The Mysterious Resurrection of the Past of the Republic of China

Chapter 39 A New Journey
The night is still high, and the stars in the deep sky are more dazzling than they have been in decades.

After solving the problem of Li Qingzhi's evil ghost reviving, everyone stayed in Zuimeng Tower for a while to check the remaining supernatural writings.

Coming down from the third floor, the floor of the hall in sight is covered with dense black fonts, but at this moment they are all immersed in silence. They have not changed or disappeared, they just stay on it quietly, looking like they were written with a pen. of.

After the ghost paper, the source of these words, was imprisoned, it lost its supernatural power and became very ordinary words that could be erased with a light wipe.

It records every move, word, and action of everyone in the story, and even describes what everyone is thinking.

It looks very weird.

In front of the dense paragraphs, everyone's heart is transparent and can be read by outsiders.

"These words record too much information about us and cannot be left behind."

Zhang Dong stared at the text for a few seconds and said.

If ordinary people come here, their jaws will drop after reading their thrilling stories.But if the ghost master comes, and it is a hostile ghost master, then they will be in danger.

The ghosts each of them controls and the abilities they can use are clearly written on the ground, and there is no privacy at all.

Except of course Zhang Dong.

The parts about him were all blurry and black, as if some force had interfered with the formation of the words, making it difficult to see clearly.

Zhang Dong's eyes moved slightly, and he decisively raised his hand and waved at the text.

Large tracts of text dispersed, as if erased by an eraser, disappearing completely.

Soon, all the black fonts in the hall were completely gone.

Several people who were reading carefully also withdrew their gazes and followed Zhang Dong out of Zuimeng Tower.

Luo Qian walked at the end with a gloomy face, looking at Li Shao in front of him with a lackluster gaze, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

After everyone left, the Zuimeng Tower fell into dead silence again, as if nothing could move.

But in a certain room on the second floor, a string of black writing suddenly appeared on the cold wall. Its color was so close to the color of the wall that it was almost invisible. The content was one sentence:

"Did I survive? I can finally leave this hellish place."

After a few seconds, the text disappeared again.

After going through some twists and turns, it was already late at night. The few of them temporarily found an abandoned house to rest and decide what to do next the next day.

Zhang Dong's eyelids could not stop closing after a long period of concentration. He was different from ordinary ghost masters. He was almost entirely a living person and still needed the most basic food, water, and rest.

But several others are in good spirits, can stay awake for long periods of time, and can even stay alive with supernatural power alone.

The few people were speechless, found a random place to sit down, and began to wait for a long time.

Zhang Dong lay on a bed made of thatch and fell asleep quickly. Li Qingzhi sat quietly beside him and watched. His burly figure was like a wall, blocking Zhang Dong from most of the cold wind blowing in from the window. .

The ghost also left his body and wandered aimlessly in the small room.The dark shadows made the already dark room even darker.

The time passed by every minute and every second, and soon came the next day.

early morning.

Zhang Dong slept soundly that night, and there was no feeling of a ghost resurrecting in his body. It seemed that the cost of stealing so many laws the first day was very small, and he didn't even notice it.

Generally speaking, this price is very light.

"Zhang Dong, what are your plans next?" Meng Xiaodong stood behind him and said at some point.

Zhang Dong looked at the morning sun rising in the distance, hesitated for a moment, and asked: "What? Are you trying to win me over to join your organization again?"

"My organization is called the Supernatural Society. It is composed of dozens of ghost masters and is supported by many wealthy businessmen. It is the largest ghost master organization in the entire north and is very powerful." Meng Xiaodong took a step forward and said, "You can Think about it.”

"What are the benefits of joining the organization? Spending your life solving supernatural incidents every day?" "You can use the resources in the organization reasonably, money will no longer be a problem, and life will be a hundred times better than in the village."

"Then let me ask you first, are you interested in these external things?"

Meng Xiaodong was stunned after hearing this, and then shook his head.

