Chapter 150: Ghost Makeup, Red Handkerchief

Chapter 150: Ghost Makeup, Red Handkerchief

Chapter 150 Reclaiming the Ghost Makeup and the Red Handkerchief
"Maybe, this is life."

Another five seconds passed, and at this time Luo Wensong couldn't help but raise his head helplessly.

His supernatural powers have reached their limit and his body can no longer use them.

After all, the effect of the soul-calling incense is limited. When confronting Zhang Hao, they were basically under maximum spiritual consumption every minute and every second.

"Oh, maybe I shouldn't let go completely." Li Qingzhi shook his head helplessly.

Although they do not leave any inheritance, they rely on the collision of supernatural powers to truly cultivate ghost riders who reach their level.

But the instability of the supernatural was far beyond their imagination.

Even if everything has been predicted, any slight change will lead to a completely different outcome.

Take the current ghost for example. His past can no longer be invaded. Faced with the fact that he has fully grown up, it is impossible to erase his past from the future.

Unless when the change happened, there were people of that period who discovered the abnormality and corrected the unexpected past.

"In fact, there is no need to worry so much. The future direction will be different. Even now, it may just be the result of a certain future."

Luo Wensong seemed to be very open-minded and calm.

“We may have failed at this moment, but we may not fail at another point in time.”

Every change in the past will give birth to a different future, just like the ending that Mr. Qin determined through countless predictions.

Old Qin’s ability is to communicate with the future, but this kind of dialogue with the future does not appear out of thin air. Every future Old Qin who communicates with the past is a real ending that has actually occurred.

Now maybe this is just one of the possible endings.

"That's true." Li Qingzhi nodded in agreement after hearing this.

Zhang Hao listened to the speeches of the two old men without any change in his eyes, but he couldn't help thinking in his heart.

These old people in the Republic of China have reached the point where they can block time and infer the future. So what level is Yang Jian at?
Although he had the idea, Zhang Hao would not show any mercy when it came to what he had to do.

The moment when Luo Wensong and Li Qingzhi's bodies began to become illusory and completely unable to move.

The black and white ghosts began to invade their bodies, trying to completely erase all the medium between the two dead souls and reality.

"boom!"

At this moment, a long spear stabbed straight towards him and pierced through Zhang Hao's body.

It was Zhang Youhong. She borrowed the coffin nails from Yang Jian and wanted to use them to suppress Zhang Hao in one fell swoop.

Zhang Hao paused after being attacked by the coffin nails, but he did not lose his ability to move and continued to invade the bodies of the two old men.

The coffin nails can suppress any physical evil spirit, but this is ineffective against Zhang Hao.

Not to mention that Zhang Hao is in a state of being a ghost all the time and can restart himself infinitely.

The coffin nail that Zhang Hao swallowed was enough to offset the magical power of the coffin nail.

Even for Zhang Hao, the moment the coffin nail was inserted into his body, he was suppressed by it.

He was hit by two coffin nails, while the one who attacked him was only one.

After the two coffin nails cancel each other out, the other coffin nail will directly suppress the coffin nail that has lost its magical power.

"Zhang Youhong, please retreat quickly. There is no solution to this problem."

Seeing Zhang Youhong coming, Li Qingzhi reminded her.

Now Luo Qian and Meng Xiaodong’s connection with this world has been erased, and they will be erased soon too.

Without the support of the four of them, Zhang Youhong would lose most of his fighting power.

Even though Zhang Youhong could copy the puppets of other top ghost handlers in the Republic of China, she was not familiar with the operations and could not display much supernatural power.

"We must die together."

"If you all die and I'm the only one left, I won't be able to handle supernatural events."

Zhang Youhong just spoke with a cold expression at this time.

Sister Hong, as their backup, mainly relies on summoning seven old puppets to fight.

Without the Seventh Elder, Sister Hong would not have the ability to guarantee the situation in this world.

"Besides, I was able to get to this point on my own before I met you guys."

Although she lost the medium for summoning the seven old puppets, Zhang Youhong did not fall into despair. Instead, she showed her strong self-confidence.

