The Mysterious Resurrection of the Past of the Republic of China

Chapter 96 Blacksmith Shop

Through Chen Zhijiang's introduction, Zhang Dong came to the only blacksmith shop in Taiping Town.

The boss here was very polite and in awe of Zhang Dong. He immediately agreed with the coffin nail plan and immediately started forging it.

The sound of forging could be heard from the back room.
main room.

Zhang Dong and the others waited patiently, glancing into the room from time to time. However, except for the light of fire and the flickering figures, no forging scenes could be seen.

"The work of blacksmithing may seem rough, but in fact it is a delicate job, especially the process of forging supernatural weapons. There is no room for sloppiness, otherwise the supernatural power will be imbalanced and the ghost in the weapon will immediately revive."

Chen Zhijiang took the initiative to explain that apparently he had often seen Wang Yin creating supernatural items before.

Zhang Dong wondered: "According to what Wang Yin said, there is only one ghost stored in the tools and weapons here, so how does he ensure the supernatural balance above?"

There are many supernatural objects in the original work, and there are almost no supernatural imbalances or ghosts running out of the objects.

This is not like a balance that can be achieved by just one ghost. You must know that the deceptive ghost necklace and ghost ring made by Yang Jian need to be restricted at regular intervals, otherwise they will revive.

However, during the Republic of China, the items made by these ghost masters could be used for hundreds of years without any problems.

It really confused Zhang Dong.

After all, this is related to the production of coffin nails. If the supernatural power on the coffin nails cannot be maintained for a long time, then the effect of this nail will be far from meeting the requirements.

Chen Zhijiang smiled lightly and said: "Perhaps this is the reason why the blacksmith shop can establish itself in Taiping Town. He has some means to do it. The manufacturing of each supernatural item is different. For example, the clothes made by my shroud shop are actually different. The fabric of the clothes is a ghost, the dye on it is a ghost, and with a little bit of my own supernatural power, it’s the perfect balance.”

He took the initiative to reveal some information about the shroud shop.

Zhang Bohua stroked his beard and said: "As for supernatural objects, my opinion is that ghosts and objects are combined together. But ordinary objects cannot carry them for a long time and imprison the supernatural beings stored on them, so there will be an imbalance. Instead, replace it with It would be much better to use supernatural derivatives or real ghosts as carriers, and if the two supernatural powers can be perfectly restrained, it can last for hundreds of years."

Zhang Dong nodded and said thoughtfully: "Short-term supernatural items are equal to ghosts plus ordinary objects. Long-term ones are ghosts plus supernatural derivatives. For permanent use, different supernatural beings need to collide on the basis of long-term effects." , thus causing a crash."

"That's right." Chen Zhijiang said.

"However, if I want to make permanent supernatural items, I don't need to deliberately create supernatural collisions. I just need to transfer the rules." Zhang Dong's eyes moved slightly, thinking of the supernatural bus.

This supernatural item is very important and has been conceived for a long time. Why not take this opportunity and use the power of Taiping Town to make it.

There are very few ghosts that can collide with ghosts and cause death, so it is necessary to use the ability of regular transfer.
At this time, Wang Yin walked out of the back room after finishing ironing. His dark skin became rosy after being baked by the high temperature, and his whole body was still steaming.

But the smell of the heat was that of burning bones.

Wang Yin held a hammer in one hand and a pair of tongs in the other. The tongs held a red-hot coffin nail.

"boom!"

He dropped the nail on the wooden table in the center of the hall, making a metallic clang sound.

"The water for quenching is gone, and now we can only wait for it to cool down on its own." Wang Yin breathed a long sigh of relief and sat on the bamboo chair. "At first, I thought the wooden barrel filled with water was leaking. After checking, I found that the barrel was not broken and the water was leaking. But it evaporated, which is really strange.”

Zhang Dong frowned when he heard this and turned to look at Chen Zhijiang.

Chen Zhijiang forced a smile: "The final quenching step during forging also requires the use of well water, but now the source of the well water is gone."

