The Mysterious Resurrection of the Past of the Republic of China

Chapter 83 Preparatory Plan
After He Qingxiang disappeared, he left behind the eyeball with the ability to summon souls, which was then controlled by He Liansheng.

The driving process was extremely painful, making everyone's scalp numb, especially Li Qingzhi, who frowned deeply.

But in front of this child of about ten years old, he behaved extremely calmly.

He seemed to have expected this day to come, and was mentally prepared to become the next spiritualist without hesitation.

Pain is inevitable, but in his heart, everything he believes in far outweighs these pains.

"He Liansheng, from now on this Taiping Ancestral Hall will be handed over to you. Since I promised your grandfather to take care of you, I will never break my promise."

Zhang Dong looked at him with a solemn gaze, and he couldn't help but feel admiration in his heart. He turned to look at Zhang Bohua and others, "After the incident in Taiping Town is over, we will leave our memorial tablets, which can be a little help in rebuilding the ancestral hall. "

He Liansheng endured the pain, looked at Zhang Dong with his only eye and said: "The premise of summoning souls is to target the dead. You can't use the spirit tablets now."

Zhang Dong said: "If you don't use it now, it doesn't mean you won't use it in the future. It's just preparation in advance. And if I encounter some items belonging to the dead souls in the future, I will bring them to you."

"Yes, Housheng. Although our current performance is not as strong as that of the previous dead soul, it does not mean that we will not be able to do it in the future." Li Qingzhi's tone was full of concern.

"Do you think the strength of a soul summoner only comes from the souls of the dead?" He Liansheng said, "My grandfather taught me many abilities, which are not necessarily weaker than the ability to summon souls."

"Okay, I have already made it clear to you that the effects of your methods are not on the table at all, and they are far from your grandfather." Zhang Bohua said with a smile on his face while stroking his beard.

Facing this young spiritualist, everyone did not speak too harshly, but taught him earnestly.

"We don't want to stay here anymore, we have other things to do, and I hope you won't stop us from what we are doing in Taiping Town in the next few days. You don't have a spiritual place to use now, which is when you are most vulnerable, so when you encounter Don’t be aggressive on certain issues, just wait for us to take action.”

Zhang Dong said earnestly, feeling a bit like an elder brother.

He Liansheng didn't refute after hearing this. He lowered his head slightly, seeming to be thinking about something.

Zhang Bohua suddenly laughed and then turned around and walked out of the ancestral hall:

"Haha, things are easier than we thought. We can have fun in Taiping Town in the next few days. I didn't go around much when I came here before, but now it seems that a few more shops have opened, so I can go and do some trading. .”

Zhang Dong glanced at He Liansheng a few more times, and then followed him out.

"Are we just leaving?"

Li Qingzhi followed him, turning his head frequently to look at the lonely figure less than 1.5 meters tall, and couldn't help but feel sympathy.

It seems that he once had such a past, so he has a deeper understanding of He Liansheng's experience.

"We still have very important things to do, and we can't stay here for too long. Besides, the spiritualist is born lonely, and the only ones who can accompany him are the sleeping souls."

Zhang Dong said with a solemn expression.

To be honest, he sympathized with He Liansheng. If he joined the supernatural circle at such a young age, his future would be full of obstacles.

But he was too weak to take care of a new ghost controller for a long time.

"But..." Li Qingzhi's expression moved slightly and his steps stopped.

"But what? Why do you care about him so much? This is not your style." Zhang Bohua came up and looked at Li Qingzhi with an unbelievable expression on his face.

"My sister was three years older than him when she died."

Li Qingzhi sighed slightly and said with a bit of sadness in his eyes.

These words made the two of them look at each other, especially Zhang Dong, who immediately remembered that his sister Xiaolan was lost in some unknown place.

It's been so long, I'm afraid he's already dead.

He patted Li Qingzhi on the shoulder and could only give him a little encouragement with his eyes.

Zhang Bohua, who had always loved joking, also withdrew his playful smile at this moment, leaving only a heavy gaze.

The few people were speechless and quickly returned to Taiping Inn.

Now that the matter at the ancestral hall has been resolved, people in Taiping Town will gradually know that the new spiritualist has taken office, and will also find that the shackles that bound them have been lifted.

The document of the Supernatural Society will be turned into a blank piece of paper, and the clarion call of resistance will be fired, and the first shot will be aimed at the foreigners who recently lived in Taiping Town.

There had already been several cases of foreign ghost masters being slaughtered that day. Even if they produced proof from the paranormal society, they could not stop the residents' anger.

They had already suffered enough oppression, not to mention that the foreigners did not regard them as human beings at all, so they used various means to pour their anger on these foreigners.

In the face of the ancient power that has been stored for hundreds of years, the ghosts controlled by the gringos are like child's play and can only be easily crushed.

Zhang Dong and others did not pay attention, but returned to the Taiping Inn early to rest.

