Chapter 153: When the Ghost Awakens

Chapter 153: When the Ghost Awakens

Chapter 153: When the Ghost Awakens
Looking at the scapegoat workbench in front of him, Zhang Hao did not stop there.

To him, the scapegoat doll is of little use. Living people need the scapegoat doll to help them bear the attack and share the pressure, but he doesn't need it.

Looking past the scapegoat on the table, Zhang Hao's eyes kept searching the room.

Soon, he found a drawing board in the corner of the room.

There is a painting on the drawing board. The person in the portrait should be Old Qin. He looks somewhat similar to Old Qin, but appears younger.

At the same time, Zhang Hao looked towards the ground, where there was also a painting, and the person in the painting was somewhat similar to Yang Jian.

"One is a painting of Mr. Qin when he was younger, and the other is a portrait of Yang Jian's father, Yang Xiaotian."

Zhang Hao stared at the portrait. There was a mysterious aura on the portrait, proving that this was not an ordinary portrait like the one in Zhang Dong's portrait just now.

“Similar to the paintings in the ghost post office.”

Zhang Hao didn't have any scruples and directly picked up the photo on the ground.

Zhang Hao looked around the room carefully. Apart from these paintings, he did not find any other items such as paints.

As far as Zhang Hao could see, there was no one in the room.

"It seems that this kind of oil painting can produce more than one painting for the same person."

"But it's true. Madam can also copy several Seven Elders at the same time."

"The reason why we believe that the oil painting can only depict one person is simply because the person copied by the ghost paint was killed and never appeared again."

Zhang Hao threw the portrait to the ground in disappointment and shifted his gaze elsewhere.

At this moment, the eyes of the figure in the dim and depressing sketch on the drawing board turned strangely and looked in the direction of Zhang Hao.

However, when Zhang Hao turned around, it had returned to its previous appearance.

Suddenly, Zhang Hao seemed to sense something and turned his head sharply behind him.

He heard the sound of a tune.

It was music played from an old record player. It had a style reminiscent of the Republic of China period, vaguely soothing and pleasant to the ear, with a scent that came from the accumulation of time.

In a place like this, the floating music has an extremely strange and creepy feeling.

Zhang Hao turned his head to look in the direction where the sound came from. He didn't know when a strange record player appeared in the room.

"Some special supernatural item?"

Zhang Hao walked towards the record player and picked it up.

After being caught by Zhang Hao, the record player made a hissing sound, as if it was stuck, and the sound quickly disappeared.

The ghost in the record player was directly suppressed at this time.

Zhang Haoti kept the record player and looked at it for a while, then put it into the ghost den. He couldn't use it for the time being, but it might be useful in the future.

With the record player removed, there was nothing left in the room worth noting.

But think about it, after all, this is where he died, and Meng Xiaodong chose to die in this community that has contact with the real world.

If it was some extremely terrifying and unpredictable ghost, she would definitely not leave it here to disturb the slumber of her own corpse.

However, just when Zhang Hao was about to go to Meng Xiaodong's room, footsteps were suddenly heard in the room.

Judging from the direction, it seemed to be footsteps.

When Zhang Hao heard the sound, he hurried out of the room and came to the door.

do not know when.

An old woman with a haggard face, hollow eyes and white eyes was quietly standing at the door of the room.

"Was it the record player just now? Or something else?"

Zhang Hao's expression became alert, and black and white began to spread into the room with him as the center.

Although there was some kind of supernatural power in the room that could suppress the evil spirits, it didn't seem to have much effect on Zhang Hao.

The black and white ghost den spread and easily broke through the unknown supernatural blockade in the room.

The black and white ghost den continued to spread, covering the old woman who suddenly appeared.

The old woman's clothes began to lose color as Zhang Hao eroded them.

However, when Zhang Hao used the ghost to invade the old woman, the other party was also invading Zhang Hao in return.

Deep in Zhang Hao's memory, he could see an expressionless, weird old woman walking towards him.

