The Mysterious Resurrection of the Past of the Republic of China

Chapter 158 Crazy revenge

After Zhang Bohua completed the puzzle of his ghost brain, he could see the potential in Meng Xiaodong with just one glance.

Her psychic ability allows her to travel through different timelines, obtain information about other worlds, and then bring her back to her own world.

However, this method is highly dangerous and uncertain, and it is easy to get lost in it.

Therefore, it needs to be optimized and improved. If successful, then the old Qin who can predict the future in the original work will be born.

At this moment.

While everyone was thinking about how to improve this ability, the bronze mirror on Luo Wensong's chest vibrated, which meant that members of the Supernatural Society had an emergency that needed to be communicated.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Dong signaled everyone to be quiet, and everyone's eyes focused on Luo Wensong.

"what happened?"

The ghost controller in the bronze mirror said hastily: "President, the people of the God-killing Cult have taken action. They have penetrated into various places across the country and started to use supernatural powers on civilians. My team was stopped by the opponent's ghost domain. Now I’m the only one left.”

"Teams in other places were also attacked. They were roughly divided into four directions: east, west, north, and south. There were members of the God-killing Cult in each place."

At this point, the image of the bronze mirror began to flicker, and the voice became intermittent, making it impossible to hear clearly what was being said.

This man's face was covered with blood, and his expression was extremely ferocious, as if he had suffered some kind of terrible supernatural event.

Luo Wensong saw a pair of terrifying dead hands behind his head tightly grabbing half of his head, and a terrifying shadow emerged behind him.

Then, something supernatural affected the communication, and the image of the bronze mirror suddenly disappeared.

"You bastard!" Li Qingzhi looked furious and slapped the table with such force that the whole building shook.

"They actually attacked civilians, these sons of bitches!" Zhou Sheng'an couldn't bear his temper any longer, and stared at the missing bronze mirror.

"Brother! We can't wait any longer!" Li Qingzhi gritted his teeth and looked at Zhang Dong and said.

"Matters in the supernatural circle should be solved by the supernatural circle. What's the point of dealing with ordinary people??" Zhang Bohua, who has always been calm, also said sharply.

Obviously, Zhang Dong's sneak attack on the headquarters of the God-Slaying Cult ushered in crazy revenge from the other party, and he began to attack civilians without any bottom line.

Even if there are ghost masters among the civilians, they cannot resist the opponent's attack.

Everyone looked at Zhang Dong, waiting for his words.

Zhang Dong's face was particularly gloomy, and a burst of fire rushed to the top of his head. It would not be an exaggeration to describe him as furious at this moment.

"Everyone is ready to set off immediately. Divide into four teams and block each other from the four directions of southeast, northwest and northwest. If you don't need to survive, I will punish them to death."

"Zhang Bohua's plan will be discussed later. Now that the other party has not used the ghost train, we will target the members of the God-killing Cult first."

"Luo Qian and Zhou Sheng'an are in the same team, Luo Wensong and Li Qing are in the first team, Chen Zhijiang and Wang Haiyi are in the first team, Meng Xiaodong and I are in the first team, and Zhang Bohua is going to drive a bus to carry the ghost masters of Taiping Town."

"understand!"

Everyone said categorically, determined to face death.

Before departure.

Meng Xiaodong distributed two weird scapegoat dolls to everyone. These dolls were brought by her from other worlds. They have the function of surrogate death and can be put to great use.

Secondly, everyone brought their own supernatural items to prepare for sudden accidents.

Zhang Bohua also made many copies of Chinese medicine. Although the resurrection of the ghost is not a big problem in this level of confrontation, it is still better than nothing.

Luo Wensong prepared bronze mirrors for everyone to contact immediately, so that they could call for help immediately in case of danger.

The strange puppet toy that Zhang Dong obtained at the ghost market was also handed over to Meng Xiaodong. Her invasion ability can be superimposed on the puppet toy's mortal supernatural being, which can be regarded as an offensive method.

As for Zhou Sheng'an, Chen Zhijiang, Li Qingzhi and others, they have already adjusted their condition and are ready to go.

Standing at the entrance of Taiping Town, Zhang Dong glanced at everyone with a cold gaze.

In his field of vision, hundreds of ghost controllers from Taiping Town were looking at him with dazzling eyes. The timid and fearful look before them was no longer there.

This struggle comes from abroad and is fought for the sake of the country. No one has the thought of retreating.