There is nothing else to do at the moment, you just need to wait patiently for the ghost market to open before you can implement the next plan.

With five days left before the Hungry Ghost Festival, they found a rare moment of peace.

On the third floor of the inn.

The room was very quiet, there were no lights on, and the curtains were closed, so it was a little dark.

Zhang Dong lay on the bed sideways with his eyes closed, breathing evenly, enjoying the comfort brought by this quietness while recalling He Qingxiang's words.

I recalled carefully.

He analyzed more and more hidden information.

"The owner of Ghost Ji is named Huang Quan. He is a character who has lived for more than 100 years. Later, after the puzzle pieces were broken up, he took advantage of the trading nature of Ghost Ji to continuously collect his own previous puzzle pieces."

"Then he probably discovered the existence of the Yin-Yang Road and found a way to live forever from the Yin-Yang Road. However, the disadvantage of this method is that he will be trapped there forever, so he gave up this method."

"But this method was discovered by He Qingxiang. He thought this was an opportunity to solve the 70-year supernatural invasion, so he jointly plotted this plan with the president of the Supernatural Society. It seems that the ghost market will open in a few days. , that president will also come here to complete what He Qingxiang has not completed."

"But it will definitely be difficult for him to do it alone, because according to the plan, He Qingxiang should not be dead at this time, and he will jointly implement the plan with the president of the Supernatural Society. But because he and others broke the balance of the ancestral hall and released That terrifying dead soul accelerated the progress of the plan and He Qingxiang died."

"In this case, without He Qingxiang's help, the possibility of the president's success is very low, which means he needs support. This may be the reason why He Qingxiang told us this secret before he died. He wanted me to help the Supernatural Society. President."

Zhang Dong closed his eyes, but his eyes were deeply focused.

He would never help before the truth was revealed.Because that president allowed foreign forces to bully his family.

But now he can think about it, because once he succeeds, he will be able to stop the evil ghosts from invading reality for a long time.

In reality, ghost masters only need to deal with existing supernatural events.

It’s really mouth-watering.

However, He Qingxiang once said that suppressing Huang Quan's corpse would require the supernatural power of the entire Taiping Town.

This means that Taiping Town will disappear and its residents will be homeless.

What's more important is that the supernatural properties of some shops are closely related to Taiping Town and cannot be separated independently.

This means that a large wave of power against the supernatural will disappear, and the ghost control camp will be a little weaker.

It feels like hurting the enemy one thousand and self-defeating eight hundred.

unless
Thinking of this, Zhang Dong's eyes suddenly opened, and a glimmer of light flashed in his pupils.

Unless a way is found to suppress Huang Quan's corpse without using Taiping Town's supernatural powers.

"That nail."

He thought of coffin nails.Suddenly.

Zhang Dong immediately sat up from the bed and quickly moved his eyes to the oil lamp on the table in the center of the room.

Under the oil lamp is a box of matches, with a scarlet ghost eye turning restlessly, spying on everything in the room.

Ghost eyes?

coffin nail?
Suppressed corpse?

"Could it be that Huang Quan is the Lord of Ghost Eyes?"

One clue after another connected together, Zhang Dong came to a surprising conclusion.

Huang Quan is now hiding somewhere in Taiping Town, and he is inextricably linked to the Ghost Collection.

Ghost eyes are very common in Taiping Town and are used as amulets for the coming of night, indicating that they are also connected to the underworld.

In addition, when Yang Jian obtained the ghost eyes in the original work, he obtained them from a tall corpse in a supernatural space in Hongfa Temple, and that corpse happened to be in a suppressed state.

It can use its own supernatural power to create a supernatural space, but it is restricted by the coffin nails and cannot move.

More importantly, the third golden house where Yin Yang Road is located happens to be in Dachang City, which is the city where the Lord of Ghost Eyes is imprisoned.

This information is very consistent with the current situation.

It’s hard not to consider the connection.

After Zhang Dong pondered for a while, he increasingly felt that the possibility of this speculation was very high.

"So the top priority now is to find a way to make a coffin nail before the ghost market arrives."

That thing is a very powerful supernatural item, and I'm afraid no one can make it except myself.

He thought and lay back on the bed.

"There is a coffin shop in Taiping Town. Maybe we can find a clue there."

After making plans for the next few days, Zhang Dong gradually fell asleep.

He slept soundly that night without being disturbed, and he didn't even feel the supernatural power emanating from the ghost eyes.
The next day.

Not long after the sun rose, there was a knock on Zhang Dong's door.

"dong dong dong~"

At this time, the ghost realm emitted by the oil lamp disappeared, and Zhang Dong frowned and sat up from the bed.

open the door.

Standing outside the door were Li Qingzhi, Zhang Bohua, and Mr. Liu.

There's even a paper figurine shop owner.

"Why are you here?"

