The Mysterious Resurrection of the Past of the Republic of China

Chapter 142 Looking for someone in the ghost closet
While Zhang Dong and the others were dealing with the anomalies in Taiping Town, Zhang Bohua took Li Qingzhi back to the medical clinic.

"Your clothes are very strange. There are many traces of supernatural attacks on them, which makes the clothes have extremely high suppressive power, but the damage on them seems to have stayed and did not explode." Zhang Bohua frowned and looked at Li Qingzhi. said the shroud.

Li Qingzhi said: "It should be the reason for restarting the ghost. The supernatural powers on the clothes can't work on me."

"It is like a storage item that can store the damage that has been suffered. When waiting for the driver to use it, it can be reflected back on the target that attacks the driver."

After Zhang Bohua used his ghost brain to detect it, he thought it was a supernatural item that could rebound damage. The damage he usually suffered would accumulate and explode at a certain moment.

As for the timing of the outbreak, it should be decided by the driver, or the moment of its recovery.

However, due to the restart ghost in Li Qingzhi, it would be restarted every time it wanted to explode, so it has been silent for a long time and has been accumulating supernatural power.

"Forget it, these clothes have no effect on me for the time being, and I can't take them off. I can only wear them like this." Li Qingzhi said.

Zhang Bohua said no more, and after returning to the hospital, he used his spiritual power to take out the ghost cabinet.

"Brother asked me to use this thing to find where Meng Xiaodong is."

“I always feel like this thing is not that accessible.”

He stood the ghost cabinet in the corner and squinted at it.

The haunted cupboard looks ordinary, like an old object.

The first floor is a lattice cabinet grate, with many square holes formed by horizontal and vertical wooden bars. It is pitch black inside and it is impossible to see clearly what is inside.

The lower floor is the cabinet door, which is tightly closed.

After a cursory glance, Zhang Bohua saw that the cabinet on the lower floor was the channel for transactions, and that there was a ghost hidden in the wooden grille above.

"Some kind of force is blocking my supernatural detection, preventing me from seeing the ghost's information clearly, but I at least know that it relies on human desire to trade. The stronger the desire, the higher its supernatural power."

Zhang Bohua thought secretly and opened the cabinet door on the upper floor.

"crunch~"

There was a squeezing sound of old wood, and the cabinet door opened.

The cabinet was so dark that I couldn't see my fingers, as if there was a thick black mist shrouding it, and no light could shine in. Moreover, the black mist seemed to be spreading outward, as if it was eroding everything around it.

"How do I use this thing?"

Li Qingzhi came up and said that he always felt that contact with these intelligent ghosts was not a good thing.

"Write your purpose on the note and hand it in. The ghost inside will help you achieve it, but you also need to pay two prices of the same level to help it complete its purpose." Zhang Bohua explained .

"Then can I understand that the reason why it knows so many things is because it has made too many transactions before and has already recorded a lot of information." Li Qingzhi said in surprise.

"It is not impossible to understand it this way. It is a ghost that constantly collects information. Not only information, it can also house many evil ghosts or other things. Over time, it will give people a feeling of omniscience and omnipotence. "Zhang Bohua nodded.

"It's a cunning thing, if you trade two for one, you'll still make money." Li Qingzhi's expression condensed, and he unconsciously raised the hatchet in his hand.

"Let me chop it open, pull out that ghost, and see if it still dares to be so presumptuous!"

Zhang Bohua's mouth twitched: "Although it has certain intelligence, it cannot be threatened by you like this. It is a ghost."

Immediately.

He pulled out a piece of paper and wrote a sentence on it with a delicate pen.

"Where did Meng Xiaodong go?"

However, when Zhang Bohua had just put the note in front of the cabinet door on the upper floor, a black and very slender hand suddenly stretched out from the darkness of the cabinet door, grabbed the note and pulled it into the darkness.

"Oh shit!"

Li Qingzhi was suddenly startled by this small hand, and his burly body took two steps back uncontrollably, almost leaving the hospital.

"This guy"

Zhang Bohua's face darkened, and then he looked at the ghost closet again, waiting for the ghost inside to respond.

As the note was sent in, the grilled cabinet door above suddenly closed, and then there was an unusual movement in the ghost closet, as if something was smashed inside.

