Infinity: Our Zhongzhou team is really amazing!

Chapter 429 Zhang Bohua and Luo Wensong get on the bus!
"Where to go next?"

Looking at the various expressions on the faces of the senior members of the family, Old Qin could no longer maintain his calm demeanor.

One word from Xiao Qin, another word from a dark history!

He felt that his seniority was getting lower and lower, and he dared not rely on his age to act superior.

"Xiao Qin, let's go to Zhongjiang City."

Li Qingzhi said directly, "Zhang Bohua is in Zhongjiang City. He is the one in the best condition among us."

The bus is becoming more and more lively, with at least a group of elderly people on board. Some are doing farm work, some are shopping at the market, and some are chopping wood. It's become like a normal bus.

The effect of gathering all three elders is quite obvious; at least on this bus, anyone who dares to block the way will die.

Even the most terrifying ghosts are no match for a few highly refined and accomplished predecessors.

Several of the ghosts that Zhuang Boshi found troublesome were buried by Luo Qianfen's soil, and then fell to the ground with a flash of light. The divided ghosts quickly fell silent.

Even if there is a vengeful ghost that seems to have come from the underworld and has the ability to restart.

Zhuang Boshi didn't understand what had happened.

Meng Xiaodong went over and dealt with the ghost.

Just moments ago, a row of hanged ghosts were still hanging outside the bus window, but Li Qingzhi simply swung his knife.

He chopped down a whole row of hanged ghosts across the bus.

It was the machete in his hand that truly revealed its sharpness.

With this level of combat power, Zhuang Boshi really wanted to peel the ghostly shadow off Yang Jian and return it to Li Qingzhi.

In the blink of an eye, the bus arrived in Zhongjiang City, an old neighborhood slated for demolition. The bus suddenly appeared in front of a traditional Chinese medicine shop.

Similarly, the area within a kilometer of this traditional Chinese medicine shop is now heavily guarded by security forces.

This old, dilapidated Chinese medicine shop was exceptionally cold and dark. Even at midday when the sun was blazing, not much light could penetrate it, giving it an eerie atmosphere.

The faded shop sign sent a chill down my spine.

Da Hong Chinese Medicine Shop.

An old man sat in a reclining chair by the door, fanning himself with a palm leaf fan; he had been sitting there for who knows how long.

Zhang Bohua, the most stable of the seven elders, was already waiting at the door.

Zhang Bohua had a premonition that he would run into several old friends today.

But I never expected to run into a car full of old friends.

"You..." Zhang Bohua opened his mouth.

He saw Li Qingzhi playing with his head like a ball, Meng Xiaodong who looked forty years old again, and Luo Qian with a gloomy and unhappy expression.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Zhang Bohua smiled and said, "I never thought I'd be alive to see you all again."

“Life is unpredictable, Bohua,” Li Qingzhi sighed.

Zhang Bohua looked at Zhuang Boshi: "May I ask what brings you here, young friend?"

The situation in Zhongjiang City is much better than in other cities; at least no particularly terrifying ghosts have appeared.

Dr. Zhuang said, "Old Zhang, the world is now like a prison, a time of vengeful ghosts. People are dying every moment. We need you to help us stop this calamity."

Li Qingzhi said, "Zhang Dong said that if we are alive, we need to take action."

"Is it already that critical?"

Zhang Baihua sighed and said, "A few days ago, a terrifying ghost appeared in Zhongjiang City."

"He looks like a Taoist priest. As long as someone remembers him, no matter how far away they are, he will cut them down with a single sword stroke."

The Ghost Taoist is another kind of vengeful ghost I've never heard of before.

Meng Xiaodong frowned and said, "It's another vengeful ghost spreading from memories."

The vengeful ghosts in my memory, whether they are ghost paintings or half of Shen Lin's corpse, are all extremely terrifying.

“It’s not a memory, but an impression,” Zhang Bohua said, shaking his head.

"Whether it's his voice, his image, or even a glimpse of his appearance, just thinking about anything related to it will trigger a pattern of murder."

"The inescapable law of killing."

"Another S-class vengeful ghost." Zhuang Boshi frowned.

However, judging from the relatively peaceful state of Zhongjiang City, this ghost should be imprisoned.

Zhang Bohua said somewhat apologetically, "I finally managed to capture it with great difficulty. But I myself suffered considerable injuries, I'm afraid—"

“It’s no big deal.” Zhuang Boshi placed his hand on Zhang Bohua’s wrist.

