Chapter 101: The resurrected old man, a strange city

Chapter 101: The resurrected old man, a strange city

Chapter 101: The resurrected old man, a strange city
Faced with the old man Shenli's method of continuously increasing the frequency of attacks, it was obvious that he could not pose any threat to Zhang Hao.

Now the entire island country is a resource library for Zhang Hao and the Ghost Bride. As long as they want, they can continuously produce derivative ghost paintings and photos in this country.

Although the attack intensity of these derived ghost paintings and photos is not as strong as that of Zhang Hao and the ghost bride, with the synchronization of the yellow mud road chessboard, this is not a big flaw.

And these derived evil spirits also inherited the ability of alternative restart. Soon, old man Shenli seemed to be unable to hold on.

That sword seemed to have certain limitations. Every time you drew it out, you had to slowly retract it, and it seemed that you could only kill one ghost at a time, and it could only achieve a one plus one plus one stack.

This resulted in old man Shenli's speed in superimposing his attack frequency being completely incomparable to Zhang Hao's ability to continuously release ghost paintings.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

When he drew his sword for the hundredth time, old man Kamisato seemed to be unable to hold on any longer and let out a stiff cough.

"Master, are you okay?"

Yagi retreated to the side of old man Kamisato, looking worried.

Old man Kamisato's life span is too short, and now he is constantly accumulating supernatural powers while fighting against the Red and White Devils, which causes his body to be unable to hold on any longer.

"I can't do it anymore, please leave now."

"The horror of this ghost is beyond my imagination." Old man Shenli said hoarsely.

"What a pity! If I were ten years younger, I might be able to fight him, but now..."

Hearing this, Yamu's face showed helplessness and sadness.

Old man Kamisato has been able to live from the early imperial era to the present, his true strength is more than that.

But unfortunately, his life span limits the upper limit of his supernatural powers, and many of his methods cannot be used.

"Take this knife with you. I'll try to use my remaining energy to restrain him for a while."

Old man Kamisato shook his head and handed the sword in his hand to Yagi. Yagi's body was quickly covered by darkness and disappeared on the spot.

"Eh."

Old man Shenli slowly opened his cloudy and numb eyes. At this moment, there was no trace of life in his eyes, which meant that the old man in front of him could die at any time.

He looked at the chessboard formed by the yellow mud road, sighed, and then disappeared on the spot. The evil spirits that he dismembered also stopped moving at this moment.

Yellow mud roads began to grow continuously, almost covering the entire island. New yellow mud roads appeared, dividing the entire island into areas like a chessboard.

"Dead? Or has the evil spirit revived?"

Zhang Hao realized that the evil spirits controlled by old man Shenli had lost the means of resistance, so he raised his head and looked around.

However, he did not find anything useful. Those dismembered and broken evil spirits had almost lost their ability to move, and there was no need for him to suppress them deliberately.

However, the trouble did not go away with the disappearance of old man Shenli. The yellow mud road still covered Zhang Hao's den, making it impossible for him to enter other cities easily.

"What a troublesome old man! Do you want to trap me in this way?"

Zhang Hao observed the condition of the yellow mud road.

These yellow mud roads seemed not to exist in reality, but only appeared in his ghost den. But even if Zhang Hao took back the ghost den, he still could not leave this area.

In this case, if he wanted to attack people in other places, it would take a long time to arrive.

This yellow mud road affects the ability of the ghosts to move freely, but it does not affect people's activities in the real world.

After all, ordinary people don’t have ghost dens, and most ghost riders don’t have ghost dens either. The way they move is by driving or walking.

"Forget it. There's no need to stay in this country."

After looking at the situation in the island country, he quickly gave up the idea of ​​breaking through the mud road and looking for old man Shenli.

That guy might have resurrected as a ghost and buried himself somewhere hard to find, or even some scary haunted place.

Zhang Hao came to the island country just to find that wardrobe. Although the wardrobe is not what he wanted now, it has completed the closet.

It took a whole day to collect the evil spirits on the yellow mud road into the ghost paintings. Then Zhang Hao summoned the ghost coffin and paper sedan chair to leave the place.

Fortunately, although the ghost cave could not be used, there was still the magical blessing of the bride's embroidered shoes, and the paper sedan chair and the ghost coffin were moving forward quite fast on the yellow mud road.

On an island country, outside a temple that looked abandoned for a long time, Yamu was holding a long sword and watching the haze that was falling from the sky disappear, with an excited expression on his face.

"Master, you succeeded. The ghost no longer affects reality."

"You are a hero of our country. You have preserved the flame of our nation for us."

Having said that, Yamu looked into the depths of the temple, gritted his teeth, and walked in.

His strength was still too weak. He became a ghost rider in the late imperial era. After the curtain of the supernatural era came down and he was no longer threatened by the resurrected evil spirits, he no longer had the idea of ​​becoming stronger.

Now, he might have to find a way to become stronger again, otherwise this country will not be able to survive.

On the other hand, President Mishima also received news that the haze in the sky across the country had disappeared.

