The Mysterious Resurrection of the Past of the Republic of China

Chapter 82 The Secret of the Spiritualist
The child turned sideways, exposing the upper half of his body, and his dark face showed a bit of curiosity and a bit of fear.

"There is something wrong with this young man. He looks less than ten years old. Could he be the next spiritualist?"

Zhang Bohua also noticed this child. It seemed very abnormal for such a small living person to exist in a strange place like the ancestral hall.

"He is the next spirit summoner." Zhang Dong frowned and motioned to Li Qingzhi to open the ghost realm, "Let's hide first. The kid won't dare to come out when he sees us."

Li Qingzhi didn't hesitate and immediately controlled the ghost realm to unfold.

A flash of black emerged, and the light in the ancestral hall dimmed by a degree, then returned to normal.

But everyone has disappeared.

They were hiding in the ghost realm of ghosts and were quietly observing the situation outside in a certain shadow.

At this time, the child seemed to see Zhang Dong and others leaving, and immediately followed He Qingxiang's guidance and jumped to the front of the ancestral hall.

He Qingxiang had a kind face and stroked the child's head with his hand made of white smoke. However, as soon as the two came into contact, his hand would fall apart and then gather again.

He cannot touch children directly.

"Grandpa, are you leaving?" The child raised his head, showing an innocent face, and looked at He Qingxiang with a look of reluctance.

He Qingxiang nodded slightly, and then his face became serious: "He Liansheng, the day I always told you has come, it is today. Grandpa is dying and has to go to a far away place. This room will be left to you. can you do it?"

He Liansheng nodded, but his somewhat immature cheeks showed full determination: "Don't worry, Grandpa, I remember what you always taught me. This ancestral hall is my life, and I will try my best to guard it."

The death of a loved one is sad, but in front of this child who is less than ten years old, it can't make any waves.

I don’t know if he was already prepared or if he was just strong-minded.

"Very good, Lian Sheng, I believe you are a child who can take on big responsibilities." He Qingxiang's face returned to kindness, "Now let me introduce you to a few elder brothers. When you encounter difficulties, you can ask them for help."

As he spoke, he raised his head and looked in the direction of Zhang Dong and others.

To be precise, he was looking at the shadow in a corner, which was the ghost realm of ghosts.

"You can be seen even if you are hiding in the ghost realm?" Li Qingzhi showed a bit of surprise, "The old man is not simple. He means to let us out. Should we go?"

"Go." Zhang Dong replied decisively.

Through this opportunity, we might be able to learn more about the stories about the spiritual caller and the ancestral hall, so of course I wanted to meet him.

As the ghost disappeared, the three people reappeared in the ancestral hall.

He Liansheng was startled and subconsciously hid behind He Qingxiang.

"Grandpa, who are they?"

"Don't be afraid, they are all grandpa's good friends and your good big brothers." He Qingxiang comforted him, and then came to Zhang Dong, his eyes suddenly turned cold.

He looked at Zhang Dong and said in a serious tone: "Young man, you almost destroyed the ancestral hall today. I should have killed you, but you saved He Liansheng, so I won't care about you anymore. Today is my Taiping Ancestral Hall." The day of rebirth is also the anniversary of my death, and it is also the day of He Liansheng's inheritance. Therefore, I would like to ask the three of you to serve as guides on his growth path and protect him."

"Why should I help you?" Zhang Dong's expression condensed and he said unwillingly.

He was already on the opposite side of the ancestral hall and had no reason to help He Qingxiang, let alone submit to him.

"I know the reason why you came to Taiping Ancestral Hall today, so I didn't interfere." He Qingxiang's eyes moved slightly and sighed, "I have admitted that you are right by letting things go. Taiping Town should indeed change its rules, residents We have been oppressed for decades, and it is time to resist. But the ancestral hall must exist, it is the key to maintaining Taiping Town."

After that, he looked at He Liansheng again.

It seems to be informing Zhang Dong of the importance of being a spirit summoner.

Zhang Dong stared at him, turned his head slightly, and then asked: "I can help you, but I need to ask a few questions."

He Qingxiang fell silent and said after a few seconds: "I can only answer you one question."

Zhang Dong's expression moved slightly, and his face became gloomy: "Why can the ancestral hall put pressure on all the residents, so that they dare not resist even if they lose their lives? I think it is impossible to do this simply relying on the spiritual position, you There must be other means in reserve.”

