The Mysterious Resurrection of the Past of the Republic of China

Chapter 141 Tombstone
Following Luo Qian's footsteps, everyone quickly left the endless cemetery and returned directly to the blacksmith shop in Taiping Town.

"This is much more convenient than taking the bus." Chen Zhijiang laughed. After returning to the familiar town, he felt much more relaxed.

"Master Liu hasn't come back yet. You go and wait for him in the town. When you come back, ask him to drive the bus to the blacksmith shop. You have to renovate the bus as soon as possible." Zhang Dong said.

"Bus?" Luo Qian asked slightly.

"A supernatural vehicle made with the Ghost as its core. It is very powerful and can travel through supernatural places. We use that thing to go to the cemetery." Zhang Bohua said.

Luo Qian nodded: "It seems that you did a lot of things while I was away."

The soil in his grave is connected to the soil in Taiping Town, and many traces of supernatural beings can be felt.

"Ghost Ji has caused a lot of damage to Taiping Town, and there are still some areas in the town that have not been repaired." Zhang Dong said worriedly, "But what is more important now is not the problems left by Ghost Ji, but foreign forces."

"Are they the group of foreigners we met before?" Luo Qian's eyes moved, revealing a hint of murderous intent.

Li Qingzhi said: "They are just minions. Really powerful masters only appeared a few days ago. My eldest brother and Luo Wensong met them when they went to the supernatural meeting. This foreign ghost controller is very strong, almost on the same level as me. "

"Oh? I didn't expect that there are so many top ghost controllers abroad." Luo Qian's expression changed slightly and he looked at Luo Wensong again, "Are you the president of the Supernatural Society?"

Luo Wensong narrowed his eyes: "The Supernatural Society no longer exists. Ghost agents and foreign forces have swept into the headquarters. Except for those who went on missions, almost no one survived. As the president, I am just a polished commander."

"It seems like we can't let go of these foreign forces with ulterior motives." Luo Qian withdrew his gaze.

"So now we must gather all our strength quickly. The group of foreign ghost masters failed last time and will definitely not give up this time." Zhang Dong said solemnly, thinking of Meng Xiaodong.

He looked at Zhang Bohua and said: "After the bus comes back, hurry up and make the renovation with Wang Yin. The plan is as we said before. You can figure it out yourself. In addition, use the ghost closet to find the whereabouts of Meng Xiaodong. I want to Find a way to get her back quickly."

"No problem." Zhang Bohua and Wang Yin said in unison.

Immediately, the two left the place.

"Brother, I'm with Zhang Bohua. If something goes wrong with the ghost closet, I can take care of it." Li Qingzhi said, holding the hatchet tightly.

"Okay. In addition, you can help He Liansheng find some relics of powerful dead souls in the past few days. They may be used in future confrontations." Zhang Dong patted his shoulder and said.

"I've always been doing it." Li Qingzhi replied, and immediately used Ghost Domain to leave.

After giving all these instructions, Zhang Dong looked at Luo Qian again.

"Next, you must become familiar with this power as soon as possible. The cemetery is a supernatural place, and you can play a great role."

Luo Qian nodded, his eyes suddenly shrank, and he looked in a certain direction in the town.

"There's a problem there."

Zhang Dong's expression changed and he immediately used Xiaolu's supernatural power.

The three of them quickly stepped onto the path and headed to the place where Luo Qian said there was an abnormality.

soon.

They came to a remote shop in the town, which was a carpenter's shop. There were many wooden furniture piled at the door of the shop. Some of them were already finished and polished to a bright shine, while others were very rough and had just been made into prototypes.

But the workers were gone, and there was no sound of sawing wood in the house.

"behind."

Luo Qian said coldly and came to the back of the carpenter's shop.

In the dense forest, a strange tombstone came into view.

The tombstone is of foreign style. It looks like it is made of marble. The surface is somewhat smooth, but it is full of gaps, as if it were scratched out by sharp claws. It looks very penetrating.

