The Mysterious Resurrection of the Past of the Republic of China

Chapter 81 Inheritance
With the help of Meng Xiaodong, Zhang Dong and Zhang Dong successfully calibrated the real time and returned to the ancestral hall.

But there was no Zhang Bohua here. It was after Li Qingzhi searched for it that he found his body behind the ancestral hall.

Zhang Bohua's head disappeared, his body was extremely stiff, his skin was covered with dense corpse spots, and his whole body exuded a stench, as if he had been dead for a long time.

This made everyone's hearts tighten, and their spirits immediately became tense.

Especially Li Qingzhi's face was full of uneasiness. When he saw the wounds on the corpse being so smooth and gentle, he thought of the ghost's dismemberment ability.

Obviously Zhang Bohua's head was cut off by the ghost's ability. Although it was not the real ghost, it still made Li Qingzhi feel a deep sense of guilt.

"You know it's not your fault, so there's no need to blame yourself, not to mention we still have her." Zhang Dong's eyes moved slightly, patted Li Qingzhi on the shoulder, and then looked behind him.

Li Qingzhi frowned, looked in his direction, and his eyes suddenly widened.

I almost forgot that Meng Xiaodong's invasion ability can save Zhang Bohua.

She could let the two of her invade from the past to the present, or she could let the living Zhang Bohua invade the dead body.

"It seems that I need your help again." Zhang Dong looked at Meng Xiaodong and said in a solemn tone, "Also, after the incident of this supernatural meeting is over, you can withdraw and join my team. "

Meng Xiaodong's expression moved slightly, and he replied while controlling the invasion ability to cover Zhang Bohua's body.

"I just want to deal with more supernatural events in this world. It doesn't matter where I am. It's just that the matter in Taiping Town won't end so easily this time."

Zhang Dong said: "This is no longer the Taiping Town you thought it was. The ancestral hall is no longer a threat. If the residents here unite, not the supernatural society can compete."

After the battle with the dead souls, Zhang Dong felt more and more that the strength of Taiping Town was definitely stronger than imagined, and there were still many strong people here who had not yet shown themselves.

"So, are you going to side with them?" Meng Xiaodong's eyes suddenly became uncertain.

At this time, the ability to invade came into play, and the decapitated Zhang Bohua changed.

The pale skin began to regain color, and the stiff body gradually softened. He was regaining the breath of a living person, and the outline of his head appeared vaguely, and gradually became clearer.

In less than a minute, his body will be intact and fully alive.

Li Qingzhi gradually became excited when he saw this.

"Stop, don't focus on the body."

Suddenly, a young man's voice sounded in the room.

Everyone's expressions changed. After looking around, they saw a thin man who was just approaching adulthood in the corner.

His figure changed from illusion to reality, as if he appeared out of thin air.

It is obviously a quiet spiritual ability.

Zhang Dong frowned and immediately recognized this person as Zhang Bohua's former apprentice. He usually stayed in hiding and rarely showed his face.

"Why don't you let us save your master?" After seeing him, Li Qingzhi's expression condensed and he immediately asked, "Did you kill him?"

There is no doubt that Zhang Bohua's attack methods are not good, but he has many life-saving skills. Even if the spirit of the dead is very strong, it is unlikely that he will take Zhang Bohua away before he dies.

So Li Qingzhi suspected that it was his little apprentice who was holding him back.

The hatchet in his hand was raised unconsciously. Li Qingzhi narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the feet of the young apprentice.

There are footprints.

His meaning is very clear: If you don't explain clearly today, don't even think about leaving. Even if you have the ability to idealize, you can't escape being dismembered by the hatchet.

A burning smell gradually filled the air.

At this time, the young apprentice suddenly burst out laughing: "Hahaha, it's you, Li Qingzhi, who drew his sword whenever he disagreed. If I hadn't appeared earlier, I would have died unjustly by your sword."

His words made everyone look a little surprised.

Zhang Dong said: "What do you mean?"

The young apprentice cleared his throat, straightened his back, looked at everyone and said: "Actually, I am the real Zhang Bohua. The corpse you come into contact with on daily basis is my puppet. I have never shown my face, and I have never shown up. I haven’t told you my true identity.”

As soon as this statement came out, everyone was shocked.

Especially Li Qingzhi, his eyes suddenly widened at first, and then he looked angry at being deceived: "Do you think I will believe you?"

