The Mysterious Resurrection of the Past of the Republic of China

Chapter 66 Beyond the Limitation of Distance

The sudden impacting ghost directly broke the barrier between the scrolls, knocking Yang Muxue ten meters away, and then disappeared in the yellowish light.

Yang Muxue's underestimation of her enemy cost her dearly. She froze on the ground for several seconds before she could move.The ghost in the body seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep and lost all movement.Without supernatural support for a short time, she was almost on the verge of death.

However, although the ghost painting's supernatural power was very terrifying, this collision could not completely suppress Yang Muxue. She felt that the supernatural power had recovered a little, and she immediately opened a door and wanted to escape.

"Now that you're here, don't leave. Anyway, I planned to kill you afterwards."

Zhang Dong's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he raised his hand towards her, intending to wipe her out on the spot, but suddenly he smelled a hint of danger.

I saw that the smelly grave soil began to appear out of thin air on his body. The color of the grave soil was light brown, with a hint of scarlet, and was very sticky. It stuck to his body like a dog-skin plaster that could not be peeled off, and exuded bursts of yin. cold.

Not only the grave soil, the hatchet's dismemberment ability followed closely behind, and the few remaining clothes were completely scattered on the ground under the dismemberment effect.

Fortunately, the angle of the knife did not hit the human skin paper and the photo of Meng Xiaodong that he carried with him. They just fell to the ground nearby and were not harmed.

However, neither the suppression of the grave soil nor the terrifying dismemberment of the hatchet can cross the gap in the ability of regular ghosts to be unaffected. They can only threaten Zhang Dong's clothes and stop there, not even harming him. A hair on his head.

But the sneak attack of the three ink clones did help Yang Muxue buy a few seconds. When Zhang Dong looked again, she had disappeared.

A burst of fire instantly expanded wantonly in Zhang Dong's body. Just when he was about to get rid of these ink derivatives and get discouraged, the open space in front of him suddenly flickered. The space there seemed to be distorted by some kind of force, and a space appeared. An old rickshaw.

Sitting in the car were Zhang Bohua, Li Qingzhi and Luo Qian.

The three of them have already solved the gathering of evil spirits they encountered.

"That woman just now must be the source of the ghost painting, right?" Zhang Bohua said with a heavy expression on his face.

He just saw Yang Muxue and saw through part of her supernatural power and information.

Zhang Dong suppressed his anger, nodded and said: "Her name is Yang Muxue. She has only mastered part of the ghost painting's supernatural power, and is now going to other scrolls to complete the puzzle."

"Then we have to imprison the ghost painting as soon as possible. There are too many powerful ghosts wandering in the painting, and they can all become puzzle pieces for her. She can join them as she likes and gain more supernatural powers." Zhang Bohua said with a slight worry, "But there are hidden things in it. There is a trap, and I’m afraid even she herself doesn’t know it.”

"Tell me about it?" Zhang Dong frowned, showing a bit of surprise.

"The essence of ghost painting is a painting. The more things are painted, the more things were covered before. When the entire painting is replaced by new things, her memory will no longer exist."

"From then on, she will completely lose her consciousness and become an extremely terrifying ghost, which will cause even more harmful supernatural events."

Hearing this, Zhang Dong immediately recalled the killing pattern of ghost paintings in the original work: memories.

Anyone who has seen a ghost painting, if they recall this painting, the painting will appear around them and they will be targeted by the ghost in the painting.

It turned out to be so.
The moment before Yang Muxue turned into a ghost, she must have been desperately trying to retrieve her dead memories. This instinct later evolved into a murderous pattern.
"Now that she has those embroidered shoes, she can easily shuttle between the scrolls. It will be difficult to find her again." Zhang Dong said solemnly, "Unless..."

Zhang Bohua's expression moved slightly and he asked, "Have you already thought of a way?"

Zhang Dong did not respond, but moved his gaze to Li Qingzhi's hatchet.

The originally brand-new hatchet was now somewhat damaged by the erosion of the supernatural. Rust appeared in some places and became rough.

This knife still lacks one last ability - ignoring distance and relying on media for dismemberment.
Now Li Qingzhi can already superimpose the dismemberment ability. Although it is just a flash in the pan, the superimposed level is very high, and most ghosts cannot withstand it.

Therefore, if there is the ability to trigger the medium, it will become no different from the hatchet in the original work.

Yang Muxue can be easily dismembered.

