The Mysterious Resurrection of the Past of the Republic of China

Chapter 68 Broken Picture Scroll

The supernatural power erupted from the hatchet that was superimposed with many dismemberment abilities was so terrifying that even Yang Muxue, who had mastered the ghost painting, could not resist it.

In addition, this kind of method that exceeds the distance limit is difficult to guard against, and it is easy to die suddenly.

At the same time, somewhere in the scroll.

A delicate woman in a red wedding dress was floating in the sky in a strange way. Her steps were very light, but each step could cover a very long distance.

Yang Muxue used the supernatural power of the embroidered shoes to find suitable supernatural puzzle pieces in the scroll, and continued to grow her own power.

When she landed on a boulder, she suddenly felt a danger coming.

Her delicate body stood up straight, and she turned her head slightly to look around.

There are no other ghosts nearby. It is a suburb of the city with only countless overgrown weeds.

ghost?
Yang Muxue felt uneasy in her heart. For some reason, she felt like she was being spied on at the moment, but there was no one around. Whenever someone appeared in the ghost painting, she would feel it.

This feeling is very weird.

suddenly.

The dangerous aura became more and more obvious, as if there was an innocent soul standing in front of him staring at him at this moment.

She also instantly understood that this sense of prying eyes came not from her surroundings, but from the past.

Someone is staring at his old self.

The uneasiness in her heart gradually deepened, and she understood that although the ghost paintings were terrifying, they could only protect against the present, not the past.

Leaving is her only thought now.

When she activated the supernatural power of the embroidered shoes and planned to temporarily hide in a deeper place, she suddenly discovered that the supernatural power had failed, and a cut suddenly appeared on her ankle.

The incision was so thin that it was almost imperceptible to the naked eye, but it cut open her body in a strange way.

There was no pain, no numbness, because her body at the moment was maintained by the ghost wedding dress on her body, and ordinary power could not affect her at all.

However, this incision cleverly appeared in a place that the ghost wedding dress could not cover, and completely cut off the embroidered shoes on her feet.

At this moment, panic emerged from her heart and quickly spread throughout her body. She wanted to escape, but she could not use the supernatural power of the embroidered shoes.

Her body fell from the boulder as if blown by the wind.

This incomprehensible injury dismembered the magic of the embroidered shoes and took away her invisible feet.

She can't even stand now.

Not only that.

The second fatal wound followed shortly after and appeared on her neck. This incision bit by bit along her white neck gnawed away at the remaining part, and soon completely severed the connection between the head and the body.

This knife also bypassed the supernatural obstruction of Gui Wedding Clothes.

But Yang Muxue did not die because of this, because the red hijab's supernatural power helped her bear the knife. Her neck seemed to be shaky and about to break away from her shoulders, but it failed to fall off in the end.

However, the scarlet hijab flew out uncontrollably and disappeared into the endless scroll world.

The second knife should have directly cut off her consciousness, but due to the obstruction of the red hijab, it allowed her to survive for a while.

However, the attacks did not stop.

The terrifying supernatural power of the third knife burst out, and a long cut appeared on the bright red wedding dress, and the fair skin was exposed.

The incision was diagonally downward from the shoulder, breaking through the barrier of the ghost wedding dress, cutting Yang Muxue's body in half, and her personality was also divided into two parts, each attached to one part of the body.

Gui Wenyi seemed to be hurt, desperately relying on instinct to immediately choose to attach to half of her body.

The other part of the body also immediately disappeared into the ghost painting as the ghost recovered.

"who am I?"

Yang Muxue looked around with dull eyes. Her face was dim, her expression was numb, and her pale skin was bloodless, like a corpse that had been dead for a long time.

He looked down at the red wedding dress, then at the amputated legs and the missing part of the body.

She tried to remember, but nothing came to mind.

However, the instinct of supernatural power still existed. She controlled the ink to draw her legs and the rest of her body before she could stand up completely.

After standing there for a while, she finally found seemingly useful information from the fragmented memory.

"Peach Blossom Spring Project"

"what is this?"

Yang Muxue's eyes moved slightly, she raised her hand and waved it into the air, and a light door was opened.

She immediately walked in and the light door closed.

at the same time.

The world of ghost paintings has undergone unexpected changes. The sky is shaking and collapsing. Everything is unsustainable due to the supernatural fragmentation of the source.

Everyone in Zhang Dong felt this abnormality immediately after Li Qingzhi completed the dismemberment.

