The Mysterious Resurrection of the Past of the Republic of China

Chapter 1 Long-cherished wish
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big river city.

Zhang Dong, who had been working all day, was lying on his side on the bed, holding his cell phone and looking at the updates of the novel attentively.

He was reading a novel called Mysterious Resurrection, which took horror novels to a new level with its unique perspective and novel ideas. It became a hit all over the Internet as soon as it was released.

Zhang Dong was also deeply involved in it, often forgetting to eat when he was reading. Especially today, as soon as he got off work, he stayed in bed early and frantically refreshed the latest chapter of the novel, because today was the end day of the mysterious resurrection.

After a long time, a big word (END) on the screen came into view, which meant that a masterpiece of conferring gods had come to an end.

"Oh, there are obviously so many wonderful contents that have not been written, and there are still many holes that have not been filled. Why is it over? This author really can't get along with the money."

Zhang Dong lit a cigarette, took a puff with squinted eyes, and then spit it out, as if venting some kind of dissatisfaction.

There is another aspect of this book that makes him uncomfortable, that is, there is a character in the book with the same name as him, who is nicknamed Dongtian Emperor.

As the top boss of the past era, this person has extraordinary strength and is mysterious. Whenever the protagonist Yang Jian starts to show off, readers will swipe the screen: "Let Zhang Dong come!"

Every time he sees it, Zhang Dong will mentally transform himself into the person in the book, leading a group of men to solve all difficulties. At this moment, the corners of his mouth will always rise unconsciously.

However, the protagonist of this book is Yang Jian after all, and there are very few plots involving that big boss. Although many readers have written tens of thousands of dollars to ask the author to write a prequel about him, for the author who cannot guarantee normal updates, It's nothing more than a fool's dream.

When the cigarette was gone, Zhang Dong dropped the cigarette butt and lay on the bed with his hands behind his head, staring at the ceiling blankly.

Suddenly, a dark wind blew into the room from nowhere, and the room suddenly became chaotic. Papers were flying, furniture was shaking, and the lights on the ceiling were sizzling.

"what happened?"

Zhang Dong's expression changed drastically, and he resisted the wind with half-open eyes. Everything in his vision was blurred, the light was swaying, and even his consciousness was blurred.

After a few seconds, the sinister wind suddenly stopped.

Returning to consciousness, he shook his head and found that everything around him had changed.

The old rental house disappeared and was replaced by a dark but very spacious hall.

Zhang Dong was stunned on the spot. At this moment, he stood in the center of the hall. Under his feet were moss-covered black stone bricks. There were exquisite Taishi chairs around him. The walls of the house were also made of carefully polished marble. They looked like buildings from the previous era. style.

where is this?
crossed?
He slapped himself hard, and the pain let him know that it was all true.

Immediately, he realized that the sinister wind must have caused him to come here, but at this moment, the hall was quiet, there was no wind at all, and it was impossible to go back.

He decided to take care of the present first and looked up at his surroundings.

The room was dark, the light was very weak, and the visibility was only a few meters, which gave him an inexplicable feeling of suffocation, as if he had entered a Republic-style haunted house.

Keep going.

The light became increasingly dim, and a figure emerged from the darkness, making Zhang Dong feel chilled and froze in his steps.

anyone?

He concentrated, trying to see clearly the figure in front of him.

Suddenly, as if reflecting his thoughts, the room suddenly became bright.

The candles hanging on the wall were lit one after another, emitting a gloomy green light, illuminating the darkness ahead.

Zhang Dong was startled and immediately saw the figure clearly.

It was an old man wearing a Chinese tunic suit and a serious face.He closed his eyes tightly and sat upright on a Taishi chair, facing the direction of Zhang Dong.

The old man seemed to have been dead for a long time, his face was covered with wrinkles, and he revealed an ominous aura under the green light.

Zhang Dong's eyes suddenly widened, fear welled up in his heart and quickly spread throughout his body. At this moment, his body went rigid.There is only one thought left in my mind: run!
Regardless of whether the old man was a human, a ghost, or something strange, being in this weird environment gave him a sense of oppression.

But just when Zhang Dong turned around and took steps, a grand master's chair moved in front of him in an incredible way, blocking his way.

He immediately changed direction, only to see another Taishi chair flying towards him again.

Soon, Taishi chairs appeared in the other two directions, one meter away from him, surrounding him in the middle.

Zhang Dong was sweating crazily on his forehead, his legs softened, and he sat directly on the Taishi chair behind his butt.

His sitting triggered some incomprehensible phenomenon.

I saw the outline of a person gradually appearing on the Taishi chair in front of him, and he sat down imitating his appearance.

The closer the person gets to the chair, the clearer his figure becomes and his face gradually becomes distinguishable.

After he sat down completely, Zhang Dong could clearly see this person's face. He looked like the old man with his eyes closed just now.

After the old man sat down, his closed eyes suddenly opened, he looked at Zhang Dong and sighed slightly.

He came back to life.
Zhang Dong could no longer make a sound at this time, as if a stone was blocked in his throat, and he could only widen his eyes with a look of fear.

"Hunter, my name is Zhang Dong. What you see now is my remaining consciousness. When you see this consciousness, I am already dead."

The old man spoke earnestly and in a very weak voice, as if spoken by a dying person with his last breath.

"I have reached the end of my journey as a ghost master, but I still can't completely end the supernatural. So when I was about to die, I decided to use my whole life to send you back to the Republic of China decades ago. You will follow my footsteps. Become a pioneer and pave the way for the future person who can completely end supernatural beings. His name is Yang Jian."

"When I passed through the time and space gate he established and met old friends from the past again, I felt a sense of unwillingness in my heart, not for myself, but for some people who couldn't see this scene."

"So, descendant, listen carefully, I will send you back decades ago, and you will have all my abilities. Please help me fulfill my long-cherished wish."

The old man spoke slowly, but the words he spoke from his seemingly cold body were particularly kind, as if an elder was caring for his child.

After he finished speaking, he smiled at Zhang Dong, his body began to become illusive, and soon turned into a wisp of smoke and disappeared.

The Grand Master's chair was empty again, leaving no trace at all.

After hearing this, Zhang Dong was stunned on the spot, and instantly understood what kind of world he had traveled into.

This is a mysteriously resurrected world, where evil ghosts appear frequently and invade from supernatural places into reality. Everywhere they go, life is in ruins and the world is like a prison.

No human means can cause harm to ghosts. They can only use the power of other ghosts to fight against evil ghosts. People who gain this power are called ghost masters.

As an old bookworm who mysteriously resurrected, he clearly remembers the three laws in the book: "Ghosts cannot be killed. The only ones who can deal with ghosts are ghosts who understand their laws."

"So, the person who just spoke to me was Zhang Dong in the original work?"

He was a little unbelievable that the top boss he wanted to be in YY every day actually chose him to help him fulfill his long-cherished wish.

This is a dream come true.

At this moment, his face showed unconcealable excitement, and the fear, surprise, and consternation just now were all gone.

At this moment, there was a creaking sound from the Grand Master's chair, and the table beside him also shook.Not only that, the seemingly indestructible grand palace also began to shake, as if it was about to collapse.

Zhang Dong's vision began to blur, and his eyelids closed uncontrollably.

He knew very well that everything was about to begin, and he would be sent back to the mysterious era decades ago to explore the longing story.

(End of this chapter)