The Mysterious Resurrection of the Past of the Republic of China

Chapter 165
Zhou Sheng'an's appearance rescued Luo Qian in time, and the two of them jointly successfully killed the executioner, but before they could leave, a strange piano sound sounded, which meant that the musicians from the God-killing Cult had arrived to support them.

The sound of the piano was hollow and resentful, and the syllables were full of weirdness, which seemed to affect the crucified executioner. His body suddenly disappeared, and then stood up in an incomprehensible way. The big knife in his hand appeared again, directly cutting off Zhou Shengan. head.

Luo Qian's expression changed drastically when he saw this, and he immediately dragged Zhou Sheng'an's body away, then picked up the coffin nail that fell on the ground, and nailed the resurrected executioner again.

But after the executioner's figure fell, the coffin nails fell off again due to the strange sound of the piano. The suppressing power disappeared and he stood up again.

As long as the sound of the piano does not stop, he can be reborn infinitely in the world of consciousness and cannot be completely pinned.

Obviously, the sound of the piano caused some kind of mutation in the world of consciousness, and the barrier between reality and consciousness was broken. Since the executioner in reality was not nailed to death, he in consciousness was no longer afraid of the nails in the coffin.

but.

Luo Qian noticed that the dim sky was now revealing a hint of darkness, the atmosphere of the cemetery was spreading in, and old tombs were emerging in the looming mist.

The appearance of Lejia gave the cemetery an opportunity to invade.

Without hesitation, Luo Qian immediately seized the opportunity and returned to the cemetery with Zhou Sheng'an's body.

The familiar aura of grave soil enveloped the surroundings again, Luo Qian's closed eyes slightly loosened, and he opened his terrifying eyes.

In the field of vision, Zhou Sheng'an stood quietly on the spot, with a huge black coffin behind him supporting his body from falling, but in fact his life was like a candle in the wind.

If you die in consciousness, you will die in reality.

Even Meng Xiaodong's scapegoat seems unable to replace this kind of conscious death.

But the existence of the black coffin allowed Zhou Sheng'an to survive for a while.

"Luo Qian. I can feel my consciousness disappearing." Zhou Sheng'an opened his eyes, his pupils were bloodshot, and his face became extremely pale, like a corpse that had been dead for a long time.

His voice was haggard, hoarse, and weak.

"Hold on, I'll save your life, and let Zhang Bohua heal you when we return to Taiping Town." Luo Qian strode forward, reaching out his arm covered in grave soil to grab Zhou Sheng'an's shoulder.

But Zhou Sheng'an was conscious at the moment and could not be touched at all. Luo Qian's hand went straight through his body and touched the coffin behind him.

Luo Qian's eyes moved slightly and he could only watch Zhou Sheng'an weakly sit down slowly and lean on an old tomb.

"I can't survive. I used to rely on consciousness to live, but now that consciousness is dead, your grave soil can't sustain my life."

Zhou Sheng'an coughed twice, as if he had looked away, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"I have been sleeping for so many years. In fact, I can't sleep well at all. Now I can finally sleep peacefully. I just hope that one day in the future, when Taiping Town is prosperous, the soul summoner can summon my soul and let me see it. It’s the result of the hard work I put in.”

Luo Qian knelt down with a frown and said hurriedly: "I will contact my elder brother now. He can use the restart to save you."

After saying that, he immediately took out the bronze mirror and contacted Zhang Dong.

"It's useless. The power of restarting is too weak to overcome the obstruction of the cemetery. What's more, it was my consciousness that died. Restarting cannot affect the world in my consciousness." Zhou Sheng'an waved his hand and said.

"When I die, you can take my coffin and see what effect it can have."

"I think Zhang Dong has already had an idea for this coffin. I hope he can succeed."

After saying this, Zhou Sheng'an's illusory body suddenly collapsed like an unsupportable blue smoke.

The moment before he disappeared, he still had a happy smile on his face.

immediately.

Luo Qian noticed that Zhou Sheng'an was missing from the photo on the black coffin, which meant that his consciousness disappeared into this endless cemetery like a lonely ghost.

"what happened?"

