The Mysterious Resurrection of the Past of the Republic of China

Chapter 208 Final Chapter The End of the Seven Elders

Note: (The figures in this book do not represent the level of the original work)

"It's time to leave."

Somewhere in a supernatural place, in an old, decadent Chinese-style house, Zhang Dong opened his eyes slightly, looking at everything in the house with his cloudy eyes.

He has been sitting here for more than decades, suppressing the most terrifying place among all supernatural places. Today, he clearly feels that the end is approaching and his time is running out.

"It's time to implement the plan." Zhang Dong stood up, pushed his favorite Taishi chair under the table, and then walked staggeringly towards the main entrance of the ancient house.

Before he could reach the door, an old man holding a cane also walked in from outside.

"Xiao Qin."

Zhang Dong nodded at him.

Mr. Qin bent down slightly and bowed: "You have decided to take this step. I know there is no point in persuading you, so let me give you another ride."

"Let's go and see my old friends again. After that, I will embark on the Yin and Yang road to solve the source of the supernatural." Zhang Dong said.

"As for what happens in the world, leave it to Yang Jian."

Mr. Qin did not raise his head and remained attached to his body: "He is my life's work, nothing will go wrong."

"but"

Zhang Dong glanced at him and said, "What did you see?"

Mr. Qin has the ability to predict things, and nothing can escape his eyes.

"I didn't see anything. I couldn't see Yang Jian in the future. Zhang Bohua told me." Mr. Qin said.

"Yang Jian is waiting for you on Yin Yang Road now."

"I understand." Zhang Dong put his hands behind his back, no longer talking, but stepped onto the old bus.

He didn't forget that he had an agreement with Yang Jian.

Give him the human skin and let it begin.

On the bus.

Mr. Qin drove the car silently, turning his head to look back from time to time, and then he would always sigh feebly, as if he was regretting something.

Zhang Dong sat in a seat by the window, looking outside all the time. His face was old and heavy, and he seemed to have no trouble at all.

In fact, he knew it very well.

This was the last time he saw the world.

After today is over, he will walk into the Yin-Yang Road with this body composed of laws, find the loophole between the supernatural world and the real world, and then fill it.

It is the existence of this loophole that allows the two worlds to intersect.

The ghost also appeared.

And this law ghost in Zhang Dong's body is the best material to repair the loopholes.

"Let me, the paper framer, make some more contributions."

Zhang Dong thought to himself, withdrew his gaze and focused on the station ahead.

The first stop was a dark cemetery with endless darkness. Guarding the cemetery was a powerful ghost controller, Luo Qian.

At this moment, Luo Qian was staying in a dilapidated wooden house, playing with his favorite teacup in his hand.

Throughout the long years, the only things that accompanied him were this cup and the shovel forgotten in the corner.

The invasion of buses naturally caught his attention.

Push open the wooden door.

The old bus just stalled.

Several strange figures vaguely appeared around. After sensing the appearance of the bus, these ghosts had the idea of ​​​​getting on the bus.

But as soon as Luo Qian appeared, these ghosts that had not yet had time to revive suddenly turned into several terrifying old graves.

In the car.

Zhang Dong walked down step by step.

"Are you leaving?" Luo Qian's voice was hoarse, harsh, and full of the desolate feeling of vicissitudes of life.

Zhang Dong nodded: "The era belonging to us old guys is coming to an end. Before that, let us make some contributions to the younger generations."

"The world is ours and theirs, but it is theirs after all." Luo Qian was straightforward, "I have prepared the grave. It just depends on which of us old guys can't stand it first."

Mr. Qin on the side remained silent, but in fact he had already seen everyone's ending in his heart.

Zhang Dong said: "Time will give the answer."

After saying that, he looked at Luo Qian with heavy eyes, then turned around and stepped onto the bus.

Luo Qian kept staring at him, her lifeless eyes less serious and more filled with reluctance and regret.

Then, he raised his right hand, which was stained with grave soil, and waved towards the bus.

"Brother, have a good trip!"

The roar of the engine faded away, and the cemetery fell into dead silence again, leaving Luo Qian with only vicissitudes of life and sadness.