Zhang Dong's brows furrowed deeply and he raised his hand to stop him: "Don't rush into action yet. I think his words are indeed somewhat true."

Zhang Dong knew very well that Zhang Bohua lived the longest among the seven elders in the original work, so he should be the youngest now.

Zhang Dong had always had doubts about this before, but now he can explain it clearly.

Secondly, Zhang Bohua's most commonly used ability is the quiet spiritual ability, but when this ability first appeared, it was in his disciples, and it is right now.

"Brother, do you actually believe what he said? A child with no hair on his head?" Li Qingzhi's eyes widened with a look of disbelief on his face.

"It will be clear if you steal the memory of this corpse." Zhang Dong turned his head slightly and looked at Zhang Bohua's headless corpse and said.

"But he has no brain." Li Qingzhi said.

At this time, Meng Xiaodong understood and immediately continued to activate the invasion ability that he had just stopped, completed the final invasion, and brought the former Zhang Bohua over.

His head appeared, but before he could wake up from his confusion, a thick ghost immediately entered his body, searching for something in his head.

If this corpse is Zhang Bohua, then there should be an extremely terrifying ghost in his head. The supernatural interference will be very serious, and it is impossible for the ghost to steal the memory.

But the fact is that Ghost Shadow was not blocked in any way, and it was as easy as stealing from an ordinary person.

Soon, Li Qingzhi searched through the corpse's memory, but found no key information.

"He is indeed not Zhang Bohua. His memory during his lifetime is very complete. He seems to be a medical practitioner."

Li Qingzhi said, his face a little downcast.

"Hahaha." The young apprentice laughed and said, "Can you accept the new me now?"

Zhang Dong's eyes moved: "You are really Zhang Bohua, why do you still like to hide and pretend to be a master?"

"You don't understand, this old guy scolded me before, so I killed him and sewed his mouth shut with a ghost. He usually goes out to do errands for me." Zhang Bohua said lightly and walked towards the old man who was the substitute. .

At this time, after the old man came back to life, he seemed to be out of Zhang Bohua's control. He had been in a sluggish state, looking at everyone with dull eyes.

Zhang Bohua came closer and tidied the old man's clothes and hair.

Then, his figure gradually disappeared.

Soon, the dull old man's pupils suddenly shrank, and his dull eyes suddenly became kind, as if he had regained consciousness.

"I am back again,"

The old man said in a kind tone, touched his neck, and then smiled.

"He still has a head that looks normal."

Everyone's mouth twitched.

As expected, this guy is still immature. After all the hard work, he asked a few people to play with him emotionally.

Especially Li Qingzhi's face, which was extremely dark. I don't know if it was because of the ghost.

"The whereabouts of that guy Luo Qian is now unknown, and I don't know where he was buried in the cemetery." Zhang Dong frowned and thought secretly.

The Endless Cemetery is a supernatural place. Although there is a passage to reality, it is difficult to find and can only be invaded by external forces.

Currently, only the Ghosts can enter there.

But after Zhang Dong considered it, he did not plan to go to the supernatural place for the time being. Things in Taiping Town were more important at the moment.

Anyway, Luo Qian's body is full of grave soil, so there will be no danger if he is buried in a grave.

"Let him stay in the grave first."

At this time, Meng Xiaodong came to Zhang Dong and put a photo in his hand. Different from the previous one, this photo had a frame, and Meng Xiaodong inside was clearer, and his appearance was It is also more similar to now, obviously it was just made recently,

It is also a supernatural item.

Not just photos.

Meng Xiaodong also took out a weird rag doll with a weird shape and a ferocious appearance from his arms.

This rag doll is about the size of a palm, sewn from dirty old fabrics. It is stuffed with something unknown. It smells like a rotting corpse, and there are traces on the limbs, belly, and head of the rag doll. A gold needle the thickness of a pencil was inserted.

It seems that six golden needles have nailed this thing tightly.

"The scapegoat."

After Zhang Dong saw it, his eyes narrowed and he instinctively felt a strange aura emanating from the rag doll.

This breath is exactly the same as when facing a ghost.

Obviously, this is the scapegoat in the original work.

As long as the user drops a drop of blood and then pulls out these golden needles, the rag doll can act as the user and be targeted by ghosts. The user is safe while it escapes.

