The Mysterious Resurrection of the Past of the Republic of China

Chapter 160 Curse
After getting rid of the cowboy, Luo Wensong disposed of his body, immediately opened the ghost realm and entered the village, and soon joined Li Qingzhi.

"How's the situation?" Li Qingzhi said, holding a hatchet. He had just searched and found no trace of the clown.

This guy is so good at hiding that almost every inch of shadow may become his hiding place, and due to his supernatural characteristics, the ghost cannot find the clown's footprints, so it cannot dismember him from a distance.

"The cowboy is dead, so I have a scapegoat." Luo Wensong's eyes moved slightly, and he threw away the scapegoat that had been shot. After the doll lost its supernatural power, it fell to the ground, aged rapidly, festered, and disappeared.

"Yes, but it's a pity that I couldn't kill the clown. He was injured and probably hasn't left here yet." Li Qingzhi said, and immediately looked at the dead village.

There are many buildings in the village, and the number of doors can easily allow Luo Wensong to superimpose supernatural powers.

"I'll force him out, and you do it again." Luo Wensong activated his supernatural power as he spoke, and many wooden doors reacted at this moment.

"Squeak~"

All the doors moved spontaneously, as if being opened by an invisible person, and the superimposed sound resounded throughout the village.

The supernatural news that one will die if one opens the door spreads throughout every space, and abnormalities begin to appear in the nearby shadows.

The darkness is squirming, like a pool of living ink, moving spontaneously towards a safe area.

But no place in the village is safe.

"dong dong dong~"

There were dense knocks on the door, which seemed to have countless accents when superimposed. Each sound sounded exciting and accompanied by the supernatural power of death. When superimposed at this moment, the supernatural power that exploded was even more terrifying.

Followed by.

With a loud bang, all the wooden doors closed at the same time, making a huge noise as they hit the door frames.

"Ah!~"

The countless clones of clowns hidden in the village could no longer support such a supernatural attack, and the large tracts of shadow quickly disappeared.

He had already been seriously injured by the machete, and now he suffered from a fatal supernatural event. If he hadn't been an alien, he would have died by now.

But despite this, he could no longer maintain his shadow state and had to transform into a human form again.

In a certain house.

A thicker darkness rose from the ground, forming a thin human shape.

The clown wants to use the ghost realm to leave, but his body is now dismembered in two halves. There is a time difference between the two halves, and the ghost realm cannot be used normally.

Not only that, his two legs seemed to be unfamiliar with each other, and even the most basic walking would be delayed.

"Fake!"

His terrifying face showed a fierce expression, and he took out an old radio from his arms.

The metal on the radio was rusty, a few wires with exposed copper cores were exposed, and several buttons were missing. It looked like garbage picked up from a scrapyard.

But this thing exudes a strange aura all the time.

There is always a noise like electricity in its loudspeaker. If you listen carefully, you can tell that this noise is like the moan of a dying person with his last breath.

"Curse, come and support me. I'm trapped. They sent Luo Wensong and a guy with a knife. The cowboy's whereabouts are unknown. I'm not the opponent with the knife."

The clown put the radio to his mouth and spoke quickly but deliberately in a low voice.

After a while.

As the noise from the radio disappeared, a middle-aged man's vicissitudes of voice came from inside.

"You two are such trash! The information on Luo Wensong is already very clear, and the cowboy hasn't killed him yet."

The clown said sternly: "Stop talking nonsense and find a way to support us! If it's a little later, those two people will find me."

"You are a disgrace to the God-killing Cult. The priest will teach you a lesson."

call ended.

The radio returned to white tone again, but within a few seconds, an illusory black shadow penetrated from it. The members of the God-killing Cult, codenamed Curse, used some kind of supernatural power to influence the nearby area with the help of this old radio.

The black shadow was spreading and soon filled every inch of space, easily dispelling the supernatural beings who would die if they closed the door, died if they opened the door, and died if they knocked on the door.The clown's heart trembled, and he had no choice but to turn into a shadow state again. He did not want to come into contact with this phantom even at the risk of recovery.

This is a terrible curse, like the name of the curser, the radio is his image, but the real curser is everywhere.

Every member of the God-killing Cult has such a radio in their hands, and every radio is the source of curses. Therefore, in terms of numbers, the God-killing Cult is better than Taiping Town.

now.

The curse has begun to spread in the air, like a thin haze wandering freely in the quiet village. It floats along the streets and alleys, and will immediately attack anything that can move.

Moreover, this black mist can only be seen by the person holding the radio, and is completely undetectable by others.

Not even the ghost realm can stop its invasion.

now.

Luo Wensong's mortal supernatural being has been released. If nothing else goes wrong, the member of the God-killing Cult code-named Clown should be dead. Even if he is an alien, the supernatural being in his body will be in a state of death and unable to move.

The two looked at each other and quickly used Ghost Domain to search for the clown in the surrounding houses.

Such a good opportunity must be killed.

But what the two of them didn't know was that the phantom containing the curse had surrounded the entire village.
at the same time.

south.

Luo Qianzheng was walking alone in the endless cemetery. His dead face always maintained an expression, pale, gray, and lifeless.

All he could see was grave soil and endless corpses.

Due to Zhou Sheng'an's special situation, he had to sleep in a coffin for a period of time before he could regain his full strength, so this period of time on the road became his only chance to regain his strength.

At this moment, he was sleeping in his own black coffin, and then he was buried in a corner of the cemetery with the help of the power of the grave soil.

Luo Qian walked leisurely through the cemetery, his eyes slightly relaxed, and he noticed that the supernatural bus stopped at the boundary of the cemetery in front of him.

next second.

His figure appeared at the border of the cemetery.

Zhang Bohua was greeting everyone to get out of the car and be alert to the surroundings.

The bus has stalled, and everyone must get off the bus to be aware of the dangers around them. This is the intersection of many supernatural places, and there are many ghosts wandering in the dark.

"Zhang Bohua, can the bus start quickly? This will delay the battle too much." A ghost controller said anxiously.

"It's the safest place when it doesn't turn off the engine. When it turns off, it becomes the most dangerous. We have to get out of the car and wait for it to start automatically. There's no rush." ​​Zhang Bohua said unhurriedly, stroking it gently with his palm. The body of the car feels as if it is caressing some treasure.

"It's so cold in this damn place. I can feel a lot of eyes in that forest staring at us." Someone shivered suddenly and stared at the dense forest on the other side of the road.

Everyone got chills after just one glance and hurriedly looked away.

It was impossible to peer into the dense forest. There was a thick black mist shrouding the forest. It looked so gloomy that it was hard to imagine what terrible things were hiding in it.

"Get out of my graveyard first!"

At this time, Luo Qian appeared beside the bus and said.

Zhang Bohua glanced at him and said: "The bus will start in five minutes at most. It's too slow for so many people to walk through the cemetery. You don't need to worry about us."

Luo Qian nodded without responding, turned around and left immediately.

He just saw it and asked for help. Since he didn't need it, it didn't matter. Anyway, the destinations of the two were different. These ghost controllers in Taiping Town were not going to fight against the members of the God-Slaying Cult, but to deal with out-of-control ghosts and overseas demons. For ordinary ghost masters.

More importantly, he felt that there was an uninvited guest in the cemetery, so he immediately returned to the cemetery.

There were many intruders, at least thirty.

"Let me see who dares to enter my graveyard."

(End of this chapter)