The Mysterious Resurrection of the Past of the Republic of China

Chapter 64 Soaked Grave Soil

The three ghosts have different abilities. Not only are they weird, they can also superimpose and cooperate with each other, enough to kill a powerful ghost master.

If Li Qingzhi's restart ghost hadn't developed a second ability in times of danger, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to cope with a joint attack from ghosts of this level with just his infinite self-restart.

Each of them is a very terrifying existence in reality.

At this moment.

Hundreds of ghosts came to the three ghosts together, raised their hatchets and struck at them.

The latter have no fear at all. As ghosts, killing is their instinct, and they are not afraid of being harmed.

The dismemberment of the hatchet was superimposed to a very high level at this moment, cutting off the torsos of the three ghosts without any suspense.

The folding fan ghost was chopped into many small pieces in an instant, and even the fan fell into pieces and fell to the ground.

The ghost-haired female corpse suffered an even more severe supernatural blow. The supernaturally derived hair was already fragile, and now it was dismembered by hundreds of hatchets and turned directly into countless short hairs, scattered all over the floor.

And she herself was cut into pieces after letting out a sharp scream.

As for the baby ghost, there was no room for retaliation. Just a few hatchets caused it to break into four or five pieces. It lay motionless on the ground and could no longer cry at all.

After all this was completed, the fluctuations in the space gradually stopped, the dense ghost hair disappeared in an instant, and Li Qingzhi's figure emerged.

All the ghosts walked towards his body in turn, turning into thick darkness and melting into it.

The ability to restart appeared again, instantly healing his body and the scarred ghost.

Li Qingzhi's pale face gradually returned to color. After picking up the hatchet, his consciousness became clear, and he quickly learned what had just happened from the ghost's memory.

He looked at the ghost's stumps on the ground, feeling confused, puzzled, and unbelievable in his heart.

"Restarting the ghost is no longer enough to describe it. It is a ghost that can control its own time. And this does not seem to be its limit."

at the same time.

Another place in the ninth painting.

Several old graves exuding a strange aura were piled up quietly. The grave soil was very new, as if it had just been erected. It seemed that something terrible was buried inside, but at this moment, it was particularly quiet under the suppression of the grave soil.

"This is the sixth one. Are there no end to those things?"

Luo Qian had a stern look on his face, standing in the center of several old tombs to watch out for any abnormalities around him.

Ever since he was sent here, ghosts have been coming one after another, all of them targeting him directly.

This is obviously very abnormal, because it is impossible for Luo Qian to trigger all the killing patterns of these ghosts at the same time. There must be some force secretly guiding them.
While I was thinking, the seventh ghost came.

A cold figure appeared in front of him, as if the color of an ink painting became thicker, and the figure became more and more clearly visible.

As soon as he appeared, a faint corpse smell filled the air, and the air became humid.

"Stay in the grave!"

However, Luo Qian didn't care what kind of ghost it was or what abilities it had. He just raised his right hand towards it, and the supernatural power of the grave soil burst out instantly.

The cold figure suddenly stopped, and his two arms were torn off by some incomprehensible force and fell down.

Not only its arms, but its legs and head all rolled to the ground like broken building blocks.

The moment it touched the ground, the residual limbs turned into a pile of grave soil and piled up. However, the supernatural power of the grave soil did not stop immediately. Instead, it continued to pour out from an invisible source, and soon turned into a small old grave.

"the seventh."

After burying the ghost, Luo Qian turned to look at the situation in other directions, with a calm expression on his face, obviously not taking the ghost to heart.

The suppression of the grave soil is very strong, and it is difficult for the ghost buried in it to escape. Now he is an alien and can use unlimited supernatural power. As long as he is willing, he can summon unlimited grave soil to fill the entire painting.

It's just that it takes a very long time.

However, when he turned around, he felt something strange happened to the old grave.

Ok?
He quickly turned around and saw that the old grave where the cold figure had just been buried became darker now, as if it had been soaked in water.

The grave soil is a mixture of soil and carrion. It is already a little sticky, but now it is mixed with a third thing.

Not only did the moisture in the grave soil increase, but the air became more humid, and a smell after rain gradually filled the air.

Soon, at a speed visible to the naked eye, the old tomb continued to lose its cohesion, began to soften, collapse, and even began to ooze turbid yellow muddy water.

"Some kind of supernatural corrosion?"

Luo Qian's brows furrowed deeply, and he tried to control the grave soil to gather again, but the old grave was just a few meters in front of him, and he could not establish a connection with it.

The strange muddy water not only eroded the supernatural power of the tomb soil, turning it into ordinary soil, but also blocked the connection between it and Luo Qian.

When the entire tomb was completely wet, the soil in the tomb had turned dark brown, became muddy, and was bubbling everywhere.

