The Mysterious Resurrection of the Past of the Republic of China

Chapter 102 Crazy Business

Most of the residents of Taiping Town entered the ghost painting. Only a small number of the older generation stayed in the inn with Li Qingzhi and others. Later, with the help of the hatchet, they were separated from reality.

If they dare to fight against the supernatural beings on that path, in the blink of an eye they will be affected by some incomprehensible force and transform from normal ghost masters into powerful ghosts and become delirious.

At that time, no matter how powerful their own supernatural power is, they cannot avoid the end of becoming Huang Quan's puppet.

This is a reality-distorting, conceptual power.
Everyone was hiding now, leaving only Zhang Dong standing on the road in front of Taiping Inn.

Just now.

The road under his feet was replaced by the muddy path, and everything around him changed, becoming depressed, dilapidated, desolate, and full of the smell of death.

Even his tunic suit has lost its color.

But fortunately, Zhang Dong himself was not affected by this force. There was no abnormality in his body, no change in his thinking, and no gaps in his consciousness, which was very clear.

Apparently the Law Ghost's ability to be immune to external influences was still in effect, helping him block the power of the path.

This gave him confidence.

"I need to remove the influence of this road within an hour. Otherwise, once the time is up, Li Qingzhi and others will be immediately incited to rebel and become my enemies once their time is calibrated with reality."

Zhang Dong's brain was running rapidly, and his cold eyes were looking around vigilantly.

"So the top priority is to erase this path and block the ability to confuse right and wrong."

Without any hesitation, he immediately raised his hand and used his interference ability on the road under his feet.

But the strange thing is that after the muddy path was erased, only the inner layer disappeared, while the outer part was not affected and became transparent.

"The erasure failed?" Zhang Dong frowned, a little incredulous, "No, the erasure ability did not fail, but it did not directly act on the path, but instead acted on the original road in Taiping Town. This muddy path It’s covering the roads in Taiping Town and I can’t touch it.”

"It feels a bit like a blindfold."

He had a bold idea.

at the same time.

It seemed that the time had reached six o'clock in the evening, or that something had happened to the path. Zhang Dong saw something abnormal suddenly appear at the end of the winding path.

It started out as a small patch of red, then quickly enlarged, and it was quickly clear that it was a group of actors wearing red costumes.

They were three meters tall. They seemed to be walking on stilts under their clothes. They walked unsteadily and looked very unsteady.

The loose costumes were of different colors, and each of their thin bodies was wrapped in it. Only a head with a ferocious face was exposed, and two lifeless eyes looked down, which looked very strange.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Dong immediately went up to him and moved aside to observe carefully.

These actors didn't notice him, or he didn't trigger the killing pattern, so they walked past him.

Zhang Dong frowned, trying hard to find something from these actors.

But it's a pity that he is not Zhang Bohua and cannot see through the supernatural behind it.

This team of actors totaled more than 30 people. The mighty team walked for a minute before getting around Zhangdong. Behind them were many paper cars. The people carrying the cars were four sallow-faced paper figures, followed by others all around. Several smaller paper figures seemed to be servants.

A burst of music from an unknown instrument sounded in the procession, which sounded particularly permeating, similar to the kind played during a funeral.

Zhang Dong's expression changed, he suddenly realized something, and immediately ran towards the back of the team.

Sure enough, he saw a dozen clay figures behind the procession of paper sedans. They were as lifelike as the terracotta warriors and horses, but there was no trace of spirit on their faces, instead they were lifeless. At first glance, they looked similar to corpses that had been dead for many days.

"So this team that welcomes Huang Quan is actually a supernatural force from Taiping Town."

Zhang Dong thought secretly, and then looked back, and sure enough he discovered the supernatural things related to the shroud shop, blacksmith shop, ancestral hall, etc.

"This Huangquan's pomp was quite grand. When he showed up, the entire Taiping Town came to greet him."

"If that's the case, I should go in the direction of the team and I should be able to meet Huang Quan."

After determining the idea.

Zhang Dong did not hesitate, and immediately turned back and ran to the thirty or so actors.

However, his steps quickly stopped, and then he walked around to the sedan chair, opened the curtain and sat on it.

Since there is a sedan chair, it would be useless if you don’t sit on it.

His move did not cause a change in the welcoming team. The team still moved forward unhurriedly, and the gongs and drums-like music continued to be played in an orderly manner.

