The Mysterious Resurrection of the Past of the Republic of China

Chapter 133 The person disappearing in the photo
A residence of a paranormal society.

Many captains with outstanding achievements lived here, including Meng Xiaodong, but now this five-story building was eerily silent, without any sound, as if everyone inside was dead.

The ghost man Li Shao and the sweep of foreign forces have harvested the lives of all living people in this building. Some ghost controllers who happened to be on a mission escaped by chance.

Come to the lobby on the first floor.

The smell of blood in the air became stronger, and the smell of corpses mixed in could still be vaguely smelled.

There were several pale corpses lying on the floor of the hall. They all had ferocious faces and a big hole in their chests. It was obvious that Li Shaozeng had taken away the ghosts in their bodies.

Broken limbs and pieces of flesh were everywhere, and the walls were splattered with blood spots of different sizes. The blood flowing from the corpses formed a stream, flowing slowly along the corners of the wall, and dripping on the steps with a slight ticking sound, like a gradual movement. Distant footsteps.

This place has become a scene of purgatory.

Zhang Dong frowned and stepped over the flesh and blood to the front desk. He couldn't help but sigh when he saw these broken corpses.

These people have all contributed to the peace of the world and dealt with countless supernatural incidents. In this desperate era, not only are they not remembered by the world, but they died tragically here.

There wasn't even anyone to collect the bodies for them.

On the other hand, Luo Wensong still looked lifeless and majestic, as if he was already accustomed to such scenes.

He walked straight to the counter, rummaged for something in the old drawer, and quickly pulled out a yellowed notebook.

After opening it, he quickly found Meng Xiaodong's name.

"She lives in 301."

Zhang Dong nodded, withdrew his gaze, and came to the third floor with Luo Wensong.

The corridor here is a bit narrow, and just standing here makes me feel depressed. In addition, there are no lights in the room, so the light is particularly dark, and there is a strange atmosphere everywhere.

"301."

Zhang Dong quickly found the room, raised his head to confirm that the house number was correct, and then pushed the door open and entered.

The room is very neatly arranged, with almost no dust on the ground. The furnishings in the whole room are also very simple. There is only a table, a wardrobe, and a single bed, but it is monotonous and orderly. It is obvious that the room is well organized. The owner is a clean person.

Perhaps it is because of the strong strength of the Supernatural Society, or perhaps because Meng Xiaodong often takes care of it. The appearance of these furniture all looks new, and the tops are polished, and the bedding is stacked neatly.

After a cursory glance, Zhang Dong's attention was attracted by the objects on the table.

It was a black and white photo, stored in an exquisite frame and made into a table.

the strange thing is.

There is no one in the photo, just a piece of white cloth, but you can see a piece of clothing peeking out from the corner of the photo.

Zhang Dong's eyes moved slightly and he turned to check other objects.

In addition to the photos, there is a very clean mirror, a small wooden box, and some miscellaneous documents on the table.

They are all ordinary things and do not contain any supernatural power.

Opening the drawer, Zhang Dong found several more photos that were the same as those on the table. There were four or five photos in total. There were no people in them, only a corner of clothes, as if the photographer had done this deliberately.

"Could it be that these photos are the raw materials for Meng Xiaodong to make supernatural items?"

Zhang Dong was thinking and recalled that she had given him such a photo. The protagonist of that photo was her, and she could be around him through the photo at critical moments.

is a vector of invasion.

"Or is it that Meng Xiaodong was originally in these photos, but she went to a far away place, so the person in the photos disappeared?"

Zhang Dong thinks the second possibility is higher.

He put all the photos into his pocket and opened the second drawer.

Ok?
This drawer contains several weird dolls that have not yet been sewn, as well as a pack of sewing boxes.

For the dead doll.

Zhang Dong's expression changed, and he picked up these dolls with the ability to take the place of death, and suddenly felt a cold feeling as if he were facing a fierce ghost.

Especially the eyes of these weird dolls are particularly penetrating. When you stare at them, they seem to be staring at you too.

The bag of sewing boxes was also some kind of supernatural item. Zhang Dong ignored it and put them back in the drawer.

"Zhang Dong, the person in this painting seems to be you." At this time, Luo Wensong made a discovery elsewhere and immediately shouted.

In front of him was a simple easel with a piece of white paper on top and dyes and paintbrushes on either side.

