The Mysterious Resurrection of the Past of the Republic of China

Chapter 99 Luo Wensong

The winding muddy road suddenly appeared on the side of Taiping Town on the last day before the opening of the ghost market. The strange phenomena and inaccessible features attracted residents to gather here.

at this time.

Some kind of powerful supernatural power affected the surroundings. The doors of all the houses were opened at this moment. There seemed to be some kind of terrifying existence lurking in the darkness behind the doors, making everyone shudder.

There was a lot of discussion in the crowd, and everyone used their supernatural powers to find the source of this phenomenon, which inevitably caused some uninformed people to panic.

"Someone is coming. He is very strong, I can feel it." Zhang Bohua squinted his eyes and looked around, but found no suspicious figure.

"Is it Huang Quan?" Chen Zhijiang asked with a heavy face.

"It should be him. Very few people can achieve this kind of supernatural power. At this juncture, the appearance of the muddy path is most likely caused by him." Mr. Liu said, staring straight at the person in front of him. A dark path.

"No, it's not him." Zhang Dong looked slightly moved and said, "It's the president of the Supernatural Society."

As early as the first time he saw the document from the Supernatural Society, he noticed that the seal on the document was in the shape of an arch, so he had some doubts that the person's identity was Luo Wensong.

As one of the Seven Elders, Luo Wensong has mastered the supernatural power related to the door, and his whole body is full of supernatural powers.

Open the door to kill, close the door to kill, knock on the door to kill
The knocking ghost at the beginning of the original book was dismembered by his supernatural power, and its strength is really terrifying.

Moreover, Meng Xiaodong in the original work once said that during the Republic of China, there were only a few people who could make Luo Wensong take full action. In addition, the mysterious identity and powerful strength of the president of the Supernatural Society, as well as the various supernatural phenomena around him, made Zhang Dong was even more certain that the president of this supernatural society was Luo Wensong.

He squeezed out of the crowd and came to the streets of Taiping Town, looking ahead with cold eyes.

really.

A man who looked to be in his late thirties appeared in the field of vision. He had a gloomy face and was wearing a brand new black gown. He was walking towards this side slowly.

"Boom boom boom ~ boom boom boom ~"

With every step he took, there was an odd knock on the door near him.

The voice sounded extremely oppressive, like it was knocking on a person's heart.

Not only that.

Whenever the knocking on a door ends, the door will slam shut with a loud bang.

Zhang Dong frowned, knowing very well that these strange phenomena contained powerful mortal spirits. Once a person came close to a knocking sound or a closed door, he would die instantly.

But now, the man in front of him is approaching with terrifying supernatural power.

At this time, most people noticed the abnormality on the street, and they rushed here one after another, talking and looking like they were watching the excitement.

"Stay away from the door, don't you think it's too slow to die!" Zhang Dong shouted angrily, forcing everyone to stop.

He had already seen people walking towards the house out of curiosity, unaware of the impending danger.

"My dear, this president has a lot of background. Every kind of supernatural being on the door is bound to die. If you are not careful, you will suffer all kinds of superimposed damage. Even a powerful ghost controller will have a hard time resisting it. Stop." Zhang Bohua said in a serious tone.

"Is this the president of the Supernatural Society?" Chen Zhijiang frowned and looked at him. He had never seen him before. He only knew that this person was very mysterious and very powerful.

Zhang Dong's expression moved slightly and he walked forward, quickly judging Luo Wensong's strength at this time in his mind.

Through the few plots in the original work, Zhang Dong roughly understands that Luo Wensong is a person who likes to weigh others, has a somewhat bad temper, and will attack whenever he disagrees.

Seeing that he can now freely use supernatural powers, he should have solved the problem of the ghost's resurrection, and the three abilities he displayed indicate that he has most likely completed his own puzzle.

This supernatural power can even be superimposed.

I'm afraid it's about to reach the peak level of the Seven Elders.
The distance between the two people continued to shorten, and everyone was shocked when they saw it.

Zhang Dong's strength is obvious to all, and the president of this supernatural society does not seem to be a good person. He is aggressive as soon as he arrives in Taiping Town, and he must be hostile.

Once the two fight, it is easy to hurt innocent people and cause huge damage to Taiping Town.

"Luo Wensong!" Zhang Dong said coldly and stopped, "Why did you take action as soon as you arrived in Taiping Town?"

When Luo Wensong heard this, he stopped and looked at him with his lifeless eyes, showing a bit of surprise and fear.

"Do you know my name?" Luo Wensong asked in a solemn tone, "Where is that guy He Qingxiang? Let him come out to see me."

"He is dead, now it is up to me to take over his plan." Zhang Dong said.

"It seems you know a lot. How did He Qingxiang die? Could it be that you killed him?" Luo Wensong said aggressively.