It turned out to be the case.

Zhang Dong nodded and said nothing more.He looked at the burned red coffin nail again.

The nails were red and orange, and the color changed rapidly with a gentle blow, and iron filings continued to fall off. They looked the same as ordinary metal.

But the white smoke rising from the coffin nails still smelled like burning bones, with a bit of the sour smell of burning flesh.

"What's so special about this nail now?" Zhang Dong asked.

"It is just a casting now. It is made of supernatural derivatives. It has high plasticity and can withstand strong supernatural erosion." Wang Yin said, without any intention of keeping the secret. "After it cools down, you can go inside Add new supernatural beings, then burn and forge again."

"It is indeed a very good method to permanently put the ghost on the item into a state of death by burning, forging, and quenching it again and again." Zhang Bohua praised it.

"This method alone is not enough. It also needs to be paired with my special casting to forge two ghosts into one ghost. Only then can the adaptability between supernatural beings be improved and supernatural conflicts reduced." Wang Yinhe He took a sip of tea and said.

"You are really good at your craftsmanship, and you actually told us like this?" Zhang Dong said in surprise.

"It's not something very confidential, so it doesn't hurt to say it. Besides, it's still far from the hatchet you made." Wang Yin said politely, his eyes moved to the hatchet in Li Qingzhi's hand and stayed for a few seconds.

When he shifted his gaze back, he saw Zhang Dong reaching out and grabbing the red coffin nail.

"Beware!"

Wang Yin's expression changed drastically, knowing how terrifying the supernatural power contained on this coffin nail was.

If the nail was an ordinary metal that had been burned red, he wouldn't be shocked, because most ghost masters can ignore this kind of physical damage.

But the coffin nail he made himself was a derivative of ghost, and the thing that burned it red was another supernatural force.

That kind of supernatural being is like a furnace. The fire in the furnace is enough to burn evil spirits into charcoal, and it can also ignite all supernatural beings. Normally, it must be restrained with a dead human skull.

The ghosts in the body will be ignited when touched by the ghost master, and the only ending is to be burned alive.

However, what shocked Wang Yin was.

Zhang Dong picked up the hot coffin nail without any injury. There was no expression of pain on his face, and the supernatural power in his body was very quiet and not ignited.

As if the heat of the coffin nails couldn't affect him.

"Are you okay?" Wang Yin's eyes widened and he looked at Zhang Dong in disbelief.

Others had expressions of normalcy, as they had long been used to Zhang Dong's invulnerability.

"This is normal for my eldest brother, so you don't have to be too surprised." Li Qingzhi said.

"I even suspect that you are not a ghost controller, so you cannot be affected by the high temperature and the supernatural." Wang Yin said.

"Okay, you will get used to it after being in contact with me for a long time. Now let's talk about this coffin nail." Zhang Dong smiled and held the coffin nail in front of his eyes.

"Okay, okay. What kind of supernatural power do you want to add to it?"

"Some kind of ability that can hurt a ghost can make coffin nails penetrate the ghost's body easily." Zhang Dong said.

The coffin nails are so strong that the ghost who is nailed has no chance of escaping.

But one thing is also very important, it must be able to be nailed in, so it means that it needs an ability comparable to that of a hatchet, which can pierce any ghost's protection.

However, this ability does not need to be superimposed, as long as it exists.

Because the coffin nail itself is connected to a supernatural place and has almost infinite supernatural power, it can greatly enhance the ability to pierce the ghost body.

So the complete coffin nail should be the ability to pierce plus the power to connect to supernatural places.

The two complement each other, and the target being pinned is equivalent to being suppressed by the entire supernatural land, and the suppressive power is unparalleled.

"The ability to hurt ghosts." Wang Yin frowned and thought, and suddenly his eyes lit up. "There is indeed a weapon in my blacksmith shop that has the ability you mentioned. It's a pity."

Zhang Dong frowned and immediately asked, "What's the pity?"

"It's a pity that it has become completely integrated with the weapon and cannot be removed." Wang Yin sighed.