At this time, Zhang Dong in the bronze mirror suddenly asked. He saw that Luo Qian's expression was not right, and he felt faintly uneasy.

"Zhou Sheng'an is dead." Luo Qian said in a low tone, "We killed the little girl and the executioner, but the Le family came with support. He should not be the only one. I also felt the presence of the priest in the cemetery."

Zhang Dong's eyes narrowed upon hearing this: "I'll be there soon."

now.

Zhang Dong and Meng Xiaodong arrived in a city in the north. The silence here was terrifying, as if everyone was dead. The streets were deserted and there was not a single living person in sight.

They must have been slaughtered by the God-killing Cult. "The other party is trying to trick the tiger away from the mountain and trick us here. In fact, the people of the God-killing Cult are not here at all." Zhang Dong said seriously, and immediately took out the bronze mirror and contacted Zhang Bohua.

soon.

Zhang Bohua's figure appeared in the bronze mirror. He was sitting in the driver's seat of the bus and had just delivered a group of ghost masters from Taiping Town.

"Brother, what's wrong?"

Zhang Dong said: "Send me to Luo Qian's cemetery. The Le family and the priest will appear there."

Since dirt roads cannot break the barrier between reality and supernatural places, buses are also needed.

Luo Qian might have already started fighting with the opponent at this moment and had no time to care about this.

"I'll be here right away." Zhang Bohua's tone became serious and he turned the steering wheel. "The God-killing Cult has mobilized the priests and Le Jia. It seems that they are bound to kill Luo Qian."

In his own camp, apart from Zhang Dong, Luo Qian has the highest strength and the greatest threat, so he has naturally become a thorn in the side of the God-killing Cult.

"The opponents are two people at the top level of the Seven Elders. Luo Qian is in danger." Meng Xiaodong showed a worried look.

Even though Luo Qian had two scapegoats, they were not counted at all in a confrontation of this level.

Zhang Dong said with cold eyes: "It doesn't matter. He should be able to withstand it for a while. He still has a coffin nail in his hand. I will be there soon."

Meng Xiaodong nodded, then his eyebrows became serious and he looked forward again: "Wait a minute, someone is invading."

Zhang Dong's expression moved slightly, and he noticed that an old radio had appeared on the ground about ten meters in front of him.

The radio was very old, with a few exposed wires sizzling, and a constant noise coming from the incomplete shell. If you listened carefully, you could tell that the noise was mixed with a resentful whisper.

"Hahaha you have fallen into a trap. The boss will kill you all."

As the sound appeared, an illusory black shadow spread from the radio and quickly spread out to the surroundings.

It's just that Zhang Dong and the other two couldn't see this black shadow.

Meng Xiaodong said: "He is a curser. He will spread a curse. I don't know the specific impact, but the level is very high and very dangerous."

Zhang Dong strode forward and raised his hand to erase the radio.

No matter what he is, just kill him.

Meng Xiaodong stopped him: "It's useless. If you want to kill the curser, you need to find the source, but no one knows where his source is. Just killing this radio will not work."

"Leave him to me, I can counter the invasion and find its source."

Zhang Dong raised his eyebrows and said worriedly: "Can you do it?"

"Don't worry, it's not the first time we've killed him." Meng Xiaodong said firmly, "What's more, it's not just me, but us."

While he was talking, a dozen more Meng Xiaodong appeared in the surrounding open space at some point. They looked exactly the same, and there was a murderous look in their eyes.

"I still have a lot of friends."

Many Meng Xiaodong said in unison, and the sounds seemed to have countless accents when added together.

Immediately.

All the figures of Meng Xiaodong became illusory, turning into a looming smoke drifting towards the old radio, and her voice came from the air:
"Don't worry, go do other things, I'll take care of this guy."

soon.

They all used the medium of radio to counter-invade to the location of the cursed person.

At this time.

Two pale yellow lights lit up in the air, and an old bus suddenly drove out and stopped in the middle of the road.

Zhang Bohua sat in the driver's seat, pressed the horn and said solemnly: "Brother, get in the car quickly."

Without hesitation, Zhang Dong immediately boarded the bus, and then disappeared into the ghost realm with the roar of the engine.

(End of this chapter)