She was trying to replace Zhang Hao, but it was obvious that neither Zhang Hao nor the old woman could completely replace the other.

They are all evil spirits and cannot be eliminated.

Moreover, they are all proficient in supernatural means of invading the past, or invading the present from the past.

The magical collision between the two seemed to cause changes in the surroundings.

The already dim light in the room became even dimmer at this time, and a cold atmosphere spread in the room.

The lights in the room seemed to be some kind of extremely special supernatural power, as the supernatural power of Zhang Hao and the old woman had an increasingly stronger influence on other things in the room.

The lights in the room began to flicker and could no longer be maintained.

But because Zhang Hao and the old woman's main targets of attack were each other, this light occasionally had a chance to breathe.

"Shh!"

A white curtain fell and wrapped around the old woman's body, tying her up like a dumpling.

Meng Xiaodong eventually dismembered part of his own spiritual power.

Although this part of the supernatural power that could invade the past and the future was not affected, the other supernatural powers in Meng Xiaodong's body had disappeared long ago.

Faced with ghost riders and evil spirits who have not reached the level of the Seven Elders, the resurrected Meng Xiaodong still has no solution.

But facing an enemy that had reached this level, she had no other means of attack.

Because the old woman was not a ghost at this time, Zhang Hao's black and white ghost den did not have any restraining effect on her.

The methods used by both sides are similar, they invade each other, and neither can do anything to the other.

But the problem is that in addition to the black and white ghost den, Zhang Hao also has other supernatural methods.

And this old woman has no other supernatural means except invasion and replacement.

Faced with the entanglement of the white curtain, the old woman could only rely on her own fear to resist.

Facing the mysterious white curtain carrying the coffin nails, the old woman's body began to become a little illusory, but was not completely suppressed.

"It's strange that it can withstand the attack of coffin nails."

Zhang Hao looked at the old woman's body with a little surprise.

The infinite restarts of the ghost catcher don't count. Although the coffin nails seem to hit the target, they have actually been avoided by the ghost catcher.

And it doesn’t count when Zhang Hao was hit by the coffin nails before, because he has two coffin nails in his body as resistance.

This was the first time he encountered a scene where the magical power of the coffin nails became ineffective after hitting the target.

The old woman was trapped by a white curtain carrying three coffin nails. Although her movements were affected to a certain extent, she still had enough strength to fight back against Zhang Hao.

Faced with the old woman's attack at this time, Zhang Hao did not act in a hurry, but observed the other party's condition.

As Zhang Hao watched, he soon discovered the old woman's current condition.

"I see. So, you use the method of stacking yourself to resist the coffin nails?"

At this time, the old woman was in a special state, although there was only Meng Xiaodong standing in front of her.

But in fact, when you attack the old woman, you are actually attacking countless of her.

Even when Bai Lian, who was carrying three coffin nails, attacked Meng Xiaodong, this attack was also shared by countless Meng Xiaodongs.

That is why the coffin nails that always work will become ineffective when facing Meng Xiaodong.

"If that's the case, then I should be able to do it."

It has to be said that fighting against enemies with similar methods was really helpful to Zhang Hao.

Being invaded by the ghost of Meng Xiaodong, Zhang Hao developed the ability to invade the past and the present from the past without stealing any supernatural powers.

This time, the old woman's existence after Meng Xiaodong revived gave Zhang Hao new inspiration.

As a person who has existed in countless pasts, Zhang Hao's figure now began to become somewhat illusory.

One after another, the illusory figures overlapped with Zhang Hao. As they continued to overlap, Zhang Hao exuded an even more eerie and strange aura.

Under the current circumstances, any supernatural attack on Zhang Hao will be shared by countless Zhang Haos in the past. "Perhaps, if this method is taken to the extreme, it can be wiped out."

Zhang Hao seemed to have an inner realization that his present self could only overlap with his past self and share the supernatural together.