"It seems that the dismemberment was successful. The ghost painting's supernatural power was split and turned into two parts." Zhang Bohua said with a solemn expression, staring at the sky for a long time.

"But I just made three cuts." Li Qingzhi put away the hatchet and said with an indifferent expression.

"The first and second cuts have little effect, and the third cut is what causes the ghost painting to split." Zhang Bohua said, "And if I read it correctly, the supernatural power of these two parts of the ghost painting is very different. I'm afraid One part accounts for about [-]% of supernatural beings, and the other part only accounts for [-]%. And we are now in a world composed of [-]% of supernatural beings."

"Isn't that part still controlled by Yang Muxue?" Li Qingzhi asked.

Zhang Bohua said: "Yes, she is still alive, but her power has been weakened to the greatest extent, and she can no longer affect the other [-]% ghost paintings."

During the conversation, the world in the painting was rapidly collapsing, and everything in sight was fading away.

"It saves us the time of imprisoning Gui Hua," Luo Qian said.

"We must restrain the ghost painting from reality before it leaves, otherwise it will be difficult to imprison it after it disappears." Zhang Dong said solemnly, while looking at Zhang Bohua.

Zhang Bohua did not hesitate, turned his head slightly and looked in a certain direction, and saw two faint lights appearing out of thin air in the air there.

The brightness of the light increased, and soon, a body of a ghost like a mountain of flesh rushed out of the light.

"boarding."

Zhang Bohua drank and motioned for everyone to sit on the rickshaw.

The ghost's supernatural powers broke through the limitations of the painting, and showed no intention of stopping. The bloated body crashed in another direction, relying on the light yellow light to break the barrier of the ghost painting, opening a path to the first painting. channel.

Everyone sat on rickshaws and used this passage to follow closely.

The field of vision is rapidly shrinking, and the surrounding scenery is changing rapidly.

Villages, county towns, remote night wastelands, etc. emerged one by one.

Soon, all the buildings disappeared, and the surrounding area was once again replaced by endless dirt.

They successfully reached the world of the first painting.

The rickshaw stopped. After Zhang Dong got off the car, his face was solemn, his eyes quickly searched the ground, and he quickly saw the only thing that existed here.

That is a painting.

The painting is a realistic scene, and this painting is also the exit from the ghost painting.

Without hesitation, Zhang Dong immediately stole the supernatural power of the ghost painting and opened this passage.

Reality has become closer.After the rickshaw passed through the passage, Zhang Dong looked back.

The world of ghost paintings was quickly annihilated, leaving only an area of ​​less than a hundred square meters, and it was still shrinking rapidly.

He frowned and immediately stepped through the door.

The sun was shining on me, and everything around me was quickly becoming brighter.

"We're out," Li Qingzhi said after taking a breath. "The ghost painting seems to have vomited out all the reality it swallowed before."

Everyone saw that all the county towns that had been cut off were now restored to their previous buildings, as if they disappeared and then reappeared out of thin air.

It's just that the county town is very deserted, because almost all the people who entered the ghost painting died.

"This is how ghost paintings kill people." Zhang Bohua stroked his beard and said, "Put everything in reality into the painting, copy the most realistic picture layer by layer, and then leave the ghosts and people on the ninth layer, and then Draw the rest into the tenth level and send it back to reality.”

"If someone is lucky enough to survive the whole process and successfully reach the tenth level with reality, then there is still a chance to return to reality."

Zhang Dong added: "However, Yang Muxue took advantage of this to rob the tenth level of supernatural beings and create the Peach Blossom Spring Project, and has no intention of returning it to reality."

"But now the ghost painting has changed. It has been split into two parts. One part should still be in Yang Muxue, but I don't know what her current situation is. And the other part is..." Zhang Bohua said lightly, while focusing on On the painting in Zhang Dong's hand.

This painting contains [-]% of the supernatural power of the ghost painting. After Zhang Dong left the world in the painting, it was easily restricted.

At this moment, there is nothing in this painting, just like a blank piece of paper, but there is unimaginable terrifying power on it, which has various unsolvable abilities such as transforming space, copying supernatural beings, superposition, etc.

But in Zhang Dong's hands, it was unusually calm.

This is due to the influence of the regular ghost, which makes it temporarily unable to find the next host.

If Zhang Dong throws it away, he may immediately disappear in front of him, or he may look for the other three people or the nearest living person as his target.

However, no matter who controls this power, the evil ghost will immediately revive and become the source ghost of ghost paintings.

