The Mysterious Resurrection of the Past of the Republic of China

Chapter 61 The ghost painting version hits the ghost
The calm ink looks harmless to humans and animals, but there is an ominous atmosphere everywhere.

It should have reflected a shadow, but it could not show Zhang Dong's face at this moment, and it was still dead silent.

Zhang Dong's eyes moved slightly, he raised his arm and waved at it,

The stealing ability belonging to the regular ghost takes effect, and he gains the copying ability of ink,

A strange feeling surged into his body, as if his blood was boiling at this moment, desperately trying to break free from the shackles of flesh and blood and leave his body.

Warmth surged along his blood vessels and soon came to reside in his chest.

Zhang Dong's eyes suddenly widened, with a hint of shock in his pupils.

This was the first time he felt the existence of the sleeping regular ghost in his body. It was indescribable. It was neither a huddled corpse nor the organs or tissues of some kind of evil ghost. It was an indescribable mass. The presence.

It's like an indescribable thing condensed by thousands of laws.

The ink's ability is desperately trying to copy the pattern ghost. Its outline is becoming clearer and clearer, and it seems that it will remove the mass of things in Zhang Dong's chest and then replace it.

But soon, Ink seemed to feel the threat, quickly developed a trend of decline, and fell silent.

Obviously it cannot affect the regular ghost, nor can it replicate its supernatural power.

However, this supernatural conflict allowed Zhang Dong to perceive another characteristic of the law ghost - he knew the upper limit of the law that his body could contain.

The upper limit is one hundred items.

In short, the total number of laws he currently possesses is one hundred. Although he can continue to increase through stealing abilities, the cost is to randomly lose the original laws.

The total will still remain the same.

But just now, when he stole the ink's ability, the total number of laws actually became one hundred and one, and the other laws were not lost.

The capacity of his regular pool has increased
This phenomenon made him a little shocked and confused.

"Could it be that the stealing ability of the Law Ghost is similar to the copying ability of the ink? So the two can exist at the same time?"

Zhang Dong's expression moved slightly and he analyzed quickly, unable to understand the reason for this situation.

“I don’t know if the increased regular pool will return to its original number in the future.”

After thinking briefly, he shook his head and decided to put the matter aside for now.

But now he also gets a benefit, he can clearly perceive the changes in the total number of his own laws, as well as the increase or decrease of each law.

It can be regarded as an alternative property panel.

After withdrawing his thoughts, he shifted his gaze to Li Qingzhi again.

At this moment, he was lying stiffly on the ground, and the huge dent in his chest had not receded.

This means that the ghost's ghost still exists in him, which is the best practice to use ink to reproduce.

After feeling the power of the ink for a while, Zhang Dong no longer hesitated, staring at the dent and controlling the supernatural power of the ink.

The ability to copy took effect, and the ink in the jar in Zhang Bohua's hand seemed to have come to life. It began to overflow spontaneously, fell to the ground without making a sound, and even pulled out a long silk thread, like thick blood, toward Li Qingzhi. Spread away.

Everyone moved back to leave a large space for the ink.

When the ink approached Li Qing, it crawled slowly along his body, and soon squirmed into the depressions on his body, like water flowing into a mud pit, quickly filling it up.

In just one minute, a whole can of ink accumulated on Li Qingzhi's chest, forming a quiet red pool.

The ink in the jar and on the ground did not leave any traces, as if it had not flowed through here just now.Soon, the ink seemed to feel the supernatural energy accumulated in the depression, and began to squirm spontaneously, supporting each other in an incomprehensible way and gathering in the air.

It is copying the Ghost, but it seems that the latter's supernatural power is too powerful, or the amount of ink is too small, causing the process to be very slow.

It took a full 5 minutes to form a mountain of meat.

The appearance of this meat mountain is exactly the same as that of the Ghost, except that it is bright red instead of the unique flesh and blood color of the Ghost.

At this point, the ghost painting version of the bumper appeared.

Its two eyes immediately emitted orange-red light and looked at everyone in the room.

When it saw Zhang Dong, it ignored him, and then moved to Zhang Bohua. The latter's expression moved, and he felt an unknown premonition, and immediately controlled the ability of idealism to hide it.

Finally, its orange light with suppressive power shone on Luo Qian.

Luo Qianying's black face changed slightly, and the grave soil on his face shook unconsciously.

"This guy is targeting me. He is still a ghost and has his own killing patterns." Luo Qian immediately said alertly, his body gradually falling into numbness.

Zhang Dong's eyes narrowed, and he immediately tried to control the ink's ability to order him to stand where he was, but it failed.

He can only use ink to copy, but cannot control the copied ghosts.

Suddenly, just a few seconds after Luo Qian was targeted, the body of the bumper moved, got off Li Qingzhi's body, and began to accelerate towards Luo Qian.

Luo Qian suddenly felt something bad. He had felt this sense of oppression before. Although the ghost in front of him only possessed [-]% of the supernatural power of the source, it should not be underestimated.

The grave soil couldn't stop overflowing from his body, quickly forming an old grave blocking the way.

The house was small, and the collision ghost and Luo Qian were very close, leaving him little time to accumulate grave soil, so the two stuck together.

Suddenly, the old tomb that had just begun to take shape was smashed to pieces in an instant, and the grave soil was flying in the sky, but it did not stop the pace of the collision ghost at all.

at this time.

The bumper ghost who had just rushed out two steps suddenly stopped and froze in place.

Luo Qian felt a chill in her heart. She turned around and saw Zhang Dong with a stern look on his face, raising his right hand and aiming at the ghost.

"This guy is not honest as soon as he comes out."

After resolving the crisis, Zhang Bohua's figure also emerged. He stared at the bright red body of the ghost and said, "We have to hurry up. The supernatural power I left outside sensed that many ghosts had been added to this painting for no reason. They seemed to come from It invaded from other paintings."

"It should be that the ghost painting sensed that someone had stolen the ink's ability and began to block the painting."

Zhang Dong said solemnly. Li Qingzhi behind him also recovered from the suppression and stood up with a hatchet.

"Now it's time to decide who will be the one to establish contact with the ghost."

Since Zhang Dong is not affected by any supernatural beings, it is not possible, and Li Qingzhi's body is constantly restarting, so naturally he is not the best candidate.

Then only Zhang Bohua and Luo Qian are left.

"You have grave soil under your skin, and the supernatural interference is too serious. I think it's better to let me do it. It just so happens that I can control it with my withered hand." Zhang Bohua glanced at Luo Qian and said, his hand hidden in his sleeve The withered hand inside also stretched out, reaching straight towards the silent bumper ghost.

at the same time.

Everyone in the thatched house was carrying out the plan in an orderly manner, and a lot of ashes began to fall from the ninth painting of a mountain village. These ashes seemed to be formed after burning paper, and quickly enveloped the entire mountain.

Countless supernatural phenomena emerged one after another under the guidance of Ashes, and continued to spread towards the thatched house.
(End of this chapter)