But if in the future, I can overlap with the souls of the black and white world, and all my future and past selves.

If all individuals share the supernatural power brought by each attack, their own defense capabilities will experience a qualitative leap.

"By the way, in addition to this, perhaps Bai Lian's attack method can also undergo a transformation."

Zhang Hao stared at the old woman coldly, and the old woman taught him a method of using supernatural powers.

In this case, let's try it out on the other party to see if this method is acceptable.

The black and white ghost den spread out, and among the layers upon layers, countless illusory human figures seemed to appear on Zhang Hao's body.

Then, the white curtain tied around Zhang Hao's waist suddenly shot out and tied up the old woman.

There was not only this white curtain. In addition to the first white curtain that was shot out, there were other white curtains shooting out behind Zhang Hao.

Except for the ghost white curtain that is wrapped around Zhang Hao's waist, the other ones are derived individuals.

The reason why it can carry such a strong suppressive force is simply because Zhang Hao has put suppressive force on it with the nails of the coffin.

But at this moment, these white curtains shooting out from Zhang Hao seemed to be every one of them.

What’s even more bizarre is that every white curtain that is shot out carries an aura of horror and inexplicable mystery.

It is the suppression of coffin nails, the entanglement of the shroud.

Each of these white curtains is from Zhang Hao in a different period. Although there are a lot of them, they are still increasing.

But each of these white curtains is real, not derived, and each of them can carry the coffin nails and the mindless suppression of the ghost catcher.

As the white curtains stretched out one after another, the old woman who had been able to withstand the ghost white curtains and had her own movements unaffected could not help but stop.

Her body movements began to slow down, and she, who was infinitely expanding, was unable to resist the infinitely expanding Zhang Hao.

"Maybe, we can try this method." Zhang Hao murmured.

Now Zhang Hao has about seventy or eighty suppression quotas, even to ensure that he can continue to use his supernatural powers.

If he only uses some of the evil spirits that are not needed as quotas to suppress other evil spirits, there will be about forty quotas for Zhang Hao to use at his own will.

In the past, Zhang Hao couldn’t understand why his ghost messenger couldn’t suppress the seven elders.

But now he has understood that the essence lies in infinite superposition.

Zhang Hao, who was unable to infinitely stack the number of ghost catcher suppression quotas before, no matter how many evil ghosts he ate, his own number of suppression quotas remained fixed at a certain number.

For example, Meng Xiaodong, she herself can offset Zhang Hao's forty or fifty suppression places, plus the infinite invading supernatural powers.

Each Meng Xiaodong can offset dozens of Zhang Hao's places. When the number is added up, the mindless suppression of the supernatural will naturally be ineffective against her.

Another example is Luo Qian. Although this old man does not have infinite invasions, he constantly develops abilities that are equivalent to his own.

But the soil in his grave can achieve absolute current burial, and the soil seems to be able to grow infinitely. The soil that forms the grave will not disappear with Luo Qian's departure.

In addition, there are countless evil spirits imprisoned in the grave, and Zhang Hao cannot suppress them simply by increasing the number of evil spirits.

Furthermore, the other seven elders, whether it is Zhang Dong, Zhang Youhong, or others, all have similar methods.

After all, the lowest level of the Seven Elders is to be able to achieve the concept of "infinity".

As long as one can truly achieve infinity and can withstand infinite superposition, no matter what is superimposed, it will be extremely terrifying.

That is why the limited number of suppression opportunities for the ghost messenger when facing these seven elders seems so powerless.

The limited number of suppression spots cannot suppress the unlimited number of evil spirits. The only thing that can be praised is the infinite restart. The strength of the ghost den is simply not enough to withstand the Seven Elders.

"But now, it's time for the ghost messenger to play his true role."

In order to ensure that he could invade unlimitedly, Zhang Hao did not use the evil spirits from the black and white ghost series and the memory series as suppression quotas.

At this time, Zhang Hao had nearly forty places on his body that he could use to suppress evil spirits.

