The Mysterious Resurrection of the Past of the Republic of China

Chapter 151 Castle
"Should we go now?" Zhang Bohua thought, "It's not long since their sneak attack. They will most likely relax their vigilance and not guess that we will immediately decide to counterattack."

"It can catch them by surprise."

"Bring this coffin nail, you may be able to use it." Luo Qian stretched out his palm made of grave soil and handed the coffin nail to Zhang Dong.

Zhang Dong glanced at it, did not refuse, and picked up the coffin nails.

The suppressive power of this thing is terrifying, and it can have the final say.

The strength of the opponent is unknown, and the number of people is unknown. Coffin nails can effectively and quickly reduce the number of people.

"I won't delay for too long, I will be back soon." Zhang Dong said, and immediately restarted the time at Taiping Inn.

Time quickly calibrated with reality, and this isolated space quickly returned to normal.

Then, he walked alone on the muddy path to the headquarters of the God-killing Cult.

Before leaving, he saw the old bus parked in front of the blacksmith shop. The body had been dismantled into pieces, and Wang Yin and others were working hard to renovate it.

There was also a strange money box placed among the various parts, and pieces of colorful ghost money were spat out.

"Did they finally decide to use ghost money to enhance the buses?"

Zhang Dong just glanced at it and didn't take it to heart anymore, and quickly walked forward.

Looking at his disappearing back, the others left the inn and started busy themselves.

After Zhang Dong takes the initiative this time, he will definitely face crazy revenge from the opponent, so he must be fully prepared in advance.

Luo Qian has set up many graves in every corner of Taiping Town. The grave soil can sense the supernatural power in the surrounding hundred square meters, and can also interfere with the ghost realm, leaving the people of the God-killing Cult with nowhere to hide.

Luo Wensong also used the ghost domain to rush back to the branch of the Supernatural Society, where many surviving ghost masters gathered, most of whom were using various means to find out about foreign forces.

Li Qingzhi quickly recovered from Zhang Bohua's traditional Chinese medicine and helped He Liansheng find many relics of the dead souls.

Not only them, but the residents of Taiping Town are also adjusting their status non-stop to prepare for the next confrontation.

Zhang Dong has been walking on the muddy path for more than ten minutes, and there is still no end in sight.

Since the picture of the God-killing Cult headquarters is very blurry, we only know that there is a huge stone sword on its roof, and its features are not too obvious.

Therefore, the supernatural effect of the path is very slow, and there will be forks from time to time, and this path also seems to be extremely long.

Zhang Dong was not surprised by this. Instead, he used this time to integrate the supernatural power in his body and evaluate his own strength.

"The number of law pools has reached three hundred, and the erasure ability has been greatly improved. I can also spend two hundred to create a new law, but I don't need it now. I can save it as a backup."

"Xiaolu's supernatural power and range restart ability are both terrifying, and I can also push them to their limits. There may be a linkage between the two. I have to find a chance to try it."

The most commonly used ability of the muddy path is to connect two places. It is a spiritual ability. Only the target that Zhang Dong thinks can be seen or walked up. The effect is similar to a ghost realm.

Not only that, it can also block some supernatural powers, and some medium and low-level ghost realms will be disturbed.

Coupled with the restart of the Pendulum Clock Ghost, Zhang Dong believes that the restart can be applied to the muddy path, so that this road can exert a stronger supernatural effect.

"If someone is standing on a muddy path that is about to disappear, and then I restart the path, then the path that should have disappeared will always exist in that person's field of vision. At this time, if I interrupt the end of the path, the person will It will be trapped, similar to a time and space cage.”

"And due to the supernatural presence of the blocked path, people inside will not be able to use ghost realms or other abilities to escape."

While thinking, Zhang Dong found a way to imprison powerful ghosts or ghost masters, which could isolate most supernatural means, but he was still afraid of restarting this ability.

But it is enough to deal with ordinary ghost masters and can perfectly restrain them.