He Qingxiang remained silent when he heard this and just lowered his head.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Zhang Dong immediately asked a second question: "I heard that the ancestral hall existed longer than Taiping Town, so how many generations of spiritualists are there? Which generation are you in?"

He Qingxiang still did not respond.

This made Zhang Dong a little annoyed and his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Why does Taiping Town take orders from the Supernatural Society? What is the agreement between you?"

This time, He Qingxiang raised his head slightly, pondered for a while and then said: "We are not following the orders of the Supernatural Society, and there is no agreement between Taiping Town and the Supernatural Society. Instead, I have an agreement with the president of the Supernatural Society."

"But the residents here once said that when Taiping Town was in difficulty, supernatural beings still came to help, so that we could be where we are today. That's why we have these rules." Zhang Dong said hurriedly.

"Indeed. However, most people only saw the surface of that crisis and did not see the hidden crisis in Taiping Town."

"The other side?" Zhang Dong raised his eyebrows, "Could it be related to the Ghost Collection?"

"It's the Ghost Collection. And this also involves the real secret of the Ghost Collection. This secret is only known to me and the president of the Supernatural Society." He Qingxiang said.

"Then what are you talking about!"

At this time, Li Qingzhi became impatient and said sternly.

"Don't be impatient, you can't rush this matter." He Qingxiang glanced at him, then found a bench to sit down on, his looming figure leaning against the chair precariously, as if he was spreading apart.Zhang Dong frowned and looked at the half-burned soul-calling incense in the incense burner on the table.

"time is limited."

After He Qingxiang sat down, he breathed a long sigh of relief and said slowly: "The Ghost Collection is run by a man named Huang Quan. He is decades older than me. When I first became a spiritualist, he was already the top of that era. However, he was dissatisfied with his desires and kept looking for puzzle pieces to enhance his strength. I worked under him before and accidentally discovered that he was brewing a plan. If this plan succeeds, he will become The strongest being in the world. But I saw at a glance that he would not succeed, and then it turned out to be true. He failed when he executed the plan, and almost a hundred puzzle pieces were lost, attracting the pursuit of many forces. He died miserably.”

"People cut his body into pieces and spliced ​​them together on their own bodies, so Huang Quan found another way to live. He was stored in other people's bodies in the form of a puzzle."

Hearing this, Zhang Dong interrupted him.

"You have said so much about the owner of the Ghost Collection, but what does he have to do with the Supernatural Society and Taiping Town?"

"Don't be anxious, junior, this matter cannot be rushed." He Qingxiang waved his hand and glanced at He Liansheng who was squatting aside, who was listening carefully with an obedient look on his face.

"After Huang Quan's death, his puzzle pieces were scattered all over the place and were controlled by hundreds of ghost masters. But his consciousness did not die. Instead, it was stored in other people's bodies and he gained hundreds of clones. He influenced these masters from the subconscious Ghost people, let them understand the existence of the Ghost Collection, and come here from all over the world, come to Taiping Town, and enter the Ghost Collection."

"In order to reassemble the puzzle pieces and regain strength?" Zhang Bohua stroked his beard and said thoughtfully.

"Half right." He Qingxiang said, "After death, Huang Quan found that the puzzle method was not enough to make him immortal, so he found a new method from hundreds of ghost controllers controlling ghosts, but he quickly I discovered the disadvantages of this method, because once you take this path, although you can live forever, you will never see the light of day for the rest of your life."

"So he gave up this method again?" Zhang Bohua asked.

"Yes, this is not in line with his character. He is not the kind of person who dedicates himself, so he decisively gave up this method. However, this method was learned by the president of the Supernatural Society and I. After discussing it, we decided to let him Go this way."

"Wouldn't this help him regain his strength?"

"This is exactly what we want to do, let him return to his heyday along this road, and then imprison him in a supernatural place." He Qingxiang said solemnly, "If everything goes well, with his The strength can guarantee peace in the world for 70 years.”

"What's that solution?"

"Let him return to his prime according to the puzzle method, then take away his body and imprison the remaining parts in a supernatural place called Yin Yang Road. There, he can use all his abilities, but There is no way to escape. Because his body was suppressed by the outside world, and the person who suppressed it was the president of the Supernatural Society."

