The Mysterious Resurrection of the Past of the Republic of China

Chapter 59 Ghost Brain Zhang Bohua

Zhang Dong's conjecture was very correct. Zhang Bohua had indeed controlled a ghost's head. The head told him that his name was Zhang Bohua, and told him the relationship between the ghost's rules, abilities, and supernatural powers.

He has asked himself more than once: whether he is a human or a ghost, what his real name is, and what his past is, but he cannot get the answer.

Because his thinking and all his ideas come from this ghost's head.

In other words, the questioner cannot find the answer from the questioner.

Zhang Bohua sighed and said, "I know everything about everyone and every ghost, but I don't even know my real name. It's really sad."

"You can see through everything except yourself. This is the price of the resurrection of the evil ghost that belongs to your head." Zhang Dong's eyes moved slightly and said, "And you wander around the world, and these supernatural beings The purpose of dealing with you is to find the ghosts that are related to your ghost brain."

"You want to know the truth about this ghost brain, so as to understand your past."

"Yes, but I have searched almost everywhere in the world, but there is no supernatural being that can be connected with the ghost brain." Zhang Bohua said, "So I set my sights on the supernatural place, but my supernatural power is not enough to enter. Among them, that's why I chase the ghost that bumps into people, only it can enter the supernatural land."

"Okay, there's no need to go to such trouble." Zhang Dong raised his hand and interrupted him, "After I solve this ghost painting, I will help you understand your past."

Zhang Dong is not just talking. If Zhang Bohua wants to know her past, she can completely rely on Meng Xiaodong's ability. This is a very easy thing for her.

Zhang Bohua narrowed his eyes slightly when he heard this: "If someone else had said such a thing, I would have dismissed it. But after hearing it from your mouth, I think it is somewhat credible."

At some point, he developed an inexplicable trust in Zhang Dong. Perhaps the ghost brain was unable to detect his situation, which gave him a unique sense of mystery.

Or maybe it's his cognitive outlook and overall view that are different from ordinary people, as well as his excellent analytical skills.

That’s not even counting Zhang Dong’s incomprehensible supernatural power.

When these conditions are concentrated in one person at the same time, he is simply a tailor-made captain for a top team of ghost masters.

"This person is indeed somewhat interesting."

Zhang Bohua thought secretly, moved his eyes to Zhang Dong, and said: "Gui paintings are so dangerous, you definitely need my help."

Zhang Dong raised his eyebrows and understood what he meant.
He chose to join the gang.

"As far as I know, there are ten floors of ghost paintings. We are currently on the ninth floor. If we want to be detained, we must return to the first floor and then capture the ghost painting from reality." Zhang Dong said straight to the point. , then turned to look at Zhang Bohua and said, "I wonder if this part of the information is different from what you have found out?"

Zhang Bohua nodded slightly: "The ghost painting has ten floors in total. This is correct, but to imprison it, you don't need to go through it from big to small. You can go directly from the ninth floor to the first floor, omitting the middle part. , the effect is the same. After all, the world in the painting is very dangerous, and there are so many ghost paintings that it is easy to get lost in it."

From the ninth floor directly to the first floor?
Sure enough, it was different from the information given by Yang Muxue.

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"Are you sure you can skip the level directly?" Zhang Dong said with a glance, "You must know that the ghost paintings are superimposed. One layer is superimposed on the other. There can be no passage between dissimilar scrolls."

Zhang Bohua said with great certainty: "Of course I know that the ghost paintings are superimposed, and the passages between the scrolls must be closely connected. But don't forget, if you want to go from the ninth painting to the first, you don't have to pass through The passage between the ghost paintings will do.”

"You mean the ghost that hit someone?" Zhang Dong suddenly realized.

I almost forgot about this unique ghost.

"Yes, the ghost's supernatural powers can ignore any ghost realm and can even enter supernatural places, so traveling between different scrolls is a piece of cake." Zhang Bohua said.

"But how easy is it to find and imprison that ghost?"

At this time, Luo Qian, who was silent on the side, said. "That's why I need to come back here to get a supernatural object that can restrain the ghost that hits people." Zhang Bohua said.

His young apprentice suddenly appeared and handed him a brown jar.

This jar is very similar to an ancient wine jar. The mouth of the jar is covered with a piece of yellow paper, and the seal is made of some kind of light red solidified substance. It emits a unique smell, like wax drops, but it is definitely not Formed from ordinary candles.

Tear open the yellow paper.

A strong smell of blood instantly filled the entire room.

The jar was filled with rich scarlet blood. The blood swayed as the jar swayed, bubbling from time to time, as if something was soaked in it.

"This is..." Li Qingzhi frowned slightly and asked.

"Ghost blood. Taken from a ghost, it can suppress any powerful ghost." Zhang Bohua explained.

"Are you afraid that you have forgotten that the bumper ghost ignores suppression?" Luo Qian said with a hint of sarcasm in his tone, "If suppression is effective, do you still need your ghost blood?"

After saying that, the grave soil on his body fell rustlingly, forming an old grave behind him, which looked particularly strange in the small room.

"Haha." Zhang Bohua smiled faintly, ignored it, and turned the mouth of the jar upside down. The rich ghost blood immediately poured out, "Ghost blood is not used to imprison the ghosts, but to restrict the contents of the jar. Something.”

As he turned the mouth of the jar upward again, everyone could clearly see the strange thing in the jar.

A dry palm with wrinkled skin and almost bones stood out. It was still stained with some sticky ghost blood, and the pale white nails gave off a creepy feeling in the dim light.

Suddenly, it seemed that the ghost blood that restricted it was lost, and it resumed its activities, its index finger twitching.

Then the other fingers started to move quickly, trying to crawl out along the mouth of the jar, but were blocked by some kind of supernatural force and could not escape.

"This is the hand with the ability to herd ghosts. Its blood can give simple orders to ghosts." As Zhang Bohua said, he stretched out his right hand and smoothed his sleeve. Only then did everyone see his hand. There is actually a severed arm in the sleeve.

He stretched the severed arm directly into the jar and successfully connected it with the withered hand.

There was no sign of pain in the whole process, but a bit of smile.

The severed arm instantly became complete after being connected to the withered hand. Although the interface was very rough, with only a few strips of skin and flesh connecting it, it did not affect the induction between the two at all.

"In order to prevent the evil ghost from reviving, I take it off when I don't use it," Zhang Bohua said. "This is the hand of a ghost groom. He has a ghost bride who has not yet had time to marry home. The ghost bride's hand Those with similar abilities can exert slight control over ghosts.”

"Recruit a ghost?"

Zhang Dong frowned and immediately recalled this ability.

Li Qingzhi and Luo Qian have even more profound memories because they have seen this weird supernatural power in the story world created by human skin paper.

Li Qingzhi is the user, and Luo Qian is the recipient.
Zhang Dong stared at the withered hand and asked: "If this hand has the ability to herd ghosts, then do you plan to use it to control the ghosts that hit people?"

"Yes, of course the blood it sheds alone may not be enough to control the ghost, but if it is the supernatural power of the original hand, it should be enough." Zhang Bohua said.

(End of this chapter)