The Mysterious Resurrection of the Past of the Republic of China

Chapter 100 The plan to hide in the painting

Zhang Dong expected Luo Wensong to be the president of the Supernatural Society, but he did not expect that Luo Wensong would kill the residents of Taiping Town in order to succeed in his plan to imprison Huang Quan. He would use various fatal abilities as soon as he appeared.

Fortunately, Zhang Dong stopped him, so he was taught a lesson and experienced the suppressive power of coffin nails.

Now that everyone has arrived, the ghost market will open soon.

Zhang Dong and his party returned to Taiping Inn and gathered with several senior elders to discuss countermeasures. Others crowded around the door of the inn, talking among themselves.

Zhang Dong's original plan was to let the residents of Taiping Town stay at home and only a few of him go to the ghost market to avoid accidents caused by the crowds.

Now that winding road suddenly appeared, blocking everyone's ghost domain and cutting off their retreat. It was suspected that it had the intention of replacing the entire Taiping Town.

After Zhang Bohua's exploration, there is a high probability that that road will actively spread towards Taiping Town within a few hours before it opens.

Until twelve o'clock in the evening, Taiping Town will be completely replaced and the ghost market will also open.

Therefore, where so many residents of Taiping Town go is a very important matter.

Most people are unwilling to evacuate Taiping Town. They have already linked their lives to the shops. Moreover, since there is no ghost zone, it is very difficult for so many people to evacuate at the same time.

Some people also advocate uniting major stores to form a team of ghost controllers to fight against the underworld together.

They believe that there is strength in numbers, and no matter how powerful Huang Quan is, it is impossible to fight against so many people at the same time, not to mention the presence of Zhang Dong and Luo Wensong.

This idea quickly spread to the crowd, causing a lot of noise near the inn.

"Zhang Dong, you have also seen that these young people have a tough attitude. If Huangquan wants to occupy their home, they will naturally not give it out willingly." Chen Zhijiang said with a solemn expression, "So you asked us to take everyone Our future is in the hands of a few of you outsiders, which makes it difficult for me to persuade them."

"Yes, we have seen that you are very powerful, so we didn't fall out, otherwise we wouldn't be able to sit here and discuss it peacefully at this moment." Mr. Liu agreed.

There were several old men from other shops present, and they all had the same idea. They really couldn't trust Zhang Dong to leave the fate of Taiping Town to Zhang Dong.

Before that, they only promised not to go to Guiji. Now that Guiji has come to find them, it would be too cowardly to be submissive.

"I know very well what you mean. No one wants the place where they have lived for most of their lives to be left to the care of outsiders, but this is a supernatural confrontation, and there is no advantage in having more people." Zhang Dong said seriously, "The kind of life in Huangquan A character that has been around for more than 100 years will inevitably cause huge casualties. So you might as well avoid its sharp edges and retain more vitality for Taiping Town. Even if Taiping Town is destroyed, it can be rebuilt."

"He's right. Aren't you afraid of being picked up by the same family?" Zhang Bohua squinted slightly and looked at the old people and said.

"This," Chen Zhijiang sighed, looked around at the others and said, "We are old and we will die soon, but these young people have not lived a good life for two years, so it would be a great loss if they die."

"So, Old Chen, you mean to let the young people live well? Are we old bones going to help?" Mr. Liu said.

Chen Zhijiang's eyes moved slightly but did not respond.

"I agree." Another old man said.

This person looked to be 80 years old or not in his [-]s. His hair was all white, and he looked unsteady even when he was sitting on the chair, giving him a shaky feeling.

But he was also a ruthless character named Liu Jishan. He opened a medical clinic in Taiping Town and cured many people of supernatural corruption. He could even cure some evil spirits after they were resurrected.

Many foreign ghost masters in Taiping Town came to find him.

Liu Jishan said calmly: "I have learned about that guy from Huangquan before. It is definitely not something that ordinary ghost masters can touch. Only old guys like us can fight with him. If you let those young people go up, they will die."

It was obvious that he had more authority to speak, and the others fell silent as soon as he spoke.

"So it takes so many people to kill one Huangquan?" Zhou Sheng'an frowned, looked at everyone and said, "That guy is indeed very strong, but he is only a little stronger than me."

"I'm only a little better than you, so why are you still sleeping in a coffin?" Luo Wensong's eyes narrowed and he said in a cold tone.

He had already learned about Zhou Sheng'an's story through Zhang Dong.

"At that time, he was on the verge of the resurgence of the evil ghost. It might be a life-and-death situation. I didn't want to fight him to the end, so I chose to tolerate it." Zhou Sheng'an snorted coldly.

"Then how can you guarantee that he won't die now?" Luo Wensong narrowed his eyes and stared at him with an expression of contempt.

