The Mysterious Resurrection of the Past of the Republic of China

Chapter 87 Ghost Blood
After briefly mastering the rules of the ghost eye, Zhang Dong quickly became familiar with this supernatural power.

The combined power of the ten layers of ghost realm is enough to infinitely amplify any insignificant supernatural being to the extreme level.

No wonder Yang Jian's strength after becoming a god is far superior to that of the other six elders, because the other supernatural powers in his body are already terrifying. When stacked and taken alone, they can reach the level of everyone, not to mention that all these supernatural powers are concentrated in his own body.

Ghost Lake, Ghost Blood, Hatchet, Coffin Nails, and Wish Ghost are all S-level powers, which are even more terrifying when magnified by Ghost Eyes.

The other six elders are only infinitely superimposed in a certain aspect, and there is still a big gap in comparison.

Moreover, Yang Jian is not afraid of the resurrection of the evil ghost. He has no lifespan limit, has unlimited restarts, can appear anywhere, and can break the shackles of time.
He can no longer be called a human being, but a god.

Zhang Dong's eyes moved slightly, thinking secretly.

"I don't know if I can fight with him at this time. Maybe I can't kill him, but I probably won't be killed by him."

After all, the Law Ghost's passive ability to ignore any influence is still very strong. No matter how much supernatural power is superimposed, it can be completely immune to it. It can be said to be invincible.

"Forget it, there is no need for people from the two eras to compete. They are both working hard to end the supernatural era."

Zhang Dong shook his head, returned his mind to the present, and looked forward again.

In the ghost realm of Ghost Eyes, the five panicked residents of Taiping Town were fully visible.

They were like prey in the dark, unable to see each other, let alone the hunter, and could only be overwhelmed by endless fear.

Zhang Dong's eyes narrowed and his figure disappeared from the spot.

next moment.

He appeared ten meters away from everyone.

Immediately, the ghost domain of the ghost eyes spread out, immediately dispelling the ghost shadows on the ground, and the light instantly brightened.

He had only tried to use the ghost realm's ability before, but it had not affected this dark space.

Now the area is under his control.

Everyone was blinded by the sudden bright light, and it took a few seconds to recover.Always look around for danger.

Soon they saw the man who was missing an arm. His face was painful at the moment, and he was trembling and curled up on the ground.

The ghost blood not only melted his body, but also melted the ghosts in his body, causing him to be in a state of supernatural imbalance.

Not only do they have to suffer physical pain, but they also have to bear the torment of the ghost's resurrection.

"Wang Hui!"

Several other people ran over immediately after seeing him and helped him up from the ground.

It turns out that the man who has been holding the oil lamp is named Wang Hui.

"My hand," Wang Hui said with difficulty with a pained face, staring at the missing arm with fearful eyes, his tone was very urgent, "it seems like a part of the ghost in my body is missing, and it will revive soon."

"It doesn't matter. When we get out, we will go to the medical center and we will definitely cure you." Lao Li said with an uneasy look, but his tone was a bit lacking.

Because he saw blood gushing from the wound on Wang Hui's broken arm. The color of the blood was dark red, even a little black, and it was very sticky and stuck to the skin and refused to drip.

Not only that, there seemed to be something squirming in the vague wound, like a ferocious little hand, or like rows of sharp teeth gnawing at his stump.

Others were also shocked when they saw it.

Something was obviously crawling out of the wound.

This brings up a question in everyone's mind: Can the medical center cure this kind of supernatural erosion?
"It doesn't matter. If it doesn't work, I will make a new body for you out of a clay figurine." Sun Guoan said, and then his expression became serious, "What were you attacked just now?"

"I don't know, it was still dark at that time, and I got separated from you. When I wanted to light an oil lamp, I was grabbed by a hand. A liquid came out of it, corroding my arm, and took it away. matches."

Wang Hui said tremblingly, and it could be seen from his frightened face that he was recalling what he had just experienced.

"It must be Zhang Dong. He knows that lighting a match with an oil lamp can create a ghost realm, so he targeted Wang Hui's arm holding the match. He wanted to cut off our protection." The woman's expression changed, revealing a hint of anger. , "His purpose is not to kill us, but to torture us, otherwise Wang Hui would have died long ago. We have to find him and avenge Wang Hui."

"I'm afraid I can't find it." Old Zhao looked worried and looked up at the scarlet sky.

