The Mysterious Resurrection of the Past of the Republic of China

Chapter 108
Chen Zhijiang's actions triggered some kind of supernatural phenomenon. He was attacked and fell down without moving. The others hurriedly fell into the trap of the winding path and were trapped in place, unable to move.

Mr. Liu disappeared because of this.

Not only that.

The clothes that looked like a shroud also attacked Li Qingzhi, suppressing him so hard that the reboot ghost in his body fell into silence.

It's enough to show how scary this outfit is.

The situation became more and more anxious.

Although Zhang Dong could solve the problem of the old corpse in front of him in a short period of time, the sudden appearance of the paper man made him smell danger.

What's more, the paper man directly gave the suppressed Li Qingzhi a piece of ghost money to wake him up from this state.

"Has Li Qingzhi been bribed?"

Zhang Dong frowned and stared intently at Li Qingzhi who stood up slowly.

His burly body was slightly bent, his head always looking at the ground, and he walked step by step towards the hatchet not far away. Every step he took, the thick ink ghost on his body would leave a black footprint of a person, which was particularly weird.

"Li Qingzhi!"

Zhang Dong shouted, but the latter seemed not to hear him. He picked up the hatchet and stayed where he was. The ghost shadow spread on the ground like a pool of black liquid, trying to capture everyone's footprints.

Got it!

"This guy was definitely bought off."

really.

The ghostly shadow seemed to detect someone's footprints, and brought the person's past into Li Qingzhi's field of vision. He raised the hatchet and chopped it down without hesitation.

at this time.

A rusty coffin nail flew straight towards him, pierced his dirty clothes and inserted into his chest, nailing him to the wooden wall behind him.

The hatchet failed to chop it down.

"Zhang Dong, what happened next?"

Luo Wensong tilted his head slightly, trying hard to see what happened behind him, but he didn't dare to go too far, because once he reached a certain critical point, what he saw would no longer be the room in his peripheral vision, but a winding road. A winding path.

"Li Qingzhi was bribed by Huang Quan. He wanted to attack one of you just now, but now he is nailed to the wall by me. He is fine for the time being, but it cannot be for too long, otherwise he will be in danger." Zhang Dong said solemnly, his eyes renewed Back to the old corpse that raised its arms again.

The ability to erase appears.

The old corpse lowered its arms again.

"Zhang Bohua, how is the situation? Have you found a solution?"

At this moment, Zhang Bohua had large beads of sweat on his forehead, his eyes were wandering, his pupils sometimes dilated and sometimes shrank, and his face was pale, like a corpse that had been dead for many days.

He is not an alien, and the evil ghost is not dead. He has used too many ghost brains, and the balance of his body is quickly being broken.

"This road is different from ordinary supernatural powers. It is constantly changing. As a result, I have seen many ways to leave this road, but I don't know which one is correct."

Zhang Bohua felt deeply powerless.

"We don't have the opportunity to try and make mistakes. If you ask me, there is no need to find a way to leave. We might as well find out if we can use this opportunity to kill Huang Quan directly." Luo Wensong frowned.

"Go and kill Huang Quan directly?" Zhang Bohua's expression moved slightly, "It's not impossible. It can be done with the information I have now and the help of the bumper ghost."

"Don't forget that this is a gathering place for ghosts. Ghosts that hit people can't get in." Zhang Dong reminded.

Zhang Bohua took out a crumpled piece of ghost money from his arms: "The reason why it can't come in is the same as our situation, because it didn't pay."

"Now that we know this key information, it is fully qualified to enter the ghost collection. By then, nothing here will be able to stop it."

There is no turning back.

Zhang Bohua dumped the five-yuan ghost money to Zhang Dong.

"I can't leave here. You are the only one free now. Go find the ghost and bring it over. Leave the rest to me."

After taking the paper money, Zhang Dong's eyes narrowed: "I'm leaving, this old corpse won't live in peace, and Li Qingzhi won't be able to stay in a suppressed state for too long."

