Chapter 147 The Completely Forgotten Soul
Faced with the attacks launched by the six captains, Zhang Hao was not suppressed.
On the contrary, black and white ghosts began to invade these captains' attacks in an incomprehensible and strange way.
Li Leping, who had direct contact with Zhang Hao, was even invaded into his consciousness at this moment.
An incomprehensible memory emerged from the depths of Li Leping's heart and began to replace his existing memory.
"Is he the soul-caller from Taiping Ancient Town?"
At this time, an old voice sounded, and as the soul-calling incense was lit, an old man who had long passed away returned as a dead soul.
"Yes, senior, I am the fourth generation of spiritual caller in Taiping Ancient Town."
"My friend is being attacked by a ghost now, please help me, senior."
He Yin'er spoke. Although he didn't know the identity of the old man in front of him, his words seemed very respectful.
"Is that that thing? It's really a scary guy. How could you get into trouble with such a ghost?"
Hearing He Yin'er's words, the old man looked towards the place where the supernatural confrontation was taking place not far away.
Obviously, even this old man was afraid of the black and white ghost that was invading everything around him.
“If I were alive, I might be sure to fight this ghost, but now it’s difficult for me to completely solve it.”
But that’s all. , the old man took action when he saw the ghost.
They left these relics to help future generations. Now facing such a group of descendants and such a ghost, it is even more impossible for him to let these descendants die here.
“Stop!”
While the old man was talking, an old and yellowed newspaper fell from the sky.
The newspaper passed through the black and white ghosts and fell all the way to Zhang Hao, covering Zhang Hao's face.
This newspaper seemed to have some extremely terrifying supernatural power, at the moment Zhang Hao's face was covered with a face mask.
Everything around him, including the will-o'-the-wisps covered in 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 newspaper fell, covering half of his pale body. On Li Leping, whose body has been replaced by filial piety.
After being covered by newspapers, Li Leping's mourning clothes began to disappear.
Li Leping's originally slightly crazy face also regained some composure at this moment.
"Thank you, senior."
Li Leping nodded to the old man, then turned into a shadow and slowly disappeared from the place.
Although the supernatural effect of the newspaper is very strong and special, Li Leping was invaded too deeply and cannot be easily escaped.
So Li Leping chose to restart on his own initiative, forgetting what he had just experienced and the memory that did not belong to him.
"Senior, there is another one over there, can you help Yang Jian?"
When He Yin'er saw Li Leping regaining his senses, he hurriedly pointed to Yang Jian not far away and shouted to the old man.
Hearing this, the old man looked at Yang Jian, whose body had been completely replaced by filial piety, and his whole body had almost turned into a filial piety ghost.
Perhaps he discovered something. When the old man looked at Yang Jian, there was a little surprise in his eyes.
“I didn’t expect you to actually get that newspaper.”
“In that case, let me borrow your body for a while.”
There was some nostalgia in the old man's words, or memories of the past.
"Senior?" He Yin'er was stunned when he heard this.
"Don't worry, I won't do anything bad to him." The old man said softly, perhaps sensing He Yin'er's worry.
“It’s just that his body has been eroded to the point that he is no longer human. Even I can’t completely remove it in a short time.”
“I will borrow his body next. After a period of time, the erosion will naturally be removed for him when he leaves.”
After 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 it was completely revealed.
The next moment, 'Yang Jian', whose face was originally full of sadness, opened his eyes, but the vicissitudes of his eyes showed that the person in front of him might not be Yang Jian.
"Don't worry, I won't do anything to you and your master. Just relax and help your master get rid of the supernatural influence. I will help him recover."
After opening his eyes 'Yang Jian' seemed to have noticed something. He spoke to the front, as if he was talking to something invisible.
"Old ghost Wu, I didn't expect that you could still come to this era. I thought everything about you would have completely disappeared in that era."
At this time, a female voice came out.
