The Mysterious Resurrection of the Past of the Republic of China

Chapter 103 Bank appears
After going deep into the ghost collection, Zhang Dong found that everyone had fallen into a state of crazy trading, exchanging their various supernatural items and puzzle pieces for completely useless things.

Fortunately, Zhang Bohua's body is an idealistic existence, so he is not affected by this ability, but his puppet old man is not immune and is currently buying and selling with the things he saved.

Even Li Qingzhi couldn't avoid it and insisted on selling the hatchet.

"We have to stop them quickly. This ghost market is most likely caused by Huang Quan. If I wipe out the market, I should be able to force Huang Quan out, and then kill him to remove the curse." Zhang Dong's expression condensed. , strode towards the stall.

"Yes, I saw that all these stalls are connected to an unknown thing, and all transactions flow to that thing." Zhang Bohua followed Zhang Dong and said, "I speculate that this market is a screening mechanism, using Come and select the suitable puzzle pieces and leave them to Huang Quan to control."

"He Qingxiang said before that Huang Quan is not an outlier and has mastered a lot of puzzle pieces, so there is a high probability that Gui Ji is here to help him find the puzzle pieces."

Zhang Dong said as he walked up to Li Qingzhi first, raised his hand and used the erasure ability without hesitation.

Large areas of vendors and bosses disappeared as if erased, and after each stall disappeared, there were always a few ghosts left on the ground that could not be erased.

Zhang Dong had no time to take care of these evil spirits and walked quickly along the market. All the stalls wherever he went were wiped out, and the residents of Taiping Town who were trying to trade were stunned.

"Hurry up, I saw someone has sold his life to the market." Zhang Bohua's figure suddenly appeared next to him, and disappeared again after finishing speaking.

He is an idealistic existence and can only be attached to Zhang Dong, so he cannot explore other places alone.

Before, he could control the puppet old man to walk around, and then he was attached to the old man.

The only target that can be attached to now is Zhang Dong.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Dong immediately speeded up, quickly erasing everything in the market with his hands.

Paper boss, clay pots, various tools, calligraphy and paintings, antiques, and weird shrouds
All disappeared.

And he also clearly felt that the law pool in his body was increasing crazily.

He had previously added new laws to the tunic: every time he interfered with a law, the law pool would increase by one.

Now there are countless patterns on the ghost collection, all of which have become nutrients for him to strengthen himself.

The rule pool has almost reached 100 from the original more than [-].

This made him a little excited.

The huge ghost market disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye, and holes appeared everywhere Zhang Dong went, spreading outward like a plague, eating away other stalls.

"Why don't you come out yet?"

Zhang Dong frowned and looked around vigilantly while erasing.

The ghost collection disappeared completely immediately, but the underworld has not yet appeared, which is really abnormal.

at this time.

In the field of vision, a gloomy house suddenly appeared at one end of the ghost gathering.

Zhang Dong stopped and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"coming."

The house looks similar to the shop of a wealthy family in ancient times, but now it has no lights, looming in the dim night, and a thin mist shrouds it, making it look particularly weird.

More importantly, a three-meter-tall black shadow appeared at the front door of the house. The shadow's forehead was glowing red and it was staring at Zhang Dong.

"Yellow Spring."

Zhang Dong recognized this person as Huang Quan at a glance. Although he had never seen him before, the three-meter-tall black body and ghost eyes were the best proof.

However, the black shadow just flickered and disappeared, leaving only the eerie house.

Zhang Dong did not hesitate and strode towards the house.

Soon, he reached the end of the ghost market, and as he walked further he entered the house, about ten meters away.

At this moment, I can already clearly see the two characters "Qianzhuang" written on the signboard of the house.

Zhang Dong's expression moved slightly, and he looked at the bank carefully, and found a bunch of colorful ghost money scattered on the ground at the main entrance.

"No wonder I didn't find the bank in Taiping Town. It turns out that it is here. It seems that it is probably related to Huangquan."

In the midst of his thoughts, Zhang Bohua resurfaced. He stared at the pile of ghost money, his brows furrowed deeply, and then his brows relaxed, as if he had discovered something.

"I think I know why Huang Quan can control more than 100 puzzles without being supernaturally imbalanced."

"Why?" Zhang Dong looked slightly moved.

