The Mysterious Resurrection of the Past of the Republic of China

Chapter 86 Ten Eyes
After breaking through the restrictions of ghost shadows, the five of them, Lao Zhao, groped in the darkness with the light of the only oil lamp.

This area is so large that it even exceeds half of Taiping Town. I don’t know how it was created.

The atmosphere in the team is not harmonious, and there is a vague tendency to fall out.

This made everyone's already anxious hearts even more uneasy.

At this moment, they saw a young man wearing a Chinese tunic suit walking not far ahead. He walked very leisurely and unhurriedly. He seemed not to be vigilant, or perhaps he did not notice that he was in the ghost land of oil lamps. Everyone.

After he got closer, everyone could see his appearance clearly.

There is a bit of coldness hidden under the handsome face, but he has a strong aura of life that makes him look no different from ordinary people, but he looks particularly weird under the cover of this dark space.

"It's Zhang Dong. He can't see us hiding in the ghost realm." The man holding the oil lamp said solemnly, "We can strike first and catch him off guard."

"I agree, it should have been done long ago and we cannot give up such a good opportunity."

The woman was the first to agree. Now that the enemy had appeared, she wisely chose to speak out unanimously and put aside the disputes in the team for the time being.

"I'm afraid it's not that easy."

However, Lao Zhao had a worried expression and frowned deeply, "I always feel that the five of us plus one are no match for us."

"Fart, isn't that broom of yours very powerful? As long as you seize the opportunity and prevent him from reacting, give him a blow and he will definitely be suppressed." The woman said sternly.

"That's right, and with so many of us taking action together, he will definitely die." Others also agreed.

Lao Zhao looked down at the broom on his cell phone with an uneasy expression, muttering to himself:

"Can we really suppress him?"

After pondering for a while, he shook his head, put down his hesitation, and his eyes became firm.

"Okay, then fuck him once, I believe you can."

He chose to believe in the ability of the ghost broom because in his past experience, this broom had never failed.

Others also nodded and unanimously agreed on the next plan.

"Now we can only wait for him to slowly walk to us, and then we suddenly come out of the ghost realm, which will definitely catch him off guard." The man holding the oil lamp said coldly, "It's a pity that I haven't controlled the ghost realm of the oil lamp. Otherwise, you don’t need to wait for him at all, you can do it directly. I have a hunch that this eye is very powerful, but I don’t know where the source is."

"Okay, let's not discuss this now, he will be here soon." Lao Li shouted in a low voice, staring at Zhang Dong in front of him.

At this time, Zhang Dong had already reached a distance of less than ten meters from everyone.

There is no intention of stopping.

Everyone looked indifferent, and each took out supernatural items, or controlled the supernatural power in their bodies, preparing to give him a fatal blow at the critical moment.

at this time.

The black ground on the right side of Zhang Dong suddenly began to squirm, as if something was about to emerge from the ground.

The black ink-like shadow raised an outline, and its shape was changing rapidly, and it soon turned into a human shape.

This scene made everyone's hearts tremble.

Because the shadow was fading quickly, turning into a burly man with a rusty hatchet in his right hand.

Obviously, the person behind this darkness has also come here.

"Brother, there are five people hiding ten meters in front of you. They are hiding in the ghost realm of the oil lamp, and they have used some means to prevent the ghost shadow from being detected." Li Qingzhi said with an indifferent expression.

Zhang Dong's eyes moved slightly: "Is it the power of the oil lamp? I really didn't notice it unless you told me."

Oil lamps that emit red light can create ghost realms. He knows this, and the level of this ghost realm is not low. The source comes from the ghost eye, and it may have more than three levels.

"It doesn't matter. They must be waiting there, waiting for me to get close before they take action."

"Do you want me to do it? Although I don't have a medium, I can split open the ghost realm." Li Qingzhi said, raising the hatchet in his hand slightly.

"No need, just leave them to me, and you go find someone else." Zhang Dong waved his hand and continued to move forward where he stopped.

Li Qingzhi nodded, stopped staying, and turned into a black shadow again and entered the ground.

Since the conversation between the two was very quiet and they were ten meters away from Lao Zhao and the others, they did not hear what was said clearly.

Moreover, when the two of them spoke, they did not look forward deliberately, so they could not judge the intention of their words.

This made the five people in the ghost realm feel slightly uneasy.

"Are we still going to take action? He seems to have discovered us." The confidence that Lao Zhao had just built disappeared again, and he was the first to back down.