"I don't know what means he used, but he was able to control the supernatural power on the match in a short period of time, and he was able to create such a large-scale ghost realm."

"Isn't he afraid that the evil ghost will revive?"

Everyone's hearts tightened when they heard this.

This ghost realm is so terrifying that it even exceeds the previous dark space.

As far as the eye can see, there is endless flat land without a single building, let alone the figure of Zhang Dong.

But everyone knew that Zhang Dong was already hiding somewhere in the ghost realm at this time, maybe spying on them.

This is extremely bad information.

The enemy is hiding and you are hiding, and you may be in danger at any time.

"Without the ghost domain, we lose the means of preemptive strikes." Sun Guoan frowned and said, "We can only stay here and wait for him to come to us."

"Don't forget that he still has the ability of ghost blood." Old Zhao added in a serious tone and looked at the broom in his hand.

He knew very well how terrifying ghost blood was. If this power was controlled by someone, the effect would be far greater than that of this broom.

"Then we can't sit still and wait for death. So from now on, everyone should not separate. Zhang Dong will definitely find us soon. Once he comes out of the ghost realm, we will take action. Five on one, if there is a head-on confrontation, we may not be unable to win. Him." The woman said sternly, fearing that the others would lose confidence.

"This is an opportunity for Taiping Town to gain face. Otherwise, it won't be the ancestral hall that is burdening us in the future, but him."

These words seemed to have some effect, everyone's eyes became serious and they subconsciously moved closer.

at the same time.

Zhang Dong is indeed hidden in the ghost realm.

The five Lao Zhao people were taken into the third level of the ghost realm by him, while he himself was on the fourth level.

And almost face to face with them.

If he wanted to take action, all these people would die in his own hands in less than a second.

But this is not what he wants. He wants to kill their prestige and destroy their morale.

"Since you are waiting for me, I will take the initiative to show up and see what you are capable of."

Zhang Dong's expression moved slightly, and after adjusting his position, he also entered the third level of the ghost realm.

As the figure emerged, everyone's expressions instantly became tense.

"As you wish, I have appeared."

Zhang Dong said, his expression indifferent, like a cold corpse.

"You have guessed my purpose, so I will no longer hide it. I am indeed trying to suppress your arrogance, and I will not kill you. I will leave Taiping Town with the last bit of face. You are not qualified to do it. It was a one-sided crushing of my opponent.”

"But this doesn't mean that I will be merciless. I also hope that you won't be merciful. Just use whatever tricks you have."

Everyone was frightened when they heard it, their eyes showed fear and hostility crazily, but they were shocked by his words.

This man has such a loud voice.

However, when they saw pools of scarlet blood oozing out from the ground beside Zhang Dong, they couldn't help but be shocked.

Because these pools of blood are gradually expanding and turning into a pool of blood, and they are spontaneously connected to each other, forming a peaceful pool of blood.

After being controlled by him, the ghost blood poured out endlessly.The blood pool was expanding, reaching an area of ​​hundreds of square meters. The originally turbulent surface began to ripple uncontrollably. The blood was bubbling, and it seemed that something terrifying hidden in it was coming out.

The air was suddenly filled with a thick smell of blood, as well as the rotten smell of various corpses. The source obviously came from the blood.

Zhang Dong still had that serious face, his body stood straight and straight, standing directly on the pool of blood, without any intention of sinking.

Everyone's expressions changed drastically, and they all retreated, trying to stay away from the blood pool filled with the aura of death.

suddenly.

A skinless arm suddenly stretched out from the pool of blood, but then sank quickly.

Within a few seconds, the arms appeared again, this time two. They struggled in the air and waved a few times, and then sank into the blood again.

Like a drowning man crying for help.

Zhang Dong's eyes moved: "Today I will show you that sometimes there is no advantage in supernatural confrontation if there are more people. Even if it is five to one, I can still crush all of you, and the supernatural beings I use come from you." Brought it."

Suddenly.

His figure gradually disappeared.

However, the blood began to slosh uncontrollably, and soon turned into a posture like a huge wave.

Ferocious arms appeared, ten in number. They scratched the surface of the bloody water and tried hard to drag the body out of the blood. This time, they did not sink again, but climbed out smoothly.

Suddenly, five terrifying figures stood on the pool of blood.

These corpses had no skin, with rotten muscles and blood vessels exposed all over their bodies, and even dark brown bones could be seen vaguely in some parts.

