The Mysterious Resurrection of the Past of the Republic of China

Chapter 206 My rules are above yours
  Before the priest's huge palm could reach the ground, it was already hacked beyond recognition by Li Qingzhi.

He stared wide-eyed and examined his right hand with an incredulous expression. He saw that his right hand seemed to have been scratched by a sharp object, with criss-crossing cuts all over it. The burning pain made him subconsciously tighten his grip.

It felt like being stabbed with coffin nails.

But it's more deadly.

The pastor's slight tightening of his right hand caused the dense wounds to expand rapidly, and the skin and flesh were everted, revealing scarlet flesh.

Suddenly.

His right hand shattered instantly as if struck by a powerful force, turning into pieces of flesh smaller than ants and scattered on the floor.

"what!"

The priest endured the pain, covered his broken right hand and quickly moved away. After turning his head, a winding muddy path suddenly appeared in his field of vision.

next second.

The supernatural being that knocking on the door will lead to death quickly emerged, and at the same time mixed with Luo Wensong's corpse-stained supernatural being, the priest's figure was shaken, and there was a vague tendency to fall down.

But a tall and cold figure blocked behind him, the ghost's whisper sounded, and the wish came into effect, pulling him back from the edge of death.

"Damn!"

Night Crow on the side stopped watching and immediately joined the confrontation.

Black smoke was everywhere, and a suffocating and terrifying smoke spread out in the empty cemetery. Countless crows with human faces quickly flew out of the smoke, attacking everyone with a terrifying supernatural supernatural power of death.

But before these human-faced crows could fly far, they immediately felt a powerful force coming from their bodies that wanted to be released, as if there was a bomb in their bodies.

In an instant.

A large number of crows fell from the sky like kites with broken strings. After landing on the grave soil, they struggled for a few times and lost their movement.

Then the crow's figure disappeared, and was soon enveloped by a cold shadow, and then Meng Xiaodong's figure emerged.

The power of infinite invasion has curbed the Night Crow's methods from the source. Even though these crows themselves contain mortal supernatural beings, Meng Xiaodong is not afraid of death at all.

Because behind every Meng Xiaodong falls a strange scapegoat.

The restricted crow panicked for a moment, and the body hidden in the black smoke immediately had the idea of ​​​​escape.

But the black smoke that belonged to him seemed to be invaded by some kind of supernatural being. Every step he took would be blocked, as if there were many high walls inserted into the black smoke.

Before he could think about it, a rusty coffin nail flew out of nowhere, accurately found the night crow in the black smoke, and nailed it into his head without any suspense.

After losing the support of the supernatural source, the black smoke quickly dissipated.

Ye Crow's body also hung down weakly, his eyes widened, and a coffin nail between his eyebrows nailed him to a huge old grave.

And around him, there were dozens of old tombs blocking all directions.

Not far from this old tomb.

Lejia's body that could not be completely reborn still stood quietly on the spot, and was soon completely buried in the grave.

Just a few minutes of fighting.

Of the four members of the God-killing Cult, only the priest was left.

At this moment, he looked ferocious, covering his right hand and kept walking forward, but there was always a muddy path in his field of vision.

Zhang Dong's figure quickly approached on the path. At the same time, Wu Jie's erasure ability was taking effect, and the priest's supernatural powers quickly fell into silence.

The old Bible seemed to be torn into pieces by invisible people, and a large number of pages were turning and disappearing, dying in place of the pastor.

"Damn!"

"Take me away quickly!"

The pastor said coldly. The pain made his body tremble uncontrollably, but his eyes kept glancing behind him.

The tall figure of the wish ghost reappeared, and a whisper sounded, affecting the muddy path like a curse. The path felt like it wanted to disappear. The road surface became rugged, large and small pits appeared, and it was almost completely disconnected.

suddenly.

The sound of a sharp blade cutting through the air sounded, and there was some kind of terrifying scream in the sound. The cold hatchet suddenly struck at the wish ghost.

"Ah!~"

The sharp blade instantly cut through the body of the wish ghost, cutting off a piece of its shoulder, and the wish was immediately interrupted.

Suddenly.

It immediately used a range restart in an attempt to push the time back to forty minutes ago, but the restart without superimposition could not cross the cemetery.

Restart failed.

"why!"

The priest looked crazy, like a mad man shouting angrily at Zhang Dong.

"Why can't I shake you even though I'm so powerful! What kind of monster are you?"

Reluctance welled up in his heart like a flood, causing the priest to kneel down uncontrollably, hugging his head and crying.

He was extremely desperate at the moment. Although he had long expected the disparity in strength between the two sides, such a crushing failure made him extremely painful.

Zhang Dong walked to a few meters away from him with a solemn expression, raised his head slightly and looked at him.

"There is no reason, because my rules are above yours, and you are just a person struggling to death."

"No, I am not willing to die like this. I will at least pull you off your horse. Even if I die, the ghost in the Bible will help me complete the rest of the work!"

The pastor raised his head and looked at Zhang Dong with cold eyes.

Luo Wensong and others had also finished dealing with the others and rushed over. Five people completely surrounded him.

And not far away, Zhang Bohua was sitting in the driver's seat of the bus looking towards here with a smile on his face.

The old bus is like telling the priest: Even if you are given the chance to run away, we can catch up with you.

"Brother, don't talk nonsense to him." Luo Wensong said with a serious face, his eyes loosened.

"We can't kill him yet. We don't know where the ghost train has gone now. We have to deal with that train first. He is still the conductor now," Meng Xiaodong said.

Once the priest dies, the ghost train will lose control and it will be in trouble if it reaches the country.

So the best thing is to solve it completely here.

"Hmph! If you want to stop that train, you have to be capable." The pastor snorted coldly, stood up from the ground, and then quickly took out the yellowed letter from the Bible and showed it in front of everyone. Tear to pieces.

"Now you can kill me, but you will never find that train again!"

Only the conductor can tear the letter into pieces, and after the letter is damaged, only the conductor can continue to locate it.

"Hahaha! A bunch of idiots."

After doing all this, the pastor actually laughed maniacally.

Everyone looked at him in silence, with unmoved expressions.

Zhang Dong took a step forward, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and took out a strange piece of human skin paper from his arms.

"Do you think we won't be able to find the car if you die?"

The human skin paper was spread out, and the cold breath spread quickly.

On the soft paper, a line of twisted black writing emerged:

"Two days later, the ghost train will leave the southernmost city of the island country and then head towards the mainland."

(End of this chapter)