"Kamisato-senpai and Yagi-senpai, did they succeed?"

Mishima walked out of the safe house and looked at the sunlight that had become warm and soft again, with excitement and joy on his face.

"Yes, it succeeded." Fujiwara looked at the sunshine in the sky and smiled rarely.

After becoming ghost riders, they often stayed in various dark places. This was the first time he was so excited when he saw the sunlight.

Before, the whole city was shrouded in ghosts, and even the occasional sunlight turned black and white, without any warmth.

"What a pity, it seems that Nagasawa and the others are all missing."

At this time, Mishima thought of the previous few people. Now none of them sent back any news, and an ugly expression appeared on his face.

"President Mishima, please stop thinking about these issues and start the cleanup now."

"Searching for survivors and cleaning up the remaining supernatural events requires your Supernatural Society to take the lead in all of this."

The emperor of the island nation looked at the city in the distance, without even a hint of joy in his eyes: "We have to count how many people are still alive now."

"And now the whole country, whether it's plants or buildings, has turned black and white. Even our electronic devices and various raw materials have lost their colors."

"In this case, can these things still be used?"

The words of the island emperor awakened Mishima who was immersed in joy.

Yes, people need to eat, but now most things have lost their color and seem to be tainted with supernatural powers. Can they still be eaten?

Thinking of this, Mishima walked under a mulberry tree. The originally green mulberry leaves turned gray at this time.

He stretched out his hand and grabbed a mulberry leaf. The moment the leaf touched his hand, it slowly fell off like a piece of burnt paper ash.

Then Mishima grabbed the grass under the mulberry tree, but the grass was in the same condition as the mulberry leaves. After being grabbed, it fell off like ashes after burning.

"what happened?"

The emperor walked forward, but instead of grabbing the grass on the ground, he reached out to grab the mulberry tree.

Fortunately, the mulberry tree did not turn into ashes and fall off like those leaves.

"These plants seem to have lost their vitality." Fujiwara frowned and walked forward.

He walked to a bush and stretched out his hands to grab two branches. However, strangely, one of them fell off like burnt paper ash, but the other one was normal.

"Strange, they are all the same plant, why do they appear to be different?"

As a ghost rider, Fujiwara was very sensitive and noticed something was wrong.

This was the evil spirit's instinctive perception of supernatural things. He quickly walked to the decorative tree on the roadside.

He reached out and grabbed the tree, and although it turned gray, it was not completely damaged.

Then he grabbed another tree that he didn't feel anything unusual about. The moment he touched the tree, it turned into ashes and completely lost its vitality, just like the mulberry leaves before.

"Maybe it's a memory?"

A man who looked more gentle walked over.

"Kawazawa, do you have any idea?" Mishima's eyes lit up and he asked immediately.

"It's not really a clue, just a guess."

"I remember this tree. Every time I walked past it, I always liked to pick a leaf from it."

Heze walked to the tree that was caught by Fujiwara but did not turn into ashes.

"I don't know if you still remember that there were many black and white portraits of strangers in the city?"

"Yes, after investigation, these people were most likely ordinary people who were killed, but for some unknown reason, everyone has forgotten their names." Mishima nodded.

"Even the information about them in the files has disappeared." He Ze heard this and said in a serious tone: "I suspect that this ghost has some kind of rules related to memory."

"Do you still remember what the leaves and trees that just turned into ashes looked like and what shape they were in?"

Upon hearing this, several people looked reminiscent and quickly shook their heads.

However, they soon found that they could not remember what kind of trees and grass leaves they had destroyed. They only remembered that they were trees and leaves.

"If that's the case, then my guess is correct. Things that no one remembers, after turning into black and white, may become the same as what we just saw."

"There is an old Chinese saying, 'Dust to dust, ashes to ashes.'"

"It means that there is no need to linger on what has passed away."

"The Red and White Devils first appeared in China. Perhaps their rules are related to this sentence."

No one who can get to this point is really stupid.

After hearing what He Ze said, everyone reacted quickly.

"There is no need to be nostalgic about what has passed away. In other words, things that no one is nostalgic about should pass away?" Mishima said with a serious face.

"These trees have long been dead. The reason they haven't disappeared is that they are just a reminder. Once you really want to touch them, you will find that they are fake and no longer exist."

"Maybe, this is just my guess." He Ze waved his hand. He didn't want to take the blame if the pattern was wrong later.

"Okay, then we'll have someone do an experiment next. If that's the case, it'll be troublesome."

The island nation is an industrially developed country, and various manufacturing industries have already produced assembly lines.

However, no one can remember every single item on the assembly line, after all, you see these things countless times every day.

If this is really the law, I am afraid that most things in this country will be reduced to ashes.

"I hope this only applies to living plants, not dead things."

Mishima prayed silently in his heart and quickly left the place.

Seeing this, the others also left.

At the same time, news about the island country also spread.

"What? The entire island nation has been destroyed? Less than 10 percent of the people survived?"

In Dajing City, at the headquarters, Cao Yanhua listened to the investigators' report with a look of astonishment on his face.