But think about it, he is the strongest person in the Republic of China except Zhang Dong.

Although the only supernatural power she left for Sister Hong was the puppet, how could the real Zhang Youhong only have the puppet as her only means?

A red handkerchief appeared in Sister Hong's hand. As Zhang Youhong waved the handkerchief, a black and white portrait appeared.

The black and white portrait seemed to have the same origin as Zhang Hao. It enveloped Luo Wensong and Li Qingzhi, interrupting the spiritual power that was erasing all their connections with the world.

Then, Sister Hong moved her hands slightly, and four puppets appeared in front of her.

The puppets faced each other in pairs, tidying up each other's appearance. Soon, two Luo Wensong and two Li Qingzhi appeared.

Then, the four puppets immediately doubled to eight.

Seeing this, Zhang Hao suddenly had a human skull stick in his hand and he struck it towards Sister Hong.

Of course, he was aware of Sister Hong's methods. At this doubling speed, the other party would be able to stack up countless puppets soon.

Naturally, it was impossible for Zhang Hao to let the other party stack the puppets with peace of mind.

Along with the sonic boom sound of the human skull stick hitting the air, Sister Hong's body seemed to be hit by something and was being eroded by some kind of ghost, revealing half of her wooden body.

But at this moment, the red cheongsam on Sister Hong was flashing a bright red light, as if blocking the attack for her.

"Sure enough, I should have locked you up in the haunted house with all my strength."

"What a pity. That old man Zhang Baihua has been lying down for too long and has already ignored the instability of the supernatural."

Sister Hong had a charming smile on her face, but it looked weird no matter how you looked at it.

This smile, as if it had a special spiritual power, remained deeply in Zhang Hao's mind.

Fortunately, at this time, a strange crying sound came from Zhang Hao's mind, breaking the effect of this smile.

"on!"

Zhang Hao let out a low roar, and countless clones around him rushed towards Zhang Youhong at this moment.

At the same time, without Luo Wensong's supernatural isolation, the water in Ghost Lake became turbulent again.

As waves splashed up, the lake water on the puppets was like invisible ghost hands, pulling them to the bottom of the lake.

The black and white ghosts were released again.

Although Zhang Hao was somewhat surprised by the power of the red handkerchief, he did not think that Zhang Youhong could completely isolate him from the evil spirits with the red handkerchief.

The black and white demons invaded again, and the lake water lost its color and turned as black as ink.

Under the lake, pairs of pale ghost hands stretched out. These were the souls of the dead existing in the black and white world.

Along with the splashing waves of Ghost Lake, they stretched out directly from the lake, as if they wanted to pull Zhang Youhong into the world of the dead.

"If you were still alive, it would be a big trouble for me, but now you are dead."

"When it comes to the dead, I just have no solution."

Zhang Hao's voice was cold, and the black and white ghost den broke through the isolation of the red handkerchief, completely isolating the small part of the copied black and white ghost den.

A terrifying cry was heard above the lake.

The figures of the dead appeared under the lake. They seemed to be kneeling, and the direction they were kneeling was exactly where Zhang Youhong was.

In mid-air, white curtains rose up and kept falling down, shooting towards Zhang Youhong, interfering with her ability to continue stacking puppets.

If Zhang Youhong was touched by any of the white curtains, Zhang Hao would be able to suppress her immediately.

However, facing these white curtains, Zhang Youhong seemed to have some kind of barrier and blocked them one by one.

Even the black and white ghosts that were invading Zhang Youhong were being repelled by her at this time and could not actually touch her body.

But at this moment, Zhang Hao slowly walked towards Zhang Youhong, and after taking a few steps, he suddenly disappeared from the real world.

He invaded Zhang Youhong's memory.

At the same time, in the city not far from the lake.

A dense crowd of people with pale skin were also walking towards this side.

These are the ghost paintings drawn by the Ghost Bride based on those by Luo Wensong and Li Qingzhi.