"If this hatchet can kill people regardless of distance, it will be useless no matter how far or deep Yang Muxue hides." Zhang Dong told everyone this idea.

"You should mean relying on the media." Zhang Bohua suddenly understood what he meant.

After hearing this, Li Qingzhi said with some surprise: "The combination of ghost shadow and restart ghost can superimpose the attack power. If this knife can hit Yang Muxue, she will definitely not be able to bear it. But I don't understand how to ignore the distance."

"Just give it a media-related ability, and it's not difficult. I know a ghost would be suitable." Zhang Bohua explained.

"Are you a shadow puppet?"

Zhang Dong immediately guessed the ghost he was talking about. When he first came into contact with the shadow puppet ghost, he deduced that the ghost relied on a medium to kill people.

Zhang Bohua laughed immediately, looked at him with admiration and said, "Yes, the rule of that ghost is to establish contact with it through the footprints, handprints, and even shadows left by people or ghosts, and then use these media to kill people. But I What’s a little puzzling is that even if this hatchet can sense footprints, it can’t cause damage to the source.”

"It's very simple." Li Qingzhi's expression changed when he heard this, and he suddenly interrupted them, "The footprints left by the woman cannot be used as a target for dismemberment, but the reboot ghost can use these footprints to find Yang Muxue at that point in time, and Bringing her in front of her is equivalent to recreating her at that time. If she is dismembered, the current Yang Muxue will be equally harmed."

As someone who had just learned about the second ability of the Restart Ghost, he naturally knew it very well.

"Interesting, it's a strange linkage, but it sounds very feasible." Zhang Bohua nodded, stroking his beard and said, "Use the medium ability of the shadow puppet ghost and the time ability of the restart ghost to remove Yang Muxue at the time when the footprints were left. If she is pulled in front of a hatchet and then dismembered, she will be equally harmed in the future."

"Indeed. It's a good plan." Luo Qian, who had been silent, also understood the general idea and added in his own way, "It's equivalent to Li Qingzhi hacking her to death, then she will die now, and the connection between the two It’s her footprints.”

"The footprints mean that she once appeared here, so we just need to find her at that time and kill her."

Zhang Dong nodded and said: "To achieve such an effect, the cooperation of three ghosts is necessary, and now we are still missing the last shadow puppet ghost."

"If I guess correctly, the ghost should be in this painting now." Zhang Bohua said, looking at the ashes in the sky.

"Find it first, then deal with Yang Muxue, and then imprison Gui Hua. Because only here will her footprints exist, and she had no feet before." Zhang Dong said decisively, "Otherwise, even if Gui Hua is imprisoned in reality, I’m afraid it’s only a part of the picture and cannot completely kill her.”

"Then what should they do?" Luo Qian raised his head slightly and looked at the three people in the distance who were exuding a greasy red light.

These are the three Zhang Bohua people reproduced in ink. Without Yang Muxue's control at this moment, they stand quietly in place, looking harmless.

"Buried them."

Zhang Dong said sternly, then got into a rickshaw and ignored him.

After a few seconds.

Zhang Bohua controlled the supernatural power of the rickshaw and disappeared with everyone.

After they left, three old graves appeared in the open space not far away, which looked particularly strange under the falling ashes.

Even though the copying ability of the ink allows the clone to gain [-]% of the supernatural power of the original owner, it is still a mantis in front of Luo Qian, who is an alien and can use the grave soil unlimitedly.On the way.

Everything around him receded quickly, his vision was blurred, and the light was distorted.

"Did you instigate the attacker who just attacked Yang Muxue?" Zhang Dong recalled the bloated body just now and looked at Zhang Bohua and asked.

Zhang Bohua nodded calmly: "That ghost is of a very high level. The withered hand of the shepherd ghost alone cannot fully control it. We can only simply modify its direction. If you want to forcefully summon it, In front of you, you need to spend more supernatural power. This deal is not worth it. It is better to wait until you need it."

"I like this rickshaw very much now. I only need to give the driver a little money to get where I want to go, even to a ghost. The disadvantage is that the supernatural level is too low and I can't go between the scrolls. Shuttle, but it’s no problem to find the shadow puppet now." He said while touching the carriage, as if admiring a treasure.

Li Qingzhi noticed the interest and asked: "Do you still need to pay for this car? Isn't it just yellow paper burned for the dead?"

Zhang Bohua smiled and said nothing.

Zhang Dong's eyes moved slightly, thinking of ghost money, but he quickly dismissed the idea.