"The second stop is Li Qingzhi." Mr. Qin said while driving. "He always misses He Liansheng in Taiping Town. He has never left since he blocked the hotel."

"He Liansheng"

Hearing this familiar name, Zhang Dong's heart trembled slightly.

If there is still a chance in the future to reunite the seven elders of the Republic of China, I am afraid that only He Liansheng can do it.

But even the terrifying supernatural powers that summon souls cannot summon their own souls.

soon.

The bus stopped at the second stop.

A European-style hotel standing in the darkness.

There is no light in the hotel, the windows are closed tightly, and all the terrible supernatural things coming from the hotel are blocked by some invisible force.

This power comes from time.

The time and space in the hotel were chaotic, and Li Qingzhi was dismembered into pieces. As a result, Li Gui was trapped here, and only Li Qingzhi could find the exit.

But if he dies, everything will gradually align with reality.

Downstairs in the hotel, a woman with a voluptuous figure wearing a red cheongsam stood quietly.

After Zhang Dong approached, she stepped out of the darkness first.

"Brother." Zhang Youhong still had that alluring and resentful voice, "Are you leaving?"

"The time has come."

Zhang Dong looked at this powerful ghost controller who finally joined the Seven Elders' team, and the story of their original encounter gradually emerged in his mind.

As a born ghost controller, Zhang Youhong was born in the body of a puppet. She possesses the abilities that all women dream of and her appearance lasts forever.

She will not age and will always remain in her prime.

But Zhang Dong knew that her consciousness was like that of a centenarian.

The hotel run by Li Qingzhi is where Zhang Youhong appeared.

"It's time for me to take care of the funeral affairs." Zhang Youhong said lightly, the usual charm on her face disappeared and turned into a trace of sadness.

"Li Qingzhi is here." Then, she turned sideways and saw a burly man walking out of the dark doorway.

Li Qingzhi held a hatchet in his hand, which was stained with all kinds of terrifying supernatural beings.

Wet water stains, scarlet blood, dry and wrinkled dead skin.

"Brother." Li Qingzhi visibly trembled when he saw Zhang Dong.

Because Zhang Dong had told them a long time ago that when they see Zhang Dong again one day in the future, it will be the time to say goodbye forever.

Zhang Dong looked at the powerful ghost controller who was the first to follow him, and his heart was filled with waves.

Time flies so fast, and it’s time to say goodbye without noticing.

"Don't worry about me." Zhang Dong had thousands of words on his lips, but in the end he couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

"Let's go." Li Qingzhi's voice was choked with sobs.

The bus was on the road again. By the window, Zhang Dong noticed that the shadow under Li Qingzhi's feet had lost a head at some point. What he once said came to mind: If I were to die, I would dismember the ghost's head.

Because as the earliest controller of ghost shadows, Li Qingzhi knows exactly what it feels like to be tortured by memories.

He didn't want to bring this pain to future generations.

After a while, the two figures gradually disappeared from Zhang Dong's sight.

The third station.

A post office full of majesty.

Standing at the end of a winding path, Zhang Dong walked towards the post office with heavy steps.

Luo Wensong has been waiting at the door for a long time.

"Brother." Luo Wensong's face was still serious, but Zhang Dong clearly felt a little more unwilling.

"Pay more attention to those young people who have just joined the post office. They are the hope of the new era." Zhang Dong said sincerely.

"I will. Just go on your way and don't worry about us." Luo Wensong said.

Zhang Dong nodded, turned around and was about to leave, but suddenly remembered something: "If you have the chance, you may be able to meet your descendants again."

"them."

Luo Wensong's words seemed to be blocked by something.

"They no longer remember me, even if they don't see me anymore."

"It's Zhang Xianguang. This is the third time he has come to the post office. This guy's idea is crazy. I can't make up my mind for a while."

Zhang Xianguang? The young man who was brought up by the original owner of the ghost painting.

"The route of future generations will be decided by future generations, and we don't need to interfere too much."

Zhang Dong explained.

"I understand." Luo Wensong lowered his head slightly and said.

After taking one last look, Zhang Dong turned around and walked towards the bus.

"By the way, Xiaodong won't be back soon, I'm afraid."

