The Mysterious Resurrection of the Past of the Republic of China

Chapter 70
With seven days left before the Ghost Festival, Zhang Dong and his party had already checked into the Ping'an Inn. While waiting here, they paid attention to the ghost masters who came to the ghost market to trade.

This inn is very famous in the local area. According to Zhang Bohua, there seems to be some kind of strange power that protects the people in the room from being stared at by evil ghosts, or keeps the ghosts staying in a quiet state.

Therefore, it has become the first choice for most ghost masters, but the inn only has twelve rooms, so it is often full.

At that time, there will inevitably be competition for rooms.

Because the closer to the opening of the Ghost Market, the more ghosts there will be in the area. If you leave the protection of the inn room and wander around outside, you may be targeted by ghosts.

No one wants to see this situation.

After all, the people who come here are only interested in making money and have no interest in other things.

Even if he is not seeking money, he is still seeking ways to ease the ghost's recovery. He has no extra energy to fight against the ghost.

So it is naturally better to choose a safe inn to stay.

Not only that, this inn also has a filtering capability.

Higher-level ghosts and ghost masters with severe recovery from evil ghosts will be placed on the fourth floor, while ordinary ghost masters or low-level ghosts will stay on the third floor below.

Obviously, in order to maintain order, the inn will distinguish guests with higher potential threats from ordinary guests to ensure normal operations.

But this also indirectly allows most residents to understand the strength of other people.

inside the room.

After closing the door, Zhang Dong did not immediately walk into the room. Instead, after a few seconds, he opened the door a crack and carefully observed the situation outside.

The corridor was empty, no one was following him, and there were no other supernatural phenomena. He seemed to be the first person to stay on the third floor below this inn.

After turning around and entering the room, he began to look at the facilities in the room.

The first thing that caught the eye was a birch chair and a table. There was an oil lamp on the table, but it was not lit, so the room was a little dark.

Open the curtains and light shines in from the outside.

Zhang Dong clearly saw the layout of the room.

Apart from the chair and table I just saw, there is only a single bed and a cabinet.

All the furniture has lost its original color, showing a mottled and aged look.

However, after careful inspection, he did not find that the furniture had supernatural powers. Not only the furniture, but also the dilapidated walls were made of ordinary materials.

This is a completely normal room.

This must be the case for the entire inn. There are no supernatural beings, but it can accommodate ghosts.

This made Zhang Dong a little confused. He sat on the chair and focused on the unlit oil lamp.

A box of matches next to the oil lamp caught his attention.

This box of matches is a little different from the ones sold outside. Its outer packaging says it is not made by a certain factory and has no name, but a scarlet eye.

What's even more creepy is that when Zhang Dong picked up the matchbox, the eye actually moved, and its pupils were pointed at Zhang Dong, as if observing him.

"This eye."

Zhang Dong frowned, feeling more and more that this eye was somewhat similar to Yang Jian's ghost eye in the original work.

The eyes look very real, almost the same as the eyeballs of a living person, and the frequency of rotation is getting faster and faster, giving a restless feeling.

It was constantly observing, especially Zhang Dong's movements.

"If this eye is a ghost eye, then where is the owner of the ghost eye?"

As the protagonist in the original work, Zhang Dong is very familiar with the origin of Yang Jian's ghost eyes. He obtained them from a huge black shadow nailed to a bone tree.

But at this moment, the ghost eye is actually on this little matchbox.

After hesitating for a while, Zhang Dong planned to take out a match and light an oil lamp to try. This supernatural item might be able to illuminate the true appearance of the room.

However, there was only one match in the matchbox, and the area where the front end ignited was a rich red, as if it was made of solidified blood.

Just when Zhang Dong was about to light the match, there was a knock on the door.

"dong dong dong~"

The knock on the door was loud and urgent.

Zhang Dong's expression moved slightly, he came to the door and asked:
"Who?"

The voice of the paper man from before came immediately from behind the door.

"Sir, the lights can't be lit until dark. It's not even five o'clock yet."

It didn't seem to leave, or it might have noticed the changes in the room and returned to the third floor.