"Because Huang Quan didn't control these puzzle pieces at all. After he got the puzzle pieces, he sealed them in the ghost collection, and then established contact with the ghost collection through the bank. Every time he wanted to use a certain puzzle piece, he used ghost money to buy it."

Young Zhang Bohua subconsciously wanted to stroke his beard, but he didn't do it at all.

"So his most core thing is actually a bank?" Zhang Dong suddenly asked, "What is this ghost money made of? He can actually produce it without limit."

"If you want to find out these things, I'm afraid you have to go into the bank and have a look." Zhang Bohua said.

Zhang Dong nodded, without hesitation, and immediately stepped into the bank.

Incredibly.

As soon as he made a sale, the entire bank moved back a little, as if deliberately avoiding him.

"Is it the same as that path? Is it inaccessible?" Zhang Dong frowned and felt a little headache.

"If I take off my tunic suit, I should not be affected by this ability, but correspondingly, I may also be the first to be excluded from the ghost gathering."

The ability of regular ghosts to not be affected by anything is sometimes quite useless. They might not even be able to enter the ghost realm, which would only cause trouble.

That's why he needs the Chinese tunic suit to help him solve this problem, but the Chinese tunic suit is equivalent to his second body and will naturally be subject to various supernatural erosions.

Although it doesn't really threaten Zhang Dong's life, it really hurts when he is attacked by a supernatural being.

Just when he was at a loss.

Zhang Bohua handed over a strange picture sealed in a frame.

"Ghost painting?"

"Yes, do you still remember what the ghost painting's first scroll is?" Zhang Bohua opened the delicate frame and took out the ghost painting.

"The ability to distort space." Zhang Dong immediately recalled that they had been sent hundreds of kilometers away by this ability.

"It might be useful to control it." Zhang Bohua handed it to him.

After taking over.

Zhang Dong's eyes moved slightly and he stroked the scroll carefully. Without hesitation, he immediately stole its patterns.

next moment.

He felt that his vision was changing, sometimes zooming in and sometimes shrinking, as if a camera could zoom.

Zhang Dong stared at the bank that was out of reach and walked up again.

Not surprisingly.

Qianzhuang backed away from him again.

But this time, he used the ability to distort space to forcibly shorten the distance between the two.

This shortening is just a pulling in of the field of vision. In Zhang Bohua's eyes, the distance between the two is actually still getting larger.

However, in Zhang Dong's eyes, the distance between the two was shortening. Although Qianzhuang was still trying to stay away, he could not compete with the first layer of the ghost painting. The distance was forcibly shortened by Zhang Dong.A strange phenomenon occurred. Although Zhang Dong was not actually close to the bank, he suddenly disappeared and appeared at the door of the bank the next second.

The reason is that he defeated the banker in sight, so in reality he passed away.

"It's amazing."

Zhang Bohua had an incredible face, and then followed up with his idealistic ability.

Standing at the entrance of the bank, Zhang Dong looked at the gloomy building warily.

This house is somewhat retro, with a wooden structure as a whole. The main entrance is two heavy wooden doors, and there are wooden windows with window paper on both sides.

The front door is closed, and the ghost money scattered on the ground has disappeared.

There were a few faint sounds of abacus tapping and the rustle of someone turning over ledgers.

"Will Huang Quan be inside?"

With doubts, Zhang Dong opened the bank door.

"crunch~"

The old door made a long, harsh sound, which made people's hearts skip a beat in the silent night.

The room was dark, with no lights on. The only thing that could be distinguished was a counter at the front door, and then on the right were tables used for accounting.

In the faint light outside the house, Zhang Dong saw withered and yellow corpses sitting behind these accounting counters.

The corpse had long braids and a dome hat. It held a brush in one hand and an abacus in the other.

There was a thick stack of bills on the table in front of them.

At this moment, these accountants did not continue to calculate the accounts, but all raised their heads and stared at Zhang Dong with their terrifying eyes.

If an ordinary person were stared at in this environment, he would definitely have a heart attack.

Zhang Dong's face became angry, he raised his palm and wiped out the nearest accountant.

"There's no point in killing it. It's a ghost slave, settling accounts for Huang Quan. We have to find Huang Quan." Zhang Bohua suddenly appeared, picked up a ledger and looked at it carefully.

"I plan to solve this bank." Zhang Dong looked around, with the intention of taking action.

"If you eliminate the bank, those people outside the house will be hopeless." Zhang Bohua handed the bill to Zhang Dong, "Everyone is now in debt and has been tied to the bank."