"How is it possible? We are hiding in the ghost realm, and we are also isolated from the media perception on the ground. No one knows that we are here. Besides, Zhang Dong is still walking, he must not have noticed it." The woman said hastily, for fear of Old Zhao give up.

"Don't hesitate, he will come to you soon. As long as you can suppress him, we can follow." Lao Li also agreed.

Old Zhao's eyes were wandering, and he looked at Zhang Dong again with his broom in hand.

At this moment, Zhang Dong was about three meters away from him, and the route was in the direction of Lao Zhao.

If it weren't for the influence of the ghost realm, the two would even collide directly.

"do my best."

Old Zhao gritted his teeth and shouted, then raised the broom stained with red blood.

At the same time, the man holding the oil lamp also cheered up and placed his other hand a few centimeters away from the wick of the oil lamp to ensure that when Old Zhao attacked, he could instantly extinguish the lamp.

In this way, the ghost realm will dissipate immediately, and Lao Zhao's attack can be directly applied to Zhang Dong, instead of being in vain.

The price is that after losing the light of the oil lamp, everyone will fall into darkness again. Without the protection of the ghost realm and light, they can only be blind.

Fortunately, Zhang Dong himself was in a glowing area, so he would not lose his target.

In the nick of time.

Lao Zhao raised his broom and swept it hard at Zhang Dong, who was very close at hand.

Almost at the same time, the oil lamp emitting red light was extinguished.

Darkness fell suddenly.

But unexpectedly, as the oil lamp went out, Zhang Dong's own light also disappeared.

His figure was quickly submerged in darkness.

"Did you make it?"

"How did he disappear?"

Everyone's expressions changed drastically, a bad premonition arose spontaneously, fear welled up in their hearts and spread rapidly throughout their bodies.

"No, he didn't disappear, he just can't be seen. He is beside us. Let's get together quickly!" Seeing that the attack failed, Lao Zhao immediately ordered everyone to gather.

However, the surroundings were so dark that even the outline of a person's figure could not be distinguished. Even if two people were face to face, they might miss each other, or even miss each other further and further away.

While everyone was groping for each other in fear, the man holding the oil lamp immediately took out a match from his arms and wanted to relight the oil lamp.

Take out the matchbox.

A scarlet eye above moved restlessly, revealing a somewhat ominous aura in the darkness.

The man held the oil lamp in one hand and wanted to pull out the match with the other hand, but suddenly he felt a strong hand reaching out from a certain direction and grabbing his wrist.

This hand was extremely cold. Different from ordinary cold, its coldness penetrated deep into the bone marrow, almost freezing the consciousness.

The man's scalp suddenly became numb, and a chill ran down his spine to Tianling Gai.

He felt as if he was being held by a ghost.

"Get away!" Without hesitation, he immediately used the supernatural power in his body to force the hand to let go.

He realized that the target of this hand was the matchbox, not him.

But when he used his supernatural power almost to the maximum extent, the hand was unscathed and unaffected.

"What are you kidding??"

Not only that, he clearly felt an unknown liquid spreading along his arm, causing numbness and tingling in the places it passed, and he quickly lost consciousness.

A strong smell of blood quickly filled the air.

"my hand!"

The man looked horrified and gave up fighting for the matchbox. Instead, he tried hard to get away, but to no avail.

The cold liquid quickly enveloped his entire arm, seeping into the flesh and blood under his skin, and even flowing into his blood vessels, still rejecting his own blood.

At this moment, all the ghosts in his body fell into a deep sleep
"help me."

The man hesitated and couldn't speak, his eyes were full of fear, but his throat was also occupied by the liquid and he couldn't make a sound at all.

Suddenly.

The cold feeling suddenly disappeared, and the unknown liquid left his body and quickly flowed back into the darkness.

But correspondingly, his arm holding the matchbox was also missing.

in the dark.

Zhang Dong looked indifferent, casually throwing away his arm that was half melted by the ghost blood, and took away the matchbox that was tightly clenched.

The restless ghost eyes on the matchbox actually wanted to close after seeing him.

Just now, he thought about how to teach the residents of Taiping Town a lesson.

Because once he uses the power of manual erasure, these people will disappear instantly, and only the ghosts in the body can survive.

Obviously this goes against the decision to suppress them.