The paper man's voice was a bit sad and a bit dissuasive.

Zhang Dong's expression changed slightly: "What will happen if I light it during the day?"

However, the paper man did not continue to respond, and there was a sound of leaving outside the door.

Zhang Dong raised his eyebrows and opened the door.

The paper man is gone.

It did not tell Zhang Dong what would happen if he lit the oil lamp, but its actions explained that the consequences of doing so would be serious.

"There shouldn't be any danger in lighting a kerosene lamp, otherwise the paper man wouldn't have said that it can only be lit at night. The point is not about the kerosene lamp, but at night."

Zhang Dong analyzed that he felt that the kerosene lamp in each room should be a kind of protection, because night means danger, and the light emitted by lighting it at this time should protect the people in the room.

so.
He planned to light it now and try. Anyway, even if he encountered a supernatural attack, he would be fine.

It's just that there is only one match in his room. If he wants to light it, he can light it in other rooms.

Without hesitation, he returned to the corridor and entered the next room.

Same furnishings, same interior.

They are both guest rooms on the third floor, so there is not much difference between the two rooms.

Come to the table.

Zhang Dong took out the match and was about to light it when the ghost eyes on the matchbox turned slightly to look at him. The scarlet eyes moved twice, as if to send a warning.

He simply ignored the warning.

"Cha~"

There was a friction sound, and a burst of hot flames instantly emerged, emitting a pungent smell caused by burning flesh and blood, filling every inch of the room.

The match was lit, and the flame burned was not yellow, but blood-like scarlet.

Zhang Dong did not hesitate and lit the oil lamp with the help of this flame.

The fire suddenly brightened up, and the rich red light spread out instantly, shrouding everything like Yang Jian's ghost realm.

Only Zhang Dong was not affected.And where the red light covers everything, everything stops.

The curtains that had just been blown by the wind were now suspended in mid-air as if the pause button had been pressed.

"This red light seems to be the sixth level ghost realm, which can suspend everything."

Zhang Dong's eyes moved and he quickly analyzed the supernatural power of the oil lamp.

He is familiar with the six-level ghost realm of the Ghost Eye and can pause time. Unless the ghost with a high level of terror can move slowly, even the driver of the Ghost Eye cannot avoid this effect.

However, the ability of the regular ghost was revealed, so that Zhang Dong was not shrouded in the ghost realm at all. Even if he entered, his actions would most likely not be hindered.

"It turns out that after lighting the oil lamp, everything in the room will be suspended to protect the residents. And the higher-level ghosts have been arranged to the fourth floor. Ghosts that can live on the third floor or below cannot escape the sixth-floor ghost realm. Influence."

Zhang Dong roughly understood the purpose of the oil lamp, but he couldn't help but feel doubts in his heart.

As the inn manager, Mr. Liu actually uses ghosts of the Ghost Eye level as the inn's protection mechanism, so he himself is probably a very powerful ghost controller.

This person is not simple.

Withdrawing his thoughts, Zhang Dong walked straight out through the red light.

The light stopped spreading when it reached the door, apparently only covering the area within the room.

And the continuously burning oil lamp has no intention of going out. It has enough fuel and is expected to last the whole night.

Ignoring it, Zhang Dong left the house and closed the door.

The paper man said just now that it was not yet five o'clock and it was still early, so he decided to go out for a walk.

I happen to be a little hungry now, so I want to find something to eat first.

It's just that going out to eat requires money. He is now penniless, and his clothes were already riddled with holes after being attacked by the fisherman ghost. They were almost broken into pieces and hung on his body, making him look like a beggar. Yes, very depressed.

"Where can I get some money?"

Zhang Dong's face darkened.
Li Qingzhi and the others have already gone to the fourth floor, and judging from their appearance, it is estimated that the few of them together cannot make up an ocean.

Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind.

Then he quickly walked downstairs.

The streets at this point are very lively, and the sound of hawking is endless.

Zhang Dong was squeezed into the crowd, and passersby unconsciously looked at him, not because his clothes were in tatters, but at the paper man he was carrying on his shoulders.