The reversal technique combined with the infusion of true essence forcibly extended his life by two months.

Traces of the evolution potion were also found in Zhang Bohua's body. The seven elders were able to maintain a certain level of activity in the modern era, even exceeding their original lifespan limits, thanks in large part to the evolution potion.

"Young friend, your skill in bringing the dead back to life is far beyond my reach," Zhang Bohua exclaimed.

As a member of a family of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners, he could clearly feel that his body had recovered considerably, and that his lifespan would be extended by at least one year without the use of supernatural powers.

"Let's save time, get in the car quickly." Without saying another word, Zhuang Boshi pulled Zhang Baihua into the car.

Old Qin asked wearily, "Is the next stop the old house?"

Zhuang Boshi shook his head: "A family should be together. Luo Wensong hasn't been resurrected yet."

Everyone's expressions turned strange.

"I've already asked Zhang Xianguang to handle the Ghost Post Office matter. Now I'm going to Japan to bring Lao Luo back, and then I'll make one last trip to Taiping Ancient Town to borrow a soul summoner."

Old Qin sighed and stepped on the gas again.

He drove more cars in one day than he had in the previous ten years.

Having left the ghost realm, the senior citizen tour group soon arrived in Japan.

Unfortunately, what awaited them was not a hospitable Japanese tour guide, but a pack of demons!

In Japan today, exorcism societies have been overwhelmed by a resurgence of vengeful spirits.

They didn't even have time to send out a cry for help before the last remaining supernatural forces in Japan were silently wiped out.

The bus drove through Tokyo in the real world, so calling this the real world would be an oversimplification.

At least a hundred or so vengeful ghosts have been killed in the bus crash.

Through the bus window, Hiroshi Sho saw Tokyo submerged by floodwaters.

And thousands of terrifying ghosts wandering in the flood.

“These Japanese people are truly pitiful,” Li Qingzhi sighed.

"Back then, we followed our elder brother to Nagasaki and fought against demon tamers from eight countries. What a glorious moment that was!"

“That was the glory of the eldest brother.” Luo Qian’s mouth seemed to be laced with venom: “You and Luo Wensong were almost killed by the Ghost Knights of North America.”

"Hahaha." Li Qingzhi chuckled. "You're right. If it weren't for our elder brother, how could we have forced the heroes of that era to work together?"

“Returning to this familiar place, Japan has become a ghost town on earth,” Zhang Bohua said.

Luo Qian utterly loathed the surging seawater. "This seawater is also a kind of supernatural entity, the ghost realm of some terrifying and vengeful spirit."

Meng Xiaodong looked eastward: "They should be vengeful ghosts that wandered over from the country across the sea."

"If this island hadn't stopped them, these vengeful ghosts would probably have already landed on the mainland."

Zhuang Boshi said, "I'm afraid there aren't even ten million living people left in all of Japan."

"Moreover, most of the living people have already moved to Hokkaido, but it's only a matter of time before that place falls."

“He deserved it,” Li Qingzhi said gloatingly.

As a ghost-controller during the Republic of China era, Li Qingzhi couldn't say whether he hated the Japanese more or the vengeful ghosts more.

"Back then, we followed Zhang Dong and set a rule with the world's top ghost tamers in Japan. We defeated fifty of the world's top ghost tamers in a row. How spirited we were! But now—" Zhang Bohua sighed.

"If we cannot solve the paranormal disasters, Japan's present situation may become our future situation."

Zhang Bohua is right. Japan's nearly 100 million people have delayed the many evil spirits that were traveling from the sea to the mainland.

Once the vengeful ghosts have killed all the Japanese, they will join forces with the vengeful ghosts from Japan itself to land on the mainland. The situation will be very different then.

Zhuang Boshi didn't have time to deal with these terrifying things right now; he had finally found Luo Wensong, or rather, the door-knocking ghost.

Among all the vengeful ghosts in Japan, the dismembered, supernatural knocking ghost isn't really that terrifying.

Without saying a word, they detained him and forcibly put him in the car.

that's it.

Six of the seven elders have been gathered together.

However, inside the carriage, everyone stared strangely at the emaciated old man nailed to a coffin.

"Luo Wensong, I never expected we would meet like this. Life is truly unpredictable," Luo Qian laughed.