However, as he allowed his past self to invade his present self without restriction, the amount of suppression on Zhang Hao continued to increase.

Forty, eighty, one hundred and sixty, three hundred and two
The number of suppression quotas is increasing exponentially, and the maximum number of supernatural beings that can be suppressed is increasing.

Zhang Hao himself was constantly improving, while the supernatural powers of the old woman were constantly decreasing.

This is a horrible way to grow up.

At this moment, Zhang Hao felt that perhaps he should take back what he had said before.

The growth potential of a ghost catcher is far more terrifying than that of a starving ghost.

Possessing the ability to suppress ghosts without thinking, as long as the ghost catcher can have the ability to infinitely derive or infinitely invade, he can definitely become the strongest ghost.

Of course, what is meant here is the means of unlimited invasion or unlimited derivation by Zhang Hao and Meng Xiaodong.

Every individual that is derived is equivalent to the state of the original body, rather than being a spiritual being that derives from an avatar.

The clone is just a spirit with part of the original body. This kind of clone may be destroyed without the means of restarting, and cannot add to the suppression quota of the ghost catcher.

After all, every suppression spot on the ghost catcher represents a real evil ghost.

As Zhang Hao continued to add more pressure, when his own suppression number reached more than eight thousand, the old woman finally couldn't bear it anymore.

Although the speed of superposition of the two is almost the same, Zhang Hao can suppress some of the evil spirits in the old woman's body every time she superimposes them.

And every time the old woman loses a number of evil spirits, the speed of stacking supernatural powers will decrease.

And every time Zhang Hao added something, the amount he could increase next time would double the original amount.

The stacking speed of one is almost frozen, while the stacking speed of the other is still increasing.

As one side gains strength while the other loses strength, the final outcome is self-evident.

"Finally it's solved. You are a good teacher."

"Therefore, I will cherish your ghost."

Zhang Hao spoke coldly as he looked at the old woman who had completely lost her ability to move and was tied up by countless white curtains.

Zhang Hao walked forward, but at this time he was somewhat surprised to find that the body of the old woman who had been in the room before was still there.

"Hmm? So, this is just a derivative individual?"

Zhang Hao was a little surprised. He didn't expect that a derivative individual could fight with him for so long.

But soon, he reacted.

Not to mention the resurrected Meng Xiaodong, even the present him, isn’t he a derivative individual from the past?
Perhaps it is also because the current Zhang Hao is an individual from a past period.

That's why the old woman started attacking Zhang Hao before her real body on the bed even moved.

"Because he and the old woman in front of him are in the same timeline. The old woman on the bed is actually in the same timeline as Zhang Hao's real body."

"But don't worry about it."

"In the case of our infinite invasion, she lost the fight, so her selves in all timelines have been suppressed."

Zhang Hao ignored the body of the old woman in front of him that was tied up like a dumpling, and walked towards the bedroom where the old woman's real body was.

He wanted to take away the ghost from the old woman's body.

Pushing open the door, Zhang Hao smelled a fragrance as soon as he entered.

This is the smell of sandalwood, but it is very faint.

"It's just a normal scent. Because incense is burned in the room all year round, this bedroom retains this smell."

Zhang Hao felt it for a while and then lost interest.

He looked at the ceiling of the room, where there was a red cloth strip.

The red cloth strip hung on an old red lacquered wooden bed below, looking like a red gauze curtain, except that the red cloth strip was not transparent.

Zhang Hao looked at the wooden bars. The wooden bed was not a modern style one, but a three-sided bunk bed with a roof on top.

This bed is just placed here, and the dark tone gives people a weird feeling, which is inexplicably depressing.

There was an old woman's body lying on the old bed. She looked peaceful and seemed like someone who had died of old age.

Although for unknown reasons the body did not rot, a foul odor was already wafting from it.

"Meng Xiaodong!"

Zhang Hao stared at the old man and murmured a name.

(End of this chapter)