Zhang Dong said coldly: "Everyone, the future of our country depends entirely on you."

The residents of Taiping Town all showed firm eyes and obeyed the order and got on the modified supernatural bus. Zhang Bohua in the driver's seat nodded slightly to Zhang Dong and immediately started the vehicle and submerged into the ghost realm.

Subsequently.

Everyone used their supernatural powers to leave Taiping Town and headed for their intended destination. "Let's go." Zhang Dong motioned for Meng Xiaodong to follow him, then turned and stepped onto the small muddy path. "Our goal is the north, where the situation is the most serious."

Meng Xiaodong followed him silently, his expression particularly solemn.

This fight will be unprecedented. Everyone has reached the level of Quasi-Seven Elders, and the confrontation will undoubtedly be very painful.

But they have no way out and can only bite the bullet. Victory will always belong to those who survive to the end.

Ghostland is fast.

Li Qingzhi and Luo Wensong rushed to the west in just a few minutes. This place is deep inland, and everywhere they look is high loess slopes, sparsely populated.

But there are also many sporadic villages here. They fled to this place full of death in order to avoid the war. Even so, the members of the God-killing Cult still did not give up hunting them.

Members code-named Cowboy and Clown had already slaughtered the village within a hundred miles, and there were thick black shadows everywhere, all of which were formed after living human bodies were contaminated with that terrifying supernatural power.

Many dead bodies were hung upside down from telephone poles at the entrance of the village. Their faces were pale, their skins were covered with corpse spots, and their lives had long been taken away by nooses around their ankles.

The shadows crawl on the loess, and when viewed from a high altitude, they are densely packed, like corpse spots growing on the ground.

A scene of devastation.

A strange, thin figure was jumping up and down on the road in a certain village, its terrifying eyes looking around, looking for any surviving people.

From time to time, he would let out a creepy sneer, and every time he reached a house, he would put his arm into the shadow of the corner, and then use some kind of supernatural power to infect this normal darkness.

Followed.

This darkness was affected by the supernatural, and began to move spontaneously away from the building, continuing to look for the living people hiding.

In the back room on the first floor of a certain building, there was an old wardrobe piled in the corner. The cabinet was mottled with several large holes as thick as a finger.

Hidden in the cabinet was a mother and daughter. They were frightened by the strange supernatural power just now, and now they were hiding inside and shivering.

Especially this little girl, who was only four or five years old, kept choking. She covered her ears with both hands and huddled up in her mother's arms, not daring to move for fear of making a sound and being found by the shadows outside.

The woman's face was also pale and full of tears, but she was still trying hard to control herself from crying. She covered the little girl's eyes with one hand and her own mouth with the other, not daring to look at the situation outside through the gap in the wardrobe.

At this moment, the air was filled with despair.

"Uuuu. Mom, will we die? Is daddy dead?"

The little girl said in a crying tone, her voice trembling, mixed with infinite fear.

She just saw with her own eyes a one-meter-tall black shadow attacking her father. After his father clung to that shadow, it melted as if being roasted by high temperatures, and instantly turned into a new shadow.

If her mother hadn't led her to run fast, she would have become a new shadow by now.

"Don't be afraid of the child. Mom is here and everything will be fine." The woman said in a panic. Although she was also afraid, as a mother, she still tried to comfort her.

How she longed for someone to help their mother and daughter.

But the reality is cruel.

The two of them suddenly heard the door of the house being opened, and a strange sound came into the back room. The sound made people shiver, like a ghost talking.

"I found you~"

Then, there was a sneer that made people's eardrums hurt.

"what!"

The little girl's psychological defense could no longer bear it at this moment. She covered her ears and screamed loudly, frantically venting her fear.

The woman's heart tightened, and she instantly realized that death was coming.

Weird shadows crawled on the ground like ink. When they came to the closet, they began to spontaneously break away from the ground, forming a thin figure.

The figure suddenly sneered, stretched out two blackened arms and opened the cabinet door.

"Ha ha!"

The penetrating voice sounded, and the light in front of the mother and daughter dimmed instantly. Just like their lives, there was no hope of it lighting up again.

At this moment, the frightened woman saw a burly man standing behind the thin figure.

His face was cold and terrifying, his burly figure was like a mountain that made people feel at ease, and the hatchet in his hand was so sharp that it could almost split the air.

And behind him stood a tall black figure as well.
(End of this chapter)