The Mysterious Resurrection of the Past of the Republic of China

Chapter 84 Want to weigh me?

"The owner of the coffin shop?" Mr. Liu frowned, "What are you looking for him for?"

The owner of the paper shop also echoed: "The coffin shop is not like other shops that are passed down from generation to generation. It exists for a shorter time and appeared overnight. What's more, it has no boss and is always unattended. .”

"How can I sell it without anyone watching?" Li Qingzhi asked with a look on his face.

"The coffin pavilion that no one sees is interesting."

Zhang Bohua stroked his beard and narrowed his eyes slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

Mr. Liu continued: "You don't know, this coffin shop is the most unique in town. It is said that only the dead can see the owner of the store, and the living can only hear the owner's voice. Moreover, buying coffins is not as easy as imagined. Come on, the boss must think that you are going to die, or that you are already dead, so he will advise you to buy a coffin. Normally, he will ignore you when you go in."

Zhang Dong frowned deeply when he heard this: "Most of the ghost controllers are still alive, but if they are aliens, they are already dead in a spiritual sense, or the ghost controllers who abandoned their living bodies should also be counted, boss. To determine whether a customer is dead, these two points should be considered. As for the statement that dead people can see the boss, the credibility is probably not high."

Mr. Liu nodded: "To hit the nail on the head, that's what I mean."

"However, I still have a question." Zhang Dong continued, "Since the coffin shop has no boss, who made those coffins?"

The owner of the paper shop shook his head: "No one has ever seen a coffin being made in a coffin shop. At most, they heard the sound of sawing wood. A few brave people went in and took a look. There was nothing inside except a few coffins. They came out. , nothing happened, I have been living well."

"Has anyone in your town ever bought a coffin?" Zhang Bohua asked.

"Not many people buy them because they are too expensive, costing 36 yuan each. And there are only two kinds of coffins there, one is red and the other is black. Generally we only buy red, because according to the boss, the red one is The black ones are for people to sleep on, and the black ones are for ghosts. Red represents good luck. Generally, old people sleep in red coffins when they are in mourning, while black represents ominous coffins, which is unlucky."

"The black one should be used to imprison evil ghosts, right?" Li Qingzhi said.

"No, you are wrong." Boss Liu's expression changed and he rejected him, "Although the black coffin is for ghosts to sleep in, it has no suppression ability. Instead, it will breed the evil ghosts inside and make them more terrifying. So. We never buy black coffins.”

Fertility
Zhang Dong's eyes moved slightly, and he recalled that in the original work, Gui Cha slept in a black coffin and continued to breed until he emerged from the cocoon at some point.

It has become one with the coffin.

"I originally planned to buy some clothes from the shroud shop and a coffin before I die. Now that the clothes have been given to you, I don't plan to buy a coffin. Taiping Town is going to die anyway, so there is no need." The owner of the paper shop sighed and looked at Zhang Dong's worn-out Mao suit.

"So you got these clothes as a gift." Zhang Bohua's eyes lit up when he heard this. He glanced at Zhang Dong, then looked at the owner of the paper shop, and asked with a smile, "Can you give me another one?"

"No, I have been saving up for half my life to buy this one. If you want it, you can go to Chen Zhijiang. He is the owner of the shroud shop." The owner of the paper man shop shook his head with a helpless expression.

Everyone's mouth twitched.
"Okay, since this coffin shop is so mysterious and you don't know much information, let's go to the shop today and take a look. Maybe we can find some clues." Zhang Dong said after pondering for a while.

"No problem, let me, an old man like me, accompany you to have a look today. I'm also curious that the store's business is so miserable that it can still persist until now."

Mr. Liu took out a pipe from nowhere, put it in his mouth and smashed it.

"Now go outside and take a look. Everyone is downstairs. Go and recognize them." The owner of the paper shop said.

Zhang Dong nodded and left the room with everyone.

downstairs.

Dozens of people gathered on the small flat ground in front of the Taiping Inn.

There were mostly old people in the crowd, some middle-aged people, and the least number of young people.

Through their clothes and appearance, it can be roughly distinguished that these people come from different shops in Taiping Town.

At this moment, they gathered together in a bustling and lively manner, and some were even talking loudly. One woman even seemed to have an argument with others, making her face red in the face.

"He's coming, the next generation is coming!"

Someone shouted in the crowd, and everyone looked at the door of Taiping Inn and became quiet. Only the woman was still yelling curses.