Zhang Dong's expression condensed: "You guys can't think of the best for others? He Qingxiang died at the end of his life, and he told me your plan before he died, so I spent some effort in advance to calm down the turbulent strength of Taiping Town. In order to ensure Tonight’s plan worked.”

"I originally wanted to kill Taiping Town's arrogance today, but it turns out that you have already done it in advance, which saves me a lot of effort." Luo Wensong relaxed his brows, and then became serious again, "But since He Qingxiang is willing The person you entrusted me to is probably not much weaker than him, so let me weigh you!"

The corner of Zhang Dong's mouth twitched, and he suddenly had a headache.

Although he had already expected that Luo Wensong was not a good person, he did not expect that this guy would really weigh everyone he met and even kill him.

Seeing Zhang Dong hesitate, Luo Wensong immediately said: "What? Are you afraid?"

"I'm afraid it's impossible. I just don't think it's necessary. But if you really want to weigh me, then come here!" Zhang Dong said not to be outdone.

"Yes, I will do my best for you." Luo Wensong praised.

immediately.

His face darkened, and he immediately used his terrifying supernatural power. The doors of all the surrounding houses were opened at this moment, and the knocking on the door was instantly superimposed.

The sound of opening the door and knocking on the door were mixed together, and the street was instantly noisy.

"You stand back."

Zhang Dong waved his hand to signal everyone to stay away, and he walked forward quickly.

At some point a rusty coffin nail appeared in his hand.

Since Luo Wensong is one of the Seven Elders, he is very powerful, and his position is not completely considered as an enemy, so there is still the possibility of winning over him.

Therefore, Zhang Dong does not plan to use the erasure ability, otherwise it will kill him directly.

Then, coffin nails are a good choice.

"It's about to fight!"

"It's over. I feel like Zhang Dong is going to lose. I heard before that no one who fought against the president of the Supernatural Society survived."

"That's not necessarily true. Zhang Dong is almost immune to supernatural influences. No matter how powerful the president is, he can't be hurt."

"How did you know?"

"I've fought him before."

Everyone was hiding far away while talking and expressing their opinions.

However, most people are not optimistic about Zhang Dong because they have lived in the shadow of the supernatural society for a long time. Only the few people who were taught by Zhang Dong personally chose to side with Zhang Dong.

Li Qingzhi's face was solemn, he clenched his hatchet tightly and had the intention of stepping forward, but Zhang Bohua stopped him.

"I can't let my eldest brother do it by himself!"

"Why can't you keep your composure? Don't worry, Zhang Dong can't lose." Zhang Bohua smiled lightly and said seriously.

"How do you know? Just the number of mortal supernatural beings that I sensed on the guy who opened the door are countless, and the superimposition is even more terrifying. Even I dare not say that I can survive that kind of attack." Li Qingzhi was still anxious. look.

"Do you mean you are better than Zhang Dong?" Zhang Bohua glanced at him. "How is that possible? The eldest brother will always be the eldest brother. How can I compare?" Li Qingzhi swallowed and said.

"Then why don't you watch patiently?" Zhang Bohua said in a serious tone.

"Can Zhang Dong really do it? He is the president of the Supernatural Society. Even He Qingxiang from the ancestral hall was afraid of him before." Chen Zhijiang came to Zhang Bohua and asked in a low voice.

"Didn't you realize that that guy's supernatural power can't affect Zhang Dong?" Zhang Bohua moved his eyes to the distance, "Zhang Dong has already entered the range of supernatural influence, but he still looks as if nothing has happened."

Everyone looked along his line of sight, showing expressions of astonishment.

I saw Zhang Dong approaching Luo Wensong quickly, and he had already entered the fatal supernatural range of the superposition of knocking on the door and closing the door, but he was not affected at all, and even the tunic suit on his body was unscathed.

In fact, Zhang Dong knew very well that this supernatural power had already affected him, and it had also affected his tunic.

But the Chinese tunic suit is a dead ghost, and it can no longer freeze. Moreover, under the protection of the regular ghost, it can be said to be almost immune to any harm.

On the other hand, Luo Wensong.

The originally ferocious look turned a little surprised at this moment. He didn't expect that so many mortal supernatural beings had been superimposed and he couldn't even slow down Zhang Dong, let alone kill him.

"Then try this!"

But Luo Wensong did not doubt himself because of this, but instead used more terrifying supernatural powers.

At this moment, deep pits began to appear on the smooth streets, and doors made of supernatural beings appeared on the edges of the pits, and the number quickly piled up.

Another terrifying supernatural phenomenon has also spread.

Houses, floors, trees, walls, etc. began to rot at this moment. The smell of mold quickly filled every inch of space. Mildew stains were spreading. Everything was aging and turning into piles of decay.

These things seem to have aged for decades in an instant, become fragile and can be scattered by the wind.

The same was true for the pavement under Zhang Dong's feet. As soon as he stepped on it, a huge gap collapsed.