The corpse's eyes glowed faintly red and were still moving restlessly, just like the eyes of a ghost.

Before anyone could react, they all looked at everyone.

The strange eyes made everyone shudder.

"Get ready, he wants to use these corpses to deal with us." Sun Guoan's expression changed, and he controlled the supernatural power in his body to appear.

Pieces of burnt brown armor suddenly appeared on his body. These fragments were not big, only the size of an adult's hand, but they were numerous, and they were still increasing.

It doesn't take long to cover your entire body.

You can spot it if you look carefully.

The burnt brown armor was actually made from some kind of yellow mud baked, similar to ceramics, with the faces of fierce ghosts printed on it.

"You want to kill us just because of five corpses in the blood? You are looking down on us."

The woman's face darkened and she stared straight ahead.

"Don't be careless. The blood on this corpse has suppressive and corrosive effects. Don't be touched."

Lao Zhao said hurriedly, then took out a dry pipe gun from the basket behind him and lit it with an ordinary match.

This bong is normal, but the tobacco inside burns and releases a smoke that puts ghosts to sleep.

After igniting smoothly.

The thin white mist spread and actually floated towards the approaching corpse.

Others no longer reserved their means and used supernatural powers to capture five corpses at once.

Just when the white smoke was about to approach one of the corpses, all five corpses disappeared.

However, the next moment, before everyone could react, they suddenly appeared very close at hand, and raised two terrifying arms to grab everyone.

There was still thick blood on his arms.

"Beware!"

Old Zhao drank angrily, immediately put away his pipe, and swept it down with a broom in his other hand.

The red blood stained on the broom easily covered the face of the corpse closest to him. A terrifying supernatural force erupted, and the blood on the broom began to gush out crazily.

But unexpectedly.

The imaginary suppression did not take shape, and the blood remaining on the corpse spontaneously penetrated into the muscles and became a part of it.

It was actually assimilating the blood on the broom.

Lao Zhao's expression changed with fright, and he immediately took a few steps back and almost fell to the ground.

His attack failed.

Not only that, instead of suppressing the corpse, the blow just now stuck to its blood, causing the broom to gush out uncontrollably smelly blood.

The light yellow broom was quickly infected into deep red, and skinless fingers were dug out of the broom. Blood was pouring out, and the original appearance of the broom was soon lost to sight.

Old Zhao was so frightened that he threw away the family heirloom and immediately groped for other supernatural objects from the basket behind his back.

But this time, he touched a cold palm.

The palm of his hand also grabbed him at the same time.

His heart trembled, and a bad premonition emerged.

He knew very well that whether it was a broom or a pipe, they would not be revived unless they were imprisoned in a basket. The basket itself was a supernatural object, connected to another basket at home.

The basket at home stores many supernatural props, which are usually guarded by a cold hand inside.

If Lao Zhao wanted to use it, he would have to risk being caught by his palm to get the basket behind him.

But there is no way his shoes won't get wet when he often walks by the river. This time he was caught by the palm.

There is a terrifying curse on the palm. Although it will not attack him directly, it will leave a ghost slave mark on his hand.

The ghost slave mark will spread all over the body over time, and he will gradually die.

When he is completely dead, he will turn into a fierce ghost wandering around with a basket on his back.

More importantly, this ghost slave mark is very scary and difficult to wash away, even with the water from the well behind the shroud shop.

The last time he was caught, he had to spend a lot of money to get it washed off by the owner of the ghost market, but because of this, his farm tool shop also failed to recover, and he withdrew from the top camps in Taiping Town.

The cold palm only grabbed hold of Lao Zhao for a few seconds and then let go. The latter pulled his arm back desperately, staring at a red handprint on his hand with wide eyes, filled with despair.

He had no time to deal with the corpse in front of him, but ran towards the distance regardless of his own safety, not even picking up the pipe that fell on the ground.

The ferocious corpse chased after him unhurriedly, its figure flickering from time to time. Every time it flickered, the distance between the two shortened by one point.

With its ghost domain, it won't take long for it to catch up with Old Zhao.

At this time, the others were nervously dealing with the corpses, and no one noticed Lao Zhao running away.

at this time.

Next to the ghost smoke gun on the ground, the figure of an old man suddenly appeared.

"good stuff."

He squinted his eyes and bent down to pick up the pipe with a smirk on his face. He held it up in front of his eyes and examined it carefully. After a few seconds, he disappeared again.

(End of this chapter)