, binding her body, as if these blood threads were starting to spin a cocoon, trying to tie her alive to the carriage stool.

Zhao Fusheng's heart sank, and he immediately wanted to shake his sleeves and pull out the ghost hand.

As soon as she moved, blood threads wrapped around her wrists. These threads seemed to be alive, trying to break through her skin and rush into her blood vessels.

But the strange thing is that Zhao Fusheng's skin is extremely slippery. The bloody red threads were poked and prodded several times, but they could not penetrate into her body and had to bind her tightly.

At this critical moment, Zhao Fusheng's heart sank, and he wanted to wake up the evil spirit who controlled the envoy.

But as soon as she thought about it, the list of gods revealed: Evil-level ghosts are restricted!

"..."

Zhao Fusheng secretly felt bad luck.

She didn't expect that the ghost she was commanding would be suppressed by the ghost carriage. No wonder it didn't move at all after she got on the carriage.

This ghost had shown off his power before and almost killed the Wan'an County Demon Commander, but he turned out to be so useless at the critical moment.

But what surprised her even more was that the ghost she commanded was already an evil-level ghost, and was completely suppressed in front of the ghost carriage.

It seems that tonight's trip is extremely dangerous.

Zhao Fusheng composed himself and forced himself to remain calm:

"I saw it."

The big man in green robe saw that she was interested, and the smile on his face remained unchanged, but the firelight in his hand turned from green to yellow again.

The cold air of resentment faded away, and the car was illuminated by bright light. The previously lifeless people were all smiling, and the atmosphere became lively again, as if the scene where Zhao Fusheng saw the name plate wrapped in blood was just an illusion.

Although he couldn't see the surging blood line, Zhao Fusheng felt increasingly that the shadow of death was approaching.

She was tense, but a smile appeared on her face:
"Then when will this position be vacated?"

The big man in green robe smiled and said:
"When the time comes, free it up."

Zhao Fusheng realized that the person talking to her in front of her might not be a person, and there was a huge disparity in strength between the two sides. No matter how hard she pressed, she probably wouldn't be able to figure out the reason.

She pondered for a moment, then looked at the woman diagonally opposite her, and asked again:
"By the way, I heard you talking before I got in the car. It was very lively. What were you talking about?"

While speaking, she looked at the big man in green robe from the corner of her eye.

This person put his hands on his thighs and sat upright. He ignored her questions and had no intention of stopping everyone's chatting.

"I seem to have heard you mention Liu Yuanwai."

"good."

The woman smiled and said:
"We are all going to celebrate with Yuan Liu tonight."

"Congratulations to Mr. Liu?" Zhao Fusheng's voice increased slightly.

Then Liu San said:
"That's right. Liu Yuanwai is a well-known big family in Wan'an County."

He also smiled while talking.

The people on these cars all had their lips raised at some point, as if they were printed in a mold, making people feel frightened just by looking at them.

"Where did such a big family named Liu come from in Wan'an County?"

Zhao Fusheng put aside his own fear of the ghost carriage and began to think about who the 'Liu Yuanwai' mentioned by these special 'guests' was.

Today's Wan'an County is not safe. The well-known big families in the county have long fled and walked away. How can there be any big families?
Among the remaining squires, Fan Bisheng compiled their roster, and there was no one named Liu.

But she remembered something.

This is outside Begging Alley, which was originally the predecessor of the Liu Clan Ancestral Hall.

Forty years ago, when Liu Huacheng was here, the Liu family was considered a wealthy family at that time.

She was just thinking about something when she heard Liu Lai smile and say:

"How not?"

He put his hands in front of his legs and said:

"Mr. Liu Huacheng, today is his sixtieth birthday. It is said that his descendants held a running banquet for him for a few days, allowing the guests to eat and drink. Not only did they not take any money, but they also gave them rewards."

After Zhao Fusheng realized that he got on the ghost carriage, he was mentally prepared not to use common sense to infer what happened in the ghost carriage.

But when she really heard Liu San mention 'Liu Huacheng', her pupils still tightened.