There was a line of crooked English engraved on the surface of the tombstone. These words were connected with the scratches, and some of them were unclear.

A few meters away from the tombstone, a man wearing a carpenter's uniform was lying quietly, without any trace of life.

Apparently there is some kind of curse on this tombstone, and anyone who comes near it will die.Zhang Dong frowned and recalled a foreign ghost master he met at the headquarters of the Supernatural Society.

He was dressed in rags, like a beggar, but he exuded a terrifying supernatural aura.

He is a very high level ghost controller.

"It's the supernatural method of the foreign ghost controller." Luo Wensong frowned deeply, "They have already started to attack Taiping Town. These bastards don't dare to confront us head-on, but they use these insidious methods."

Luo Qian thought about it, and a look of interest appeared on the dead man's face.

Immediately.

He raised his hand and controlled the supernatural formation of the grave soil.

A large amount of foul-smelling grave soil emerged from the soil and began to flow towards the tombstone, with the implicit intention of burying it.

But just a little closer, the grave soil seemed to have lost its strength and could not be maintained, and it fell to the ground in an instant.

"There is some superimposed supernatural power on the tombstone."

After a brief trial, Luo Qian came to a conclusion, which also aroused his interest.

As the supernatural power of the grave soil intensified, more grave soil emerged, and the small woods behind the tombstones turned into a dark cemetery in an instant.

The ground was covered with a thick layer of grave soil at some point, and other grave soil emerged from the supernatural place, spreading along the junction of reality and illusion, with the potential to corrode everything.

"This tombstone is very strong, but it's not enough for me." Luo Qian's eyes moved slightly, his palms upward, and he raised them slightly, using the power of the endless cemetery.

A terrifying supernatural force instantly acted on the tombstone, and the entire marble structure cracked instantly. A stream of black blood first oozed out of the crack, and was then replaced by grave soil.

However, Luo Qian's supernatural powers didn't stop there. He looked at it intently, and a blank stone tablet belonging to him emerged from the ground. He crushed the original tombstone and erected it in that position.

The color of this stone tablet is easy to distinguish, it is off-white, and it is covered with grave soil. The outline of the grave soil forms a blank area, waiting for the name of the deceased to be written.

"It turns out that the owner of this tombstone is called a believer."

Luo Qian said, strode over, stretched out his black nails and started carving names on his stone tablet.
at the same time.

In a conference room abroad, a dozen gloomy figures were sitting around a round table, plotting something. At the head of the round table was the priest, and at his feet knelt a strange, skinny figure.

This figure was wearing tattered clothes, with a dead face hidden under the clothes. Only the terrifying eyes revealed as he looked around. He was obviously the owner and believer of the tombstone.

Suddenly.

A bad premonition welled up in his heart and quickly spread throughout his body. His field of vision also changed. It was no longer a quiet conference room, but an endless dark cemetery.

The believer's eyes suddenly expanded, and he subconsciously looked up at the priest, but he only saw a dark space, and soon felt the ground collapse again.

The ground was covered with a layer of smelly grave soil at some point. Many charred dead arms stretched out from the grave soil and directly grabbed the clothes on his body.

"save!"

Before he could cry out, a strong pulling force acted on him, and half of his body sank into the grave soil.

at this time.

A huge figure of the pastor suddenly appeared in the dark sky of the cemetery. He was holding a Bible and praying with a cold face. He stretched out his other arm, trying to pull him out across the cemetery.

But the cemetery only existed for more than ten seconds and then disappeared. The barrier between illusion and reality could not be broken. The priest's figure disappeared, and everything was submerged in darkness.

And behind the carpenter shop in Taiping Town.

Luo Qian had already finished carving his name and took back his hand.

A huge old tomb appeared in front of him. On the stone tablet in front of the old tomb, the name of the believer stood out.

(End of this chapter)