The shape of the old tomb is collapsing, and it is no longer half of its former shape.

suddenly.

A black arm stretched out from the mud, the straight arm facing the sky, and at the end was a hand covered with wrinkles and long black nails.It scraped away the surrounding soil and quickly leaned out.

This is the cold figure just now. Instead of being suppressed by the grave soil, it used its own supernatural power to corrode the grave soil.

Luo Qian's expression changed when he saw this, and with just a slight movement of his eyes, more grave soil poured in around the ghost.

This time, he erected a larger old tomb and summoned four smaller tombs in four directions of the old tomb.

The suppression ability has reached the highest level.

But the smell of water vapor still lingered in the air, and the smell of corpses became stronger.

At this time, it seemed that the water vapor content had reached a critical point, and sporadic raindrops began to fall from the sky.

Luo Qian looked up and saw that the raindrops were increasing rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and when they dropped on the grave soil, they made a sizzling corrosive sound, like strong acid.

"This rainwater is the spirit of that ghost."

He felt vaguely uneasy and glanced at the other old graves where he had just been buried.
Sure enough, the rain was eroding these old graves that had suppressed other evil ghosts. Every grave was covered with ant holes, riddled with gnawed holes, and the grave soil began to roll freely after losing its texture.

Some of the grave soil became muddy after encountering rain, and gradually lost its suppressive supernatural power.

The ghosts in the grave are also gradually waking up. Without the suppression of the grave soil, their rules will soon be restored.

But Luo Qian had no time to pay attention to these old graves at the moment, because the dense raindrops hit his body, burning large scars, and the stinging sensation continued, making his face a little anxious.

The magical effect of rain is simply erosion.

But Luo Qian had no means to prevent it.

His clothes became tattered due to erosion, and his skin also showed many wounds after erosion. His whole person seemed to be suffering from some kind of fatal plague, and his body was deteriorating rapidly.

The grave soil under the skin seemed to feel a supernatural invasion, and spontaneously overflowed from the wound, blocking the erosion of rainwater.

However, the raindrops are getting denser and have the potential to form a downpour. The resistance of the grave soil is undoubtedly of no avail.

"Gurgling~"

The rainwater fell to the ground and did not disappear. It gathered into a shallow pool of water and began to spread towards Luo Qian and other old graves.

The seemingly powerless water flow actually easily eroded and dissolved the grave soil when it encountered it, and the color of the water became darker.

Suddenly.

Seven old tombs collapsed at this moment, and the evil ghosts buried inside completely woke up.

Horrible corpses stood up one after another, like souls demanding their lives, exuding a spine-chilling aura.

Oops!

Luo Qian's expression changed drastically, and the uneasiness in his heart rapidly expanded.

Immediately, he controlled more grave soil to appear, suppressing the awakening ghosts while blocking the muddy water under his feet.However, the supernatural power in the body was quickly falling into silence. Grave soil was no longer produced endlessly, and could only seep out from between the fingers and under the skin in small amounts.

He clearly felt as if his body had been soaked in water and became extremely heavy. Even lifting his arms was particularly difficult.

This was a suppressive supernatural force. His body became stiffer and stiffer, accompanied by a chill that was almost like falling into an ice cellar.

Out of the corner of his eye, Luo Qian saw a hint of black beginning to appear on his arm. This black spread rapidly along the surface of his skin, and soon covered his entire arm, and the grave soil in his black arm disappeared.

His right hand turned into the ghost hand with the power of rain.

Rainwater not only has the ability to corrode, but can also invade other supernatural derivatives, and can even assimilate ghost bodies.

Luo Qian tried his best to move the grave soil to resist, but his body turned more and more towards the stiff corpse, unable to move at all.

at this time.

A powerful supernatural force dispersed the raindrops in the sky. It even distorted the space and rushed in front of Luo Qian in an incomprehensible way.

Immediately afterwards, Luo Qian's half-open eyes quickly saw the source of this supernatural force.

It's an old-fashioned rickshaw.

The rickshaw is old and covered in mottled damage, but overall it's still intact.

just
The person pulling the cart was a bloody corpse with no skin, and there was no sparkle in its eyes. It was obviously also a particularly terrifying ghost.

"Are we really going to die here?"

Luo Qian was immediately disheartened. He didn't expect that at such a desperate time, more evil ghosts would target him.

But when he discovered that the people sitting in the rickshaw were actually living people, he immediately saw hope of living.

I saw that the person sitting behind this weird rickshaw was Zhang Bohua. He turned his head slightly, with a smile on his face, and asked politely:

"Need help?"

Even though his mouth was sealed tightly, the sound still came through the rain.

(End of this chapter)