"This painting is still useful. The laws on it are very powerful. You can try to control some of the supernatural powers in the future." Zhang Dong said with a heavy face. He stroked the scroll with his right hand and felt an indescribable coldness.

"What about Yang Muxue? Although the other part of the ghost painting only has one level of supernatural power, it has all the abilities of the ghost painting. It is still a very scary ghost, enough to sustain her life." Li Qingzhi said with a worried look. .

At this moment, he regretted not cutting more times.

"It doesn't matter." Zhang Bohua said, "Even if she is still alive, she will become another personality due to losing part of her body. She may not remember the Peach Blossom Spring Plan. At best, she will be a powerful ghost controller."

"Furthermore, the supernatural power of the tenth painting is not very strong and cannot affect reality. It can only copy the same level of painting as the tenth painting. It is much less harmful than before."

Zhang Dong frowned deeply when he heard this.

"From this point of view, the tenth painting that Yang Muxue has mastered now should be the real ghost painting in the original work."

It cannot affect reality and can only draw the world in the painting based on reality. It has the same ability as the ghost painting in the original work.

Then.

When she dies completely, will she become the source ghost of ghost paintings?

Has the murder pattern also become a memory?
She is probably still wearing the ghost wedding dress and has the ability to attract ghosts.

Shaking his head, Zhang Dong retracted his thoughts.

Leave her alone for now.

Now that there is no medium, it is impossible to dismember her.

And she is more useful now alive than dead, because death means that the ghost painting is out of control and will turn into a very harmful supernatural event.

"Okay everyone, our cooperation ends here." Zhang Bohua said with a smile, "I am going to the ghost market to trade now. I believe that the pole ghost has brought me a lot of good things."

After that, he got back into the rickshaw and was about to control his supernatural power to leave.

"Wait." Zhang Dong raised his hand to stop him.

“Where is the ghost market?”

"Are you interested?" Zhang Bohua said with a raised eyebrow.

"There's no harm in going and taking a look." Zhang Dong said.

After this attempt to transfer the shadow puppet's rules to Chai Dao, he had a new plan.

Now he can completely rely on the ability of regular ghosts to splice into a ghost controller with terrifying power. He can even transfer the regular rules that originally existed on ghosts to objects, thus creating supernatural items in batches.

Among the many supernatural items, there is one item that is very unexplainable.

That coffin nail that never fails.

Any person or ghost who is pinned will be suppressed instantly.

It can be regarded as a powerful killing weapon comparable to a rusty hatchet.

It’s just that the ghosts needed to make coffin nails are not yet known, and further exploration is needed.

Right now, it is a good choice to go to a place where ghosts trade, such as Guiji, to learn more about ghosts.

Maybe you can also buy a few more valuable ghosts.

"I plan to go to a ghost market, what do you say?" Zhang Dong said looking at Li Qingzhi and Luo Qian.

"Of course I will follow you." Li Qingzhi held the hatchet tightly and said firmly.

"Then there's no need to ask, just leave." Luo Qian also gave an affirmative answer.

The three of them looked at Zhang Bohua, who raised the corners of his mouth slightly and moved to the side to make way for a large space.

After getting on the bus, under the influence of the Shepherd Ghost's ability, the figure of the rickshaw quickly faded and quickly disappeared.

Somewhere in reality.

A cold wind blew slightly from the sky, taking away the fallen leaves on the ground and rolling them up into the air to float freely.

There was a child of about five or six years old jumping around at the door of his house, reaching for the dead leaves that were about to fall.

Whenever he caught a leaf, he would look at it excitedly, but soon lost interest and went to grab new leaves.

He kept playing, his forehead was soaked with sweat and he was enjoying it.

I don't know when.

He found that there were more and more fallen leaves in the sky, and they were densely packed all over the sky.

This made him a little curious and a little surprised.

However, when he took a few steps toward the densely packed fallen leaves, he was surprised to find that the withered yellow leaves had turned into paper ash.

A burning smell instantly filled the air, accompanied by a chill that condensed around him.

There was a look of horror on his face, and his eyes were full of fear.

Because he saw a woman wearing a red wedding dress coming out of the countless paper ashes.

What made him feel even more horrified was that the woman's face could not be seen clearly, and her legs did not seem to exist.

The woman quickly came to him and asked in a resentful voice:

"What's your name, kid?"

After hearing this, the child was so nervous that he could not speak. He could only tremble all over.

It wasn't until a minute later that he said tremblingly:
"My name is Zhang Xianguang."

(End of this chapter)