Hearing this familiar name, Zhang Dong's figure obviously stopped for a moment, but soon moved again.

Meng Xiaodong has already arranged a way out for himself. Even if he dies, he will continue to travel through different timelines to fill the gaps left by the evil ghosts with the ability to invade.

Therefore, she could disappear for several years.

"Where are we going?" Mr. Qin asked without starting the bus immediately.

"Go to Dachuan City and have a look."

Zhang Dong said casually.

Soon, the barrier between the supernatural and reality was broken, the light suddenly brightened, and the realistic picture ahead came into view.

This is Okawa City.

A city with Li Leping in charge.

Zhang Dong clearly remembered this person in his mind, his appearance, abilities, and personality were particularly clear.

within a certain community.

It was a working day at the moment, and the community was deserted, with no one around.

But there was a thick black smoke floating in the air, and a horrific corpse wandered in the thick smoke, looking for any surviving life.

An old bus suddenly appeared and stopped downstairs of a certain building.

The appearance of the bus immediately caused the smoke to dissipate.

next moment.

Zhang Dong's figure stood in room 301.

The room was very neatly maintained, the furniture and furnishings were arranged in an orderly manner, and the bathroom was cleaned very cleanly with almost no dust.

Zhang Dong was attracted by a portrait.

The person in the painting is my younger self.

After decades, this painting painted with ordinary dyes should have faded, but now it looks like brand new. It is obvious that Meng Xiaodong often takes care of it.

"I probably can't wait for Xiaodong anymore."

Zhang Dong told himself secretly, and then left the room.

"Do you want to meet Zhang Bohua again?"

On the bus, Mr. Qin asked.

Zhang Dong shook his head: "No need, he has already seen me through your eyes."

Although Zhang Bohua has been blind for a long time, he is a blessing in disguise and can see what everyone sees in reality.

Therefore, he had already seen Zhang Dong.

Upon seeing this, Mr. Qin said nothing more and continued driving the bus to take Zhang Dong to his final destination.

In Guanjiang Community.

The bus stopped and Zhang Dong stood downstairs of the ancient temple.

"Go back, the headquarters can't leave you for too long."

Zhang Dong waved his hand towards Mr. Qin and said.

"Brother, have a good journey." Mr. Qin stood upright, but there was a slight tendency to lean forward.

Zhang Dong nodded, turned around and looked at the blue sky, the vibrant reality, and then disappeared into the third golden door.

The vision quickly turned black, and a cold aura gathered around him, as if it wanted to erode everything around him.

Zhang Dong walked very quickly, with a very serious look on his face. The void under his feet and the sneaky figures around him did not cause him the slightest disturbance.

soon.

He stood on the Yin and Yang Road.

Not far away, a young man with a golden light shining all over his body and holding a spear stood out.

A long time ago, Yang Jian found Zhang Dong, hoping that he could enter this land of nothingness alone.

Because although Yang Jian is called a god, he is still within the rules and cannot break the barrier between reality and supernatural beings.

Only those who transcend the rules can enter that supernatural world.

"I'm here. When I close that loophole, all the supernatural phenomena will disappear, but it will take some time."

Zhang Dong handed the human skin paper in his hand to Yang Jian.

"Before I succeed, reality will be left to you."

Yang Jian took the human skin paper and said: "I will put it where it should be placed to complete what your older generation has not accomplished."

"But before that, I want to weigh your strength to see if you can meet my expectations."

Until then, Zhang Dong's dull face finally had a smile.

"Okay, I didn't forget this agreement."

"This place does not belong to reality, and the damage to reality can be minimized."

Yang Jian said: "In that case, I will take action directly. You'd better not reserve your strength."

Zhang Dong smiled slightly and said, "Don't worry."

Suddenly, scarlet light enveloped every inch of the nearby space.

　Due to family reasons, I don’t have time to continue writing. The children are too troublesome.

　　The ending will be distributed in two parts. This is the first part. The second part is the confrontation between the two protagonists, but everyone can guess who is stronger and who is weaker.

　　I can only try my best to finish writing what everyone wants to see, and there is nothing I can do about the rest.

　　The second part takes some time to think about.

　　

　

(End of this chapter)