The Mysterious Resurrection of the Past of the Republic of China

Chapter 139 The out-of-control grave soil

As soon as they entered the cemetery, everyone felt a powerful supernatural interference. It blocked the detection of the ghost and buried Chen Zhijiang's shroud. In the end, they had to rely on the path in Zhangdong to find Luo Qian's location.

But at this time, Luo Qian had clearly fallen into madness, and the resurgence of the evil ghost had seriously eroded his consciousness. Although he was an alien before, his consciousness was weak and it was difficult to maintain normality under the influence of this cemetery.

At this moment.

A series of disturbances occurred in the cemetery. The old graves couldn't stop collapsing, appearing, and collapsing again. The scattered piles of grave soil spread toward everyone as if they were alive.

The evil ghosts buried in the grave also crawled out restlessly, and terrifying figures suddenly appeared.

"Withstand the pressure of these ghosts, Luo Qian will take the initiative to find them soon." Zhang Dong frowned and immediately assigned tasks to everyone.

Due to the limited manpower, only Luo Wensong and Li Qingzhi were able to fight against these evil spirits.

Zhang Bohua, Wang Yin, and Chen Zhijiang are too weak and have average offensive methods, so they can only be protected by others in the middle.

Chen Zhijiang's face was also particularly gloomy. He quickly took out two strange shrouds from under his gown and handed them to Zhang Bohua and Wang Yin.

"This clothes can help you withstand one supernatural attack, only one, and it will be ineffective immediately after the attack."

The two nodded and immediately put on their clothes without hesitation.

"The ghost is coming!"

Li Qingzhi suddenly shouted and saw three terrifying ghosts breaking out of the old grave in front of him. One of them disappeared instantly, and the other two strode towards everyone.

The hatchet slashed down suddenly, storing the superimposed dismemberment ability and time ability, easily cutting the two ghosts into four sections.

the other side.

Luo Wensong's eyes were slightly loosened, and with the ghost paintings, he easily opened wooden doors in the cemetery.

The thick grave soil on the ground collapsed instantly, and deep pits like door frames suddenly appeared. As the mortal supernatural beings superimposed, the dozen or so ghosts directly in front of Luo Wensong suddenly shut down.

Not only the ghosts, but also the surging grave soil paralyzed on the ground, losing all movement.

"These things are nothing to be afraid of."

He said coldly, with that strong attitude still in his tone.

Zhang Dong withstood the huge pressure, and with a wave of his hand, large swaths of cold figures fell down. Even the old grave was not spared, and a huge gap was directly wiped out.

The level of the evil ghosts buried in these tombs was not high. Even though they were large in number, they could not threaten the people at this time.

"That's the difference."

Zhang Bohua looked at Luo Wensong and Li Qingzhi, then at Zhang Dong, and couldn't help but shake his head and said.

at this time.

Just when everyone had just withstood a wave of attacks, Wang Yin's eyes suddenly widened, and fear welled up in his heart and quickly spread throughout his body.

Some strange force came from under his feet, as if a dead arm stretched out from hell and grabbed his ankle, trying to drag him into the grave.

A powerful force acted on him, and he sat directly on the ground without controlling his body. Only then did he see that half of his body had been submerged in the thick grave soil.

A cold, damp feeling quickly spread throughout his body, and he even felt that half of his body in the soil was being pulled by many cold hands.

"save!"

Before he could shout, a dead hand stained with stinky grave soil came out of the ground and firmly grabbed the shroud on his body.

With a tearing sound, Wang Yin's shroud was instantly torn open and pulled into the ground, but he was unharmed.

Zhang Dong's expression changed and he pulled him out of the soil.

Wang Yin gasped in shock and stared at the tattered shroud on his body. It had withstood the attack for him just now, but now it had lost its supernatural power and had become an ordinary piece of clothing.

"Luo Qian often used this trick before. Once it touches the ground, it will trigger the medium to be pulled into the grave by him." Li Qingzhi said hurriedly, and the ghost shadow spread quickly, trying to tile the surrounding area to isolate the supernatural beings.

But just by touching the surface of the grave, many dead arms came out, trying to catch the ghost.

The thick ink ghost figure began to overflow with grave soil, hinting at forming an old grave.

"Stand up quickly!"

Zhang Dong shouted suddenly, and a muddy path appeared in everyone's eyes. This path is similar to an idealistic existence. It is invisible and intangible to outsiders, but everyone can stand on it to isolate the supernatural world from the outside world.

Everyone walked quickly, and their figures disappeared into the cemetery and entered this path.

But they didn't leave the cemetery, they just entered a place similar to a ghost realm.The last one to step onto the path was Zhang Bohua. As soon as he stepped on his front foot, his other foot felt strong resistance. The source of the resistance came from the shroud on his body.