Zhang Dong smiled slightly and said: "Then why am I interested in it? We are all ghost masters, and life is the most important thing. I am a person who cherishes life. The turning point of fate has just begun. I don't want it to be so easy. Die. Money, reputation, and power are worthless in my eyes."

"Then" Meng Xiaodong slowed down and said with a sudden change in his expression, "If you have made a great contribution to solving the supernatural incident, the organization will give priority to helping you solve the problem of the ghost's resurrection."

Zhang Dong didn't feel too upset when he heard this. He only knew from the original work that there were several ways to solve the problem of the ghost's resurrection, so he naturally looked down on the method developed by the supernatural society.

The most common thing is to control a second ghost when the ghost in the body is on the verge of recovery to create a supernatural balance. If the ghost continues to recover after a period of time, consider controlling a third ghost.

This is the most common method.

The second is to find a way to create a supernatural conflict and make the ghosts in the body freeze. In this way, the ghost abilities can be used to the maximum extent.But even though the ghost is dead, its instinct is still there and will still subtly influence the ghost controller.

The third type is people like Meng Xiaodong and Luo Qian, who directly become aliens and become ghosts with living consciousness.

As for other methods, such as certain family curses and soul-calling methods, they are not universal.

But these methods are of no use to Zhang Dong.

The ghost he controls is so special that it is not affected by the outside world at all. This means that he cannot continue to control the second ghost, and it is difficult to form a supernatural conflict, causing the regular ghost to crash or become an alien.

So he still has a long way to go, and the road ahead is confusing.

Before these things are resolved, how could he be willing to join a small supernatural society to deal with supernatural events all day long?
After withdrawing his thoughts, Zhang Dong shook his head and directly rejected Meng Xiaodong.

"My personality is not suitable for joining the organization." He said solemnly, "Thank you for the invitation. I will go find a new way out with Li Qingzhi."

After saying that, he glanced at Li Qingzhi, who nodded to him and stood on the same ground as him.

Then Zhang Dong looked at Luo Qian, who had been silent, and then Luo Qian said: "It doesn't matter to me. Last night, I sensed through the remaining grave soil in the county that the ghost controllers in the Soul Town Hall were almost dead. The Soul Town Hall has already If it doesn’t exist, there’s no need for me to stay here, and I’m not interested in that bullshit supernatural society. If you want, you can let me follow you.”

"Besides, I have always admired the strong."

Luo Qian's sudden statement was somewhat unexpected.

Zhang Dong's eyes moved slightly, unable to figure out his thoughts.But as one of the Seven Elders, he had no problem following him, so he agreed to stay.

Meng Xiaodong also knew that he could not persuade Zhang Dong, so he came to him, took out a crumpled photo from his arms, put it in his hand and said:
"I'm in this picture. If you need my help, or the help of the Paranormal Society, you can find me through it."

After she put down the photo, she glanced at Zhang Dong again, and then headed towards the scheduled meeting point with Li Shao.

Zhang Dong touched the photo. The photo was black and white, with only her blurry figure standing in the middle, and the background was a loess wall riddled with holes.

There is a trace of supernatural power stored in the photo, which is probably some kind of supernatural derivative created by Meng Xiaodong.

Taking back the photo, Zhang Dong looked up and saw that the two of them had gotten into an old Ford car and drove away slowly.

"Let's go and be wandering ghost controllers, ridding the world of evil people and suppressing the evil ghosts of this era."

Li Qingzhi, who had temporarily solved the problem of Li Gui's resuscitation, became a little excited at this moment, patted the two people on the shoulders and said with a smile,

He was already tall, but standing behind Zhang Dong and Luo Qian made them look very thin.

The picture looks very funny.

However, when he slapped Luo Qian, waves of grave soil instantly spread over Luo Qian's body, emitting a stench, which startled Li Qingzhi and forced him to smile slightly awkwardly.

Luo Qian's face darkened and she ignored him.

(End of this chapter)