The Mysterious Resurrection of the Past of the Republic of China

Chapter 120

Yang Jian's words undoubtedly put a huge stone in Zhang Dong's heart, making him feel extremely heavy.

He stared at the dead silence of Huang Quan and fell into deep thought.

Zhang Dong did not deny that Yang Jian said that his weakness was the ghost of law.

As the driver of this ghost, he naturally knows that its only passive ability is to not be affected by the outside world. It existed in the ghost before when it was not controlled, but now it remains in Zhang Dong.

This means that once the Law Ghost loses this ability, he is no longer invincible and there is a risk of being imprisoned.

Reminiscent of its previous confrontation with Taiping Town, Zhang Dong felt that it would be at least at the level of the Seventh Elder without this ability. In theory, even if it lost its passive ability, no one could fight it.

What's more, Zhang Dong is protected by his invulnerable body.

But except Yang Jian.

Not only did he surpass the Seventh Elder in terms of strength, but he also seemed to have some way to bypass Zhang Dong and attack the regular ghost.

It is the only existence that can threaten Zhang Dong now.

"Forget it, at least Yang Jian will not interfere in the affairs of the Republic of China, nor will he take the initiative to attack me." Zhang Dong shook his head.

"He needs me to keep walking along that old path to ensure that there will be no changes in the future."

thought here.

His brows furrowed deeply again.

If he were Zhang Dong in the original work, there would be nothing wrong with him following this path. After all, that was his ending.

But I am not him, I want to find a new path.

Otherwise, everything I have done has already been destined, and I will die of old age in that ancient house one day in the future. What's the point?
Yang Jian has become a god. He is fully capable of calming down all supernatural events, but he has not changed history. In addition to not wanting to cause future changes, there may be other reasons
"When I first traveled to this world, Zhang Dong in the original novel once told me that he wanted me to help him fulfill his long-cherished wish, but what is this long-cherished wish?"

Zhang Dong narrowed his eyes and thought hard.

"Is it Meng Xiaodong? Or these old friends who have ended their lives?"

He shook his head, thinking it was unlikely.

These personal reasons are not a problem at all in the face of supernatural power. As long as Zhang Dongxiang in the original work wants to do it again across time, he can get back everything he lost before.

But he didn't do that and left the opportunity to himself.

It means that he has more important things, which are most likely beyond his capabilities and cannot be completed by himself.

"If this is the case, he can definitely find Yang Jian to do it. After all, Yang Jian has become a god. He can transcend time and have infinite clones. There is no need to worry about any difficulties."

Zhang Dong felt a little headache at the moment.

He couldn't think of a suitable answer.

"Do I really want to follow that old man's path?"

Thinking of this, he felt very unwilling and powerless.

Since I don’t know how the plot of the Republic of China developed in the original work, I can’t deliberately avoid all of this.

It was as if his unintentional actions were an indispensable part of the outcome. No matter how he changed, it would still be the same in the end.

The answer to all this lies with Zhang Dong in the original work. Now he can only cross the river by feeling the stones.

"But where is he now?"

"never mind."

Withdrawing his thoughts, Zhang Dong no longer thought about these painful things, picked up Huang Quan's body and walked towards the Bone Tree.

The three-meter-high black shadow was hung directly on the Bone Tree by Zhang Dong like an extremely light thing.

Immediately.

He took out the coffin nails, aimed them hard at Huang Quan's chest and inserted them.

Do it all.

He raised his head slightly and looked at the seeping White Bone Tree. The three-meter-tall black shadow hung lifelessly on it, with the coffin nails on his chest conspicuously eye-catching.

The ghost eyes on Huang Quan's forehead also disappeared at this moment, and the light emitted was extremely weak, almost extinguished.

Now we just need to wait until his other remaining clones are dealt with, and then we can move the source to the base of Hongfa Temple.

Zhang Dong looked indifferent and wanted to turn around and leave. Out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw a few traces of yellow mud on Huang Quan's feet on the Bone Tree.

He frowned and leaned forward.

Perhaps the suppression by the coffin nails took effect, so the supernatural being hidden in this tall body seeped out?

“Could this be the ghost of that muddy path?”

"That road seems to lead to anywhere, and it can also block supernatural beings. No one except Huangquan can set foot on it."

"It's similar to the Ghost Realm, but more spiritual. I just need this ability."

Zhang Dong's expression changed, he raised his hand and pointed it at Huang Quan's feet, and began to change the pattern.

Unlike stealing, he can directly transfer this pattern to the tunic.

soon.

After the rule transfer.

A picture of a winding muddy path flashed across his vision. Above the path was a cloudy and rainy sky. The air was very humid and filled with the fragrance of earth.