Isn't this too tragic? Dachang City didn't suffer such a huge loss ratio at the beginning.

You know, it only took a few days for the Red and White Devils to arrive at the island country and leave.

"That's true, but it is said that the island nation has discovered a new pattern of the Red and White Devils and is requesting various food resource assistance."

The investigator asked Cao Yanhua: "Should we provide material support?"

"What is the new rule?" Cao Yanhua asked after pondering for a moment.

Supernatural incidents are becoming more and more serious now, and no one knows when they will completely break out.

Now food is the second most important resource after gold. Cao Yanhua does not want to provide assistance to the other party unless it is necessary.

"It is said that this is a city affected by the Red and White Devils. Plants have lost their color and turned to ashes when touched by people." The staff replied.

"Hmm? This situation hasn't happened in Dadong City, has it?" Cao Yanhua frowned.

"Perhaps some unknown changes have occurred to the Red and White Devils." Wang Xiaoming walked over at this time.

"We can provide some food assistance, but the condition is that they hand over the new rules of the Red and White Devils to us."

"Professor Wang!" Cao Yanhua was anxious.

"At that time, China disclosed most of the information about the Red and White Devils for free, except for the fact that the Red and White Devils had intelligence."

"I know you feel unbalanced." Wang Xiaoming looked at Cao Yanhua with understanding.

“But you should think about why the island nation would reveal half of the news under such circumstances and need material assistance for the other half.”

"Are you saying that the food in the island country is basically destroyed now?" Cao Yanhua reacted quickly.

"They are now in a desperate situation. If no one is willing to provide them with food, then they would rather die with this information?"

"Not bad." Wang Xiaoming nodded.

"Well, we can't fight with this desperate guy." Cao Yanhua nodded helplessly.

While cleaning up the mess on the island country, Zhang Hao, who was walking along the yellow mud road, had unknowingly reached the end of one of the yellow mud roads.

At the end of this yellow mud road is a strange city.

There was no light in the city, and the sky was dim. Even Zhang Hao could only barely see the general situation in the city.

This city does not look like an island country. Instead, it looks like a city made up of buildings from various countries.

At the entrance of the city, Zhang Hao saw streets similar to those in China, but soon he saw several island-style houses.

Walking a little further, he could see some European and American style buildings.

"An unknown haunted place?" Zhang Hao stood up and put away the sedan chair and the ghost coffin.

In this unknown and mysterious place, the more people there are, the more likely problems are to arise.

Evil ghosts will also attack each other. You never know when an evil ghost will target the ghosts around Zhang Hao.

"Hey, guys in front, are you guys dying?"

Just after Zhang Hao led the ghost bride forward for a distance, in a dark alley, a person wrapped tightly in black cloth shouted at Zhang Hao.

"Huh? A living person?" Zhang Hao looked at the other person in confusion.

The man ignored Zhang Hao's question and said in an anxious tone:
"It's the middle of the night, and you're walking around outside. Aren't you afraid of violating taboos? Come with me."

The man waved to Zhang Hao and walked quickly towards the dark alley.

Hearing this, Zhang Hao was a little confused: "Taboo? Is this the killing pattern of a certain ghost in this city?"

Zhang Hao guessed that this might be similar to the urban legend he left behind on the island country.

The people of this city call the killing pattern of a certain ghost taboo, but it's quite appropriate.

If you break a taboo, you will be targeted by ghosts. This is a more retro name.

Thinking in his heart, Zhang Hao led the ghost bride towards the dark alley.

This city is very strange, even Zhang Hao feels a sense of oppression, so he needs some information now.

Since that person thinks of himself as a living person, I might as well follow him for a while to get some information.

As soon as he stepped into the path, a fishy smell of mud wafted into Zhang Hao's nose.

Zhang Hao observed the situation in the alley. The alley was very narrow, and even couldn't accommodate Zhang Hao and the bride to walk side by side. Zhang Hao could only let the bride walk in front and he followed behind.

What’s more, this narrow alley is surprisingly long, which is very strange.

There's no need to make it so long in such a narrow space.

"Hurry up, this place is not safe."

The person in front seemed to be standing there waiting for a while. After hearing the footsteps of Zhang Hao and the ghost bride, he urged to move forward.

Hearing this, Zhang Hao quickened his pace.

Strangely enough, the darkness in this alley seemed to have some strange spiritual power. Zhang Hao was unable to see through the darkness here and could only see a long passage.

Although Zhang Hao does not have any supernatural powers such as ghost eyes, the ghost den he controls is dark itself, and the darkness should not have any effect on his vision.

Even in some dark dens, Zhang Hao could see clearly what was going on inside.

In this alley, you can't see what's going on deeper into the alley.

"Is it because of this city? Or is there something mysterious about this alley?"

Zhang Hao attributed all this to the fact that this city was a mysterious place.

"This way!"

The black-robed man leading the way in front kept making sounds to remind people of the direction. In this dark alley, Zhang Hao could not see the other person's figure and could only judge his approximate location based on the sound.

(End of this chapter)