After a moment.

The cabinet door on the second floor suddenly opened, and a piece of paper with the same appearance was blown out by some force.

After taking the note, the two of them squinted at it.

"Tell me where Huang Quan is being held~"

The twisted fonts looked like they were written by a ghost, and the black writing looked like it was made of black blood.

"Oh shit!"

Li Qingzhi's face became angry when he saw it. He stuck the hatchet on the ground, stretched out his thick arm and reached into the cupboard. The superimposed ghost shadow adhered to the surface of the skin like thick ink, forcibly breaking the barrier of the black mist.The next second.

He groped for an extremely smooth and thin body in the ghost closet. He pulled out the body with all his strength and threw it on the ground.

The ghost in the ghost closet can be described as a briquette. It curled up and looked like a two or three-year-old child. It kept rolling on the ground, trying to crawl back into the ghost closet.

Li Qingzhi grabbed its thin legs and lifted it in the air.

"Damn shit!"

"Okay, if you damage this cabinet, I won't let you go!" Zhang Bohua said sternly.

Li Qingzhi narrowed his eyes and finally let go.

Once free, the ghost quickly crawled back into the darkness of the haunted closet.

"boom!"

The two cabinet doors slammed shut, and the ghost closet fell into silence again.

Zhang Bohua rolled his eyes at Li Qingzhi, then picked up the note and looked at it.

"It wants to know where Huang Quan is, maybe because it was once an item of Huang Quan, so it wants to find him."

"My eldest brother has worked so hard to imprison Huang Quan. How can this shabby cupboard know about a supernatural event that has been going on for 70 years?" Li Qingzhi said.

"Indeed, so we have to change the way of asking, not so directly, otherwise the requirements will be very high." Zhang Bohua thought about it and wrote another note.

"When can Meng Xiaodong come back?"

But when he tried to put the note back into the first cabinet door, he found that the cabinet door was tightly closed and could not be opened.

"This guy actually refused to trade."

He frowned and said.

"Damn shit!"

Li Qingzhi's temper suddenly spiked. He picked up the hatchet and pressed it against the cabinet door. The sharp blade easily penetrated into the wood, and he could completely split the cabinet with just a little force.

at this time.

The ghost cupboard seemed to feel the threat and took the initiative to open the cupboard door with a snap.

The smooth little hand stretched out in an instant and snatched away the note from Zhang Bohua's hand. Then the cabinet door closed, and the unusual movement sounded again.

"Those who bully the weak are afraid of the strong. Don't toast and be fined with wine." Li Qingzhi said coldly before taking back the hatchet.

Zhang Bohua's face turned dark and he immediately stared at the ghost closet.

After a while.

The second floor cabinet door opened, and a note floated out.

"Three days."

There were two crooked black words written on the note. The content was very simple, stating that Meng Xiaodong would be back in three days.

"Three days?" Zhang Bohua thought, frowning deeply, "The ghost closet said she would come back in three days, but she didn't say whether she would come back alive or dead. This is a trap hidden in the words. Maybe she will come back. It’s not necessarily Meng Xiaodong who comes back from the dead ghost.”

"You bastard is actually playing word games." Li Qingzhi pressed the hatchet against the cabinet door again.

"Snapped!"

The cabinet door opened again, and a second note floated out.

"Alive."

Ghost Cabinet chose to add information in an attempt to resolve the misunderstanding between the two parties.

"That's pretty much it." Li Qingzhi's eyes relaxed slightly and he put away the hatchet.

Zhang Bohua's mood was very complicated at the moment. Looking at the burly body next to him, he suddenly understood what it means to have strong limbs and a simple mind.

But it has to be said that Li Qingzhi's threat was quite effective.

"Now we just need to wait patiently for Meng Xiaodong to come back." Zhang Bohua said lightly.

"I always feel that what this bastard said is unreliable." Li Qingzhi looked at the ghost closet with a cold face, his look seemed to say: Don't play tricks, or I will really split you open.

"Okay, tell brother about this. We have to go to the town entrance and wait for Mr. Liu to drive the bus back." Zhang Bohua turned and left, ignoring the ghost closet.

After the two left, the closed door of the ghost closet suddenly opened again, and a note floated out from the darkness.
　Will post another chapter this afternoon

　　
　
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