"Zhang Youhong? I didn't expect you to choose this way to live to this era. It fits your character of being afraid of death." The old man glanced at Sister Hong coldly.
"Afraid of death? At least I can protect my future generations, right? It's not like you leaving a bad newspaper office to harm the world." Sister Hong replied not to be outdone.
The man who was summoned and called Wu Laogui seemed to have a hard time dealing with Zhang Youhong. The two of them started quarreling with each other as soon as they met.
"You two, stop arguing now, there are still enemies now." Seeing this, He Yin'er hurriedly smoothed things over.
“I have long hair but short knowledge, so I won’t care about you.” Old ghost Wu snorted coldly, turned to look in the direction of Zhang Hao, with caution in his eyes.
"That's better than you, and my name is Sister Hong now, not Zhang Youhong."
Sister Hong said coldly, sneered, and controlled the puppet behind her to turn from eight to Doubled to sixteen.
At this time, the newspaper covering Zhang Hao's face had been completely eroded by black and white ghosts. The yellowed newspaper lost its color at this moment and turned into powder and fell to the ground.
"A ghost from the Republic of China? It seems that he still has a deep relationship with that newspaper."
Zhang Hao stared at Yang Jian at this time. Although he was affected by that newspaper just now, he still had a deep relationship with that newspaper. It doesn't mean he doesn't know anything.
"Can I use some of the ghosts related to my life to allow myself to exist in reality longer? It's a good idea."
"But it's a pity that you met me."
After Zhang Hao made a judgment on Wu Laogui's situation at this time, he immediately took action.
As the strange darkness eroded the square, white curtains fell from the sky.
At Zhang Hao’s feet, a pool of water appeared.
The water spread and instantly covered the entire square, and the body of Yang Jian controlled by Wu Laogui also became wet.
“No, some of the supernatural powers in this young man’s body were stolen from the ghost in front of him. As soon as the two supernatural powers come into contact, his body will be eroded in turn.”
Old Wu The ghost noticed something abnormal in his body and immediately understood it.
There are four layers of ghost lake supernatural powers in Yang Jian's body. Now Zhang Hao is contacting him through the water of the ghost lake, thereby achieving the purpose of eroding his body.
But at this moment, Sister Hong took action.
Having already stacked the puppets to sixteen, she just took action, which shocked the captains.
The cement floor of the square was lifted up by the soil from the ground, and the scarlet grave soil with the smell of corpses poured out from the ground at this moment, filling the square in an instant.
The intersection of the lake water and the grave soil covering the square made the square wet, like a piece of mud.
"Old ghost Wu, don't say that there is nothing you can do about a lake."
Sister Hong sneered, and as she moved her fingers, it was like controlling invisible threads, and the ten people behind her sneered. All six puppets started to move.
Bright yellow, golden and terrifying flames rose at this moment. The flames spread on the grave soil, and strangely used the grave soil as fuel to spread towards Zhang Hao.
“This is, Li Qingzhi?”
Zhang Hao saw the flames approaching him and disappeared from the spot.
He knew that this kind of flame was the fire that existed deep in the Caesar Hotel. It had the ability to ignite any supernatural being, even ghosts could be ignited.
As the bright yellow fire continues to rise, everything around begins to regain color at this time.
The flame ignited the influence of black and white ghosts on reality, but it did not ignite real things. This is a flame that only targets supernatural things.
This situation is very similar to that of Zhang Dong after his recovery. Both will only target the ghosts and will not affect the living people.
Because this was the first time he encountered such a fire attack, and the original work did not introduce much about Li Qingzhi, Zhang Hao was still quite wary of this kind of fire.
According to the situation of the Seven Elders, each of them has more or less time-oriented means.
Headless ghosts and tall male corpses are Li Qingzhi’s defensive methods, so this kind of fire should be his offensive methods and ghosts.
"If it can ignite all supernatural beings, will even the restarted supernatural beings be ignited and blocked?" Zhang Hao had already made a decision while thinking in his heart.
