The Mysterious Resurrection of the Past of the Republic of China

Chapter 40 Ashes
Facing Meng Xiaodong's departure, Zhang Dong didn't have much trouble in his heart.

Although she is one of the Seven Elders and will eventually be a member of this team, she has her own choice as to how she should take her future path.

Zhang Dong also chose to respect her.

Moreover, Meng Xiaodong has now solved the problem of the ghost's resurgence and has become an alien. As long as he does not encounter a ghost whose terror level is too high, he will not be in danger for the time being.

and so.

The next focus will be on the other seven elders.

They are Zhang Youhong, Luo Wensong and Zhang Bohua. You must get in touch with them as soon as possible.

After coming back to his senses, Zhang Dong motioned for the two of them to turn back.

"Let's go, the ghost controllers in the Soul Town Hall have been dealt with, and the ordinary people who drove you to death will be left to you."

Li Qingzhi frowned when he heard this and followed him.

He almost forgot that the Zhenling Hall only killed him, but the cause of all this was Master Zhao and his son.

Now without the protection of the Ghost Controller, they are all lambs to be slaughtered.

What's more important is that Xiaolan is also dead.

She is lost somewhere between story and reality.

So this revenge must be avenged.

Luo Qian's expression changed after hearing this, but he didn't say much.

Although he used to be a member of Zhenling Hall, but now he is with Zhang Dong, so this matter has nothing to do with him.

The three of them hurried towards Zhao's house.

The haunted incident last night in this county has made everyone panic. Most people are hiding at home and do not dare to come out. The streets are very deserted.

In what should have been a lively market, there were only a few elderly people here and there burning yellow paper to pay homage to the deceased.

"Burned yellow paper early in the morning is really unlucky."

When passing an old man, Li Qingzhi frowned and couldn't help but say.

The old man was kneeling on the ground, his head lowered, revealing the top of his head with sparse hair. His face could not be seen. He was wearing clothes made of old linen and looked very embarrassed.

The yellow paper in his hand looked brand new, as if it had just been made, without a single wrinkle.

The yellow paper was thrown into the brazier one after another, and was quickly burned away. The paper ash formed was not burnt black, but gray.

Not only that, but when the paper ash gathered in the basin and was about to overflow, it floated into the sky under the influence of an incomprehensible force.

The brazier instantly became empty, leaving only the black spots formed after the bottom of the basin was burned.

The paper dust floating into the sky also disappeared after reaching a certain height.

Weird. And strange.

Zhang Dong's eyes narrowed and he fell into deep thought while looking at the paper dust.

Zhihui is somewhat familiar
It's like the ghostly realm painted by ghosts in the original work.

Because the most striking thing about ghost paintings is that the sky is always littered with ashes formed by burning paper.

However, it cannot be determined based on this alone.

"There is nothing abnormal about this old man. I don't feel any supernatural traces on him." Luo Qian said.

Li Qingzhi also nodded in agreement.

"There is no problem with the old man, but there is a problem with the yellow paper."

Zhang Dong narrowed his eyes and took out a half-burned piece of yellow paper directly from the brazier.

After the old man noticed his movements, he raised his lowered head slightly, as if he was thinking about something, but lowered it for a moment and continued to burn his own yellow paper.

Zhang Dong held the burning yellow paper in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully. He smelled the smell of burning rotten flesh, but it was not the smell of burning paper.

This is not the weirdest thing. The yellow paper seems to be wrapped in an invisible layer, causing the flames not to burn itself, but to burn about a centimeter away from the paper surface.

And paper is also being consumed at the same rate, decreasing.

A portion of fragile-looking gray ashes suddenly appeared in the burned place, as if emerging out of thin air.

"The yellow paper is not burning, what is burning is some invisible supernatural being"

Zhang Dong immediately analyzed this strange phenomenon.At this time, the yellow paper in his hand was completely burned out and turned into a piece of ashes of the same size, breaking away from his restraints and flying straight into the sky.

It disappeared from sight in the blink of an eye.

"Young man, please burn some yellow paper for me."

A vicissitudes of life, haggard, and a little pale voice suddenly echoed around.

The expressions of the three people changed, and they looked around cautiously.

But there was only the old man with his head cocked nearby, and no one else.

"Is it the old man who made the sound?"

Zhang Dong frowned and shifted his gaze to the old man. At this time, he stopped throwing yellow paper into the brazier, bent down, and his head almost dropped to the ground.

It looks like he is asleep.

It's like... dead.

Suddenly, the creepy sound sounded again, echoing around, making it impossible to distinguish the source.

"Young man, it's too late if you don't get burned. I won't have enough money over there."

"I have been poor all my life, and I don't want to be poor in the next life."

After these two sentences, silence fell again.

"What kind of evil thing dares to pretend to be a ghost?"

These words seemed to anger Luo Qian. He directly kicked the old man on the shoulder. The force of this kick was extremely strong, mixed with supernatural power, and kicked him far away. He was stuck on the wall and his head was bleeding. The stack of yellow paper in his pocket was scattered on the floor.

The next moment, the old man was lying quietly on the ground without any reaction.

Seems to be really dead.

This scene made the expressions of the three of them change.

"There is indeed a problem," Li Qingzhi said with a solemn expression.

However, before the three of them could step forward to check on the body, the dozen or so pieces of burning yellow paper left in the brazier flew straight over in an incomprehensible way.

The burning yellow paper flew all over the sky, drawing arcs in the air and landing accurately around the old man and on him.

Suddenly, the body was ignited like gasoline, flames spread everywhere, and a thick smell of burning fat filled the air.

But strangely, the blazing flames did not burn directly on the corpse, but flickered a few centimeters away from him.

At this moment, he was wrapped in flames like yellow paper.

The corpse also began to disappear, like a puddle of water on the ground gradually evaporating under the high temperature, disappearing from everyone's sight.

This process takes less than 1 minutes.

"It's so evil."

Luo Qian frowned at this moment, narrowed his eyes to a slit, and carefully watched the place where the body disappeared.

A circle of grave soil overflowed at his feet at some point, and there were signs of continued spread.But after the corpse disappeared, he took back the ability of the grave soil.

"I'm afraid it's another difficult ghost." Li Qingzhi said, "This flame is like a different kind of ghost realm. Once it is ignited, you will enter it."

Zhang Dong's head turned slightly, feeling that what he said was very reasonable.

He had just been thinking about the connection between this supernatural phenomenon and ghost paintings, but apart from the ashes after burning the yellow paper, there were not many similarities.

Maybe I thought too much.

"Let's go, the supernatural phenomenon has disappeared, we can't find the source, and there is no need to worry about dealing with an unknown ghost."

Zhang Dong waved his hand and signaled them to leave.

But when the three of them turned their attention back to the road ahead, they stayed where they were.

Countless ashes were seen floating on the road ahead, falling crazily like snow. From a distance, they densely filled the sky, and the light dimmed.

Not only that, the surrounding houses and the sparse passers-by in the distance began to burn, and disappeared under the flames.

Like an oil painting being diluted by water, the outlines of everything are chipped, blurred, and disappearing.

Obviously, this is another extremely harmful ghost.
(End of this chapter)