Chapter 147 The Completely Forgotten Soul
Chapter 147 The Completely Forgotten Soul
Faced with the attack launched by six captains, Zhang Hao was not suppressed.
Instead, the black and white ghosts began to invade the captains' attacks in an incomprehensible and strange way.
Li Leping, who had direct contact with Zhang Hao, had his consciousness invaded at this moment.
An incomprehensible memory emerged from the depths of Li Leping's heart and began to replace his existing memories.
"Is he the necromancer from Taiping Ancient Town?"
At this time, an old voice sounded, and as the soul-calling incense was lit, an old man who had passed away long ago returned as a ghost.
"Yes, senior. I am the fourth generation of necromancer in Taiping Ancient Town."
"My friend is being attacked by a ghost right now. Please help me, senior."
He Yiner spoke, and although she didn't know the identity of the old man in front of her, her words were very respectful.
"Is that the thing? It's really a scary creature. How did you get involved with such a ghost?"
When the old man heard what He Yiner said, he looked towards the place where a supernatural confrontation was taking place not far away.
Obviously, even the old man was afraid of the black and white evil spirit that was invading everything around it.
"If I were alive, I might be able to fight this ghost, but now it's difficult for me to completely defeat it."
But despite what he said, the old man still took action when he saw the ghost.
They left these relics behind to help future generations. Now faced with such a group of young people and such a ghost, it is impossible for him to let these young people die here.
"Stop it!"
As the old man spoke, an old, yellowed newspaper fell from the sky.
The newspaper passed through the black and white ghost den and fell towards Zhang Hao, covering Zhang Hao's face.
There seemed to be some extremely terrifying supernatural power in this newspaper, the moment Zhang Hao's face covered by the veil was covered.
Everything around, including the will-o'-the-wisp fire that was covered by black and white ghosts, has returned to normal.
"You are not Zhang Hao, you are just yourself, Li Leping!"
Then, the second words fell, and another piece of newspaper fell, covering Li Leping, who was pale and half of his body was covered with mourning clothes.
After being covered by newspapers, the mourning clothes on Li Leping began to disappear.
Li Leping's originally slightly crazy face also regained some calmness at this moment.
"Thank you, senior."
Li Leping nodded to the old man, then turned into a shadow and slowly disappeared from the spot.
Although the supernatural effect of the newspaper was very strong and special, Li Leping was invaded too deeply and it was not easy to get rid of it.
So Li Leping chose to restart actively, forgetting what had just happened, and forgetting the memory that did not belong to him.
"Senior, there is another one over there, can you help Yang Jian?"
When He Yiner saw that Li Leping had regained his senses, she hurriedly pointed at Yang Jian not far away and shouted to the old man.
Hearing this, the old man looked at Yang Jian, whose body was completely covered with mourning clothes and who had almost turned into a mourning ghost.
Perhaps he discovered something, for when the old man looked at Yang Jian, there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.
"I didn't expect you to get that newspaper."
"In that case, I will borrow your body for a while."
There was a hint of nostalgia or memories of the past in the old man's words.
"Senior?" He Yin'er was stunned when she heard this.
"Don't worry, I won't do anything bad to him." The old man may have noticed He Yiner's worry and spoke softly.
"It's just that his body has long been corroded and is no longer recognizable as a human. Even I can't completely clear it up for him in a short period of time."
"I will borrow his body for a while. When I leave, the corrosion will naturally be cleared for him."
As the old man finished speaking, a red shadow suddenly appeared on Yang Jian's face. It was a newspaper hidden behind Yang Jian's face.
The newspaper gradually solidified from a shadow and soon appeared completely.
The next moment, Yang Jian, whose face was full of sadness, opened his eyes, but the vicissitudes of life in his eyes indicated that the person in front of him might not be Yang Jian.
"Don't worry, I won't do anything to you or your master. Just help your master get rid of the supernatural influence. I will help him recover."
After opening his eyes, Yang Jian seemed to have realized something. He spoke to the front, as if he was talking to something invisible.
