The Mysterious Resurrection of the Past of the Republic of China

Chapter 140 The real graveyard owner
The endless cemetery is extremely dangerous, filled with mortal beings and the oppression of graves. Even the muddy path in Zhangdong is not immune to the invasion and turns into a dirty path covered with graves.

After everyone's efforts, Zhang Dong finally inserted the unfinished coffin nail into Luo Qian's chest.

now.

The silence in the cemetery was terrifying. After losing Luo Qian's control, the supernatural beings in the cemetery returned to silence.

"It's time to take action. I can see that his supernatural power is gradually stabilizing, and a balance has been reached between the grave soil and the shroud. However, the shroud cannot bear it for too long, so we have to do it as soon as possible." Zhang Bohua said solemnly.

"What are you going to do?" Wang Yinchang breathed a sigh of relief, leaned forward and said, "To complete the coffin nail, you need the ability to connect, but you can't find it now."

It had been a long time since he had experienced such a thrilling encounter, especially one that was just one step away from death, so it took him a long time to settle down.

Zhang Dong's eyes moved slightly and said: "If we still follow the method of the first coffin nail, then we must have the ability to connect, but now I have a new idea."

"You want to use Luo Qian as a connection?" Zhang Bohua raised his eyebrows and saw what he was thinking.

Zhang Dong nodded: "Luo Qiandong's tomb soil is originally connected to the cemetery, but because he is a living person, he cannot directly connect to it. Otherwise, the consciousness of the living person will disappear due to the severe supernatural erosion, and he will become the person just now. He is so indistinguishable from the enemy to the enemy, and as time goes by, he will completely turn into a ghost."

"So a third party is needed between Luo Qian and the cemetery to weaken this connection while ensuring that the connection is not interrupted. This requires a nail in the coffin."

He stared at the coffin nails on Luo Qian's chest again and again, thinking about how to structure the relationship between the three to achieve the desired effect.

Zhang Bohua suddenly said: "Let the cemetery establish a connection with the coffin nails, and then use the special characteristics of Luo Qian's grave soil to establish a connection with the coffin nails, then both the coffin nails and Luo Qian will have the power of the entire cemetery, and Luo Qian will Qian still won’t lose his consciousness as a living person.”

"Not a bad idea." Luo Wensong's eyes relaxed slightly and he expressed his appreciation for this plan.

Zhang Dong added: "If this method is feasible, then Luo Qian's life is tied to the coffin nails. As long as the coffin nails are not damaged, he can use the supernatural powers of the cemetery without restriction. At the same time, the suppressive power of the coffin nails will also More than the first one.”

This is a special connection.

The cemetery, Luo Qian, and Coffin Nails form a three-legged situation, but Luo Qian is obviously more fragile and needs to take into account the consciousness of the living. This requires Coffin Nails to suppress too many supernatural beings from the cemetery.

"Then from now on, the suppression of Luo Qian's grave soil can actually be understood as the same suppression as the coffin nails?" Li Qingzhi asked.

"No, there is not just one coffin nail, but many." Zhang Bohua said lightly, "Every one of his grave soil supernatural beings comes from the cemetery. They are the same as the coffin nails, and their suppressive power is far greater than when he was a stranger. What’s more, he can also stack.”

As soon as these words came out, everyone was a little shocked.

Even Luo Wensong's eyes wrinkled deeply.

What is the concept of many coffin nails?
The suppressive power of a coffin nail is unparalleled, and it is enough to nail any solid ghost. Luo Qian's grave soil supernatural power and the coffin nail come from the same source, so he can naturally show such strength.

But not only does he only have one copy of the grave soil, he can also superimpose it. As long as he is given time to superimpose it, the terrifying power that bursts out will be enough to bury everything.

Zhang Dong was also a little shocked, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart that maybe this is the true strength of the graveyard master.

Within the scope of Luo Qian's supernatural power, all it takes is one encounter and he will be completely buried in an old grave. The power that suppresses the target is no longer just grave soil, but an endless cemetery.

"What a terrifying power. Maybe if you want to deal with him, you can only attack that coffin nail." Chen Zhijiang also clicked his tongue in wonder.

Since there is a coffin nail between Luo Qian and the cemetery, his power is also transferred through the coffin nail, so the only weakness is the coffin nail. As long as this nail is blocked, his strength will naturally be greatly reduced.

But the coffin nail is a supernatural item, and its power is ridiculously strong, so there is almost no possibility of it being blocked.

"Okay, the plan has been determined, we can start." Zhang Dong said solemnly, and then prepared to transfer regularly.

Wang Yin did not hesitate and immediately took out the forging tools from the bag he carried with him.

The same as the first coffin nail, once the second nail is connected to the cemetery, the huge supernatural power will also affect the nail itself, so he needs to start forging it immediately to hammer the nail until the strength is not unbalanced. .

The temporary stove swelled instantly under the nourishment of the ashes, and the fire spread everywhere, dispelling the coldness around it.

next moment.

Everyone took a step back, waiting for Zhang Dong to start changing the rules.

He frowned and immediately used the law transfer.

"The connection ability between the grave soil exists in Luo Qian, now I need to transfer it to the coffin nail."

After thinking briefly.

He raised his hand and pointed it at Luo Qian, who fell into silence.

next second.

The connection patterns from the tomb soil entered Zhang Dong's pattern pool, and a dark cemetery emerged in his mind. There were countless old graves in the cemetery. The old graves were of different sizes, some were incomplete, and the buried ghosts were hidden. It means to break free.