At this time.

The road ahead has come to an end.

Zhang Dong raised his head slightly and saw a European-style castle appearing directly in front of him. There was a yard around the castle, and a huge stone sword was indeed erected on its roof.

"Headquarters of the God-killing Cult"

He squinted his eyes and looked at the ghost who took back the path and stood in front of the castle.

There are no buildings around the castle. It should be in a remote area of ​​a certain city. There are only a few dirty roads leading to the distance.

There is a wilderness nearby, overgrown with weeds and dead trees. It seems that the supernatural interference is too serious, causing the place to feel like it is a waste of life.

The ground was dark, as if contaminated with blood, and the road was full of potholes, as mottled and old as the walls of the castle.Just close.

Zhang Dong felt the cold atmosphere exuding in the castle yard. He looked inside through the iron gate and found many cold figures wandering in the yard, like ghosts waiting for someone to break in and trigger their murderous pattern.

Look up.

The windows and doors of the castle were sealed, and it didn't look like it was inhabited at all.

The air was eerily silent at this moment.

Opening the door, Zhang Dong walked in recklessly.

In an instant.

The two dozen cold figures in the yard all turned to look at him, their terrifying eyes were lifeless, and they felt a creepy feeling when being stared at.

"The people of the God-killing Cult should use these ghosts as early warnings, not to stop intruders. They also know very well that people who want to break in are not afraid of these things at all."

Zhang Dong squinted his eyes and strode forward, completely ignoring the twenty dozen ghosts of unknown level.

They are here to cause trouble anyway, so there is no need to sneak in secretly.

The ghosts also walked towards him, but they only took two steps before stopping, their heads hanging down feebly, and they fell into a brief paralysis.

Zhang Dong put down his right hand and went straight to the gate of the castle.

The erasure ability took effect again, and a big hole instantly broke into the old metal door.

Through the gap, Zhang Dong noticed that the ghost master inside was quickly evacuating, cursing something as he ran, as if it was sour radish, don't eat it.

"Oh!"

Zhang Dong's expression became solemn, he kicked open the incomplete door, and immediately used the magic power of the pendulum clock.

He turned the hands on his right wrist to freeze the time at this moment.

The dial can not only restart, but also pause time, just like the six-story ghost realm of Ghost Eye.

Suddenly.

Several ghost masters in the hall noticed that their legs were as heavy as lead, and they could not move a step at all. Other parts of them were also stiff, and only their consciousness was awake.

"what happened??"

"I can't move. Damn it, it's the supernatural power of the person outside the door."

"Damn!"

Within a second, they felt that the ghosts in their bodies were falling into a deep sleep, and the parts belonging to living people disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if being erased by an eraser.

Panic took over everyone's face at this moment. Before they could call for help, their consciousness fell into a deep sleep, and then their bodies quickly disappeared and became transparent.

After Zhang Dong wiped out these minions, he stared gloomily at the stairs of the hall, where a terrifying figure stood, and the figure was also observing him.

"Nice move."

The member of the God-killing Cult said in an appreciative tone, clapped his hands at the same time, and walked down the stairs step by step, completely ignoring the time pause on the dial.

"A person who can instill fear in a priest is truly extraordinary. He can kill believers from thousands of kilometers away. May I ask what you call him?"

This man was wearing an old robe, with a hat covering half of his forehead, and a dark brown scarf covering his face, revealing only a pair of terrifying eyes.

He moved slightly and soon stood a few meters away from Zhang Dong.

"The dead don't deserve to know my name." Zhang Dong's tone was particularly gloomy.

"Haha, I thought you Chinese people were all a bunch of cowards, but I didn't expect that there would be such a person who dared to come to my castle alone." The man sneered, "I will call you Night Crow. You successfully aroused my attention. If you are interested, let me feel your strength, so that I can know why the priest is so afraid of you."

"Without further ado!"

Zhang Dong's face darkened and he immediately used his erasure ability.

(End of this chapter)