"Old Ghost Wu, I didn't expect you to come to this era. I thought everything about you must have completely disappeared in that era."
At this time, a female voice was heard.
"Zhang Youhong? I didn't expect that you would choose this way to live to this era. It is very consistent with your fear of death." The old man glanced at Sister Hong coldly.
"Are you afraid of death? At least I can protect the younger generations, right? Unlike you who left a crappy newspaper to bring disaster to the world." Sister Hong retorted unyieldingly.
The soul that was summoned, called Wu Laogui, seemed to be at odds with Zhang Youhong. As soon as they met, they started to quarrel with each other.
"You two, stop arguing for now. We still have enemies here." Seeing this, He Yiner hurriedly tried to smooth things over.
"You have long hair but little knowledge. I won't bother with you." Old Ghost Wu snorted coldly and turned his head to look in Zhang Hao's direction with caution in his eyes.
"That's better than you, and I call you Sister Hong now, not Zhang Youhong."
Sister Hong spoke coldly and sneered, controlling the number of puppets behind her to double from eight to sixteen.
At this time, the newspaper covering Zhang Hao's face had been completely eroded by the black and white ghosts. The yellowed newspaper lost its color at this moment and turned into powder and fell to the ground.
"The ghosts from the Republic of China era? It looks like they have a deep connection with that newspaper."
Zhang Hao stared at Yang Jian at this moment. Although he was affected by the newspaper just now, it didn’t mean that he knew nothing.
"Through some of the evil spirits related to my past life, I can live longer in reality? That's a good idea."
"But unfortunately, you met me."
After Zhang Hao made a judgment on Wu Laogui’s current situation, he immediately took action.
As an eerie darkness encroached upon the square, white curtains began to fall from the sky.
A pool of water appeared under Zhang Hao's feet.
The accumulated water spread, covering the entire square in an instant, and the body of Yang Jian, who was controlled by Wu Laogui, also became wet.
"Not good. This young man has some spiritual power that was stolen from the ghost in front of him. As soon as the two spiritual powers come into contact, his body will be corroded in turn."
When Old Ghost Wu noticed something unusual in his body, he immediately understood what was going on.
There are four layers of ghost lake spirits in Yang Jian's body. Now Zhang Hao is trying to contact him through the water of the ghost lake, so as to erode his body.
But at this moment, Sister Hong took action.
She had already stacked the puppets up to sixteen, and as soon as she made a move, she shocked the captains.
The cement floor of the square was lifted up by the soil from the ground, and scarlet grave soil with a corpse-like stench gushed out from the ground at this moment, filling the square in an instant.
The lake water and grave soil covering the square merged, making the square wet, like a muddy ground.
"Old Ghost Wu, don't just say that a lake of water is enough to leave you helpless."
Sister Hong sneered, and as she moved her fingers, as if controlling invisible threads, the sixteen puppets behind her all moved.
Bright yellow and golden flames of terrifying color rose at this moment. The flames spread over the grave soil, strangely treating the grave soil as fuel and spreading towards Zhang Hao.
"This is Li Qingzhi?"
When Zhang Hao saw the flames approaching him, he disappeared from the spot.
He knew that this kind of flame was a furnace fire existing deep inside the Caesar Hotel. It had the ability to ignite any supernatural being, even ghosts.
As the bright yellow fire continued to rise, everything around began to regain its color at this time.
The flame ignited the influence of the black and white ghost den on reality, but did not ignite real things. This is a kind of fire that only targets things related to the supernatural.
This situation is very similar to Zhang Dong's after he was resurrected. Both will only target evil spirits and will not affect living people.
Because this was the first time he encountered this kind of fire attack, and the original novel did not provide much introduction about Li Qingzhi, Zhang Hao was still quite wary of this kind of fire.
According to the situations of the seven elders, each of them has more or less means to deal with time.
The headless ghost and the tall male corpse are Li Qingzhi's means of defense, so this kind of fire should be his means of attack and ghost den.