At the same time, the suppressive force from the cemetery acted on Zhang Dong, and he once again experienced the pain of making coffin nails for the first time.

But the pain this time is far greater than before, the cemetery is infinite, and the power is not comparable to that of Taiping Town.

The coldness gathered around Zhang Dong and refused to dissipate, and his vision changed. From his perspective, the scene in front of him was no longer the scene of the cemetery, but darkness, and the unsolvable oppression made him unable to breathe. , the whole person seemed to be buried in a grave.

But with this first experience, Zhang Dong immediately transferred the law and imposed it on the coffin nail without waiting for the law ghost to become too restless.

The suffocating feeling of depression suddenly disappeared.

"Quick!" Zhang Bohua shouted immediately upon seeing this.

Wang Yin was startled by this shout. Without any hesitation, he immediately grabbed the coffin nails and started forging them.

But just by touching it, the nails on the coffin couldn't stop overflowing with grave soil, and the coffin itself became a hot potato, as if it was impossible to touch.

Zhang Dong's eyes narrowed and he immediately wiped away the overflowing grave soil from the nails.

When Wang Yin saw this, without saying a word, he picked up the nails and threw them into the furnace. The flames burned the coffin nails and burned all the remaining grave soil on them.

soon.

The red coffin nails were taken out, and then Wang Yin picked up the hammer and hammered hard.

"Dangdangdang!"

The sound of hammering iron can be heard endlessly.

While Wang Yin was forging, Zhang Dong came to Luo Qian and looked at him intently.

At this time, the grave soil on Luo Qian's body seemed to be receding, and began to retract under the human skin, falling into silence again.

"Won't he die after leaving the rules of the grave soil?" Zhang Bohua asked slightly worriedly.

Zhang Dong said: "I only transferred the connection rules between the grave soil, and did not take away the rules of the grave soil, so he is now back to the previous state. After the coffin nails are completely forged, this induction between the grave soil will Re-established, at that time, Luo Qian will still be Luo Qian, but the source of his power is not only the supernatural grave soil on his body, but the cemetery."

"Just like my hatchet." Li Qingzhi said, holding the hatchet tightly. "The power of the hatchet is actually very weak, but its source comes from the past and is superimposed by the restart ghost's continuous restarts."

"Yes, without the coffin nails as a medium, Luo Qian is actually very fragile."

Zhang Dong said solemnly, and then he breathed a long sigh of relief, as if a stone had fallen from his heart.

The intensive sound of hammering lasted for several minutes before it stopped. The red-hot coffin nail also returned to its cold color and turned into a rusty appearance.

It's just that there are not only rust stains on its surface, but also traces of burnt grave soil.

When the nail was completely forged, Luo Qian also woke up from his sleep.

He opened his dead eyes, got up from the ground, looked at everyone with his lifeless eyes, and only moved his lips slightly when he saw the hole:
"Zhang Dong. How long have I slept?"

Zhang Dong looked solemnly and said: "The ghost gathering is over. We imprisoned Huang Quan. Now Taiping Town has returned to normal."

"That's such a pity." Luo Qian's eyes were wandering, as if he was a little disappointed, and he immediately raised his hands to look at it.

The hands stained with the stench of grave soil were so old that their original appearance was almost invisible. The grave soil attached to the dark brown skin seemed to be alive, spreading and seeping like worms.

"I can feel this cemetery, but there is a nail in front of it blocking me." Luo Qian sounded very cold and looked at the coffin nail in Zhang Dong's hand.

"This nail has unbreakable suppressive power. Just like you, its power comes from this cemetery." Zhang Dong handed it to him.

Luo Qian felt a familiar smell on this nail.

"It's incredible. It's like my second life. No, it's me. As long as it still exists, my power will not be lost." He held the coffin nail in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully, his brows deep. Wrinkled.

"So now we can call you the graveyard master." Zhang Bohua said with a faint smile.

"Cemetery owner?"

Luo Qian lowered his forehead slightly, then turned to look at the dim cemetery, noticing the glimmer of light at the end of his field of vision.

"There should be no hope in this cemetery. It represents death, so let it go dark again!"

Luo Qian said, raising his hand and aiming it at the skyline, palm upward, activating the supernatural power in the cemetery.

The light suddenly dimmed, and the cemetery that originally had some light fell completely into darkness.

"Let's go back to Taiping Town."

immediately.

He looked in another direction again, his eyes suddenly becoming serious.

The channel between the supernatural place and reality was opened, and an illusory picture suddenly appeared in the endless cemetery. The picture was of the peaceful Taiping Town. It looked unreal from a distance, but the busy residents of Taiping Town in the picture were... Proving that this is not an illusion, but actually exists.

Everyone's hearts trembled, and they were filled with admiration for Luo Qian's strength.

Li Qingzhi, in particular, recalled what happened in the story world of human skin paper.

At that time, the human skin controlled the supernatural power of the grave soil, and it had exerted its supernatural power to this extent. The power it unleashed was so terrifying that even thousands of ghosts could not cope with it.

But on the other hand, even the human skin paper who became the owner of the cemetery at that time could only be easily imprisoned when he met Zhang Dong. It is enough to show that Zhang Dong's strength at that period had exceeded that of the entire cemetery.

Thinking of this, Li Qingzhi looked at Zhang Dong with even more admiration.

(End of this chapter)