The Mysterious Resurrection of the Past of the Republic of China

Chapter 44 Shadow Play

In the gloomy room, the ninth painting hung quietly on the wall. The content in the painting continued to change, forming a very obvious difference with the quiet things around it.

The content of this painting is a bustling market. There are various stalls on both sides of the street. Many residents in simple clothes are selling enthusiastically. From time to time, passers-by stop to choose.

Compared with the eighth painting, it is obvious that the world in the ninth painting is more realistic.

If an ordinary person saw this scene, they would definitely think that this painting was the real exit to the outside.

But Zhang Dong knew very well that although it looked very normal, it was actually extremely dangerous inside.

This is a huge world constructed from oil paintings, which is enough to influence reality.If there are living people inside, then there must be evil spirits.

Without hesitation, Zhang Dong approached and immediately stepped through the door frame formed by the oil painting and entered.

After entering, the brightness of the light suddenly increased a lot, the sky suddenly became brighter, and there were noisy sounds from all around, including the sounds of selling, bargaining, and noises from various things.

It looks indistinguishable from reality.

Zhang Dong's eyes moved slightly, and as he walked through the crowd on the street, he vaguely noticed that there was something abnormal about these people.

Everyone here looks similar to a living person in appearance, but their faces are gloomy and their mood changes are very weak. Looking at their pale skin, Zhang Dong feels like he is looking at a dead person.

And these people seemed to have noticed him, always looking at him with a strange look. Whenever Zhang Dong turned his head to check, these people would retract their gaze and return their attention to the matter at hand.

There is a creepy feeling of being spied on in the dark.

Keep going.

He came to a wide street, glanced around, and stopped at a stage.

The entire stage is red, and there is no one on it. There is only a huge white cloth standing there, covering the entire back half of the stage. A weak yellow light shines from behind the white cloth, reflecting a few thin shadows on it. Move back and forth.

Kind of like a shadow puppet show.

There are many red chairs placed under the stage, about thirty at a glance.Several of the chairs were occupied by spectators, who were staring at the white cloth admiring it.

The number of spectators was small, and it looked like the business of this shadow puppet show was very bleak.

This aroused Zhang Dong's interest, so he came closer to observe.

However, just by getting closer, he felt an ominous aura, and this feeling came from the stage in front of him.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at the stage warily, and soon discovered something unusual.

The number of shadow puppets on the stage is exactly the same as the number of audience in the audience.

And each shadow puppet has a different shape and color. There is a rickety old man, a woman with hair hanging on the ground, and even a one-armed man with one arm missing.
This is completely consistent with the appearance of the audience.

It's like the stage has specially produced different shadow puppets for the audience.

Zhang Dong's steps stopped, and then he noticed that the audience had lowered their heads at this moment, with their faces facing the ground, as if they were asleep.

The shadow puppets on the white cloth also lowered their heads and stopped moving.

Immediately afterwards, the unthinkable happened.

A shadow puppet that looks like a machete gradually appears behind the white cloth. It is obviously larger than the other shadow puppets and looks like a machete used for chopping wood.

It stops right above the first shadow puppet, and below it is the neck of the shadow puppet.

Immediately, the knife slashed straight down, easily decapitating the shadow puppet when it came into contact with it. The shadow puppet also split into two halves in an instant, and its head rolled onto the stage at the lower edge of the white cloth, making a dull sound. Crash.

Correspondingly, a particularly obvious cut appeared on the neck of the spectator who looked similar to this shadow puppet, and then the head fell off, falling to the ground and rolling, until it hit a chair and stopped.

Zhang Dong's eyes suddenly widened, his heart trembled, and he immediately returned his gaze to the stage.

At this time, the knife came to the top of the second shadow puppet, then he raised the knife and dropped it, and his head fell to the ground.

The second spectator dies.

The other spectators did not show any fear, and still looked at the ground with their heads lowered, like death row prisoners waiting for the executioner.Soon, the third man died.

His head rolled directly to Zhang Dong's feet, face upward, staring at him with a dead expression.

Gives a chilling feeling.

Zhang Dong's expression changed, he rushed out and arrived at the back of the stage within a few seconds.

A person in red costume appears in the sight, sitting behind a white cloth. One hand holds a shadow puppet that looks the same as the audience's and sticks it on the white cloth. The other hand holds a shadow puppet that is the same as the machete. The two touch each other. With.

Whenever the machete cuts on a shadow puppet, it will smoothly pass through its neck and cut off the shadow puppet's head, and the corresponding head of the audience will also fall off.

When Zhang Dong noticed the actor's face, he couldn't help but feel shocked.

Its face looks like a dead person's face, with pale skin and facial features drawn with a few lines of ink. Because it is viewed from the side, the face is not clear and is reflected in the yellowing light from the other side. A touch of cold air.

No.

To be precise, its face is also a shadow puppet, drawn.

Obviously, this is a fierce ghost related to shadow puppetry, which uses this weird method to harvest the lives of the audience under the stage.

At the same time, it had killed all the spectators in the audience. One of their hands was empty, and only the other hand still held the shadow puppet that looked like a machete.

This means the show is over.

Immediately, the stage in the field of vision began to become blurred, and the outline gradually became unclear. The actors on the stage also disappeared in an instant, and the houses behind gradually emerged.

In just ten seconds, the huge stage disappeared.

All the spectators who had just been killed were lying quietly on the street with their heads separated, and the passers-by only glanced at them briefly before leaving in a hurry, which was a common sight.

This phenomenon seems very inconsistent in the busy market, and there is an indescribable horror.

"There are indeed ghosts in the ninth painting, and the people here are not normal. They seem to be dead, but they retain the habits of living people."

Zhang Dong frowned at this moment and analyzed quickly in his mind.

"No, it's more appropriate to call them ghost slaves."

Not long after entering the ninth painting, he experienced the entire process of ghost killing, which further confirmed his suspicion.

The supernatural power of oil paintings brings reality into the paintings. Not only houses, buildings, and living people, but even some evil spirits are trapped in the world in the paintings.The people who enter the painting become ghost slaves of the oil painting, retaining the habits of living people in life, and living in this supernatural world until they encounter other ghosts in the painting and are killed.

From this point of view, there are some similarities with the ghost paintings in the original work.

Zhang Dong twisted his head slightly and looked at the dried meat at a vendor stall on the roadside. He picked it up and held it in front of his eyes to look at it carefully.

He knew very well that although the dried meat was made by supernatural beings, it felt very real and could be eaten.

This is where the supernatural is unreasonable. It creates things completely out of thin air and can affect reality.

No wonder Zhang Xianguang in the original work used ghost paintings to implement the Peach Blossom Spring plan even if he spent his whole life, because this plan is really possible to come true.

"Let everyone live in a world in the paintings, free from the intrusion of real ghosts, and rely on the supernatural power of ghost paintings to meet people's needs."

However, Zhang Dong frowned deeply when he thought of the name Zhang Xianguang.

In the original work, he is a descendant of Zhang Dong, that is, his own descendant.
So how will the two meet in the future?

He shook his head and retracted his thoughts.

These are things that will happen in the long run. Right now, we still need to find Li Qingzhi as soon as possible.

After all, there are ghosts hidden everywhere in the ninth painting, making it a very dangerous place.

(End of this chapter)