Eerie echoes in the ghost world, and suddenly three white curtains fell from the sky, trapping three Li Qingzhi dolls respectively.
Bai Lian has a supernatural power that no one can understand. The moment Bai Lian comes into contact with the dolls, the dolls lose their movement.
“Be careful, those white curtains blend into the supernatural power of the coffin nails and the shroud.”
At this time, Old Ghost Wu also dispelled the erosion of Yang Jian’s body by the ghost lake. Several puppets noticed the loss of movement and warned.
Although he and Zhang Youhong don't deal with each other, he is not someone who can't distinguish the big and small of things.
Old ghost Wu seems to know a lot of information. He can quickly give out information about many things just by looking at them briefly, giving everyone an information advantage.
With the advantage of information, you can know how to deal with the enemy better.
For a time, Sister Hong and Old Ghost Wu showed signs of suppressing Zhang Hao.
The terrifying knocks on the door kept ringing, and the previous sixteen puppets had now reached twenty-seven.
"Play infinite superposition with me?"
Zhang Hao looked at Zhang Youhong, not too worried in his eyes.
If there are twenty-six puppets with memories of their original bodies, then Zhang Hao really has no way to deal with them.
But what Zhang Youhong summoned after all was just a puppet, and they could only act on instinct.
Even if Zhang Youhong can personally control some of the puppets to attack, it is no weaker than the control of the real Seventh Elder himself.
But Zhang Youhong is only one person after all. Unless she concentrates her attention on a few puppets, she will not be able to use all the puppets' supernatural powers.
On the muddy grave soil, wet lake water kept appearing.
The ghost lake can form a lake, and now Zhang Hao plans to release the ghost lake.
After using the ghosts to change the terrain to a certain extent, a lake stretching for hundreds of miles soon appeared in the center of Dadong.
Above the lake, as the water rolled, the figures of men came out one after another.
As soon as these men walked out, they attacked the puppets controlled by Zhang Youhong.
The emergence of the ghost lake also isolated the attacks of these captains.
Once the terrifying lake water is contaminated, it can sink most of the supernatural beings and pull them into the depths of the lake.
The moment the green ghost fire comes into contact with the ghost lake, it will be pulled into the bottom of the lake, leaving only a gray light at the bottom of the lake, making the lake even more weird.
When the figure at Han Mo's feet attacked Zhang Hao, the moment he stepped on the lake water, he would be immediately pulled into the lake water and sink completely.
Ghost wind blows on the lake, but even the seemingly invisible wind will be pulled into the depths of the lake after contacting the lake.
On the contrary, these cold and strong winds made the ghost lake become more choppy, and whirlpools rose on the surface of the lake.
The rolled up waves may contaminate everyone at any time.
As for Liu San, facing this lake, Liu San didn’t even have the ability to fight.
He has no ghosts and no means of attacking from a distance.
In front of such a lake that can sink all supernatural beings, Liu San cannot launch an attack at all. His paper man will sink immediately once he steps into the lake.
These paper figures are not very scary. They mainly rely on the superposition of paper figures to launch attacks. However, once they sink into the lake, they will soon lose their supernatural power and cannot be superimposed at all.
"The dead should die in peace, instead of getting involved in the current affairs!"
Zhang Hao looked at Old Ghost Wu, and hit the human skull stick in his hand in the direction of him, and then a cloud of water rose up from the lake. The waves swept up Old Ghost Wu and pulled him into the lake.
The black and white ghosts invaded Yang Jian's body again, and the white mourning clothes emerged on Yang Jian's body, replacing his existence.
"The dead should be forgotten and should not come out to find a sense of existence."
As the black and white invaded Yang Jian's body, everyone only felt that they recognized Wu Laogui. Knowledge becomes increasingly blurry.
