The Mysterious Resurrection of the Past of the Republic of China

Chapter 124 Containment
"The end of ghost masters is gods, what is the end of rules?"

This sentence lingered in Zhang Dong's mind, making him stand there for a long time.

"Yang Jian's path is to control ghosts, and he eventually becomes a god with the help of a special product called ghost boy."

"I am also a ghost controller, but I don't have a ghost child, and I can't continue to piece together other supernatural beings like him, or become an alien."

"So my path can only be related to rules."

He frowned, thinking about this sentence.

The law ghost is a special and unique existence, which also limits Zhang Dong's ascending route to be unique and cannot be thought of with ordinary thinking.

He must thoroughly study the ghost in his body.

This just connects to the second half of the sentence: "What's the end of the rules?"

Rules are set by the world to limit the way everything operates. Any cold thing, person, or ghost, even Yang Jian, must abide by the rules.

So the end of the rules is cold, ruthless, strict, and inhumane.

It's completely a dark color.

"So Yang Jian is reminding me to break the constraints of the rules. Is he doing this for himself?"

Zhang Dong knew very well that Yang Jian also paid a heavy price for becoming a god. He lost his relatives, friends, and everything. At one time, he only survived by relying on that memory. After dying several times, his humanity was wiped out. Finally rely on the rules to become a god.

In that body that could be called a god, trapped was his miserable soul.

so.
He wakes himself up, actually to allow himself to break conventions, transcend the rules and become another type of existence.

Only in this way can he perhaps free his soul.

"I understand."

Zhang Dong nodded slightly and understood many things in an instant.

"As long as the donor understands, you can now seal that terrible thing under Hongfa Temple. When future generations see it again, it will be the day of hope for this world."

The monk smiled, then picked up the skull and wooden fish on the ground and walked towards the back room.

He was knocking as he walked, and kept mumbling in his mouth.

"God has fallen asleep, but one day he will wake up."

Zhang Dong looked at his retreating figure and no longer paused. The supernatural being controlling the muddy path spread to the bottom of the temple, overlapping the small dark space with reality, completely sealing Huang Quan's body.

After doing all this, he quickly returned to Taiping Town.

The damage caused by the ghost market was undoubtedly huge. The welcoming team took away too much of the town's supernatural power, causing the balance of many shops to be broken.

Now the people in the town are working hard to clean up the evil ghosts and imprison them again.

With the help of Li Qingzhi and others, this work is progressing smoothly.

Near the shrine.

Li Qingzhi waved his hatchet and cut off a cold figure, then looked at He Liansheng standing aside.

The latter is constantly trying to recruit more terrifying dead souls, exploring his own supernatural power bit by bit.

Although sometimes the dead souls lose control as soon as they appear, fortunately, Li Qingzhi is by his side and can resolve the crisis in time.

"Brother Li, when will I be as powerful as you?" He Liansheng asked in a childish tone. Although there was solidified blood on his face, one eye was even more terrifying. The eyeball was pale, as if it were a A devilish eye.

"Supernatural power is not achieved overnight. It needs to grow slowly. Don't rush into it, otherwise big problems may easily occur." Li Qingzhi replied, while ghostly triggering the medium, directly cutting off three terrifying figures.

"That hatchet of yours looks very powerful. It would be great if I had such a supernatural item. My grandfather used to have a tobacco stick in his hand. It was his treasure and he never let me touch it. I feel that it is different from Your hatchet is not much different, but it is gone now." He Liansheng replied.

At this time, the dead soul on the side also joined the conversation. This was an old figure. He Liansheng was unfamiliar with him, but he knew that he was a good friend of He Qingxiang during his lifetime.

"Your grandfather was just like you when he was young. He longed to control his own power, so he always did wrong things. Don't imitate him as a young boy, otherwise no one will help you." The dead soul said seriously, looking at He Liansheng's expression was amiable.

"I will do better than my grandfather." He Liansheng said firmly.

The other side of Taiping Town.

Luo Wensong's anger, which had nowhere to vent in the ghost concentration, was all released at this moment.

There were dozens of cold figures standing in front of him. They were ghosts that had been imprisoned in a certain shop's dungeon for many years. They were too terrifying to be made into supernatural items, so they could only be sealed away.Now that the dungeon has fallen, all these ghosts have escaped.As a result, Luo Wensong fucked her to death in one encounter.

He clapped his hands and motioned to the residents of Taiping Town to move them back.

But most of these residents are young and not as bold and cautious as the older generation, so they dare not step forward for fear that the dead ghost will wake up again.

"A bunch of useless things, all weak and weak, can't possibly become something big!"

Luo Wensong's eyes narrowed, and there was a fierce look in his eyes when he looked at the residents.

"These young people are not like you, they still need some time to hone." Chen Zhijiang said apologetically, releasing several strange clothes and moving these ghosts back to the dungeon one by one.

"It's just that you old guys are too used to them." Luo Wensong glanced at them, "I have always believed that strong men can only be born when they face death again and again, and I have always done so."

As the president of the Supernatural Society, he is incredibly powerful in some aspects, yet he is still very young in his 20s.

There is absolutely nothing wrong with talking like this.

"That's that."

Chen Zhijiang replied with a smile.

suddenly.

One of the ghosts suddenly woke up from the deadlock and immediately attacked the clothes carrying it, tearing the clothes to pieces in an instant.

Immediately.

It glanced around with its terrifying eyes, staring at other residents not far away.

These ghost masters were frightened by this stare and felt a chill in their backs.

It seemed that someone among them had triggered the ghost's killing pattern. Its figure became illusory and appeared behind the person in the next second.

Luo Wensong relaxed his brows, and there was a hint of excitement on his face.

"Don't be afraid of it, just go with it. Once you are scared, you will be scared again and again!"

But Chen Zhijiang's brows furrowed deeply.

He wanted to take action, but when he thought about taking action himself every time, when would these young people be able to gain a foothold?
So he gave up the idea of ​​taking action and quietly watched the group of young ghost masters fight against the ghost.

If so many people still can't solve it, Taiping Town may really be doomed in the future.

The ghost appeared behind a certain man, and his figure began to become confusing. It kept walking towards him, as if it wanted to merge into his body.

The man was startled at first, then his expression changed drastically, and he subconsciously used the supernatural power in his body.

A light rain began to fall above his head. When the rain fell on the ground, it quickly formed puddles, reflecting the figure of the man and the ghost. A faint smell of corpses filled the air.

The ghost is still approaching, unaffected by the rain.

The man suddenly froze on the spot, his face dull, as if he was frightened.

But in the puddle, his reflection moved and blocked the ghost with the help of other puddles.

suddenly.

The ghost's ankle seemed to be restricted by some kind of force, unable to move, and it actually seemed to be sinking.

It still kept trying to take out its feet, but its body couldn't stop merging into the water world where the reflection was.

Because in the scene reflected on the water, the reflection of this person caught the reflection of the ghost, and the ghost in reality lost its movement.

"Success?"

Chen Zhijiang's face lit up.

But the next moment.

Everyone's faces immediately became nervous.

The ghost seemed to have used some kind of ability, and its body became transparent. It could not reflect its figure into the puddle, and naturally it could not be caught by the person in the water.

Within a few seconds, the disappeared ghost reappeared behind the man's stiff body and blended right into it.

(End of this chapter)