Zhang Baihua chuckled: "Don't get angry with this ghost."

"Why should I get angry with him?" Luo Qian snorted.

"Who is he?"

"Alright," Meng Xiaodong quickly advised, "These are all ancient records from a hundred years ago. What's the point of bringing them up now? It would only make us a laughingstock to the younger generation."

Old Qin was covered in sweat.

"How is it? Have we arrived yet?" Zhuang Boshi kept urging.

Zhan Lan and her team were almost at their limit; the numbers on their wristwatches were still steadily declining.

"Alright, stop bragging. Driving this car also consumes spiritual energy," Old Qin said helplessly.

He had just entered Japan, a land of a hundred demons, and had spent a great deal of effort trying to avoid some troublesome and vengeful spirits along the way.

In addition, accidentally entering some terrifying ghost realms and having to restart to leave also depleted his energy.
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Thunder rumbled in Taiping Ancient Town.

"He Liansheng!!!"

"come out!!"

He Liansheng's hand, which was handling the teapot, trembled, and he spilled the entire pot of tea all over himself. His face turned green and then black in an instant.

The seamstress and the ferryman looked at He Liansheng with strange expressions.

"You still have friends outside?"

"How dare you call me by my name! What kind of old dog is this!" He Liansheng's old face flushed with anger. What an impolite ghost tamer!
The recent resurgence of Ghost Lake has been a major headache, and he has spent a lot of effort to prevent Taiping Ancient Town from being submerged by it.

His granddaughter, He Yin'er, also perished inside, and he was trying to figure out how to get her out.

Meanwhile, the vengeful spirits deep within Ghost Street began to erode outwards, and they could hardly stop them. They could only lure the ghosts of Ghost Street into Ghost Lake, but Ghost Lake went out of control, and a large number of vengeful spirits crawled out, which was a very difficult situation.

He Liansheng was discussing with a few old guys in Taiping Ancient Town how to get his granddaughter out of trouble when a sudden shout almost scared him to death.

"Go and see for yourself!" the fat tailor said with a strange grin.

Although they often have disagreements, they will definitely unite when faced with an external enemy.

In an era when the older generation has all passed away, someone actually dared to provoke Taiping Ancient Town.

Young people these days are far too arrogant.

Just as they surged out, they saw a group of seven people standing on Ghost Street, while all the vengeful ghosts that came and went had been buried in the graves.

An extremely terrifying black ghost emerged from the depths of Ghost Street and was quickly submerged by a grave mound.

A man stands with his hands behind his back in front of a grave mound.

Around him, rows of small, glowing graves stood on Ghost Street, clearly burying almost all the ghosts on the street.

"Oh, you've come together!" The seamstress was about to call out when He Liansheng grabbed her arm tightly.

The seamstress turned her head and saw that He Liansheng's face was as pale as paper.

With just one glance, He Liansheng was terrified, stammering, "Brother Luo Qianluo."

His body trembled: "Brother Li... Brother Zhang..."

Li Qingzhi and Zhang Bohua smiled but said nothing.

He Liansheng certainly recognized some of them; he had a close relationship with Luo Qian, but he had also met the other thugs before!

When he first debuted, the Seven Elders had already dominated an era.

What happened today? Why are all these older people out here?

Luo Qian slowly turned his head and gave him a cold look: "You guys are really something, making Ghost Street so desolate."

"waste!"

Called a good-for-nothing, the usually arrogant He Liansheng didn't dare utter a word in rebuttal. He lowered his head and said tremblingly, "You...you're not dead."

"He's dying soon," Luo Qian said coldly.

He Liansheng lowered his head and said, "You, you're joking."

"What brings you here?"

Zhuang Boshi clasped his hands and said, "He Liansheng, the soul summoner, we have come here specifically to ask you to summon the soul of someone."

Luo Qian snorted coldly: "Hurry up and summon the soul!"

"No problem! Brother Luo's business is my business!" He Liansheng patted his chest immediately.

His face immediately fell, as if he had something difficult to say: "My granddaughter is trapped in Ghost Lake. Brother Luo, could you lend a hand?"

"Is she your granddaughter?" Zhuang Boshi said with a smile. "She's been rescued."

At this moment, Meng Xiaodong slowly emerged from the air, carrying a wet young woman in her hand: "Soul summoner, your descendants are quite lucky, they have mastered forty percent of the ghost lake's supernatural power."