"I want to get my body back this time, and I will definitely fight him to the end. I've already had enough sleep in the coffin!" Zhou Sheng'an said not to be outdone.

Behind him, an upright black coffin appeared at some point, exuding a cold aura.

Obviously Luo Wensong's tone made him feel uncomfortable, and he felt like he wanted to take action.

Luo Wensong didn't tolerate him either. With a slight movement of his palm on the table, all the doors of the Taiping Inn opened in an instant.

"Want to try?" His tone was extremely cold, "If I can't beat Zhang Dong, I can't beat you?"

"enough!"

Upon seeing this, Zhang Dong shouted angrily and slammed the table. The loud noise made Li Qingzhi, who was guarding the door, turn his head and look over.

"There are less than two hours left before six o'clock in the evening. Do you still have the intention to weigh each other here? If you can, go and kill Huang Quan. I, Zhang Dong, will play with you afterwards!"

After saying that, he inserted the rusty coffin nails on the table and glanced at everyone with cold eyes.

"If anyone is still restless, I won't mind driving this nail into his forehead!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone calmed down a lot.

The opened door was immediately closed gently, and the vertical pipe disappeared.

"We don't have much time. Now, I'll tentatively decide that you old bones will represent Taiping Town and go with me to imprison Huang Quan. The rest of the people will retreat to preserve the strength of Taiping Town." Zhang Dong said, taking out a blank picture scroll from his arms and taking a picture. On the table, "Everyone else will stay in this painting. As for whether they are willing or not, that is a matter for you old bones. If you can't persuade them, then I will persuade you!"

"Ghost painting?"

Zhang Bohua's expression moved slightly, he stared at the seemingly ordinary but actually extremely dangerous picture and murmured in a low voice.

"What is this paper?" Boss Liu asked.

"The space inside a fierce painting is incredibly large, enough for everyone in Taiping Town to stay in. If it weren't for too little time and too much energy to study its abilities, the entire Taiping Town could even be moved in." Zhang Dong explained.

"Incredible, I smell more than one ability from this painting." Chen Zhijiang said, and immediately stood up and said to the others, "Okay, since Zhang Dong has given the solution, let's implement it as soon as possible. Now go and persuade those young people outside to enter the painting, so that we old bones can enter the ghost market with peace of mind."

"Let this be our last contribution to Taiping Town! How we go in the future depends on the choices of those young people." Mr. Liu also stood up and walked out of the house.

"Do you really want to imprison them in the painting?" Zhang Bohua came to Zhang Dong and whispered, "There are a lot of ghosts imprisoned in this painting."

"As long as they are not allowed to go to the ninth floor, now that the ghost painting has no owner, it is no longer possible to deliberately screen out ghosts and living people. They should be fine if they stay inside." Zhang Dong frowned.

"Don't forget, the passages between each layer of paintings are open. It is inevitable that someone will find these passages to get in, or a ghost will come out of them." Zhang Bohua said.

"There are so many of them, so they can't even deal with a few ghosts! If this is the case, the death of Taiping Town is inevitable. I can't take care of them like children!" Zhang Dong said sternly. "That's right." Zhang Bohua said with a faint smile.

At this time, Li Qingzhi walked in holding a hatchet.

"Brother, this kid insists on seeing you."

A little boy of about ten years old appeared behind him, holding an old pipe in his hand, and walked up to Zhang Dong with a calm expression.

One of the little boy's eyes was blind, covered by a strip of black cloth, and there was a few traces of solidified blood standing in the corner of the eye, which looked particularly strange.

"He Liansheng? What are you doing here?" Zhang Dong asked with a frown.

"I want to imprison Huang Quan with you." He Liansheng said firmly, "That was a plan that my grandfather carefully planned his whole life. Now that he is dead, I want to complete it for him."

"You are too young, your own spiritual power is very weak, and you have few soul-calling items in your hand. If you go there, you will die." Zhang Dong immediately rejected him.

"I have my grandfather's pipe." He Liansheng raised the pipe, "I will recruit him to protect me."

"Use one less thing from your grandfather's lifetime. It's better to save some of it."

"But he said he would let me find you and summon his soul before the plan started. He said he had something to tell you." He Liansheng said.

Zhang Dong's eyes moved slightly: "Have you summoned his soul before?"

He Liansheng nodded: "I guard such a big ancestral hall alone, and there are always people bullying me. I missed him so much, so I used the items he left to recruit him to come out and talk to me. He asked me to save my time. Focus on using those old pieces, and let me look for more items from the life of powerful people."

"Until the last time, he told me that Guiji was coming soon and asked me to give you this pipe and wait for the right time to recruit him."