The end of the path cannot be seen clearly, but Zhang Dong can feel that this path can lead to anywhere.

It's even more outrageous than the ghost land.

No wonder Huang Quan runs so fast every time. With such a supernatural power, there is almost no possibility of being imprisoned.

Zhang Dong's expression moved slightly and he looked down at his feet.

really.

There are also some mud spots on the old cloth shoes, which means that this ability has been completely controlled by the tunic suit.

The method of use is also very simple. You only need to conceive the place you want to go in your mind, imagine the picture and environment as much as possible, and you can quickly open the road.

The more accurate your imagination, the faster it will open.

The more developed this ability is, the shorter the path is and the faster the destination can be reached.

There was no hesitation.

Zhang Dong immediately activated this ability to find teammates lost in other darkness.

A winding path emerged, and Zhang Dong strode forward.

at the same time.

In another darkness composed of other Huangquan clones, Li Qingzhi and others had just dealt with the immediate danger.

Since these underworld clones all have ghost eyes and can stay separated from the main body for a period of time, they are still existences that cannot be ignored.

As long as they still exist, this dark space will not disappear.

"We have to go find the elder brother." Li Qingzhi said while holding the hatchet. "I have a hunch that he has killed the source of Huang Quan, and there won't be many remaining clones."

"Counting the time, this year's ghost market is almost over." Li Jishan counted with his fingers. They had been in the ghost market for almost 24 hours.

Suddenly, his expression changed, his face became serious, and he ran towards the darkness without looking back.

"Where are you going?"

Luo Wensong shouted, and soon he disappeared from sight.

"This guy" Zhou Sheng'an and Chen Zhijiang quickly joined the two of them, "What is he doing?"

"It should be to look for Zhang Bohua. He used too much supernatural power before and was in a bad state. An accident happened before the darkness fell." Li Qingzhi's eyes moved slightly.

Thick ghost eyes crawled on the ground, searching for Li Jishan's footprints.

"Going that way."

Then he raised the hatchet and pointed it in a certain direction.

"Using the ghost realm, I can feel that the source that restricted the ghost realm has disappeared." Luo Wensong said, without hesitation, he immediately activated the ghost realm to appear and led everyone to run in the direction where Li Jishan left.

in the dark.

Li Jishan seemed to have received some guidance and walked quickly with a solemn expression.Although his legs and feet don't look weak at all, some kind of strength allows him to walk quickly and cover a long distance with every step he takes.

Just 1 minutes.

He came to this place that guided him.

I saw a frail young man standing in the darkness. He looked skinny and was no more than 20 years old.

The young man covered his face and walked tremblingly, seemingly aimlessly, as if he was enduring severe pain that made him tremble uncontrollably with every step he took.

"Zhang Bohua!"

Li Jishan shouted loudly and quickly came to his side.

Suddenly.

In the darkness on the other side of the young Zhang Bohua, a three-meter-tall Huang Quan also walked out, raised the Green Dragon Sword in his hand and slashed it horizontally.

"Oh!"

The sound of metal crashing sounded.

His sword did not hit Zhang Bohua's neck, but was blocked by a sudden ghost refining furnace.

Li Jishan's face turned extremely cold for a moment, and he controlled the stove to open the alchemy cauldron. A dry corpse that burned like coke stretched out from the stove and grabbed the clone of Huang Quan.

A strong pulling force appeared, and the corpse dragged Huang Quan into the ghost furnace.

The alchemy cauldron closed instantly, the dark green flames burned blazingly, and Huang Quan's painful wails came from the furnace.

After resolving this sneak attack.

Li Jishan breathed a sigh of relief and came to Zhang Bohua's side.

He took out a packet of Chinese medicine from his pocket and gave it to Zhang Bohua to eat without saying a word.

The medicine took effect quickly, and Zhang Bohua's painful and ferocious face became slightly relieved.

"How do you know that I am the real Zhang Bohua?" Zhang Bohua couldn't control his body and sat on the ground, breathing heavily.

"Hunter, when I first met you, I knew that old guy was not the real you, but there was always a sense of familiarity. But I couldn't see through your secret, and I couldn't determine your identity." Li Jishan frowned. said with an eyebrow.

"Only now do I realize that I, like you, are both troubled by my own past."

Zhang Bohua looked at him blankly after hearing this.

"You know about me?"

Li Jishan shook his head: "I don't even know my own affairs, how can I know yours? You control only half of the ghost brain, and the other half is in my mind. We are actually the same consciousness."

He pointed to his head.

Zhang Bohua suddenly said: "No wonder your supernatural powers are similar to mine. It turns out that you and I are the same."

"Yes, we are all suffering from the same problem. We can see other people's secrets, but we don't even know who we are." Li Jishan suddenly laughed.