"There is no other way!" Zhang Bohua said sternly.

Zhang Dong squinted his eyes and looked at the ghost money in his hand, and a light suddenly flashed in his eyes.

"Unless I control the supernatural power of this ghost money."

"What do you mean?"

He did not respond, but immediately used his stealing ability to steal the law of the paper money.

Immediately.

Everything in sight has undergone subtle changes. There are light red fonts floating on their surfaces, so looming that they seem to be blown away by blowing a breath.

"The number seven on Li Qingzhi's body means that seven yuan is needed to bribe him?"

Zhang Dong frowned, and he saw a character "Qi" on Li Qingzhi's body.

Then he turned to look at the bloody old corpse. The number on the old corpse was also seven.

There are numbers on the four walls, but most of them are one, and at most three.

The clothes Li Qingzhi was wearing were Wu.

No.

The old iron chain that tied the old corpse was also covered with threads.

Obviously, everything here is clearly priced.

But the strange thing is that there is no price tag on the coffin nail. Does it mean that its strength is far greater than other things?

The price of each thing corresponds to its own strength. The stronger the strength, the higher the price.

"I now have the rules of ghost money. If combined with the ability to change text on parchment paper, can I forcibly change Li Qingzhi's bribed state? Or can I print a hundred-dollar bill?"

An idea appeared in Zhang Dong's mind.

He analyzed it quickly and immediately started trying.

The first thing needed was to wake up Li Qingzhi and ask him to stop the old corpse on his behalf, so that he could go and deal with the ghost.

There was no hesitation.

Zhang Dong strode to Li Qingzhi and pulled out the coffin nails from his chest.

As soon as the nails were removed, his burly body instantly knelt on the ground. However, within a few seconds, his head suddenly lifted up, and a pair of terrifying eyes stared at Zhang Dong.

Zhang Dong's eyes darkened, and he used the abilities of ghost money and human skin paper at the same time.

The two abilities were mixed together to create a clever supernatural fusion, which easily changed the numbers on Li Qingzhi's body.

The Qi that exuded a faint red light could not resist for a few seconds before turning into a Qi with pure black fonts.

This means that Li Qingzhi's employer is no longer Huang Quan, but Zhang Dong.

Although from the outside, Li Qingzhi looked the same as before, still looking like a lifeless puppet, at least he was no longer an enemy. "Dismember any ghosts and strangers you see."

Zhang Dong took a few steps back and gave Li Qing an order.

With him here guarding the second floor of the bank, there should be no problem.

Once the order is given.

Li Qingzhi held a hatchet and walked behind Zhang Bohua. The two stood back to back, and the former kept scanning the small room.

Within seconds.

He then looked at the old corpse that was struggling to wake up again, and raised the hatchet in his hand high.

Followed.

The ghost spread over, trying to detect the traces left by the old corpse, but was soon blocked by a strong supernatural force.

Li Qingzhi's expression moved slightly, and the restart ghost immediately superimposed the ghost shadow, and the thicker shadow spread over, directly ignoring the supernatural obstruction just now.

Followed by.

The hatchet fell smoothly, and the arm that the old corpse tried to lift was dismembered and fell to the ground.

The old corpse let out a blood-curdling scream, which made Zhang Dong's heart tremble.

After this dismemberment, the old corpse had almost no chance of recovery.

If Li Qingzhi just superimposing the dismemberment ability is not enough to achieve such an effect, doing so is just stacking attack power.

But the knife just now also stored the ability to time, resulting in a discrepancy between the old corpse's severed arm and the time in the body. Even if the wound is rejoined, it will be difficult to restore it to the original state, unless the old corpse has the ability to restart.

Zhang Dong was very satisfied with this scene. After checking the surroundings again, he left along the stairs.

He was going to pick up the bumper ghost outside the ghost market, and then use the bumper ghost to open a passage directly to Huang Quan.