I saw a simple portrait drawn with a few lines of ink on the white paper. Just by looking at it, I could tell that it was a young man. He looked very serious, with bright eyes and a furrowed brow. He looked like Some warlord.

"How do you know that this painting is me?" Zhang Dong looked at it. The person in this painting looked different from himself, and many details were imperfect.

"Who else would wear this kind of clothes besides you?" Luo Wensong glanced at him, and then his eyes moved to Zhang Dong's worn-out tunic suit.

This piece of clothing had long been torn in the original confrontation, and the threads were ripped open in many places. It was stained with all kinds of supernatural beings and curses, and there were even many gaps made by supernatural weapons.

Especially since his feet were stained with yellow mud that could not be wiped off no matter how hard he wiped them.

If someone who didn't know him saw Zhang Dong, they would definitely think that it was some beggar who ran away.

Zhang Dong's face suddenly turned dark.
"How's it going? Did you find what you wanted?" Luo Wensong asked.

"Meng Xiaodong must have gone to a place beyond time that cannot be found by ordinary supernatural means. You can see that she even disappeared from her own photos." Zhang Dong handed him the old photos.

"Such a big living person seems to have evaporated from the world, and even the traces on the photo have been erased." Luo Wensong frowned and stared at the photo.

"Right now, foreign forces are about to move. I came to her to gather our top forces. Now that she is missing, I can only take these photos back to Zhang Bohua to see." Zhang Dong said solemnly, and then asked Luo Wensong, " By the way, do you know the Wang family and his wife from the south?"

"South?" Luo Wensong pondered for a while, then quickly shook his head, "Although my power is the largest in the country and covers a wide range, most of them only have sporadic ghost masters stationed in the south. I have rarely heard of the Wang family and his wife. .”

After listening to his words, Zhang Dong nodded slightly.

"Perhaps Wang Yiyi is now dealing with the curse problem in his own family."

He could only think like this, but he also made plans to go and see what kind of character this Wang Yiyi was after the production of the supernatural bus was completed.

There are more pressing things to do now.

"Let's go, we have to go back to Taiping Town. We have to gather the others. We have to explain the situation abroad to them." Zhang Dong patted Luo Wensong on the shoulder and signaled to leave.

"It doesn't matter, it's unlikely that my supernatural society will be reestablished for the time being." Luo Wensong sighed, standing by the window and looking at the dead scene, his heart couldn't help but move.

Then he and Zhang Dong set foot on the muddy path back.

At the same time.

Taiping Town.

The reconstruction work is almost coming to an end, and most shops have begun to resume normal business. Although some people died and some property was lost, they more or less made up for some of the losses after the supernatural items in Huangquan were distributed.

Zhang Bohua's medical clinic was also officially opened. On that day, many ghost masters who had recovered from the evil ghosts came here to seek medical treatment.

Although he was a bit unskilled at the beginning, was very slow in processing, and did not coordinate well with Li Jishan's other half, the ghost brain, he finally embarked on the path of becoming a doctor.

Over there at the ancestral hall.

Li Qingzhi helped He Liansheng find many items belonging to the deceased ghost masters and made some spiritual tablets to make up for the gap in strength left behind in the ancestral hall.

He decided to take care of this child who was more than ten years younger than himself for a period of time in the future until He Liansheng could completely stabilize his steps.

However, he still has a personal matter that needs to be resolved, which is the shabby shroud on his body.

After the clothes wrapped around him in the bank, he couldn't take them off and couldn't take them off. It seemed that his reboot ghost had already merged. Even if he was dismembered with a hatchet, he would be restored again under the influence of the reboot. .

The most valuable money box in the ghost collection was also kept by Mr. Liu who returned. They discussed it with Chen Zhijiang and others, and finally decided to build a pawn shop to replace the previous money bank to produce ghost money for the residents of the town. .

Everything seems to be going in a good direction
But all this was clearly seen by someone dozens of kilometers away in Taiping Town using the ghost realm.

In this cold ghostland, several terrifying figures emerged.

Among them was the priest Zhang Dong had fought against. He used some means to regain his body and still held the strange Bible in his hand.

But the Bible at this time was obviously thinner than before, and the creepy dead soul behind the pastor was closer to him.

His terrifying eyes were staring in the direction of Taiping Town, and his face was particularly gloomy. After this for a few minutes, he waved his teammates to leave.

Afterwards, this ghostland quickly dissipated.

(End of this chapter)