I saw many mud spots of different sizes starting to appear on the white shroud and spreading rapidly. These mud spots soon overflowed the clothes and turned into piles of foul-smelling grave soil.

"Throw away the clothes!"

Chen Zhijiang's heart trembled and he shouted loudly.

Zhang Bohua didn't hesitate and gave up the clothes decisively.

The dirty shroud lost its support and softened. The limbs were broken and broken into several pieces. They fell to the ground and formed a pile of grave soil. Not long after, this suit of clothes was buried in the old grave instead of Zhang Bohua. among.

"It's really thrilling." Zhang Bohua said with a solemn expression, then looked forward and frowned deeply.

Since the alley in Zhangdong is similar to a ghost realm, it will be invaded by other supernatural beings.

The path that everyone was standing on was not safe. A lot of grave soil began to seep out from the path. The grave soil seemed to be alive. It was touching each other on the ground and squirming. It soon formed a thick layer and moved towards the ground. Everyone was spreading their thoughts, but they all lost their movement after approaching Zhang Dong.

"It seems that Luo Qian has grown a lot this time." Li Qingzhi said, holding the hatchet tightly.

"He is on the verge of the resurrection of the evil ghost, and he can maximize the use of the supernatural powers of the grave soil. Now that he is in the cemetery, he has been enhanced even more." Zhang Bohua said.

"The stronger he is now, the closer he is to death. We must quickly overcome these obstacles to find him. As long as we imprison him, we can calm the restlessness in the cemetery." Zhang Dong frowned and immediately shouted Walk forward step by step.

He drove the end of the path behind Luo Qian. The only thing he needed to be careful about was that the path had been severely eroded by grave soil, which could easily cause the passage to be interrupted.

At that time, everyone will leave the path and get lost in the cemetery again.

"Time is running out. Let's catch up quickly. Zhang Dong is clearing the way in front. We can't relax our vigilance behind us. We must always pay attention to the intrusion of grave soil from both sides." Luo Wensong's eyes moved slightly and he strode to follow Zhang Dong. .

Although this was his first time contacting Luo Qian, he was already shocked by the posture in the cemetery.

Zhang Dong raised his hands, and the erasure ability suddenly took effect. Many graves that wanted to cling to the path disappeared in an instant. The old graves blocking the road were also unable to block the erasure ability and fell apart in an instant.

Everyone moved forward quickly, stepping over the incomplete tombs one after another. They felt very uneasy when they stepped on the tomb soil, always feeling like they were about to sink.

However, the supernatural power of the muddy path did not fail, so this intrusion of grave soil was blocked.

Soon, they completed the entire road.

Luo Qian stood directly in front of the road. He had a terrifying face and stared lifelessly at the people approaching him, showing no intention of escaping.

Because he is now approaching the stage of becoming a fierce ghost, he will not have any thoughts of fear or worry, and will only kill anyone who triggers the killing pattern.

And when everyone stepped onto the cemetery, the pattern had already been triggered.

The distance between the two quickly shortened, and soon it was within the range that the erasure ability could affect.

Zhang Dong suddenly stopped, because he couldn't use this ability on Luo Qian, as it would directly erase the last bit of him alive.

"Luo Wensong, let him lie down!"

After giving the order, Luo Wensong did not hesitate and immediately ran from the back of the team to the front, quickly superimposing the fatal supernatural beings.

Wooden doors appeared from the old tombs one after another and opened quickly, making a creaking sound, followed by intensive knocking on the door, both of which struck Luo Qian, who was almost transformed into a ghost.

Luo Wensong's expression was condensed, and he simply stacked it two or three times before stopping. He was worried that if he stacked it too much, he would directly kill Luo Qian.

Luo Qian's body made of grave soil trembled after suffering a fatal supernatural effect, and the condensed grave soil seemed to be disintegrating.

In a few seconds, his body will completely disintegrate and turn into a pile of foul-smelling grave soil.

Chen Zhijiang suddenly strode forward, picked up a strange shroud and put it on him directly, forcibly blocking the tomb soil from spreading, and gathering the pile of grave soil representing Luo Qian together with the shroud.

This clothes was like a barrier, cutting off the connection between the cemetery and Luo Qian's own grave, and also reducing his ghostly aura.

The supernatural power of death caused him to fall down, and the supernatural power of the shroud maintained his living state. Now this cemetery has no controller and has fallen into silence again.

All the grave soil lay down peacefully, and the ghosts in the graves were buried again.

Everything returned to the state it was in when everyone first stepped into the cemetery.

"We can start now. If nothing else happens, when Luo Qian wakes up again, the real owner of the cemetery will appear."

Zhang Dong frowned, strode to Luo Qian, and stared at his dead face.

Immediately, he tightened his grip on the coffin nails that had not yet been completed, aimed at Luo Qian's chest and inserted them hard.
(End of this chapter)