The second floor will be left to Li Qingzhi for the time being. The danger there has not been eliminated yet, and there will be more ghosts going there in the final steps of the transaction process.

But for the current Li Qingzhi, even S-level ghosts are no problem.

Left the bank.

Zhang Dong quickly returned to the Ghost Market, which was now deserted. The residents of Taiping Town had left, and the owners of various stalls had also disappeared for various reasons.

The entire ghost market was very deserted and quiet, and the dim atmosphere brought the weird atmosphere to the extreme.

Zhang Dong walked quickly in the market, scanning the stalls on both sides with his eyes, clearly seeing the value of each item.

He showed no interest in the items and simply passed by them quickly.

But he stopped when he accidentally saw a strange wooden doll.

The price of this doll is five yuan.

Its terrifying eyes were open, pitch black without pupils, like two dim glass beads.

The doll had no clothes on, and its body was covered in bruises and bruises, as if it had been beaten.

"This is a supernatural object."

Just stare.

Zhang Dong felt a coldness envelope him, as if he was staring at a real ghost.

What interested him was not the appearance of the item, but the fact that he remembered that Meng Xiaodong in the original novel had a similar item in his hand.

It was a doll with a very high level of terror, and it was considered a common attack method by Meng Xiaodong.

After pondering for a while.

Zhang Dong decided to take it away.

No matter what its use is, take it away first, maybe give it to Meng Xiaodong, and she can figure out some tricks.

soon.

Zhang Dong arrived at one end of the ghost gathering. This was a land of nothingness and mist. His vision was severely obstructed. He couldn't see what was in the mist at all. He couldn't even see his palm clearly when he stretched out his hand.

"This should be the entrance to the Ghost Market. This is where the welcoming team came in, but it still lacks some supernatural power."

He looked around and took out the crumpled five-yuan ghost bill.

It should have been easy to get in with the level of a ghost who hit people, but the ticket of ghost money kept it out.

Now that we have money, the ghost who hit people should no longer be blocked.

wait and see.

Zhang Dong frowned and waited on the spot, while looking around vigilantly.

Since the bumper ghost will not stop on its own initiative, there will be a certain delay if Zhang Bohua wants to use the shepherd ghost's ability to control him.

It should be almost time.

Zhang Dong put the ghost money at his feet, and then used the ghost money's ability to buy out the area with the five yuan of ghost money.

Within a certain period of time, any capable ghost controller or ghost will no longer be blocked due to lack of money and can successfully enter the ghost gathering.

as predicted.

Not long after Zhang Dong finished all this, two faint yellow lights lit up in the fog ahead.

Just like a real bus light coming out of the heavy fog, the light beam gradually gathered, and the body like a mountain of meat became clear.

"coming."

Zhang Dong turned his body to one side, followed immediately after the collision ghost passed by, and ran towards the bank at the other end of the ghost market again.

Following closely behind it, Zhang Dong realized the feeling that Yang Jian had when driving a supernatural bus.

Don't be too cool.

Everything that stands in front of it will be violently knocked away and smashed, and the supernatural being will be smashed into pieces. It should be a machine that should die, and it should be imbalanced.

The entire ghost collection was messed up by it.

The table was overturned, and items and paper money were scattered on the floor.

But it showed no intention of slowing down and ran towards the bank with all its might.

"Oh!"

With a loud noise, a large hole was knocked out of the extremely hard wall. The room instantly became chaotic, dust agitated, and tables and chairs overturned.

It didn't stop, and slightly changed its direction to find the hidden staircase leading directly to the second floor.

It was so fast that it just passed by the stalemate in the blink of an eye and disappeared directly into two pale yellow rays of light.

Although it looks like it has entered its own ghost realm from the outside, in fact it has opened a passage with the help of the winding path in Zhang Bohua's field of vision, leading directly to the underworld at the end.
(End of this chapter)