Zhang Dong looked them over, and then motioned for everyone to enter the room.

"We learned about what happened in the ancestral hall yesterday. Everyone was shocked. Most people recognized your strength. So early this morning, they united to denounce the Supernatural Society and the ancestral hall."

The owner of the paper figurine shop said with excitement. He sat on the chair and let out a long sigh of relief, as if something had settled on his mind.

"Yes, Housheng. From the strength you showed when you killed those foreigners, I feel that you are not simple. No, there are a lot of people gathered outside the inn now. They are all old people with important positions in various shops. They are said to be I want to meet this young man like you." Mr. Liu said politely, picked up the kettle and poured Zhang Dong a cup of tea.

Zhang Bohua and Li Qingzhi stood behind Zhang Dong knowingly, listening to the conversation of the three.

Zhang Dong waved his hand to indicate that you were welcome, but sat down and said with a solemn expression:

"I know you have a bad opinion of the ancestral hall, but the truth is not what you think. The spiritual caller has been changed. You must know this, but I would like to advise you first. Don't take this opportunity to cause trouble with the ancestral hall. , otherwise you will have trouble with me, Zhang Dong."

As soon as he said this, Li Qingzhi frowned and unconsciously clenched the hatchet in his hand.

"Why?" The owner of the paper man shop looked a little surprised, "You killed the last spiritualist, and now you are actively protecting the next one?"

"We didn't kill him, we killed one of the dead souls. The previous soul summoner died at the end of his life." Zhang Bohua added, stroking his beard.

"What do you mean?" Mr. Liu also asked hurriedly, "Taiping Town has been ridden by the ancestral hall for so many years. That can't be justified just because the spiritual summoner dies."

Zhang Dong raised his right hand to stop him, and his eyes became sharp: "I told you that the ancestral hall is not what you imagined. He Qingxiang set so many rules, but he was actually protecting Taiping Town. His contract with the Supernatural Society did not infringe on you. Instead, I seek opportunities for you to live a stable life."

"This opportunity coincides with the ghost gathering in a few days. At that time, the president of the Supernatural Society will also come here to complete He Qingxiang's plan during his lifetime."

When he said this, Zhang Dong vaguely noticed that the ghost eyes on the table turned restlessly, hinting at releasing the ghost realm.

Immediately, he raised his hand and waved, instantly erasing the ghost eyes.

This scene startled everyone.

"Let's continue." Zhang Dong retracted his gaze and continued, "You have also seen that the eye used to protect you at night is actually a surveillance method, used to spy on every move of everyone in the town. And this The source of the eyes is probably the owner of Guiji."

"His name is Huang Quan. He was a powerful ghost controller many years ago. He collected previous puzzle pieces through ghost gatherings. He Qingxiang once worked under him and discovered some of his secrets. He also learned a long-term method of suppressing supernatural beings. , we discussed it with the president of the Supernatural Society, and Huang Quan must be responsible for this method, so naturally he would not accept it."

When Zhang Dong said this, he saw Zhang Bohua wink at him and turned his head slightly.

Zhang Dong knew very well what he meant, which was to prevent himself from saying that the price of seeking a stable life was sacrificing the entire Taiping Town.

In this case, the residents would not agree to it anyway.

The owner of the paper shop frowned, thought for a moment and asked, "If the truth is what you said, He Qingxiang can discuss this plan with us, and there is no need to bear all this on his own."

Mr. Liu also echoed: "It is true. Although the ancestral hall is very strong, our combined strength is not weak. If we are added together, it will definitely be better than him fighting alone."

Zhang Dong hesitated for a moment, then said: "Maybe he has his own reasons, or he doesn't want too many people to know about this plan. There is no airtight wall, otherwise Huang Quan will find out sooner or later."

This reason seems to be barely explainable.

"Then what is this plan? You've already talked about it. I'm afraid you won't tell us, right?"

Zhang Dong nodded: "I do need your help. This matter involves too much, you need to know."

"Let's talk about it, we will definitely go all out. After all, success will usher in a stable and peaceful life, which is what everyone here dreams of." Mr. Liu said in an excited tone.

Zhang Dong also did not write ink. After looking around at everyone, he said: "You can tell the residents of Taiping Town later that from today on, no outsiders will be allowed to set foot in Taiping Town, even if they are here for the ghost market. Secondly, On the day when the ghost market is open, no one should enter, just pay attention to any abnormal situations that occur in Taiping Town."

He didn't want to be disturbed by a group of unsuspecting residents when he was imprisoned in Huangquan.So it's better to let them stay peacefully outside the ghost market.

"Is that all?" The owner of the paper doll shop looked shocked.

"Come on, that means you didn't say anything." Mr. Liu waved his hand and said.

Zhang Dong's face darkened: "If you really want to help, then I really want to meet one of you."

"Who?"

"The owner of the coffin shop."

(End of this chapter)