"If it can ignite all the supernatural powers, will even the restarted supernatural powers be ignited and blocked?" Zhang Hao made a decision while thinking about it.
A strange sound echoed in the ghost den, and suddenly three white curtains fell from the sky, trapping the three puppets of Li Qingzhi.
The white curtain had a magical power that no one could understand. The moment the white curtain touched the puppets, the puppets lost their ability to move.
"Be careful, those white curtains blend into the spookiness of the coffin nails and shroud."
At this time, Old Ghost Wu also dispelled the erosion of the Ghost Lake on Yang Jian's body. He noticed that several puppets had lost their movement and reminded them.
Although he and Zhang Youhong don't get along, he is not someone who can't tell the difference between big and small things.
Old Ghost Wu seemed to know a lot of information. For many things, he could quickly give information after just a quick glance, giving everyone an information advantage.
With the information advantage, we can know how to better deal with the enemy.
For a moment, Sister Hong and Old Ghost Wu actually showed signs of suppressing Zhang Hao.
The terrifying knocking sound on the door continued, and the number of puppets that had been there previously, sixteen, had now decreased to twenty-seven.
"Play infinite stacking with me?"
Zhang Hao looked at Zhang Youhong without much worry in his eyes.
If there were twenty-six puppets with the memories of their original bodies, Zhang Hao would really have no way to deal with it.
But what Zhang Youhong summoned were just puppets after all, and they could only act on instinct.
Even if Zhang Youhong could personally control some of the puppets to attack, it would be no weaker than the real Seven Elders' own control.
But Zhang Youhong is only one person after all. Unless she concentrates her full attention on the puppets, she will not be able to bring out the full magical powers of the puppets.
Wet lakes of water kept appearing on the muddy grave soil.
Ghost Lake can form a lake, and now Zhang Hao plans to release the Ghost Lake.
After using the ghost den to change the terrain to a certain extent, a lake stretching for hundreds of miles soon appeared in the center of Dadong City.
On the lake, as the water rolled, men's figures walked out one after another.
As soon as these men walked out, they attacked the puppets controlled by Zhang Youhong.
The appearance of Ghost Lake also isolated the attacks of these captains.
Once contaminated by the terrifying lake water, it will be able to sink most of the spirits and pull them into the depths of the lake.
The ghostly green will-o'-the-wisp fire will be pulled to the bottom of the lake the moment it touches the ghost lake, leaving only a gray light at the bottom of the lake, making the lake even more eerie.
When the figure under Han Mo's feet attacked Zhang Hao, the moment he stepped on the lake water, he would be immediately pulled into the lake and sink completely.
Ghost wind blew on the surface of the lake, but even the seemingly invisible wind would be pulled into the depths of the lake after it came into contact with the lake water.
Instead, it was these cold and gale-force winds that made Ghost Lake even more turbulent, with whirlpools rising on the surface of the lake.
The rolling waves may stain everyone at any time.
As for Liu San, facing this lake, Liu San didn't even have the ability to fight back.
He has no ghosts and no means of attacking from a distance.
In front of such a lake that could make all the spirits sink, Liu San couldn't launch any attack at all. His paper figures would sink immediately once they stepped into the lake.
These paper figures are not very scary. They mainly rely on stacking up to launch attacks. However, once they sink into the lake, they will quickly lose their spiritual power and cannot be stacked up at all.
"The dead should die in peace instead of getting involved in current affairs!"
Zhang Hao looked at Wu Laogui and smashed the human skull stick in his direction towards him. Then a wave rose from the lake and swept Wu Laogui away, pulling him into the lake.
The black and white ghosts invaded Yang Jian's body again, and white mourning clothes appeared on Yang Jian, replacing his existence.
"The dead should be forgotten, and should not come out to seek a sense of existence."
As the black and white color invaded Yang Jian's body, everyone felt that their understanding of Old Ghost Wu became increasingly blurred.
The soul-calling incense that He Yin'er had used to call back the soul of Old Ghost Wu was also dissipating rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
At this time, several old items in He Yiner's hands that were left over from the previous generation began to turn black and white, as if they were invaded by some unknown spirit.
