The Mysterious Resurrection of the Past of the Republic of China

Chapter 14 The People in the Story

All the supernatural phenomena in the hall dissipated at this moment, and tranquility returned.

Apart from Zhang Dong and Li Qingzhi, there was only the corpse of a ghost master and a few ordinary people who were unlucky enough to die.

In just a few minutes, the five ghost masters in the Zhenling Pavilion were killed.

Only one person left a complete body.

Li Qingzhi stood up from the ground while holding on to the wall, his face was haggard, as if he was seriously ill.

He couldn't describe the excitement at this moment in words. He just patted Zhang Dong on the shoulder and said:

"I'm determined to follow you no matter what."

Zhang Dong smiled faintly, stepped over the remaining severed limbs on the ground, and walked up the stairs.

Everyone in Zuimeng Tower has already escaped, and the ones who didn't escape are dead in a corner.

After all, there is a ghost-faced bone that has resumed action early and is looking for people who trigger the killing pattern in this building.

Not only that, the ghosts in the bodies of the ghost masters on the first floor of the hall will soon revive. There will be five evil ghosts with unknown patterns and levels in this brothel at the same time.

So Zhang Dong needs to find Li Qingzhi's sister as soon as possible and get out of here.

He didn't want to clean up the mess for the memorial hall.

Just give them a headache with those ghosts.

"I can feel that Xiaolan is on the third floor, but the ghost has not completely recovered from the silence, and the supernatural perception is a bit weak."

Li Qingzhi said weakly, holding on to the handle of the stairs with one hand for fear of falling.

Zhang Dong's eyes narrowed and he looked at his body carefully.

The burly figure was bent over, as if there was some heavy burden pressing on him. Not only that, even the ghost looked sickly, and the situation was not much better.

Li Qingzhi, who was already close to the resurrection of the ghost, used too much supernatural power in this confrontation, and he was also attacked by the supernatural power of other ghost masters.

He won't last long.

Zhang Dong retracted his thoughts and planned to solve the problem of Li Qingzhi's ghost recovery after rescuing Xiaolan.

Arriving on the third floor, the two searched the rooms. Most of the rooms were empty, and the beds were full of filth and emitted a foul smell.

There were several corpses lying in some rooms, both men and women. Most of them were unclothed and lying naked on the ground and in corners.

Apparently he was avoiding some kind of terrifying existence before he died.

It's most likely the Grimace Bone.

The search on the third floor was quickly completed, but Xiaolan was nowhere to be found.

"It's really strange. I clearly feel that she is here, but I can't find her. Could it be that she is in the ghost realm?"

Li Qingzhi frowned and tried hard to sense the position of Xiaolan's shadow.

"possible."

Zhang Dong's eyes suddenly turned cold and he walked towards a wall.

He noticed something crawling on the wall.

After getting closer, the two of them saw clearly something written in red letters on the wall that looked like it was written in blood.

The characters are very distorted and the strokes are not smooth, as if they were pieced together and cannot be written by humans.The content of this sentence is:
"Xiaolan looked panicked and ran as fast as she could on the third floor of Zuimeng Tower, trying to avoid the terrifying thing following behind her."

at the same time.

county seat.

In an ancient building a few kilometers away from Zuimeng Tower, a group of unusual people were chatting around an exquisite birch wood round table.

The atmosphere in the room was anxious and solemn, and it was obvious that some difficult problem had been encountered.

An old man sitting at the round table against the wall said in a serious tone: "I'm calling you here so late. You must also know that a great young man came out of Zuimenglou. He made the place very upset and even killed you. The five ghost masters in the team.”

The old man was dressed in gorgeous clothes, with gold and silver jewelry hanging all over his body. He wore gold-rimmed glasses and looked like he had a rich family.

He put the tobacco stick in his mouth and smashed it twice, and continued: "This is a shame for our memorial hall, but it is also an opportunity. This young man killed five of us ghost masters in just a few minutes. , which shows that he is very powerful. If he can be roped in, it will be very helpful to the growth of the Zhenling Pavilion."

"Although we have been secretly preparing for that terrifying character, we must always have a backup plan. After all, the supernatural society next door is now in a period of vigorous development and poses a great threat to us. We cannot give up any opportunity."

"So now let's vote. There are nine of you here. You decide whether you should kill this young man or try to win him over. After all, I am just an outsider. I can't make a decision on this kind of thing. It's not as good as you ghost masters who have a long-term vision." .”

The old man put down his cigarette rod and glanced solemnly at the other people present.

"Kill him, there is no way we can win over such a person." Immediately, a ghost controller said sternly.

"I also think it is appropriate to kill him after all. There is too much uncertainty about this kind of person. He is here to cause trouble, which means he is targeting the supernatural society. The chance of being able to win over is very small." Someone immediately agreed upon seeing this.

"I think it's better to win over her. As far as I know, this person is looking for a woman from Zuimenglou, named Xiaolan. If we return Xiaolan to him, he may not necessarily continue to be hostile."

Someone said after pondering for a moment.

That young man was able to kill five ghost masters in just a few minutes, and he did not seem to have any symptoms of the ghosts reviving. This shows that he is at least a person who can balance the ghosts in his body. His strength is definitely not bad. If he can use it for himself, he is far better than Killing him is more valuable, and killing him is also risky, and may cause more damage to the Ghost Controller.

The ghost master decided that it would be more appropriate to win him over.

"Xiaolan? I know this person is the sister of a ghost controller named Li Qingzhi. Li Qingzhi was originally a coolie of the Zhao family. Later, her sister was attracted by Mr. Zhao. It was originally a happy thing to marry into a rich family. She But he refused to agree, so I helped Mr. Zhao handle the matter. Later, Li Qingzhi survived and unexpectedly controlled a shadow, but the shadow's level of terror was not high and it would not have much influence."

A ghost controller who looked completely different said.

He seemed to know a lot about Li Qingzhi.

The old man who just spoke was obviously Mr. Zhao. He nodded thoughtfully, then looked at the others, as if asking about their attitude.

"So Li Qingzhi is now hanging out with that powerful young man? Then this person can't be kept. They are obviously here for revenge, so I think it's better to get rid of them."

"I agree. By the way, we should kill Li Qingzhi together to avoid future troubles, lest he come to the county town when he wakes up and cause us trouble."

Soon, others also expressed their attitude.

There were nine ghost masters and one ordinary person present.

Among them, six votes were in favor and two were against. Mr. Zhao did not vote.

The result is obvious. Most people want to kill this unscrupulous young man and avenge their dead teammates.

"So, what do you think?"

Mr. Zhao stared solemnly at an empty chair opposite, as if someone who didn't exist was sitting there.

If you look closely, you can see a line of twisted small words written in blood on the chair. This line of words keeps changing and soon forms a sentence:

"I'm already watching him. If you want to kill him, then do it as you want. I don't mind taking action."

(End of this chapter)