The Mysterious Resurrection of the Past of the Republic of China

Chapter 7 The spread of darkness
The rich red color of the blood in the wooden bowl gave off a unique smell, which was the same as the rotten smell in the house.

The kerosene lamp emitted flickering light, illuminating the bowl of blood even more strangely.

Zhang Dong's face was solemn, and he immediately threw the bowl to the ground. The blood splashed on the ground was bubbling, as if there was something hidden inside.

However, the old woman didn't take it seriously. She still had a kind face, neither angry nor showing any other emotions. She turned around and picked up the rag to wipe the stove, turning a blind eye to the pool of blood on the ground.

"Ghost?"

Zhang Dong stood up with a cold face and followed her quietly. He noticed a thin red line on her neck, as if she had been cut with a knife, and the flesh was turned outwards.

Not only that, as he glanced over the old woman's body, he found that there were many tiny wounds on the latter's body, and even neat cuts appeared on her clothes.These cuts are not obvious, and are even harder to spot in a dimly lit room.

"old lady?"

"What's wrong, Hou Sheng? Aren't you full?"

"No, do you remember the last time someone saw a black shadow?"

Zhang Dong decided to ask tentatively first.

"About. Three days ago."

"Then do you remember what happened in the past three days?"

"What happened in the past three days."

The old lady stopped what she was doing and recalled thoughtfully. Suddenly her face changed, and her kind face turned into confusion.

"I'm so confused that I can't remember what happened in the past three days."

"It's not that I can't remember clearly, it's because you are already dead."

Zhang Dong stared at her with a gloomy gaze, and then said: "You will know if I touch your neck."

"neck."

The old woman groped around her neck with her left hand, and soon touched a wound. She followed the wound and found that the wound circled around her neck.

"How could this happen?" She showed a fearful expression. Before she could finish her words, her whole body began to break apart like building blocks, and pieces of residual limbs of different sizes rolled to the ground.

The whole figure seemed to be broken up and scattered evenly on the ground.One of them was half of her face, with her eyes wide open, showing a look of horror.

This scene made Zhang Dong take a breath. Although he had seen ghost murders in the original work, only now that he had personally experienced its killing process did he realize how terrifying it was.

The edges of the ghost's dismembered limbs are very smooth, even neater than the sharpest knife in the world. This means that the victim will not easily discover the wounds on his body and temporarily rely on the supernatural power to survive. If he finds out that he has actually been When you die, the supernatural power will dissipate.

At this time, the talent will die completely.

But what makes Zhang Dong strange is that ghost shadows don't cut people into pieces, which is not like its style.

And the criss-crossing wounds don't look like they were made by it, but instead look like they were caused by a hatchet.

The hatchet is a supernatural item on Yang Jian's weapon. He obtained it from a supernatural place. Before that, this supernatural item belonged to Li Qingzhi, one of the Seven Elders.

The original owner of the ghost shadow is also this person.

There is very little information about Li Qingzhi in the original work. Except for the hatchet and ghost shadow, there is no information about other ghosts he controls.

This man is a very mysterious person, but his position among the Seven Elders proves that he is also very scary.

While thinking about it, Zhang Dong had no idea that a kind of terror was brewing in this dilapidated house.

Under the bed, the chair was low, and the shadows in the cupboard seemed to have come to life now, beginning to surge, spread, and gradually gather together to form a darker mass of black.This shadow is so black that it barely reflects any light. It is like a stream made of ink entangled on the ground, slowly flowing towards Zhang Dong.

When it passes the place where the oil lamp shines, it will deliberately change its direction and seems to only move in the dark corners.

At this time, Zhang Dong, who was inspecting the body parts, suddenly felt a cold breath permeating the surroundings, as if he had suddenly fallen into an ice cave, and the rotten smell in the air became stronger.

Ok?
His eyes moved slightly, and he immediately stood up and looked around, and suddenly found that he was surrounded by a huge black shadow.

All the furniture was covered with a layer of black shadow. The tables, chairs, stove, walls, and even the corpse of the old woman on the ground were all black.

The black shadows formed a circle, and the boundary of the circle was exactly the range of light emitted by the kerosene lamp in Zhang Dong's hand.

Looking at the surging shadows, Zhang Dong instantly recognized them as ghosts.

"Only moving where there is no light?"

"Or does this kerosene lamp have the supernatural power to drive away evil spirits?"

He squinted his eyes and observed, and quickly judged the shadow's movement pattern. It seemed to be different from the ghost he knew.

But after inspection, he found nothing unusual about the oil lamp. It was just an ordinary lamp. Although the light was not strong, it was enough to illuminate the surroundings, creating a safe area for the holder like a ghost candle.

Zhang Dong tried to move with the oil lamp, and the light range changed accordingly, and the shadow also moved, always keeping a distance covered by the light.

"Sure enough, he will take the initiative to stay away from the place where the light shines. No wonder hiding in this dark house will turn people into ghost slaves at best."

This ghost is not very scary, and coupled with the fact that it only moves in the shadows, its harmfulness is also greatly reduced.

Zhang Dong took bold steps and walked outside the house. The light dispersed the surging shadows on the ground, leaving him a large safe space.

When he came outside the house, he looked back and found that the shadow was following him, but it was forced not to move forward by the light of the oil lamp.

There is no threat at the moment.

Zhang Dong secretly thought and walked towards other rooms.

When he opened the door, a strong rancid smell penetrated his nose, causing him to sneeze several times.

When he raised the oil lamp, corpses were everywhere where the light shone. The people in the village who were still alive just now were all broken to pieces like the old woman.

And everything in the house was pitch black, with shadows hanging over it, making the whole house look like it had been spray-painted with black paint.

Presumably the same is true for the people in other houses. The ghost slaves who have long since become ghosts have become corpses that only rely on residual consciousness and supernatural power to survive, waiting for the next victim to come to their door.

Zhang Dong walked out of the door and saw darkness everywhere he looked. The ground, tree trunks, leaves, and even the houses were all pitch black, making him inevitably wonder if everything nearby was part of the ghost. ?

Then the coverage is too large.

He had to re-evaluate the horror of this ghost. After all, this was the Republic of China decades earlier than the original work, and the ghosts he was familiar with would be more or less different from those in the future.

Who knows how they might change in a few decades.

At this moment, a breeze blew over from nowhere and instantly blew out the oil lamp in Zhang Dong's hand.

Darkness fell suddenly.

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