He adjusted his body shape, steadied his steps, ignored the corrosive supernatural force, and walked forward quickly.

Luo Wensong was a little uneasy at the moment. He never expected that the superimposed door-opening kill, door-closing kill, knock-knock kill, and corrosive supernatural beings would not be able to hurt Zhang Dong even a hair.

This situation has never occurred before.

Even if some powerful ghost masters can resist with their own supernatural powers, they cannot completely ignore them.

This scene also shocked all Taiping Town residents present, their jaws dropped and their eyes widened with expressions of disbelief.

"It's a pity that the ghost realm cannot be used. Otherwise, I could have stacked more."

Until this moment, Luo Wensong still believed that his mortal supernatural power was not superimposed to a sufficient level.

He gritted his teeth and tried desperately to control his supernatural power to stop Zhang Dong, but the latter showed no intention of slowing down.

"Lie down for me!"

However, Zhang Dong showed no mercy and rushed in front of Luo Wensong with lightning speed, lifted the coffin nail, aimed it at his chest and drove it in hard.

Luo Wensong's expression changed drastically, and a supernatural door appeared behind him. He was nailed to the spot before he could step back in.

A terrifying repressive force formed.

He lay on the ground like a dead dog, motionless.

All the surrounding supernatural powers dissipated in an instant, and Taiping Town returned to its previous silence, leaving only many holes left behind after the supernatural influence.

"This is a win."

"Am I right? Is it that simple? Zhang Dong just patted him?"

"Look carefully, he is holding something in his hand. It looks like a coffin nail."

"What a nail in the coffin. How can this thing have such suppressive power?"

"The nails must have been made in the blacksmith's shop, right? I saw Zhang Dong going to the blacksmith's shop two days ago."

"That thing is not something Wang Yin can make."

"Okay, regardless of whether it was created by Wang Yin or not, Zhang Dong has already won. This is enough to show that his strength is higher than that of the Supernatural Society. I thought the two of them would fight back and forth, but it ended in an instant."

"This hole is really scary"

The current residents of Taiping Town were shocked beyond description. The lively excitement just now disappeared. They were all impressed by Zhang Dong's performance.

After this time, even those who were still skeptical of Zhang Dong were completely speechless.

"Big brother is big brother. If it were me, I wouldn't be able to win without putting in some effort." Li Qingzhi's tone was full of admiration.

"Do you think you can beat him?" Zhang Bohua glanced at him again, "I just saw it, that guy's strength is better than yours."

Li Qingzhi's face darkened: "."

"It's really incredible. Zhang Dong once again showed us what the gap is." Chen Zhijiang also praised.

Looking at Luo Wensong lying on the ground and being nailed to death, Zhang Dong frowned deeply.

Through the previous fight, he probably knew that Luo Wensong's strength was almost [-]% that of the top seven elders.

It has surpassed Li Qingzhi.

But no matter how scary it is, it’s still no match for the nail in the coffin.

After pondering for a while.

Zhang Dong pulled out the coffin nails.

If he were nailed any further, he would probably die.

Once the suppression was over, Luo Wensong recovered, his eyes widened and he took a long breath, with a bit of panic remaining on his face.

"What is this? It can actually completely suppress my supernatural power." He jumped up from the ground and stared at Zhang Dong warily.

To be precise, staring at the coffin nails in his hands.

This thing made him feel unprecedented danger.

"A coffin nail that can suppress any evil ghost." Zhang Dong said straight to the point, "This thing is prepared for Huang Quan."

Luo Wensong immediately understood what Zhang Dong meant: "You knew the plan to imprison Huang Quan, so you made this coffin nail? Use it to replace Taiping Town?"

According to the plan he had discussed with He Qingxiang before, it was the entire Taiping Town that should have suppressed Huang Quan. Now that Zhang Dong has come up with the nail in the coffin, it has become more convenient.

Thinking of this, Luo Wensong looked at Zhang Dong with a friendlier look.

"The suppressive power of this nail is not inferior to that of Taiping Town, and it is completely sufficient for Huang Quan." Zhang Dong explained, "This can not only ensure the existence of Taiping Town, but also successfully imprison him."

"It is indeed a terrifying suppressive power." Luo Wensong looked at the coffin nail with fear, recalling the experience of being suppressed just now with lingering fear.

It's like a ghost pressing down on the bed.
Zhang Dong retracted the nail, his eyes moved slightly, turned around and shouted to Zhang Bohua: "Go to Zhou Sheng'an, tell him that the ghost market will open soon, and ask him to find me at Taiping Inn."

"Does anyone else know about this plan?" Luo Wensong asked.

"A little more strength is not a bad thing." Zhang Dong glanced at him, and then looked back at the winding road, "The ghost gathering that I have been waiting for for so long is finally here."

(End of this chapter)