Soon, as the soul-calling incense burned out completely, the things in He Yiner's hands also turned into powder.
"Who is the ghost who just helped us?"
At this moment, it seemed that everyone had forgotten the existence of Wu Laogui. All traces he left in this world had been erased, including all records and memories about him.
The horror of the black and white ghost den was fully revealed at this moment.
This is a kind of supernatural power that has a great influence on the souls of the dead, because it can make everything disappear, erase all traces of the souls of the dead, and make these souls be forgotten at a faster rate.
"Want to use the Seven Elders to deal with me? But are you a little too confident?"
Zhang Hao looked at Sister Hong, who was able to copy and superimpose the supernatural powers of the Seven Elders.
But at this moment, it seemed that she had reached her own upper limit. After adding the number of the copied seven elders to sixty-four, she could no longer add any more.
Although the sixty-four Seven Elders, even if they cannot fully exert 60% of their supernatural powers, are enough to resolve most of the supernatural events in this world.
But at this time, Sister Hong was facing Zhang Hao, who was already able to fight against the Seven Elders.
Sister Hong can copy the Seven Elders, and Zhang Hao can also use the Ghost Lake to copy an avatar that possesses 60% of his own supernatural powers.
Compared to Sister Hong’s limited superposition, Zhang Hao’s superposition is infinite.
"Haha! As expected, I should have left no room for you and locked you up in that room completely."
"What a pity, that stubborn old man Zhang Baihua refused to believe me, allowing a ghost like you to grow up, and you now have wisdom that is no less than that of a human."
Sister Hong's face looked grim. Four incense sticks appeared in her hands and she quickly lit them.
Then Sister Hong took out a half-lit incense stick.
Although this incense stick is only half, for Zhang Youhong, it can help her far more than the other four incense sticks.
This is the soul-calling incense made by the first generation of soul-calling people.
Both the spiritual power contained in the incense and its resistance to other spiritual things are far superior to other soul-calling incense.
"Hey, what happened? We old guys need to go out together."
An elderly voice sounded, and several old men walked out from the smoke of the spirit-calling incense.
"Zhang Youhong? You were the one who ignited it? Is there any danger in this era that even you can't solve?"
Luo Wensong just walked out and when he saw Sister Hong, he was surprised.
“I really can’t solve it.”
Sister Hong nodded and pointed at Zhang Hao not far away and the lake stretching for hundreds of miles under his feet.
"This damn thing has already reached our level, and it also has the ability to evolve infinitely."
"Although there are still some flaws, the derived individuals are only 60% as supernatural as the original body, but this situation is precisely the most troublesome for me."
As the reincarnation of Zhang Youhong, Sister Hong inherited Zhang Youhong's supernatural powers in the puppet series, but did not completely inherit all of her supernatural powers.
With Zhang Youhong's own strength, she is naturally not afraid of Zhang Hao's infinite derivative with flaws.
But the problem is that Sister Hong cannot achieve infinite stacking. Although her stacking is terrifying, there is an upper limit.
This situation is similar to that of Yang Jian who forcibly superimposed the ghost eyes. His own terrifying strength cannot withstand the use after the means are developed against evil spirits.
"I see. If that's the case, it's a bit troublesome indeed."
Luo Wensong nodded, and the moment he nodded, he launched the attack.
The doors of the buildings in the city that had sunk into the lake were dismantled, and at this time they floated out strangely, drifting on the lake.
Countless doors appeared, completely blocking the lake, allowing everyone to move freely on the lake without falling into the water.
"Boom boom boom!"
Horrible and eerie knocking sounds came from behind countless doors, as if someone was knocking on the door underwater.
"Hurry up, we don't have much time."
Meng Xiaodong glanced at everyone, threw a puppet in his hand, and then walked towards where Zhang Hao was.
As she moved forward, she quickly disappeared from reality, as if she had walked into some incomprehensible and strange area.
(End of this chapter)