At this time, Zhang Dong and others happened to come out.

After seeing Zhang Dong, the woman showed a bit of fear, immediately closed her mouth and retreated behind an old man.

Zhang Dong took a cursory glance and felt that a strong supernatural aura was continuously emanating from the crowd, and the supernatural phenomena on several people were more obvious, and they must be more terrifying.

Then, he focused his gaze on the woman who had just argued, and walked over.

The woman cowered behind the old man, only daring to reveal half of her head to peer into Zhang Dong.

"Chen Zhijiang, your tutor is too lax."

Zhang Dong came to the old man, stared at him with a gloomy expression and said.

"My little girl is uneducated. She is indeed lax in her discipline. Please forgive me." Chen Zhijiang raised his hands, bowed slightly, and apologized with a smile on his face, "Zhang Dong, we all know your name now. You It really didn’t disappoint me.”

"It's not a big deal."

Zhang Dong waved his hand to show that he didn't care.

"There are so many people here today, was it all organized by you?"

"No, yesterday you broke the dominance of one family in the ancestral hall. Everyone witnessed this with their own eyes, so they all came here specially to see you, a legend." Chen Zhijiang said politely.

"Too many people is not a good thing. None of them are serious people, and they have too much supernatural aura about them. What do the other ordinary residents living in the town think?" Zhang Dong glanced at him and said.

Although there are many supernatural-related shops in Taiping Town, there are still a large number of ordinary people living here.

At this moment, not far from Taiping Inn, there were many people stopping to watch what was happening here.

Some of the residents who just moved here may have moved away immediately after discovering something unusual in Taiping Town, while some were forced to stay here because they were unable to go elsewhere.

Some people even spontaneously want to contact ghosts and join the supernatural circle after seeing the miraculous manifestations of supernatural power.

So people who live in Taiping Town now know more or less something related to the supernatural.

This is not uncommon in this era of underdeveloped communication and transportation.

Chen Zhijiang said: "They are all ordinary people. They are not a serious problem and are dispensable to Taiping Town."

Zhang Dong frowned and said, "I don't want to hear what you are saying. What do you mean by dispensable? If they leave, Taiping Town will be completely deserted."

"That's actually not the case." Chen Zhijiang said with a smile, "The people here are all people who have dealt with ghosts all their lives. They no longer need to live like living people. Ordinary people can only take a detour when they meet us."

"You can't say that." Zhang Dong said in a serious tone, "Each of you came from ordinary people."

The conversation between the two seemed to arouse some people's dissatisfaction, and a middle-aged man shouted from the crowd. "What's wrong with ordinary people? They are our slaves. We have been oppressed all our lives. Now we finally have the capital to resist. Why do we still protect them? If you ask me, it is better to unite and kill all those who oppressed us in the past. Catch them and kill them.”

"That's right, we are all people who have experienced the torment of the evil ghost's resurgence. We have already suffered, and we can't live our lives in silence." A slightly older woman also said.

"That's right. If you ask me, whoever dares to take a step closer to here will have his eyes gouged out and fed to my pickle vat." The other woman's tone was more aggressive, and she looked at the ordinary people watching from a distance from time to time.

Zhang Dong narrowed his eyes slightly when he saw this.

Most of the residents in Taiping Town are mentally abnormal. Under the long-term erosion of evil spirits, they are increasingly becoming evil spirits.

However, the older generation in the crowd did not speak loudly, but stared at Zhang Dong with gloomy eyes, seeming to be considering and considering.

But even this caused Zhang Dong's dissatisfaction.

"What's the point of bullying ordinary people?" He said in a solemn tone, and looked at the crowd again, "If you have the ability, go and bully the ancestral hall. Everyone is just a loser. When the ancestral hall was there, you didn't dare to make a noise. Now the ancestral hall can't suppress it. I live with you, and you all come out to make your presence felt?"

As soon as this statement came out, everyone stopped talking.

But at the same time, everyone's eyes changed when they looked at Zhang Dong. The originally partial expression of awe turned into fear, scruple, and even hostility.

"Well said, you restless young people have been spoiled by old guys like us, which makes you arrogant. Someone should come out and teach you a lesson, so that you can open your eyes and learn to remember. "

Upon seeing this, Chen Zhijiang immediately agreed and his tone became sharp.

However, after he finished speaking, he looked at Zhang Dong with a strange look.