The ghost money was printed by a money shop in Taiping Town. It is a supernatural item and may not have appeared yet.

So the money for the ride is most likely something related to the supernatural.

"You wouldn't use your ghost cage to trade with this rickshaw, right?" he said.

"Yes, the ghost cage is not very useful. It is very cost-effective to use it as a fare." Zhang Bohua said lightly.

Zhang Dong's mouth twitched, thinking that he was really a waste of money.

Such a supernatural item, he actually used it to ride in the car.

But after thinking for a few seconds, he said: "Our previous deal was that I would help you imprison the shadow puppet ghost. Now I want to change it and trade this rickshaw with the shadow puppet ghost."

He patted the rickshaw compartment.

"Is this true?" Zhang Bohua's expression changed.

"I always mean what I say." Zhang Dong said.

If the rickshaw could be made into a supernatural object, it would be great, but he prefers the supernatural bus transformed by the ghost that hit people, so this ghost is not very important to him.

But the shadow puppet ghost is concerned with whether Li Qingzhi's hatchet can become a big killer, so he must stay.

As for Zhang Bohua's fate after the ghost painting incident is over, it can only be his own choice.

After all, Zhang Dong's principle is not to interfere with their development, but if they want to stay with him, that is naturally the best.

Meng Xiaodong is the best example.

The speed of the rickshaw was so fast that several people arrived at their destination without saying a few words.

The car stopped.

The four of them saw a stage about ten meters away.

The entire stage was red, and there was no one on it. There was only a huge white cloth standing on it, covering the entire back half of the stage. A weak yellow light shined from behind the white cloth, illuminating the middle part of the white cloth.

There are many small red benches placed under the stage, which are obviously audience seats.

The difference from the last time Zhang Dong saw it was that this time there were no shadow puppets belonging to the audience on the white cloth. I don’t know if it was because there was no audience in the audience or for other reasons.

A few people got out of the car and got closer, and the rickshaw behind them immediately wanted to leave. Even if Zhang Bohua used his ghost herding ability, he couldn't stop it. He speculated that this was the reason why the ghost had a special pattern.

However, Zhang Dong didn't want to let it go. He turned around and waved his right hand gently at it. The car that was about to start immediately stopped again.

The ghost immediately froze on the spot.

After seeing it, several people looked at each other and couldn't help but marveled.

Arriving in front of the stage, everyone felt a chill filling every inch of the space, as if they were in a huge ice cellar, which made people shudder.

"The rules of this ghost are very simple. Sitting on this red bench, your shadow puppet will appear on the white cloth, and the ghost behind will kill you." Zhang Bohua explained, standing next to Zhang Dong.

"So the real source is actually the ghost behind the white cloth?" Luo Qian said.

"No," Zhang Dong said, "This stage is the source of the entire supernatural world. The ghost only acted as the executioner. Even if it is gone, other ghosts can be replaced."

Referring to the fact that the ghost behind the white cloth he saw before was actually a painted actor, he believed that the stage was the source of the medium's power.

Just like the white cloth has a connection with the bench under the stage.

The ghost just carried out the killing rule - only killing the shadow puppets that appeared on the white cloth.

"He is right, and this is another point that puzzles me." Zhang Bohua stroked his beard and said, "The shadow puppet ghost's media ability is certainly useful, but it is impossible for Li Qingzhi to control the entire stage, and if he can only control a part of the stage, I'm afraid It can’t achieve the desired effect.”

His worries were completely unfounded.

Zhang Dong naturally understands this truth. The shadow puppet ghost is somewhat similar to the ghost in the original work. The former is actually the ghost of the entire stage, while the latter is the ghost of the entire coffin.

Neither of them can be controlled in a simple way, nor can they be controlled by just touching them.

so.
Zhang Dong's brows frowned deeply.

He raised his hands in front of his eyes and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"No matter what kind of supernatural power it is, it is essentially manifested by the laws of evil ghosts. So the four abilities I have as a regular ghost are all related to laws. The first is interference, the second is stealing, and the third is creation. Now. The only thing missing is the fourth ability to change the rules that I haven’t tried yet, maybe now is an opportunity.”

His thoughts were working rapidly, and a method that seemed very reliable gradually formed in his mind without causing any cost to himself.

Then, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, his eyes focused on the stage, and he murmured:

"What would happen if I stole the media ability of the stage, simply modified it, and then applied his creative ability to Li Qingzhi?"

(End of this chapter)