"It's okay, can you take me to have a look?" Zhang Dong waved his hand, saying it was okay.

His law ghost can completely transfer the law, which is not difficult.

"Yes, but it may be hot in the room and it will be more uncomfortable. And don't touch things randomly. It can easily be ignited and it will be dangerous." Wang Yin readily agreed and explained the precautions.

"no problem."

Once inside the house.

Everyone felt a wave of heat coming towards their faces, as if they were in a steamer. Even the air was hot, and it stung every sense when they breathed it into their chests.Not only that.

The supernatural power in everyone seemed to be ignited, and the feeling of the ghost's resurrection increased rapidly.

Due to the presence of the tunic, Zhang Dong also felt the heat wave, but his body was still as calm as ever.

This is because the Chinese tunic suit gives him feelings, allowing him to feel pain, supernatural erosion, etc.But the Law Ghost avoided the cost of this feeling, leaving him essentially uninjured.

There is not much space in the back room, and the young man named Wang Mao just now did not know where he went.

The roof is very low and somewhat depressing. The ceiling has been burnt black. There are several ferocious black handprints printed on the pitted walls. These handprints seem to be left during a struggle. You can also clearly see the traces of fingernail scratches. .

Zhang Dong stopped in front of the handprint and observed it carefully.

"The handprints don't look like they were left by ghosts, but rather they look like they were left by people."

"The handprints on the wall are my father's." Wang Yin explained with an indifferent expression, "This room used to belong to him. When I was young, he never let me in for fear that I would touch the flames and be set on fire. I could only hear the sound of his hammering outside the door."

"It wasn't until I heard his wailing and calling for help from inside the house that I realized he had been set on fire. I wanted to save him, but the door was closed and I couldn't open it at all. I could only listen. He was burned alive.”

Zhang Dong's expression changed, and he turned to look at the exit of the inner room. There was no door there, and it had obviously been demolished by Wang Yin long ago.

"The door that killed your father also protected you." Zhang Bohua said solemnly.

"Maybe, if I had rushed in to save him, I would have only ended up being burned to death." Wang Yin said with a wry smile, as if he had already accepted this fact, "Forget it, it has been decades, let's not mention him anymore. .”

"Don't be too pessimistic. Maybe the wailing you heard was not from your father, but from the ghost in his body?" Zhang Dong patted his shoulder and said, then walked towards the stove in the corner.

Wang Yin looked confused for a moment, and then he knew what it meant.

After bypassing several stone tables in the old community and crossing the only forging platform, Zhang Dong stood in front of the burning stove.

The stove was made of some kind of mud. It had become hard under the heat of the flames and even had a few cracks.

If you look carefully, you can see several weird faces printed on the side of the stove.

Apparently the clay used to make the stove is also a supernatural thing, and it probably came from the clay figurine shop in Taiping Town.

Zhang Dong leaned down and got close to the hot stove mouth.

A heat wave hit his face, and he instantly felt that his face was about to be roasted, but this was just a feeling. If he touched it, he would find that his face was still as warm as a normal person.

Zhang Dong squinted slightly and saw through the firelight a human skull as black as carbon placed in the stove facing him.

The surface of this skull was extremely smooth, without any flesh and blood attached to it. It seemed that any raised parts would be burned away in the fire. Two tongues of fire emerged from the eye sockets, which looked particularly weird.

The source flame of the furnace seemed to come from this skull. There was something inside that allowed the furnace to burn forever.

"Put the casting near the mouth of the skull, and the skull will open its mouth and swallow it in. It won't take long for the casting to be completed," Wang Yin explained.

"Then the purpose of the ghost pliers should be to find the castings that were thrown in before from this skull, right?" Zhang Bohua could see the function of every tool used for forging at a glance.

"Not bad." Wang Yin said.

Zhang Bohua said: "The furnace is used to bake the castings, the ghost tongs find the castings, and the hammer drives the supernatural into the castings. No wonder you are willing to tell us all the secrets of the blacksmith shop, because even if we know the steps, we can't forge it ourselves without the tools."