As gray paper ashes continued to fall from the sky, these painted ghosts quickly came over and began to attack the puppets around Zhang Youhong.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Facing reality and the attack from deep within her memory at the same time, even Zhang Youhong couldn't help but feel something unusual in her body.

After Zhang Hao invaded her memory, Zhang Youhong's body began to turn black and white.

If Zhang Youhong could still use some means to prevent Zhang Hao from influencing her before, then after Zhang Hao entered Zhang Youhong's memory.

Even if she could fight Zhang Hao in her mind, her body was inevitably contaminated by the medium. As a ghost, facing Zhang Hao, the outcome after being contaminated by the spirit was self-evident.

She had died long ago, and although her consciousness was still fighting, the connection between her consciousness and her body had already been severed at this moment.

Even if she succeeded in blocking Zhang Hao, she would be completely trapped in that world of the dead and unable to escape. Even the summoning of souls could not bring her back to the real world.

The connection between consciousness and body was cut off, and Zhang Youhong in the real world naturally disappeared as well.

At this time, Zhang Youhong opened her eyes again.

Perhaps it is no longer appropriate to call her Zhang Youhong at this time, it would be more appropriate to call her Sister Hong.

She looked at everything around her and a look of despair appeared on her face.

"Is it a complete failure?"

Zhang Youhong looked at the ghost bride walking towards her with helplessness in her eyes.

Suddenly, at this moment, there was a knock on the door, as if countless people were knocking at the same time.

As the knock on the door sounded, Sister Hong felt dizzy and lost the ability to think the next moment.

This is the sound of Luo Wensong knocking on the door. Although it was drawn using ghost drawings, each one is only 60% as supernatural as Luo Wensong himself.

Perhaps it would take ten painted ghosts knocking on the door at the same time to reach the intensity of Luo Wensong knocking on the door himself.

But after the combination of the two, the intensity of the attack was enough to easily knock Sister Hong, who had turned into an alien, into a state of paralysis.

After Sister Hong was killed, the ghost bride walked to her side, stretched out her hand and took away Sister Hong's high heels, red cheongsam, and the red handkerchief.

The high heels and red cheongsam were sent into the red room by the ghost bride, and the red handkerchief was held in the ghost bride's hand.

Apparently, this handkerchief is also a puzzle piece for the ghost bride.

But then again, this thing is essentially a universal puzzle that can replicate some of the supernatural powers of any evil spirit.

It’s just that for the Ghost Bride and Sister Hong, they can use this thing to produce a stronger effect because of their own supernatural powers.

On the other side, in the world of memory.

At this time, Zhang Hao also successfully corrupted Zhang Youhong.

Although Zhang Youhong would be very scary after being superimposed, she is just a ghost after all.

After losing his body, his own spiritual power consumption increased significantly.

Coupled with Zhang Hao's restraining effect on the ghosts, even Meng Xiaodong, who was good at fighting based on past memories, was overwhelmed by countless ghosts, and Zhang Youhong was naturally no exception.

"Now, the only threats should be Zhang Baihua and Qin Lao."

Zhang Hao looked at Zhang Youhong, who had become a dead soul, whispered something, raised his head and left the world of his memory.

Back to reality, Zhang Hao looked at the bride who had taken the supernatural power from Sister Hong and was controlling it, and his gaze was directed in the distance.

After Zhang Hao confronted the Seven Elders and Sister Hong borrowed the coffin nails, Yang Jian and the others seemed to have left.

But it's also true that this level of confrontation is no longer something Yang Jian and his team can intervene in, and staying will not help the battle at all.

Zhang Hao looked towards the distance. In the black and white city, he could still see the mysterious aura left behind by some people when they left.

After thinking for a moment, Zhang Hao took the ghost bride and chased in one direction.

At this moment, above the city, a faint green light was moving away at a very fast speed.

However, at this moment, the sky above the dark green light suddenly became dim, as if some terrifying existence appeared.

The black and white ghostly den corroded the sky, blocking the dark green light.

"Are you targeting me?"

Li Jun stopped controlling the ghost to move forward.

He looked around vigilantly. Although he couldn't contact other people, he knew the current situation without thinking: the seven elders had failed.

