The Mysterious Resurrection of the Past of the Republic of China

Chapter 112 Hidden Darkroom

After entering the cell again, everyone did not find anything different from before, nor did they find any clues left by Huang Quan.

But an open cell door indicates that Mr. Liu, who fell here before, has left through some means.

Li Qingzhi used his media ability to detect his footprints and found that he seemed to have made a new discovery, so he followed him.

"His footprints are very dense and clear, and the direction is towards the previous room where supernatural items were stored." Li Qingzhi stared at Mr. Liu's figure with all his attention and walked forward, and the illusory figures in his field of vision became increasingly dense.

"Follow me, maybe you can get new clues. This guy has no other strong points, but he has a unique perception just by staying in such a depressing room." Li Jishan said.

"Perhaps we overlooked something before. The secret of Huang Quan is probably in that room." Zhang Bohua said and immediately followed.

The five of them stopped talking and walked slowly behind Li Qingzhi.

Come to the door of the storage room.

Li Qingzhi frowned deeply. The ghosts gathered here at this moment, and he felt a mess of footprints. Some were from Mr. Liu, some were left by everyone before, and some were from Huang Quan.

In the field of vision, a three-meter-tall black shadow stood out, overwhelming the others and looking particularly strange in the dark corridor.

Huang Quan seemed to have noticed him through the medium, and the body he was carrying slowly turned around. The ghost eyes on his forehead suddenly became brighter, like a stream of rich blood, staring at Li Qingzhi.

"There are Huang Quan's footprints here. He found us." Li Qingzhi's expression changed, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he unconsciously raised the hatchet in his hand, intending to dismember it.

But Huang Quan took action first, raising his blackened arm and trying to grab Li Qingzhi's neck across the medium. At this moment, the illusory figure seemed to become tangible.

"Beware!"

Zhang Dong's eyes narrowed, he pulled Li Qingzhi over and forcibly interrupted the media exploration.

Because from everyone's perspective, they did not see Huang Quan's figure, but they saw a dark hand appear out of thin air in front of Li Qingzhi, and this hand was holding a thick wad of ghost money.

If it is not stopped, Li Qingzhi may be bribed again.

"Brother." Li Qingzhi looked a little confused, and then tried to remember, "There was something wrong with my consciousness just now, as if it was affected by something, but from my perspective, it was Huang Quan who was about to attack me."

"Perhaps from your perspective you were attacked, but in reality you were bribed." Zhang Bohua frowned and stroked his beard.

"That guy can actually counter intrusion media." Luo Wensong's eyes also narrowed, "But since he intends to stop us, it means that this room is more important than we thought."

"That's true." Zhang Bohua nodded.

"No need to find out, just break through the door and enter." Zhang Dong said coldly.

The more enemies block it, the more it means this path is correct.

next moment.

Luo Wensong forced the door open, and the scene in the room came into view.

It was still the dazzling pile of supernatural items, but this time there was something different in Zhang Dong's eyes.

He saw strings of scarlet writing floating on these supernatural objects, and suddenly realized that he still had the rules of ghost money.

What shocked him was that the numbers on these supernatural objects were ridiculously large.

During previous ghost gatherings, most of the supernatural items he saw were worth three yuan or five yuan, and none exceeded seven yuan.

But now the amount of items in this room is a hundred.

This is very unreasonable.

You must know that even Luo Wensong, who is almost at the level of the Seventh Elder, only has seven yuan, and it is impossible for these items to surpass him.

unless
Zhang Dong frowned and his thoughts were working rapidly.

"What did you see?" Zhang Bohua noticed something was wrong with him and walked to his side and asked.Zhang Dong said: "Some numbers represent the value of supernatural items. But now they far exceed their own value. I suspect that Huang Quan has tampered with them."

Zhang Bohua raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and picked up an old pair of glasses to look at them.

"There are indeed strong supernatural traces on this. When I first saw it, I thought it was the influence of this bank. Now that you say this, I feel that the strength of these items has been changed by Huang Quan."

"What ability does he have to forcibly increase the strength of supernatural items?" Luo Wensong said coldly, and then looked at the coffin nails in Zhang Dong's hand.

"It's not like it's caused by superposition, it's a bit like another kind of supernatural support." Li Jishan also saw some clues.

"Could it be the same plan as the coffin nail?"

Zhang Dong's expression moved slightly, thinking secretly.

The coffin nail itself does not have very high supernatural power, but because it is connected to Taiping Town, it is ridiculously strong.

If Huang Quan also found this method, he would naturally be able to make supernatural items comparable to coffin nails.

It seems.

Another doubt in Zhang Dong's mind was also solved.

When fighting Huang Quan for the first time, Guiyan's six-layered ghost realm could easily trap Luo Wensong. This was obviously impossible for a ghost controller of Li Qingzhi's level.

Because Huang Quan is not an alien and cannot open the ten eyes, naturally he cannot superimpose the ability of ghost eyes.

So in this case, the ghost eye only has a single ability, which is not superimposed, but it can show super high-level power, which is very abnormal.

Let’s look at these supernatural items.
He most likely enhanced them by some means.

Maybe Mr. Liu discovered this and ventured into this storage room again.

"If I look for Mr. Liu's footprints again, I suspect he has discovered a hidden secret in this house."

Zhang Dong said with a solemn expression.

Li Qingzhi nodded without any hesitation. The ghost shadow under his feet quickly spread out and soon covered the floor of the entire room.

A cold aura filled the air, and Master Liu's figure also appeared in his field of vision.

as predicted.

The staggered, rickety figures stopped in place and then quickly moved towards a certain wall.

This is a wall made of moss-covered stone bricks, which is somewhat mottled and wet. There is nothing else except a slight supernatural aura.

"He lingered here for a long time, and his footprints almost overlapped, but he quickly walked in another direction." Li Qingzhi said.

"He found something abnormal here, but he couldn't get in." Zhang Bohua put it bluntly.

"Let me take a look." Luo Wensong strode forward, placing his two palms covered with corpses on the wall, trying to sense the abnormality behind it.

"There is a space behind the wall. It's not big, but there are strong supernatural traces inside."

With just a simple touch, Luo Wensong knew that there was something special behind this wall.

This couldn't be easier for him who has mastered many supernatural beings related to the door.

"Sure enough, there is a hidden secret."

Zhang Dong's eyes narrowed, and he raised his right hand and waved it gently towards the wall.

Large chunks of the mottled wall disappeared, and an old dark yellow metal door suddenly emerged.
(End of this chapter)