The Mysterious Resurrection of the Past of the Republic of China

Chapter 8 Li Qingzhi

A breeze blew away the only light source in Zhang Dong's hand, and the surroundings instantly fell into darkness.

His nerves were tense at this moment, his hair stood on end, and his body arched unconsciously.

Without the protection of light, he will be the first target to be attacked by ghosts.

The same is true.

He saw an outline gradually rising from the ground in the darkness. It was a dark oval at first, and soon grew limbs and a head.

A black figure stood in front of him in an instant, less than three meters away.

The cold breath spread, and the putrid smell rushed towards him like a flood that burst a dam.

"Without the obstruction of light, the killing pattern was immediately triggered?"

Zhang Dong's eyes narrowed, and he could vaguely distinguish the direction of the ghost. Then he raised his right hand and waved it gently, as if wiping away dirt on the glass, and murmured at the corner of his mouth:

"I will steal the laws that this ghost can dismember."

As the law of 'dismemberment' was stolen from his body, he immediately felt something abnormal in his shadow, and tried to control it to stand up.

The black shadow stood behind Zhang Dong like a giant, walking towards the ghost under his control. The shape of the shadow's right hand changed, forming the shape of a hatchet, and then it struck the ghost in front of him. .

A terrifying supernatural power erupted, and the ghost figure was split in half diagonally and fell to the ground without moving.

After the ghost is broken into puzzle pieces, it will fall into silence. Although it will slowly reintegrate over time, it will be safe during this period.

It turned out to be so.
The corners of Zhang Dong's mouth raised slightly, and he understood how the old woman had all the incisions on her body.

It turns out that the ghost shadow of this period itself has the power of a hatchet, which can directly cause damage to the ghost. Its shadow can be turned into a hatchet, and it can just chop.

But this kind of dismemberment ability is certainly not indisputable. If you encounter a terrifying ghost with a high level of terror, there is a high probability that it will not be able to dismember it.

As for the cost of using this ability, since it won't affect you anyway, it doesn't matter.

The two halves of the ghost lay quietly in place, appearing harmless to humans and animals. The melancholy black body blended perfectly into the night, and you couldn't tell it without looking carefully.

Just ignore it for now.

Zhang Dong frowned and thought, planning to take advantage of the ghost's death time and the gap before the regular ghost's price to check the situation nearby.

He came to the outside of a two-story building, turned around to make sure that the ghost was still silent, and then pushed the door open and entered.

The smell of mold mixed with putridity filled every inch of the room. He pinched his nose and searched the room with a look of disgust.

The room was even darker than outside, and it was impossible to see anything.

Zhang Dong carefully groped the wall and moved forward, kicking corpses on the ground from time to time. He kicked an unknown head of someone far away and stopped only after hitting the wall.

"How many people did this ghost kill? Now these people are still causing trouble to me even after they are dead."

His eyes tightened, and he walked unsteadily, not daring to take a deep breath. He had to walk for almost a minute to reach the other end of the house, which was more than ten meters away.

There is a separate room here. From the ax hanging on the door, you can tell that this room should contain daily necessities.

"Squeak~"

The old wooden door jammed halfway as soon as it made a harsh sound, looking extremely strange in the silent night.

Zhang Dong didn't want to stay here for too long, so he pushed hard, and a storage room of several square meters appeared in the dim field of vision.

The dust was stirred up and there was a smell in the air.

After a quick glance, he saw a table stacked in the corner of the storage room. There was a small black object on the table. He could tell at a glance that it was a new kerosene lamp.

Zhang Dong showed a hint of joy and immediately took it over. Just as he was about to leave, he caught a glimpse of a corpse leaning in the other corner of the storage room.

Ok?
He looked slightly moved and immediately took a few steps away.

Another victim?
But why is this body complete?In doubt, Zhang Dong took out the smooth match in his pocket and lit the kerosene lamp skillfully.

The fire slowly rose, and the darkness was dispersed. This light soon shone on Zhang Dong and the corpse in the corner.

It's the body of a man.
"help me"

The corpse seemed to sense the light, suddenly woke up, and actually made a cry for help.

Not dead?
His expression changed slightly and he stepped forward.

This was a burly man. He was wearing a loose coarse rag vest, and his body was covered in coagulated blood. Large and small wounds could be vaguely seen on his skin, as if cut by a knife.

The man's mouth was bleeding and his face was pale. He said with almost his last breath: "Help me."

He huddled in the corner with a breath, and even if he wasn't dead, he was not far away.

Zhang Dong looked at him warily, and finally decided to rescue him first. After all, the ghost was silent not far away at the moment and would wake up soon.

Moreover, all the people in the nearby houses were dead, but he was the only one alive. There must be something unusual about him.

Five minutes later, with the help of Zhang Dong, the two arrived at a location about 5 meters away from the houses.

This distance should be safe enough.

"thank you"

The man was dying and said, raising his right hand covered with wounds and reaching towards Zhang Dong.

Zhang Dong did not shake hands with him, but looked at him slightly warily.

There were countless wounds on this man's body, and the blood seemed to have drained away. The coarse rag vest was stained crimson, his skin was pale, and he exuded the aura of death.

He looked completely like a ghost. Even if he wasn't a ghost, he was still a ghost controller on the verge of death.

So it's right to be vigilant.

"It doesn't matter, I look quite scary." The man seemed to be aware of Zhang Dong's sense of crisis, so he forced a smile and said.

Zhang Dong looked solemn, kept a few meters away from him, and asked:
"What's your name?"

"Li Li Qingzhi."

As soon as these words came out, Zhang Dong's eyes suddenly widened.

Another seventh old man.
Although he looks very embarrassed now, the ghostly figure not far away and his obvious burly figure should be able to conclude that he is the Li Qingzhi of Qi Lao.

A person who transforms into a fierce ghost, holds a hatchet, and kills thousands of ghosts.

It's just that Zhang Dong can't believe it. On the first day he traveled here, he met two Seven Elders.

This probability is actually a bit higher.

But when he thought about it, he instantly understood what was going on.

It feels a bit like survivor bias. It's not that he met Meng Xiaodong and Li Qingzhi after traveling through time, but that they were waiting for him here.

You must know that what you are replacing now is the identity of Zhang Dong in the original work.As one of the first people to become ghost masters, the people around him must be ruthless characters, so it would naturally lead to a coincidence.

If explained in this way, it is not difficult to understand.

Zhang Dong retracted his thoughts, looked around the dim surroundings, then moved his gaze to him and asked: "So you killed the people in these houses, right?"

Li Qingzhi looked shocked when he heard this: "How do you know?"

"Everyone here is dead, but you are the only one alive. There is a high probability that you are the one who killed me. Even if you were not the one who killed me, you must have known something, and it has nothing to do with you." Zhang Dong said with a solemn expression, and at the same time Her eyes stayed on the countless wounds on his body,

(End of this chapter)