The soul-calling incense used by He Yin'er to summon the soul of Old Ghost Wu was also rapidly dissipating at a speed visible to the naked eye at this time.
Several old objects left over from the previous generation in He Yin'er's hands began to turn black and white at this time, as if they had been invaded by some unknown supernatural being.
Soon, as the soul-calling incense was completely burned out, the things in He Yin'er's hands also turned into powder.
"Who is the dead soul who just helped us?"
At this moment, everyone seems to have forgotten the existence of Old Ghost Wu, and all traces he left in this world have been erased Go, including all records and memories about him.
The horror of black and white ghosts is completely revealed at this moment.
This is a supernatural power that has a great influence on the dead souls, because he can make everything pass away, erase all traces of the dead souls, and make these dead souls be forgotten faster.
“You want to use the Seventh Elder to deal with me? But are you a little too confident?”
Zhang Hao looked at Sister Hong. Although the other party can copy and superimpose the Seventh Elder’s supernatural powers, .
But at this moment, it seems that she has reached her upper limit. After stacking the number of copied Seven Elders to sixty-four, she can no longer continue to stack them.
Although the sixty-four Seven Elders, even if they cannot fully exert 60% of their supernatural powers, they are still enough to solve 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 copy a clone with 60% of his own supernatural power through the ghost lake.
Compared with Sister Hong’s limited superposition, Zhang Hao’s superposition is infinite.
"Hahaha! Sure enough, I should have locked you in that room without leaving any room for it."
"It's a pity that Zhang Baihua, that old stubborn man, refused to believe what I said, allowing a ghost like you to grow up and become as wise as a human being."
Sister Hong's face was ugly, and four pillars appeared in her hand. Incense, quickly light them up.
Then Sister Hong took out half of the incense that had been lit.
Although this incense stick is only half a piece, for Zhang Youhong, this incense can bring her far greater help than the other four sticks of incense.
This is the incense created by the first generation of spiritualists.
Both the supernatural power contained in the incense and its resistance to other supernatural beings are much higher than other soul-calling incense.
"Hey, what happened? We old men have to go out together."
An old voice sounded, and several old people came out of the smoke after the soul-calling incense was lit. Walked out.
"Zhang Youhong? You actually started it on your own initiative? 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 revealed A look of astonishment.
"It really can't be solved by me."
Sister Hong nodded and pointed to Zhang Hao not far away and the lake stretching for hundreds of miles at his feet.
“This ghost has already reached the level we are, and it still has the ability to be infinitely derived.”
“Although there are still flaws, the derived individuals are only 60% supernatural, but This situation is precisely the most troublesome for me. "
As the reincarnation of Zhang Youhong, Sister Hong has inherited Zhang Youhong's supernatural powers in the Puppet Man series, but she has not completely inherited all her supernatural powers.
With Zhang Youhong's own strength, she is naturally not afraid of infinite derivatives with flaws like Zhang Hao's.
The problem is that Sister Hong cannot achieve infinite superposition. Although her superposition is terrifying, there is an upper limit.
This situation is similar to Yang Jian who forcibly superimposed ghost eyes. His own terrifying strength cannot withstand the use of the powerful ghost method after development.
"I see, if so, it is indeed a bit troublesome."
Luo Wensong nodded, and the moment he nodded, he had already launched the attack.
The doors of the buildings in the city that had sunk into the lake were torn apart, and at this time they floated out strangely, floating on the lake.
Countless doors appeared, completely blocking the lake, allowing everyone to move freely on the lake without falling into the lake.
“Dong, dong, dong!”
Horrifying and strange knocking sounds came from behind countless doors, as if someone was knocking on the door underwater.
“Let’s do it quickly, we don’t have much time.”
Meng Xiaodong glanced at everyone, threw out a puppet in his hand, and then walked in the direction of Zhang Hao.
As she moved forward, she quickly disappeared from reality, as if she had entered some strange and incomprehensible area.
(End of this chapter)