As soon as these words came out, Zhang Dong's heart suddenly tightened.

"Yin Yang Road?"

That third room made of gold in the ancient Dachang Civilian residence in the original work?
It leads to some unknown place, perhaps the underworld, perhaps the gathering place of all supernatural places.

But it is certain that ghosts come from that kind of place.

"So you plan to imprison this man named Huang Quan on Yin Yang Road, and then let him suppress the evil ghosts there who have invaded reality?" Zhang Dong frowned deeply and asked immediately.

"exactly."

"Then why is it 70 years?" Li Qingzhi also frowned and asked, "You said that if the man named Huang Quan succeeds, he can live forever, but why can he only live for 70 years?"

"Because the president of the Supernatural Society can live up to 70 years, and if everything goes well, if an accident happens, he may even die tomorrow, and there will be no way to imprison Huang Quan's body in reality, so he will escape. ." He Qingxiang said with a heavy tone.

"I see."

He Qingxiang looked at everyone and continued: "The crisis you mentioned in Taiping Town was caused by Huang Quan. He was hiding in the ghost collection in Taiping Town, secretly collecting his own puzzle pieces, and discovering this new method of immortality. The feasibility of it has caused turmoil in Taiping Town."

"This turmoil attracted the Supernatural Society. It was the first time the president came to Taiping Town. We worked together to suppress Huang Quan and discovered this method. After some discussion, we decided to use the entire Taiping Town to imprison him and wait for the opportunity. If it's appropriate, send him to Yin Yang Road to implement this plan."

"As for the group of foreigners during this period, we didn't take it seriously at all. We kept them in Taiping Town to do evil, just because we didn't want foreign forces to cause trouble at the critical moment. Anyway, once this plan succeeds, the entire Taiping Town will cease to exist. , became a funerary object where Huang Quan’s corpse was imprisoned. Then, by then, it won’t matter whether Taiping Town is inhabited by our residents or that group of foreigners.”

Li Qingzhi's expression condensed, and he raised his hatchet slightly: "Are you so cruel? Are you going to let the entire Taiping Town be buried with you for that plan?"

He Qingxiang's face suddenly turned cold: "So the existence of the Soul Recruiter is necessary. Only he can rebuild Taiping Town. If he doesn't die, everything will still be possible to come back."

At this time, his figure suddenly blurred, and the condensed white smoke seemed unable to gather and began to spread spontaneously into the air.The aroma in the air became stronger.

"The soul-calling incense is almost gone, it's time to end." He Qingxiang turned his head slightly and glanced at the incense burner, then raised his head and scanned the small ancestral hall, and finally stopped at He Liansheng, "After I leave, I hope you will take more care of Liansheng. He is the hope of Taiping Town."

"Grandpa, please don't leave." He Liansheng's eyes were filled with tears at this moment, and his strong look had long disappeared.

"You must listen to big brother, keep my teachings in mind, and rebuild Taiping Town." He Qingxiang patted his head, and at the moment of contact, his hand turned into a ball of white smoke again.

Only this time, the white smoke could not condense and seemed to have lost its support.

"Don't worry, I will do it." Zhang Dong took a step forward, said in a heavy tone, and reached out to pull He Liansheng back.

He Qingxiang looked at everyone with a kind face, especially his eyes stayed on He Liansheng for a few seconds.

Then the moment the soul-calling incense went out, he completely disappeared.

On the chair where he was originally sitting, a strange eyeball appeared at some point. This eyeball was extremely white and lined with bloodshot streaks.

What's even more creepy is that it keeps turning restlessly.

Obviously, it is the secret of the spiritualist, and a terrifying ghost is imprisoned in it.

He Liansheng did not show fear after seeing the eyeball. Instead, he wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes with the corner of his clothes, then ran over and held the eyeball tightly in his hand, just like holding the hand of a deceased relative. Like hands.

He took out a not-so-sharp knife from his pocket, reached for his eyes without hesitation, and dug out his eyeballs in full view of everyone.

Blood spurted out suddenly, and his body couldn't stop shaking in pain, but he didn't make a sound, but quickly stuffed the eyeball that contained the soul-calling ghost.

At this moment, a new spiritualist was born.

(End of this chapter)