"I heard that people from all the villages and towns around Wan'an County are going to celebrate Mr. Liu's birthday. It's very lively."

As soon as Mr. Liu's birthday was mentioned, everyone else in the car suddenly became interested and began to discuss it again.

"I heard that this gentleman once served as an official in the Imperial Capital in his early years——"

"His son has ordered dozens of pigs from someone."

……

These words sounded normal, but the more normal they were, the more horrified Zhao Fusheng felt.

Originally, her ears could only hear voices inside the car, the ringing of bells, and the sound of the wheels rolling when horseshoes were walking. However, as people mentioned 'Master Liu' more often, the sounds in the outside environment suddenly changed.

At some point, a loud noise suddenly sounded outside the begging alley that was supposed to be extremely quiet.

The hurried footsteps of countless people, the shouts one after another, and the loud sound of gongs and drums mixed with the clear and long chants of the actors penetrated the supposedly airtight carriage and reached her ears.

"Come on, here comes the pork head!"

"You sufferer, move faster. Later, when the master comes out and sees that the table has not been cleared, he will peel off your skin——"

The sounds of urging, yelling, and loud shouts from theatergoers came into the carriage one by one. Everything was too real to be an illusion.

Zhao Fu gritted his teeth and said in disbelief:

"Are we really going to celebrate Liu Huacheng's birthday?"

"nature."

The big man in green robe nodded:

"It's here." As he spoke, Zhao Fusheng felt more and more depressed.

The car was so brightly lit that she couldn't see any blood lines or name tags, but the strange scene from before had long been reflected in her mind. At this time, she knew that there should be countless blood and light threads binding her, connecting herself with The ghost carriage is bound to one place.

At some point, the golden bell outside the car rang more quickly.

Mist gradually filled the car.

Under the influence of this mist, the light of the candle in the hand of the big man in green robe was suppressed and became much dimmer.

The firelight turned from yellow to green again, and the eerie scene appeared again.

Zhao Fusheng saw the faint blood line and the black wooden sign hanging on everyone's head. The voice that had been discussing Liu Huacheng's life and longevity suddenly stopped.

The smiling 'people' sat there with weird smiles on their faces.

The blood rope hanging from the roof of the car was wrapped around everyone's neck. At this moment, a scream suddenly came from the distance:
"what--"

This voice was extremely frightening, as if he was witnessing the most terrifying scene in the world:
"Ghost!"

The heartbreaking screams came, and Zhao Fusheng's heart sank. She remembered that at Liu Huacheng's birthday party 40 years ago, the headless ghost revived.

The ghost carriage can actually travel through time and space and go back to the past.

Once entering the Liu Family Ancestral Hall, it means that a carload of people has been taken into the ghost realm——

No, not a car full of people!

Zhao Fusheng quickly realized that everyone in the car must be dead.

Liu San is the best evidence. When Fan Bisheng mentioned this ghost case, it was half a year ago. Liu San was taken away by a ghost carriage and there has been no news since then.

In other words, she was the only living person in the car.

If she couldn't find a way to get out of the car, she would also die in the car, and Deputy Ling Zheng of Baozhi County would be the next victim.

Zhao Fusheng was extremely anxious.

She can't stay in the car, nor can she break into the ghost realm of the headless ghost 40 years ago.

Thinking of this, she asked the big man in green robe:
"You said that the seats on the bus are fixed, and no one can get on the bus until there is room."

The big man in green robe who was smiling and looking very friendly now looked extremely scary.

His face was green and his eyes were lifeless. Although he was still smiling, his smile had a forced and stiff feeling:
"good."

He seemed not to notice at all and nodded.

"What if I get off the car and make room?" Zhao Fusheng asked.

As soon as she finished speaking, everyone in the car who was smiling stiffly turned their heads and looked at her with a weird smile, with evil intentions in their eyes.

Facing the gazes of all the ghosts, Zhao Fusheng didn't take it seriously and still stared at the big man in green robes, waiting for his answer.

"I can't get out of the car."

The big man in green robe said coldly:

"Once one person sits on the bus, the person who got on the bus has no reason to leave."