"Haha, I can't hide anything from you." Wang Yin laughed, "Okay, we've finished looking at the forging area. Let's go to the finished product warehouse. There are top-notch supernatural weapons made by my father. What you need is one of them. .”

Come to another corner.

Wang Yin fumbled for a certain switch under the table. After a soft "click~", a secret door suddenly appeared in the corner for one person to pass through.

"Let's go." Wang Yin motioned for everyone to follow him and took the lead in entering the secret door.

It was a little dark inside, and the first thing that caught your eye was a very narrow wooden staircase that went downwards. Apparently he built the finished product warehouse underground to prevent outsiders from sneaking in and stealing.

"The tools you see in the main room were made by me, and they are of average quality. The really good items were made by my father, and I put them in this darkroom. I have sold a lot of them over the decades, so it would be best Of the three, only two are left.”

Wang Yin said as he led everyone into a smaller room.

As he came to the wall and opened a window, sunlight penetrated in.

This surprised everyone.

"Aren't we underground? Why is there sunlight?"

Li Qingzhi looked shocked. He came to the window and looked out, and found that their current location was actually on the second floor of the blacksmith shop.

But the blacksmith shop doesn’t have a second floor at all from the outside.

But soon everyone no longer took it to heart. It was all supernatural means anyway, and there was no need to use ordinary thinking to understand it.

As the light shone in, Zhang Dong saw a red tassel gun hanging on the wall directly in front of the hut.

The body of the gun is red and the tip is metallic. It looks brand new, as if it has been regularly maintained.

The red cherry on the gun is not red, but white, and it is floating under the influence of some kind of power.

"This gun was made by my father and has never been used once. The head of the gun is very sharp and can penetrate the body of a ghost, but it only pierces." Wang Yin took it off, handed it to Zhang Dong, and explained.

"Shouldn't the red cherry blossoms be red? Why are they white?" Li Qingzhi said in surprise.

"The red cherry blossoms of the red tassel gun are originally white. The more people are killed, the more blood will be shed and the red cherry blossoms will be dyed red." Zhang Bohua glanced at him and said.

Li Qingzhi's face darkened: "."

"What's the use of the red cherry?" Zhang Dong asked, gently flicking the red cherry. The thing was almost weightless in his hand.

"Hongying can suppress low-level ghosts. Although it is low-level at the beginning, it has high growth potential. Every time it suppresses a ghost, it will capture part of the supernatural power from the ghost, thereby enhancing the next suppression." Wang Yin said.

"Similar to a ghost"

Zhang Dong frowned and thought secretly.

"The suppressive ability of this gun is too weak. It's better to take off the gun head and use it to nail the coffin."

Wang Yin obviously hesitated for a moment, but his eyes soon became firm: "Anyway, I'm just a blacksmith, and I can't make weapons, let alone use them. I might as well give them to you, as long as you can do more for Taiping Town. "

Zhang Dong nodded to him, then took out a worn-out doll from his arms and handed it over: "Put some of your own blood on it. This doll can die for you once and leave you with a way out."

The risk factor of work in the blacksmith shop is still very high in Taiping Town. If you are not careful, you may easily catch fire, leaving almost no time for people to react.

The scapegoat doll can just make up for this problem and save Wang Yin from death.

This can be regarded as Zhang Dong's compensation. After all, he is not the kind of person who takes other people's things casually.

"Thanks."

Wang Yin hesitated for a moment, then smiled after taking it.

"By the way, didn't you say there is another supernatural item? There is only one. Where is the other one?" Li Qingzhi said.

Wang Yin's expression moved slightly and he said, "Wait a moment."

Immediately, he walked to the wall where the red tassel gun had been hung, took out an ordinary mirror, and pointed it at the sunlight outside the window.

As he adjusted the angle of the mirror, light was reflected onto the wall.

Where the light shines.

An old broadsword emerged.

(End of this chapter)