The Mysterious Resurrection of the Past of the Republic of China

Chapter 57 The Ghost Shepherd’s Guidance
After deducing Yang Muxue's true intention, Zhang Dong did not intend to continue questioning.

And there is no need to ask. There must be some false information in her words.

It was probably her back-up plan.

However, the rules of ghost paintings she said are most likely true, because no matter what purpose she wants to achieve through Zhang Dong's help, the latter cannot do without dealing with the world of ghost paintings.

This means that he at least understands the basic workings of ghost painting.

There is no point in depriving the tripper of any benefit in this regard.

"I'm going to deal with the ghost paintings now. It's best for you to stay here during this period." Zhang Dong raised his head and stared at her with cold eyes, "I know you have more than one tenth painting. Although you can't enter The ninth or reality, but the tenth painting that can go somewhere else.”

Yang Muxue nodded mechanically and said in a cold tone: "Don't worry, I will be waiting here."

"You'd better be." Zhang Dong said, raising his hand and waving to her, "Now, I need to borrow your ability."

The ability of the law ghost took effect immediately, and he successfully stole the laws related to the scroll painted by the ghost.

An attraction from the world of the scroll formed, as if it was about to melt into a drop of ink and merge into the city in the tenth painting.

Seeing this scene, Yang Muxue took a step back.

He seemed a little wary or afraid.

Or perhaps he realized that he had exposed himself.

After briefly becoming familiar with the supernatural power of ghost paintings, Zhang Dong faced a wall and focused his eyes on a location where a light spot suddenly lit up.

This light spot expanded rapidly, and soon turned into a spot. The periphery of the spot was a brown outline, and the shadow of a village gradually emerged inside.

As the spot became larger and larger, the brightness of the light instantly dropped, and a lifelike picture appeared. The content of the painting was a village in the mountains. There were only a dozen scattered retro-style buildings in the village, and it looked very quiet.

This is the picture scroll where Li Qingzhi and the three of them are.

Just after Zhang Dong obtained the ability to draw scrolls, he sensed that there were hundreds of ghost paintings in an unknown space. Each of these ghost paintings was in groups of ten, representing a location.

He also successfully found the group of three people and directly opened the passage between the tenth picture and the ninth picture where the three were.

This has violated the rules of ghost painting mentioned by Yang Muxue. According to her, a scroll with low ability cannot be reversed into a scroll with high ability.

But Zhang Dong was opened successfully, and the two paintings were not even from the same location.
He turned his head slightly, glanced at Yang Muxue with squinted eyes, then walked straight through the opened door and disappeared behind it.

After that, the light door formed by the picture frame began to shrink and soon closed.

"He has indeed guessed it."

Yang Muxue stared at the place where the door disappeared and thought to herself, staying there for a few minutes, then slowly retreated and disappeared at the corner of the street.

As soon as I walked through this door, the sky became much brighter and the air became fresher. The breeze blew across Zhang Dong's cheek, giving me a real feeling.

He stood on a higher ground and carefully looked at the situation in the ravine.

This is a gap formed between three mountains. The terrain is slightly gentle. There are more than a dozen dilapidated houses. There is a winding small dirt path that goes straight between the two mountains on the opposite side, leading to the outside world.

There are several gravel roads scattered throughout the village. At the end of the road is a river and a field.

From a distance, it looks like a very ordinary small village.

Soon, Zhang Dong came to the edge of the village, stepped on the gravel road with one foot, and looked around with a frown.

The village was quiet, as if there was nothing there.

"Are they not here?"

Zhang Dong thought to himself, he turned around a little but didn't find any of them.But through the supernatural power of the ghost paintings, he did sense that Li Qingzhi and the others were here.

What's more important is that this mountain village is the territory of ghosts in the ninth painting. It must have some ghosts imprisoned, but now not a single one has been seen.

All kinds of doubts made Zhang Dong stop his steps and cautiously perceive everything around him.

Suddenly, in his peripheral vision, a trace of scarlet appeared crawling on the ground.Like a bunch of red ants crawling, and like a stream of blood changing its flow trajectory in some incomprehensible way;

Take a closer look.

"Move forward"

Three large characters written in blood are eye-catching, smeared on the cold and mottled bluestone bricks, exuding a somewhat ominous atmosphere.

"Human paper?"

Zhang Dong frowned and immediately speculated that it was made of human skin paper, because he had seen many red writings on the human skin paper when he was imprisoned, and after he imprisoned it, it remained silent on his body.

He took out the human skin paper that had been dormant for a long time and spread it out in the palm of his hand.

"My name is Zhang"

Once the tawny human skin was opened, it revealed a chill, and several crooked red fonts gradually emerged.

But after these words appeared on it, it lost its movement.

The reason for this is unknown.

Zhang Dong glanced at it briefly, folded it up and put it away again, and looked at the three characters "move forward" again.

The writing on the ground has nothing to do with the human skin. It should be another unknown supernatural power.

"As far as I know, in the original work, in addition to the human skin and text, the other one should be the blood-stained old newspaper, the ghost who can modify memory."

His expression moved slightly, thinking secretly.

"It's just that the ghost won't show supernatural power like this. It will use the supernatural powers of newspapers to take away people's faces and then modify their memories."

"Besides that, there's only one left: the Ghost Shepherd."

The real name of the ghost shepherd in the original work is Chen Qiaoyang. This person belongs to the middle period between the Republic of China and modern times. He may be older than Zhang Xianguang, but generally he is not much different.

The ghost herder's ability is also very special. His blood can give orders to the ghosts and control their actions.

The three eye-catching big characters on the ground are probably the supernatural power that can control ghosts.

After coming to a conclusion in his mind, Zhang Dong looked in the direction of the text. It was a thatched house.

Walk in and have a look.

This house is no different from any other. The house has suffered the tribulations of time and is in general tatters. The ceiling is full of gaps, and the sunlight passes through the gaps and illuminates the house.

Pushing open the covered door, Zhang Dong's attention was immediately attracted by a pole in the center of the room.

There is a container hanging on each end of this pole, covered with a brown lid. It is unknown what is stored inside.

There was a line written in scarlet blood on the wooden stick made into a shoulder pole:

"Carry this pole"

Obviously this is another command, the same as the three words on the ground outside.

"If I carry this pole, I'm afraid I will be attacked by some kind of supernatural being." Zhang Dong analyzed, but quickly denied this speculation, "No, this is not like the way a ghost attacks, but it is like a method of imprisoning a ghost in the original book. .”

"The ghost salesman who has been pestering Cao Yang is carrying a pole and wandering around trading supernatural things."

at this time.

Suddenly, there was the sound of tiny footsteps on the gravel road outside the hut, the sound increased from small to loud, and they walked straight towards the house.

Zhang Dong's expression changed, he looked for the sound and saw a thin and hunchbacked figure just crossing the threshold and stepping in.

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