Zhang Dong's eyes became cold and he understood instantly.

It turns out that all these residents have evil intentions.
"I'm afraid these people today are not here to see me, the so-called legend, but to weigh me."

"Perhaps they discovered that there were no serious traces of supernatural confrontation in the ancestral hall, or they felt that I won too easily, so they suspected that He Qingxiang actually died by himself and did not lose at my hands, so they questioned my strength. "

"No matter which way it is, today's matter will never end easily."

"Okay, since Chen Zhijiang has said so, then I will let you open your eyes and see how I solve the ancestral hall that is sitting on your head." Zhang Dong said in a cold tone, straight to the point, "Who wants to weigh in? Mine, just come."

He knew very well that if he wanted to keep these people in peace, he had to defeat them.

Otherwise, when the ghost market opens in a few days, they will definitely come out to cause trouble.

"At least you're pretty smart, so we won't bother to explain. Yesterday we went to the ancestral hall and there was the last spiritualist left, a little boy with no hair. He Qingxiang wasn't there at all. His The soul-calling incense has also been used up, and he may have died a long time ago, so we think that you have not solved the problem of the ancestral hall at all, but just took advantage of it. A person like you who is unfaithful cannot lead us to denounce the supernatural society. "

The man who was the first to shout stopped being secretive when he saw this, and instead pointed at Zhang Dong and said sternly.

"Yes, I also arrested that stupid kid. The mistakes his grandfather made cannot be just forgotten. He must be repaid. Then I will chop him into pieces and make a paste, and seal it in my pickle jar. Here!" A woman's expression was extremely ferocious.

He Liansheng?
"You are vicious enough, you won't even spare a child." Zhang Dong said with a gloomy face, his eyes flashing with anger.

"Brother, don't bother you. I'll do it."

At this time, Li Qingzhi took a step forward and stood at the same level as Zhang Dong.

There was anger on his face, and he looked at the people in front of him with cold eyes. The tall-haired ghost figure behind him also stood up, and the thick shadow even dimmed the nearby light by one degree.

Obviously, the woman's arrest of He Liansheng had touched his bottom line.

"Interesting, let's put the coffin shop aside for now."

Zhang Bohua also leaned over, stroking his beard and said, the mouth that was sewn shut made a shrill sound, which looked particularly weird.

Chen Zhijiang's expression moved slightly, and he quietly stepped aside and stood with Mr. Liu and the others.

There was a tense and anxious atmosphere in the air, which even affected the surrounding space and distorted the light. It was not clear whose supernatural power was responsible.

The faces of everyone present were very serious, and they were ready as if they were soldiers approaching the city.

Some people gradually came out of the crowd and stood on Mr. Liu's side, but they were mostly people from the older generation. Perhaps they didn't want to get involved in this kind of struggle, so they wisely chose a new team.

One minute later, the flow adjustment was completed.

This means that everyone has chosen their own camp.

Zhang Dong and the other three faced most of the residents of Taiping Town.

The remaining neutral group stood on Master Liu's side.

"Have all those who should leave gone?" Zhang Dong said with an indifferent expression, "When you take action later, don't blame me if you hurt innocent people."

"Don't talk nonsense. It's not certain who will win. There are so many of us, and it won't be easy for you to take turns one by one. It's just that I made a promise in advance. When the time comes, you will be dead again, but don't blame no one for collecting your body!" The man snapped.

Zhang Dong's eyes moved slightly, but the corners of his mouth raised slightly, revealing a weird smile: "What's your name?"

"Li Yan"

Before he could finish speaking, Zhang Dong suddenly raised his hand and interrupted him: "Forget it, I don't need to remember the names of the dead. All of them can live today, but you must die."

He finally saw that this person was a heckler, the kind of person who bullies the weak and fears the strong.

Normally, he hates this kind of person the most and would kill him ten thousand times.

Immediately, Zhang Dong looked at everyone again: "Don't take turns one by one, come together."

"Young students, don't be too arrogant."

"Cut the nonsense, don't waste my time!"

Everyone looked at each other and immediately used the supernatural power in their bodies to pour towards Zhang Dong.

Suddenly, various supernatural phenomena emerged one after another.

Immediately, Li Qingzhi understood, raised his hatchet and slashed into the air in front of them.

This knife directly tore the sky in half, the light immediately dimmed, and everything fell into darkness.

(End of this chapter)