In fact, their names are not real names, just a title.

Different from living people, people are born, slowly born consciousness, and later they control the ghosts and become ghost controllers.

But the two seem to be born to control ghosts.

No.

To be precise, their consciousness appeared with the ghosts, and they were not living people at the root.

"Actually, you and I are both ghosts with living consciousness. When these things are smart to a certain level, they will generate wisdom, and we will be born." Li Jishan pointed at the ghost furnace and said.

"The consciousness of living people cannot fight against ghosts, so strictly speaking, we are either humans or ghosts. We just produce human behavior." After Zhang Bohua's recovery from the ghost became much better, he began to speak fluently.

"Nothing is important anymore." Li Jishan suddenly sighed, "I don't have much time, I have to explain my funeral arrangements quickly."

Zhang Bohua's expression condensed: "Did we lose?"

He subconsciously thought that the confrontation between everyone and Huang Quan was lost, and Li Jishan was also seriously injured.

But after looking up and down, he didn't see anything unusual about Li Jishan, except that his breathing was much louder.

"We won. The source of Huangquan should be imprisoned by Zhang Dong, and the other clones are all broken candles in the wind." Li Jishan waved his hand and said.

"But I have used too much supernatural power, and I am already dying."

Zhang Bohua jumped up from the ground after hearing this.

"Can't your Chinese medicine save it?"

Li Jishan smiled and said: "My supernatural powers are similar to yours, because they are complementary existences, so you should know what it feels like for a ghost to resurrect, which cannot be suppressed by traditional Chinese medicine."

After saying that, he looked at the dark yellow ghost refining furnace.

"This stove was built with my whole life's hard work. I have lived on it all my life, and Chinese medicine is produced from it, so naturally I cannot fight against the source."

Zhang Bohua said: "So it was this furnace that caused your death."

Li Jishan nodded feebly: "When I die, the ghost in the furnace will come out and burn my body in this furnace. So I would like to ask you to help me bury my ashes under the medical center in Taiping Town."

Zhang Bohua was silent.

Originally, he planned to go to the medical clinic, but later he delayed.Unexpectedly, the first time I went to the hospital was to collect Li Jishan's body.

He had never seen this old man before and had no feelings for him, but the supernatural powers of his two ghost brains made him feel sympathy for Li Jishan.

Perhaps if the ghost brain hadn't split in half due to an accident, their two consciousnesses would have become one.

"Hunter, when I leave, take away the other part of my supernatural power and let it contribute more to the world. It will also allow me to continue to play a role after my death." Li Jishan said, suddenly coughing a few times.

Blood splattered everywhere, and his face quickly turned pale.Corpse spots began to appear on every inch of skin on his arms and neck.

Zhang Bohua held his hand, feeling extremely heavy in his heart.

This old man he had never met before seemed like an elder caring about him and helping him.

What connects the two is the supernatural power in their heads.

"I will help you pass on the medical clinic."

Zhang Bohua didn't say much, but solemnly made a promise and helped him slowly lie down on the cold ground.

A satisfied smile appeared on Li Jishan's face, and then his pupils suddenly dilated, his wrinkled cheeks tightened tightly, and he could no longer relax.

His consciousness was dead.

Died due to the resurgence of the evil spirit.

Although he is a living consciousness born from the wisdom of the devil, decades of erosion have gradually obliterated this consciousness.

It's like the product of a supernatural collision. Although it's special, it's just a flash in the pan.

The living consciousness born from ghosts will never be able to fight against ghosts, and will eventually be reduced to existences such as wish ghosts and human skin.

Because ghosts are rules, and rules come from the entire world.

If Zhang Dong were here, he would definitely be deeply moved.

He knew very well that even Yang Jian, who became a god, eventually lost to the rules and killed Wang Shanshan with his own hands.

At this time.

Others arrived here with the help of the ghost realm.

"Zhang Bohua." Li Qingzhi's expression moved slightly, and he glanced at Zhang Bohua and then at Li Jishan's body.

"Did he be attacked by Huang Quan?"

Others had never seen Zhang Bohua's real body, so they were a little shocked to hear Li Qingzhi shouting like this.

Zhang Bohua said with an indifferent expression: "He died from the resurrection of the evil ghost."

"I have saved people my whole life, but I couldn't save myself." Chen Zhijiang said with emotion when he saw this scene.

"Let me borrow your hatchet." Zhang Bohua suddenly stood up and looked at Li Qingzhi and said.

Li Qingzhi frowned and handed it over after hesitating.

After taking the hatchet.

Zhang Bohua narrowed his eyes slightly, took a deep breath, aimed the tip of the knife at Li Jishan's forehead and stabbed it.

(End of this chapter)