Zhang Dong's expression changed, he took the bill and looked at it, and instantly understood the reason for all this.

"It turns out that Li Qingzhi and the others have been bought by ghost money, so they are now in a puppet state."

The account book records the names of everyone in Taiping Town, including people who are not from Taiping Town, such as Luo Wensong, Li Qingzhi, Zhang Bohua, etc.

There is a red word 'owed' written behind each of their names, which means that they are now slaves of the bank and need to earn money and pay it back to the bank in order to end this state.

The best way to make money is to trade various supernatural items on the ghost market, but the ghost market is a scam, and all the wealth will eventually flow back to the market.

In this way, everyone will reach the point where they are penniless, and then they will choose to sell themselves and their supernatural puzzle pieces.

However, the place where Zhang Dong's name was supposed to be written on the bill was blurry, and only distorted black fonts could be distinguished, making it impossible to distinguish the content.

This made Zhang Dong's expression change, and he thought of something.

“Just change their status to no debt, and they should be able to get back from that status.”

Zhang Bohua nodded: "But this thing is caused by supernatural power, and the source is Huang Quan. I'm afraid you can't do it, right?"

"Indeed, even if I can steal, I still need the source. The people who settle accounts here are all ghost slaves and cannot be targeted for stealing." Zhang Dong spread the account book flat on the table and said, "I tried it. Neither the account book nor the corpse of the person settling the accounts can be targeted for theft."

As he spoke, he took out the long-silent piece of human skin paper from his arms.

There is no word on the human skin paper, and as soon as it is taken out, it exudes a cold feeling, as if it was taken out of the refrigerator, which makes people shudder.

"This human skin paper has text-related functions and may be able to rewrite the contents of the ledger."

After seeing the human skin paper, Zhang Bohua frowned, and immediately held it up in front of his eyes as if he had seen some treasure and looked at it: "This thing is very weird, has extremely high growth potential, and seems to have a certain amount of wisdom. But I don’t know why it refused to appear and has been hiding in its own world.”

With just a few glances, Zhang Bohua analyzed the current characteristics of human skin paper.

"Yes, I destroyed its world last time. Since then, it has lost its movement and has refused to appear again." Zhang Dong said, "If it refuses to appear, I cannot steal the ability to rewrite words. "

"Then what are you going to use it for now?" Zhang Bohua asked in surprise.

"I want it to be in debt, so that under the influence of the bank, it becomes a puppet and will appear uncontrollably. At that time, I can steal its abilities and rewrite the information on the ledger. "

Zhang Dong gave a bold idea.

"You can't force him to appear, so why let him be forced to appear by the bank?" Zhang Bohua suddenly said, "What a good strategy. After it shows up on its own initiative, you can steal the ability to rewrite words from Ying."

"good."

"Then what are you waiting for? Let's start now. I really want to see what kind of effect this human skin paper can have." Zhang Bohua was actually a little excited.

Zhang Dong spread the human skin paper on the table, then took a step back and waited patiently.

Since ghost money is originally for ghosts, it can naturally be used on human skin.

Then as long as the human skin leaves the vicinity of Zhang Dong's body and out of the supernatural influence of the regular ghost, it will naturally be recognized by the bank and written on the account book, becoming a debtor.

as predicted.

Just a few seconds later.

Three black words suddenly appeared in a blank space on the ledger: Story Ghost.

Subsequently.

A certain kind of induction was established, and lines of twisted black writing appeared on the deathly silent human skin paper, as if written by a ghost.

It sensed that it was in debt, so some kind of mutation occurred.

"I bought and sold me. No, go away to hell."

"I buy. Ghost money. Ghost money."

"what"

Fragmented words emerged, and were quickly replaced by new words.

Obviously it is fighting against the supernatural power of the bank, and it can be seen that one party is gradually falling into decline.

"It does work."

Zhang Dong's expression moved slightly, he picked up the human skin paper and looked at it carefully. After all the words disappeared again, he knew that this invisible confrontation was over.

soon.

Writing appeared on the silent human skin again, but this time there was only one sentence: I died for my wealth.

This sentence was quickly and chaotically distributed on the human paper, filling it up completely.

On the ledger, the status of the story ghost has also become a liability.

Obviously the bank won this battle, and the human skin became its puppet, falling into a desperate trading state and working crazily for the bank.

(End of this chapter)