"In that case, let's give it a try."

Li Jun gritted his teeth and took out the ghost makeup and started painting on his face while the Red and White Devils had not yet arrived.

He thought of Ah Hong who had drawn the image of Old Qin last time, and imitated Ah Hong to draw himself in the image of Old Qin.

"Did you choose to draw his appearance again?"

"But now I won't be troubled by this kind of supernatural thing."

Zhang Hao noticed the changes in Li Jun, and there was no abnormality in his expression.

Although he was beaten badly by Ah Hong using Old Qin's supernatural powers, Zhang Hao had not developed any supernatural powers at that time.

Moreover, at that time, Zhang Hao had just completely mastered the ghost messenger and had not yet begun to use his ability of infinite growth. This was why Ah Hong used long-range attacks to prevent him from getting close.

Well now.

Li Jun had just finished putting on makeup, and as if he knew something, he suddenly moved backwards.

The next moment, a white curtain appeared out of nowhere, fell from mid-air, and landed directly on the position where Li Jun was before.

"This should be a supernatural dialogue about the future."

Zhang Hao looked at Li Jun and reacted quickly.

Li Jun now possesses 60% of Qin Lao's supernatural powers and has learned his ability to communicate with the future.

"But how much of the future can you talk to?"

Zhang Hao walked towards Li Jun, holding a human skull stick.

As Zhang Hao moved forward, pale figures emerged from the incomprehensible spiritual world into reality.

Seeing these pale human figures suddenly appearing, the will-o'-the-wisp burning in Li Jun's eyes couldn't help but pause.

Each of these things is almost the same as the original body, and is no different from a real evil spirit, even the immortality of the evil spirit is still there.

As these people walked out, they stared at Li Jun.

A gaze with terrifying gravity immediately acted on Li Jun.

Li Jun could avoid other supernatural forces by knowing them in advance, but he had no way to avoid being sighted.

Especially with so many evil spirits appearing now, the superimposed vision is even more terrifying.

The superposition continued, and black and white photos fell from the sky.

The backgrounds of these photos are different, and it seems that they are areas shrouded by black and white ghosts in different periods and were taken by a certain camera.

However, these photos have one thing in common: in the front of each photo there are people wearing pale mourning clothes.

Although they were in the photo, they had strange looks in their eyes and stared at Li Jun.

As more and more attention was paid to him, Li Jun could no longer bear it. He was crushed to his knees in mid-air by the gravity brought by the sight.

The magical power of the will-o'-the-wisp was suppressed, causing Li Jun to fall completely to the ground.

However, at this moment, a man in pale mourning clothes appeared below where Li Jun fell, reached out and grabbed Li Jun so that he did not fall completely to the ground.

However, with just this one grab, Li Jun completely lost consciousness.

The unstoppable suppression from the ghost was launched.

Even an ordinary ghost rider can still remain lucid for a short period of time after being suppressed.

But as an alien, once suppressed, all that is left is a dormant consciousness.

Zhang Hao grabbed Li Jun's body and dropped it to the ground. He searched his body for a moment and took out an old-style red makeup box.

"Ma'am, please take the makeup box away."

Zhang Hao waved in the distance where there was no one.

However, the next moment, a red figure mysteriously appeared in front of Zhang Hao and took the makeup box from his hand.

The ghost bride stood there motionless holding her makeup box.

Zhang Hao was not surprised by this. After handing the makeup box to the ghost bride, he directly ate Li Jun's body.

"Ma'am, let's go and find our next target."

Zhang Hao swallowed Li Jun's body and planned to leave as a ghost bride to hunt down other captains.

However, at this time, the ghost bride took the initiative to reach out and hold him.

"Hao~"

A female voice was heard again, causing Zhang Hao to turn his head.

"This voice is coming again."

Zhang Hao stared at the ghost bride. He seemed to feel that the sound just now came from the ghost bride beside him.

At this time, the ghost bride held Zhang Hao's hand with one hand and held the makeup box in front of him with the other hand.

(End of this chapter)