More than ten minutes later, the team reached the end of Taiping Town, less than 100 meters away from Taiping Town, but the actor leading the way still kept walking.

Just when Zhang Dong was wondering why he didn't stop, the first actor in front of the team suddenly turned left and walked towards the location of the disappeared Taiping Inn.

But it stopped after taking two steps.

Then the entire welcoming team stopped.

The sedan landed, the paper man knelt down, and the weird music played by the clay man covering his face stopped abruptly.

"Did we stop because we couldn't find the Taiping Inn?"

Zhang Dong opened the curtain of the paper sedan and squinted his eyes to look at it.

The leading actor seemed to be asleep. His tall body stood motionless and his head was slightly lowered.

The whole team looked like this dead silence, constantly exuding an ominous aura, like a team heading to the underworld, and all the people in the team were ghosts.

Get out of the car.

Zhang Dong squinted his eyes and glanced around, looking for Huang Quan.

But there was no one alive around.

It was terribly deserted.

suddenly.

The actor leading the way in front of the team reacted and suddenly raised his head. His terrifying eyes immediately stared at Zhang Dong, and a scarlet ghost eye suddenly opened on his forehead, turning restlessly.

"Ghost eyes?"

Zhang Dong's heart trembled, and he looked carefully at the scarlet eye.

"Why did the ghost eyes come to the actor?"

But before he could think about it.

The actor immediately used the supernatural power of the ghost eye, and a melancholy red light spread around. In the blink of an eye, the ghost realm enveloped the entire welcoming team and the area of ​​the Taiping Inn.

next moment.

Zhang Dong was shocked to find that everything within the red light was reversing, as if time was going backwards.

in the field of vision.

The actor on stilts stepped back backwards, and the fallen sedan was lifted up again and moved backwards in an inconsistent manner. The muddy water that the clay figure fell to the ground also flew back to its body.

Everything is restarting.

"Eighth Level Ghost Realm."

Zhang Dong immediately understood the actor's purpose.

It is using the scope of the ghost eye to restart and correct the time of the Taiping Inn, thereby finding the people hidden in the past.

This time it happened!

Zhang Dong looked angry and raised his hand to stop it, but the existence of the tunic made him unable to avoid the impact of the restart, and he could only watch time go back.

However, the Law Ghost protected his body, so his memory did not disappear and he still remembered what happened.Just a few seconds.

The eight-level restart of Ghost Eye is completed.

The Taiping Inn, which had disappeared for a while, was now located in the open space again, and the locked door opened with a creak.
Zhang Dong's face changed drastically, and his heart immediately jumped.

At this time, Li Qingzhi walked out of the inn.

His burly figure was somewhat obscured in the dim night, and the ghostly shadow made it impossible to see his face clearly.

But he walked stiffly towards the meeting team step by step, and the hatchet in his hand was always dropped.

When Zhang Dong saw this scene, he realized that they had been affected by the abilities on the muddy path.
At this moment, all of them were taken under Huang Quan's command and became puppets.

It’s not just Li Qingzhi.

Luo Wensong, Zhang Bohua, Zhou Sheng'an, Chen Zhijiang and others soon walked out of the inn.

They all had pale faces, dull eyes, and looked lifeless, but without exception, they all walked towards the welcoming team, each found a suitable position and stood in.

"broken!"

Zhang Dong narrowed his eyes, showing a bit of anxiety.

Now Huang Quan has not yet seen them, and everyone has been instigated to rebel. Although they have not taken action against themselves yet, it will be a matter of time.

Although he is not afraid of them swarming him, there will definitely be casualties in any fight.

Zhang Dong was anxiously thinking about countermeasures, and even wanted to steal the actor's ghost eyes and restart the eighth-level ghost realm to reverse everything.

But before he could take action, the actor picked up everyone in the Taiping Inn and was ready to get back on the road.

And the ghost painting that hides most of the residents of Taiping Town was also sealed in an exquisite frame.

The weird music started playing again.

The team continued to move forward.

"Follow me first and then talk."

Zhang Dong saw the opportunity and immediately got into the paper sedan.

He exposed his head and looked at the situation ahead, and found that the muddy path that had stopped spreading was actually continuing to spread forward, and the scene of Taiping Town behind him began to blur, as if it was about to disappear from the world.