"After I became an alien, I would try to develop this kind of invasion ability whenever I had free time. Later, with the help of a ghost controller from the Supernatural Society, I created such a supernatural item." Meng Xiaodong explained.

Before Zhang Dong could respond, Zhang Bohua's eyes lit up and he immediately grabbed it and looked at it.

"It's a good thing, but it's a pity that the production cost is too expensive and requires gold." He looked at it carefully with some excitement. "But the ability is very powerful. Just drop your blood on it and it will trigger the invasion ability left on it. The previous You will invade this doll to block an attack from a ghost or an upcoming injury."

"If I had had it earlier, I wouldn't have been beheaded before."

"How much can you sell me for?"

Zhang Dong's face darkened: "."

Meng Xiaodong snatched it over and looked at Zhang Bohua warily: "This is just one thing, not for sale."

Immediately, she put the doll directly into Zhang Dong's hand: "As a thank you for saving me last time."

Zhang Dong said: "You have helped me many times. We are already even. There is no need to give this thing to me, and I don't need it either."

"Okay, I have to go back to deal with the supernatural incident. It has been delayed for a long time." Meng Xiaodong interrupted him and turned to leave. "Think about it, maybe you really should meet him."

After saying that, her figure disappeared immediately.

Zhang Dong looked at the scapegoat in his hand and the direction she left, frowning deeply.

Combined with what she said when she left, Zhang Dong knew exactly what Meng Xiaodong meant. She was paying for the life of the president of the Supernatural Society in advance.

The scapegoat was not intended for Zhang Dong, but for the president.

"Who is this president?"

Zhang Dong clutched the scapegoat and his expression became solemn.

After pondering for a while.

He motioned for everyone to leave,

There is no longer a threat to the ancestral hall. The next step is to gather the residents of Taiping Town and investigate the secret of the Supernatural Society.

This is what matters right now.

Just when everyone was about to leave.

The strange fragrance that had disappeared for a long time suddenly reappeared in the air, and a thin stream of white smoke gradually filled the air, vaguely outlining the appearance of an old man.

It looks like the old man who appeared when everyone destroyed the spiritual throne.

After a while, the outline of the old man's shape became clear.

He turned to look at everyone, nodded, showed a somewhat appreciative expression, and then waved to everyone to follow him.

The old man left the back of the ancestral hall and walked towards the hall.

Zhang Dong's eyes moved and he followed.

After several people arrived at the front of the ancestral hall, they discovered that a complete spiritual tablet had been erected there at some point.

"It only appeared later. It definitely didn't exist before." Li Qingzhi's eyes immediately narrowed, and he looked at the spirit tablet with vigilance. At the same time, he raised his hatchet, preparing to deal with the next attack.

Obviously, he was ready to face the dead souls again.

"No, this spiritual position is not that of the dead soul, but the soul-caller's own."

Zhang Dong squinted his eyes slightly, took a step forward, walked straight through the old man's body formed by white smoke, and came to the spiritual throne.

I saw three words clearly engraved on the spiritual tablet. The words were very neat and tidy, and they looked brand new.

"He Qingxiang"

Is this the name of the second generation of spiritualists?
Zhang Dong glanced at the name, then turned and stared at the old man formed by white smoke, looking at him carefully.

Obviously he is He Qingxiang.

In the original work, He Liansheng, a third-generation spiritual caller, used this trick to extend his life and passed it on to He Yin'er, a fourth-generation spiritual caller.

This is the secret and rule of the spiritualists. Only when the previous generation of spiritualists dies can the next generation appear.

Now that the second generation is dead, the third generation should be He Liansheng.

I just don’t know how old He Liansheng is now.

Zhang Dong was thinking, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of He Qingxiang still waving towards the back of the ancestral hall, as if he was calling someone who didn't want to show up, and didn't pay attention to everyone.

"Is there someone behind?"

Only then did Zhang Dong realize that the signal He Qingxiang just gave was not to him, but to someone hidden in the ancestral hall.

He immediately came to the corner and looked in the direction where He Qingxiang was waving.

In the sight, at the corner of a wall, there was a child in tattered clothes, with a dark face, but a bright face.

He leaned forward, exposing his upper body and peeping into the hall. He seemed to be responding to He Qingxiang's call, and his body was ready to move.But he seemed to be wary of the presence of Zhang Dong and others, so he was reluctant to step forward.

(End of this chapter)