Zhang Dong took the pipe and gently stroked the mottled gaps on it, recalling the vicissitudes of the owner of this item in his mind.

"In that case, let's get started."

He Liansheng nodded and immediately used his soul-calling ability without hesitation.

This old object was instantly shrouded in something supernatural, and a thin layer of phantom emerged.

The phantom was somewhat unreal, its appearance constantly changing, and it soon took on the appearance of a rickety old man.

Until his face became clear, He Qingxiang appeared.

He walked around the room with staggering steps, smiled when he saw He Liansheng, then looked at the noisy crowd outside the door, then looked at Zhang Dong again and said:
"As expected, they left the fate of Taiping Town to you."

Zhang Dong looked indifferent and said: "No, they don't know that this plan requires sacrificing the entire Taiping Town. I just found a substitute."

He pulled out the coffin nails and showed them to He Qingxiang.

"It's enough to leave good things to Huang Quan." He Qingxiang praised, "I have something more important to tell you when I show up this time. It's not that easy to imprison Huang Quan. You have to dismember his supernatural body and leave part of it on Yin Yang Road. , used to block the evil ghosts invading from supernatural places, and the other part is imprisoned in a supernaturally constructed space. This space must be formed by his own supernatural power and cannot be the means of others, otherwise the two parts of his body will be lost. contact, then the plan fails.”

"The suppression of Coffin Nail is absolute. How is it possible to suppress him while also allowing him to use supernatural powers?" Zhang Dong looked surprised.

"That requires that eye of his."

"Ghost Eyes?" Zhang Dong suddenly asked, "You mean the coffin nails suppressed his body, but did not completely suppress the Ghost Eyes, so he can use the Ghost Eyes to create a supernatural space?"

"That's pretty much what it means." He Qingxiang said slowly, "The part of the body that is locked up in reality cannot control other supernatural beings. It can only leave one eye. This eye will form a supernatural space together with the body."

"And it's not difficult to dismember Huang Quan's supernatural being, that guy's hatchet will do."

After saying that, he turned to look at the hatchet in Li Qingzhi's hand.

"It seems like Huang Quan is indeed the Lord of Ghost Eyes in the original work."

Zhang Dong's eyes were solemn and he was thinking secretly.

All the information is correct.

At that time, after Yang Jian took away the ghost eye from Hongfa Temple, the only supernatural being that maintained the dark space was the body, and the supernatural was already on the verge of collapse.

Then Yang Jian took away the coffin nails, causing the dark space to completely disappear.

It was from then on that the era of Li Gui's resurrection began.

Because the other part of Huangquan's body that was imprisoned in Yin-Yang Road will inevitably leave after losing external suppression, the evil ghost can invade reality unscrupulously.

"So, the moment Yang Jian became a ghost controller, the countdown to the supernatural invasion of the entire world had already begun."

"This is a bet for the whole world. If he fails to become a god, reality will become a hell on earth."

Take back your thoughts.

Zhang Dong no longer thinks about the long-term future. The top priority now is to imprison Huang Quan, dismember his supernatural body, and then send part of it to Yin Yang Road and leave part under Hongfa Temple.

"Okay, I don't have much time, I hope you can go well." He Qingxiang smiled, then glanced at He Liansheng, "If this little guy needs help in the future, I hope you can show your support."

He cupped his hands and bowed slightly, then turned into a wisp of smoke and disappeared as he looked at He Liansheng.

Zhang Dong stared at the place where He Qingxiang disappeared and fell into deep thought.

Through the conversation just now, he has confirmed that the identity of the Lord of Ghost Eyes is Huang Quan.

This brings bad news, because Zhang Dong originally planned to fully control the ghost eye afterwards.

But now it seems that that eye will probably stay on Huang Quan's body waiting for Yang Jian to control it in the future.

At the same time, Zhang Dong lowered his head and stared at the coffin nails and began to think.

The coffin nail in the original work was nailed to the Lord of Ghost Eyes, and was later taken away by Yang Jian and left on the starving ghost.

In the end, after the starving ghost was stolen by Wang Chaling, the former actually ate the nail.

Now it seems that the reason why the coffin nails were eaten was not the corrosive effect of the hungry ghosts, but that Taiping Town happened to be submerged by the ghost lake at that time. The power to maintain the coffin nails on the other side was much weakened, so it was reduced to the starving ghosts. In the belly of the dead ghost.

Everything has traces to follow
Thinking of this, Zhang Dong's eyes narrowed slightly.

No matter how he affects the direction of the plot, it seems that he cannot avoid the same ending as the original work.

This also made him think about whether he would be like Zhang Dong in the original work in the future, sitting in an ancient house waiting for his burial?
"Maybe after this ghost gathering is over, it's time to find the person who can know the future."

(End of this chapter)