Zhao Fusheng sighed:
"In other words, I can't leave once I get in the car. I must stay in the car."

"Tonight we are attending Mr. Liu's birthday party. It is fate that we all get together. Let's go to Liu's house and have a birthday wine together." The man in green robe said with a sly smile.

"I'm not hungry." Zhao Fusheng shook his head stubbornly:
"I don't drink anymore, I quit."

"..." The ghosts looked at her coldly.

The big man in green robe smiled and said nothing.

The bell rang rapidly, the fog in the car became thicker, and the ghost's breath became heavier.

A cold feeling mixed with anger rushed towards my face, and someone shouted loudly:
"A carload of distinguished guests has arrived."

As soon as he finished speaking, the carriage jolted heavily.

With a "tick" sound, a drop of smelly blood fell on Zhao Fusheng's head.

A cold feeling instantly covered her head, and the cold air traveled along her head, tying her neck!
The shadow of death came, and her eyes fell on all the dead people hanging by blood threads opposite, and her heart suddenly rose to her throat.

We can no longer stay on the ghost carriage!

The ghost arm was unable to be used, and the evil-level ghosts of the Yushi were completely suppressed under such circumstances.

But at the critical moment of life and death, Zhao Fusheng had no fear. She had another backup plan.

"Open hell!"

With a change of thought, her consciousness instantly sank into the sea of ​​consciousness, the list of gods was activated, hell opened silently, and the black shadow spread.

The List of Conferred Gods reminds you that opening hell in a special ghost realm requires maintaining merit points.

"Turn on!"

Zhao Fusheng's life was at stake at this time, so he couldn't care less.

Then the list of gods reminded: open hell.

Merit value -10!

Merit value -10!

Merit value -10!

……

A series of merit point consumption reminders kept ringing, but this was not the time for Zhao Fusheng to feel heartache.

As the black shadow covered her, the red threads restraining her body were instantly cut off.

The green candlelight was instantly extinguished by the power of hell, and the real scene inside the carriage came into her eyes!
She was in a dark, sealed environment. The big man in green robe sitting by the door disappeared mysteriously. The people in the two rows on the left and right who were talking to her were standing stiffly, their bodies seemed to be sucked to the wall of the carriage by a force. On the ground, it turned into a dried corpse, which had long lost its vitality.

The flesh and blood from everyone's bodies seemed to have been drained away, leaving only a layer of dry skin wrapping the bones.

The corpse raised its head, and the lip meat that had lost its moisture could not cover the exposed teeth, as if it was shouting silently.

Although this scene had a shock to Zhao Fusheng, she had already had a premonition, so she did not panic.

What made it difficult for her was that there were no doors in the car.

The surroundings were airtight, like a sealed space that was welded shut. If nothing unexpected happened, even if she peeked through the illusion created by the ghost carriage, she would not be able to leave here.

What the big man in green robe said earlier came to her mind:
"One person per person, no extra space -"

"When the time comes, people outside will not be able to come up, and people inside will not be able to get out."

Merit value -10!

Merit value -10!

……

In this moment, Zhao Fusheng's merit points were once again greatly consumed.

She felt that her consciousness of saving merit points was like a torrent opening. At this time, she didn't care about her merit points, but turned her mind to hell.

At this time, except for a paper substitute that was sealed by her, there were no other ghosts in the hell.

When Goutou Village deified this fierce ghost, the list of deified gods reminded her: the paper substitute has the same name, surname, flesh and blood as hers.

This is a paper substitute that perfectly replicates her, with a ghost inside. I wonder if it is suitable for use on the ghost carriage at this time.

If what the big man in green robe said was true, once she got on the ghost carriage, she would never be able to leave again, then there must be a place for her in the carriage.

At this time, the car is in the right place. If there are multiple people (or ghosts) out of thin air, and the number of places in the car exceeds the limit, it is equivalent to the car being overloaded, which violates the law of killing ghosts. There should be a time when the car door opens and a space is squeezed out.

——But all this is just her guess. If she guesses wrong, she will die immediately at the hands of the ghost.

But now that things have happened, Zhao Fusheng can no longer think too much about it.