So after he was swept away by Lao Zhao's ghost blood, he suddenly had a whim and temporarily stole the rules of ghost blood, and used the power of ghost blood to take away the matchbox that contained the power of ghost eyes.

Decide to temporarily control the rules of ghost eyes.

He knew very well that the real power of ghost eyes was not the oil lamp, but the match with eyes.

As long as there are matches, any ordinary oil lamp can form a ghostly realm after being lit.

"Ghost blood combined with ghost eyes should be able to reach [-]% of Yang Jian's strength at the end, because I can use these two abilities to the limit."

Zhang Dong frowned, looking at the closed ghost eyes on the matchbox, and stole its rules without hesitation.

Due to the passive and unaffected existence of the regular ghost, he can easily open ten eyes and superimpose ten layers of ghost realm.

The same is true for ghost blood, but Zhang Dong doesn't quite know what the limit of ghost blood is, and there is no detailed description in the original work.

As he stole the rules of the ghost eye.

There was a strange restlessness in his body immediately.

It seems that something wants to grow, but due to the influence of the regular ghost, it is suppressed and cannot be revived.

But within seconds.

Images came to Zhang Dong's mind one after another, as if many eyes were growing in various parts of the body, peering into things in all directions, including his body.

He closed his eyes, feeling the supernatural fusion of ghost blood and ghost eyes, and then opened his eyes again.

At this moment, the originally normal eyes turned into scarlet ghost eyes, and the field of vision also turned into scarlet, and the residents of Taiping Town could be clearly seen in the darkness like headless flies.

Not only that, there was also an eye on his forehead that was moving restlessly.

"Is this how Yang Jian feels?"

"It is indeed a very powerful supernatural power. No wonder he can become the law enforcement captain."

The corners of Zhang Dong's mouth raised slightly, revealing a strange smile.

immediately.

The ghostly realm of the ghost eyes spread out, covering a large area of ​​darkness in almost a second.

"Now there is only one level of ghost realm. If you want to open multiple levels, you need to continue to open the ghost realm on top of the original ghost realm."

"But before that, I need to grow ten eyes."

Zhang Dong tried this new supernatural power and successfully grew ghost eyes one by one according to the method in the original work.

The ghost eyes were evenly distributed on his body, emitting a faint red light, making him look like he was bathing in red light.

The ghost realms began to overlap, and each eye successfully opened a new ghost realm in the upper ghost realm. The whole process did not feel like the ghost had revived.

Because Zhang Dong only controlled the laws of ghost eyes, but not the ghost eyes.

And even if the Chinese tunic is allowed to control the ghost eye, it will not be able to revive due to the existence of regular ghosts.

"level one."

"Second floor"

"the third floor"

As the ghost realm is superimposed, the scarlet in the field of vision becomes more vivid and rich, almost the same color as blood.

When we reached the sixth floor, everything around us stopped.

This layer of ghost realm can suspend time and imprison some less terrifying ghosts. However, it will also imprison the driver of the ghost eye. Only the ghost eye can remain unaffected.

But now Zhang Dong can move around freely because he is not affected by this ghost realm.

"The seventh layer is to restart itself, the eighth layer is to restart on a large scale, which is not what I want, and the effect of the ninth layer is not obvious. Only the tenth layer can maximize the superposition ability."

"Like a hatchet."

"In the original work, Yang Jian once created ten levels of ghost realm and reached the realm of all-self. He superimposed the countless layers of hatchets again, thereby breaking Meng Xiaodong's infinite substitution."

"But I don't have a hatchet now. But I have ghost blood. I don't know what the two abilities will look like when combined, but they will never be weaker than a hatchet."

Zhang Dong's eyes moved slightly, thinking in the depressing red light, and then decisively superimposed the ghost realm to the tenth level.

Suddenly.

Everything in the field of vision has changed, like a broken mirror or a kaleidoscope.

There was one of them standing in every piece of broken red space. They all looked at Zhang Dong, their eyes were particularly cold.

These figures are all Zhang Dong from the past, pulled to a point in time at the same time, and able to exert all their supernatural powers.

Similar to Li Qingzhi's infinite restart.

However, Ghost Eye's restart is obviously more advanced, because he is in the ghost realm, and the ghost realm's abilities are also superimposed.

If Zhang Dong is willing, he can superimpose the ability of five levels of ghost realm on the ten levels of ghost realm, and I believe he can send away any evil ghost at will.

Not even the other six elders can guarantee that they can survive an attack of this level.

(End of this chapter)