He just took away the paper man from the door of Ping An Inn. He planned to go to the paper man shop he passed just now to sell some money and get something to eat.

"Then the boss should be quite rich. He shouldn't care about a paper man, right? Even if he has to pay for it himself, he can just ask Zhang Bohua to give him something."

Zhang Dong thought, and his steps became faster.

Soon, he carried the paper man to the paper man shop.

This store is different from ordinary stores. The entire house seems to be made of folded paper. It looks fragile, but there are obvious supernatural traces on it, but it is actually very strong.

When the two paper boys standing at the door saw Zhang Dong, their eyes rolled around and they stared at him quietly.

But if Zhang Dong also looks at them, the latter will return to their original indifferent expression, which looks very strange.

into the house.

There are endless origami products placed on both sides of the house, including paper figures, paper tables, paper chairs, paper beds, etc. There is even a sedan made of paper, and the sedan is carried by two identical paper figures.

Continuing walking inside, there are some knick-knacks on the paper counter, such as paper boats, paper bowls, paper boxes, etc.

It's just that these gadgets haven't been painted yet, they are all white.

All the items made of paper continuously emitted a strong supernatural trace, making Zhang Dong feel wary.

This paper doll shop is probably related to Liu San in the original work, and is most likely run by the old corpse in Liu San's body.

According to the information in the original work, Liu San’s old corpse is suspected to be that of a strong man from the Republic of China.

Very mysterious.

Just as Zhang Dong was looking at these paper products, the boss of the back room walked out.

"What do you need, sir?"

The boss was a man in his 30s, wearing a simple black gown with an indifferent expression. He stared straight at Zhang Dong and asked, with a hint of indifference in his tone.

"I want to exchange this paper man for some money." Zhang Dong said straight to the point, putting the paper man down from his shoulders and standing in front of the boss.

The boss stared at the paper man with a dull look, and then said: "This paper man was bought by the innkeeper a while ago, why did you bring it back again? Moreover, some places are seriously damaged and are not worth much. Are you sure you want to change?"

Zhang Dong said: "Just change it, let's make a price."

This kind of supernatural thing, even if it is a second-hand product, is probably worth a lot of money, enough to eat.

The boss did not respond, but rummaged under the counter for something. After a while, he pulled out a piece of colorful paper money and handed it over.

"If the paper figurine is damaged and still usable, I'll give you three yuan. It's already quite a lot. I'm doing this for the sake of the innkeeper."

Three yuan paper money?

Zhang Dong's eyes moved slightly, he took the paper money and looked at it.

I originally thought I could exchange this second-hand paper man for some ocean, but I ended up getting ghost money.

Could it be that the bank in Taiping Ancient Town has already opened?
This piece of paper money has a special pattern printed on it. The color is very bright and looks like it has just been printed.Just by touching it, you can feel an indescribable coldness.

This thing is an item that stores supernatural power.

When Zhang Dong took the paper money, the paper man standing next to him immediately became active and entered the back room with stiff steps.

"Okay, do you want to buy anything else?" the boss then asked.

"No need." Zhang Dong rejected him, then held up the paper money and asked, "I would like to ask where can I get this paper money?"

"Ghost money?" The boss was surprised. "You can exchange it in the ghost market. What? Don't you know? Then why are you coming to Taiping Town?"

Zhang Dong did not respond directly, but continued to ask: "Exchange ghosts for ghost money?"

"Of course, the people who come here are all waiting to enter the ghost market to exchange money." The boss said patiently.

"What's the use of this damn money?"

"When you encounter a ghost that you can't solve, just pay for it, or buy someone else's ghost, or even buy the ghost of the owner of the ghost collection." The boss said, while looking at Zhang Dong, "Are you a newbie? It's your first time here?"

Zhang Dong nodded slightly, thanked him and planned to leave.

However, when he just turned around, three strange-looking foreigners appeared in his sight.

They wore top hats, leather jackets, cigars in their mouths, and looked at everything in the paper shop with slightly squinted eyes.

(End of this chapter)