The Mysterious Resurrection of the Past of the Republic of China

Chapter 176 Chasing the Medium
The cursed ones among the members of the God-killing Cult are suspected of using the power of the supernatural land to pull Luo Wensong and Li Qingzhi into the maze of death.

Here, after the two met Meng Xiaodong.The person who learned of the curse had fled.

now.

The three of them quickly moved towards the center of the maze. Li Qingzhi's hatchet could easily split the high wall of the maze, while Luo Wensong could expand a wooden door in the wall gap that was only two centimeters wide. The high wall was no longer an obstacle. Combining the route in Meng Xiaodong's memory, they quickly reached the center of the maze.

"Not long ago, I was in front of this high wall waiting for it to open on its own, because the cursed person was hiding inside, and this wall would disappear over time." Meng Xiaodong recalled the previous failure experience , "After the wall disappeared, hundreds of me instantly invaded the cursed man's body, but did not completely kill him, because there were many radios representing him, and some of them were in the hands of other members of the God-killing Cult. Here, some of my clones who invaded the past were killed directly."

Luo Wensong said in surprise: "In addition to killing the source of the curse, do we also need to destroy all the radios at the same time to completely kill him?"

"Indeed." Meng Xiaodong nodded, "I don't know how many radios this guy hid outside. I used so many substitutes but couldn't completely eliminate them. Then he wiped out the media, and only the last radio escaped. ."

"The last one should be the radio in the clown's hand," Li Qingzhi said solemnly, raising the hatchet in his hand. "He fled to the inland where the clown was, and he also rescued the clown and sent us both into this place. maze."

"But what he doesn't know is that by letting me enter this maze, his life has also entered a countdown."

The ghost shadow suddenly spread out, covering the small open space instantly, the ground turned into black, and the light dimmed.

Meng Xiaodong and Luo Wensong suddenly felt a coldness lingering on them. These superimposed ghosts were quickly detecting the remaining footprints on the ground. If they found just one, they could completely end the life of the cursed person.

In Li Qingzhi's field of vision.

A haggard figure emerged. He looked like a down-and-out man in his thirties or forties, lying on his side on the ground with damaged radio parts piled around him. The figure was still tinkering with a new radio in his hands.

The old radio made a rustling sound as he turned it, and a few faint calls for help came from it, but the calls for help were quickly drowned by the white noise and turned into a strange sneer.

Apparently, this member of the god-killing cult known as the Damned affects reality in this way.

The radio is his only way to contact the outside world, and it is also a trace of his existence. Now this trace has become a way to kill himself.
"Send you on your way."

Li Qingzhi's face darkened, he raised his hatchet and struck at the curser in sight.

at the same time.

Western Interior.

A thin figure wearing a round hat was walking in the desolate desert. His two legs looked a little uncoordinated, as if they were unfamiliar with each other. His left leg took a step forward, and his right leg just passed. It took him three seconds to react, but by now his left leg had already continued to move forward.

This caused him to fall down every few steps, and it was very difficult to get up because not only his two legs, but also his two arms had difficulty cooperating with each other.

"Fake!"

The clown cursed angrily, knelt on the ground and punched the sand hard, and an old radio in his arms fell to the ground.

The radio made a rustling sound, and after a burst of white noise, the voice of the curser sounded:

"Come on! You loser! You actually took me hiking in this desert. I really shouldn't have put my last chance on you. As a result, I lost contact with the pastor and am still trapped here."

"There's something wrong with my supernatural power, and I can't use the ghost realm." The clown gritted his teeth. Although he was a little unconvinced, he still chose to humble himself, "Give me a little more time, and I can use the ghost realm after my body returns to normal." left."

"I advise you to hurry up. The priest will clean up all the waste that is useless to the God-killing Cult."

suddenly.

The complaint from the Curse suddenly stopped and was replaced by a piercing scream.

"Ah!~"

The sound startled the clown, and his heart suddenly froze, and he stared at the radio in his hand.

The screams of the cursed person kept ringing in the radio, as if being chased by something terrible. The heart-rending sound gradually became smaller, as if it was getting farther and farther in the radio, and soon disappeared. "what the hell??"

The clown saw with his own eyes that the old radio quickly faded, the metal corners were rusty, the wooden body was aged and mottled, and the entire radio quickly turned into a pile of rot.

"died?"

Although he didn't know what happened to the curser, the clown had a vague premonition and suspected that the curser had died.

However, the characteristic of this guy is that he is very difficult to die. There are clone radios hidden in many places that can be reborn. At the same time, not even the priest has seen his true body. He only appears in the form of a radio.

No one knows where his true identity is hidden, let alone killing him, which is almost impossible.

"This guy deserves to die."

The clown's horrifying eyes stared at the rotting things on the ground and said coldly, seeming to be venting some kind of resentment and dissatisfaction. It was obvious that he was already displeased by the cursers.

Regardless of whether he was dead or not, the movement just now showed that the cursed man must have suffered some terrible attack.

The same is true.

The rusty hatchet fell, and Li Qingzhi easily cut off the shadow of the curser. The body of this desolate man nestled in the corner was now separated, and his head fell to the ground and rolled for a long time before stopping.

Different from the usual situation where a hatchet dismembers the medium from a distance, Li Qingzhi's knife does not seem to be hitting the medium, but more like hitting a living person. The real touch and the resistance brought by flesh and blood make this phantom appear. More and more real.

In the past, after the hatchet killed the medium, the shadow would disappear quickly, but today the curser did not disappear, but showed a very real feedback.

The head fell to the ground, blood splattered everywhere, and the body became more and more real. The looming shadow began to no longer be transparent, but revealed a somewhat dim color.

This scene made Luo Wensong and Meng Xiaodong equally vigilant. They also saw the abnormal changes in the media.

After ten seconds.

The severed corpse of the cursed person completely emerged, lying motionless on the cold ground. His skin instantly turned pale, and patches of corpses appeared.

At the same time, the corpse also held an old radio in its hand, and there were a few clear coughs coming from it, but there was no longer the white noise mixed with electricity.

"Ahem~ I'm dead?"

Luo Wensong's eyes relaxed slightly: "Dead, but not completely dead yet."

"Who's talking?" the radio continued. "Where am I? It's so dark and depressing here. Who can save me?"

Meng Xiaodong frowned deeply when he saw this scene.

The Cursed One is dead, but why does he seem to be reborn?After his death, he returned to this maze and seemed to have lost his memory and supernatural powers.
"I understand." Li Qingzhi suddenly said, "It may be that the time is stored on the hatchet, coupled with the characteristics of the curser, the knife just now not only killed the current curser, but also severed the connection between him and the previous one. contact."

"So what should be on the radio right now is the Curse who just harnessed this power, and he's reborn."

The radio also heard Li Qingzhi's words: "Who is talking outside? What do you mean? Hey, can you turn on the light and be kind and rescue me? I'll treat you to a beer another day. My home is in Queens."

"Stop talking nonsense to him. The curser is dead, and this trend should be eliminated." Luo Wensong said with a solemn expression, and bent down to pick up the old radio in the corpse's hand.

next moment.

Some kind of terrifying supernatural being appeared on the radio, and the power of decay caused it to age rapidly, as if decades had passed in an instant. At the same time, a blood-curdling scream came from the radio.
"Ah!~"

(End of this chapter)