Apparently the entire welcoming team from Taiping Town was about to enter some supernatural place.

When the interface between reality and illusion is broken, this obstruction of sight naturally occurs.

Unsurprisingly.

It only took the team about 1 minute to successfully pass through this vague boundary and enter an unknown supernatural place.

Taiping Town also completely disappeared from sight.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Dong jumped down from the sedan chair and followed the team, looking around.

This supernatural place looks like a market, with the same muddy path at its feet and vendors' stalls on both sides.

The bosses of each vendor are made of paper figures. They come in different shapes and have extremely cold expressions. They look at the advancing team like the living dead.

"Is this the real ghost gathering?"

Zhang Dong frowned and looked up at the sky.

The sky was dark, not a single star could be seen, like an endless night.Looking forward, you can quickly see the end of the ghost gathering, which is about a few hundred meters away. There is a blurry scene at the end, which is obviously out of the scope of the supernatural land.

Not only the area directly in front of the ghost market, but less than a hundred meters behind the vendors' stalls was also blurry. From a distance, it looked like layers of thin gray fog.

Zhang Dong broke away from the team and stopped in front of a stall selling wooden items.

Pick up a wooden comb.

He felt a cold, strange aura.

Obviously the wooden comb is a ghost and was made into a supernatural item. Although I don’t know its specific capabilities, its appearance in the ghost collection shows that it is valuable and should be of great use.

"Boss, buy a comb. It only costs seven yuan."

The owner of the vendor was a paper man who looked like a middle-aged man. His lips were sealed, but his voice came out of his throat, which was particularly strange.

"Not buying."

Zhang Dong rejected it directly, threw the comb on the stall and walked forward.

The welcoming procession was huge and kept moving forward, until the actor at the front of the procession stopped when he reached the end of the ghost market.

Zhang Dong's expression changed, and he looked back, and soon realized that the length of this queue was exactly the same as the length of the ghost market.

After the team stopped, all the familiar residents of Taiping Town walked out of the team and began to bargain and buy and sell items in a stiff tone at the vendors.

This includes Li Qingzhi, Luo Wensong, and even Zhang Bohua.

Zhang Dong frowned and ran over immediately.

Because he saw that Li Qingzhi actually wanted to sell the rusty hatchet.

"Use my sickle in exchange for your hatchet and give me three yuan." A bald paper man said to Li Qingzhi in a sharp voice.

The latter seemed to have drunk sweat medicine, and subconsciously handed the hatchet out, but was snatched away by a sideways hand.

This hand belonged to Zhang Dong. He grabbed the hatchet and then pulled Li Qingzhi aside.

"Sir, if you can't trade hatchets, you have to trade human lives."

The boss said gloomily.

"roll!"

Zhang Dong's face became angry, he turned around and wiped out the paper boss, along with many items on his stall. Only a few items made of real ghosts remained.

He took Li Qingzhi to a deserted place and tried to wake him up.

But Li Qingzhi seemed to have lost his soul, looking around with dull eyes, like a destitute beggar.

Zhang Dong could feel a force driving him to trade with others. He kept walking forward, but was stopped by Zhang Dong.

"Let him go, he will die if he doesn't trade for one minute."

A familiar voice suddenly sounded, Zhang Dong's expression changed, and he turned around to see a young man.

This person is Zhang Bohua.

"Zhang Bohua? Are you not affected?"

"Actually, I was affected." He turned slightly and looked at an old man. It was the puppet he usually used, but now it was out of his control and he was trading crazy, using all the money he had worked hard to save before. The supernatural items that came down.

What I got back was all junk.

"My body exists ideally. As long as others are not affected, I will not be affected. You are fine now, so I am fine too."

Zhang Dong nodded thoughtfully: "The situation is urgent now, and we have to find a solution quickly. I'm worried that after the people in Taiping Town fall into crazy transactions, they may also sell the puzzle pieces that maintain their own supernatural powers, or even Sell ​​your life to ghosts."

"They seem to be under a curse, a bit like a conscious attack, or it is affected through another way. I can't tell yet, but this curse requires them to be in a trading state at all times, otherwise If you don't trade for one minute, you will die." Young Zhang Bohua said solemnly.

conversation room.

Li Qingzhi wandered back to other stalls expressionlessly and handed over the hatchet.
(End of this chapter)