"But that's the limit, otherwise the supernatural power within her will completely go out of balance."

He Liansheng quickly took his granddaughter and thanked them profusely.

"Sister Meng, Brother Luo, thank you so much."

"Stop babbling," Luo Qian said impatiently, pointing at the knocking ghost. "Summon his soul for me."

As he spoke, he tossed a black robe to He Liansheng.

"It hasn't been washed in so many years, I wonder if it smells bad."

He Liansheng dared not ask any more questions.

Holding the black robe in his hands, he began to summon the soul.

The more terrifying the existence, the greater the risk of losing control after summoning the spirit. If a terrifying vengeful ghost is summoned, it might even want to kill the person who summoned the spirit.

But he doesn't dare to refuse now.

Soon, an illusory old man in a black robe appeared.

The old man was wearing a retro long gown, his face was full of wrinkles, his dark brown skin was covered with terrible lividity, and his empty, numb eyes had no life in them.

His eyes focused: "Luo Qian?!"

Then, he turned his attention to the remaining few old men.

"Heh, I was wondering who sent the old ghost from Taiping Ancient Town to summon my spirit. Li Qingzhi, Meng Xiaodong, Zhang Bohua, are you all too bored with your lives?"

"Do you really have to call me out?"

Upon hearing this, Zhuang Boshi almost burst out laughing.

No wonder Li Qingzhi, Meng Xiaodong, and Luo Qian had strange expressions when they saw Luo Wensong being resurrected.

So that's how sharp-tongued she is.

Upon hearing this, He Liansheng immediately led the people of Taiping Ancient Town to hide in the back.

These are all big shots; we can't afford to mess with them.

Luo Qian sneered, "I wonder who was harmed by Zhang Dong's son. It's utterly shameful."

"It's this kid who wants to summon you."

Luo Wensong raised an eyebrow.

"You mean that Zhang Xianguang is trying to kill me?"

Zhuang Boshi carefully examined Luo Wensong; what he had just seen seemed to be a figure from the past invading the present.

As we all know, there is no soul in this world. The spirits of the dead are not souls in the conventional sense. The soul summoner is a person with the ability to manipulate time, more like someone who, while still alive, uses cause and effect and time to summon the person to the present era.

Luo Wensong's current state is that of his final moments before death, having been summoned across time and space, forming a kind of spirit-like existence.

When the time comes, he will disappear.

Zhuang Boshi took out a giant oil painting. Zhang Xianguang was still the post office administrator at this time, and he could still enter the sixth floor.

He took Luo Wensong's oil painting from the sixth floor, hurriedly threw it to Zhuang Boshi, and then went to various places to suppress the rebellion.

"You went to the Ghost Post Office and retrieved my portrait?" Luo Wensong sneered.

"If you want to resurrect me, have you even asked for my consent?!"

Li Qingzhi frowned and said, "Brother Luo, Brother Zhuang is truly acting out of a sense of public duty."

"Brother? Does this kid deserve to be our generation?" Luo Wensong said coldly.

Subsequently.

The nearby streets, windows, and even manhole covers were shaking violently. Although it was only daytime, the surrounding light dimmed, as if a lamp was about to go out.

"Are you serious?" Meng Xiaodong shook his head and stood in front of the group from Taiping Ancient Town.

"This...this..." The seamstress was terrified.

He Liansheng's face turned deathly pale.

He was fortunate enough to witness the Seven Elders in action.

That was a terror on a completely different level from theirs.

"Let me weigh you."

Luo Wensong took a step forward, and a chilling aura spread, with a terrifying supernatural influence affecting the surroundings.

The ground began to collapse and sink, forming large pits that looked like doors.

The pit was pitch black and deep, with no bottom in sight, and it was unknown where it led.

At the same time, the walls of the surrounding ancient town began to peel and collapse, and the outlines of gates began to emerge.

The outlines of these doors are arranged in neat rows, with hundreds of door outlines on just one street.

In addition, this effect spread to the surrounding area at an incredible speed. In just a few seconds, the entire town was riddled with holes and filled with strange "doors".

Luo Wensong planned to use the city gates to block off the area, making it impossible for Zhuang Boshi to escape.

This is going to be a deadly attack!
Compared to Meng Xiaodong's sparring and Luo Qian's counterattack, Zhang Bohua didn't even make a move. Luo Wensong's killing intent was probably the greatest among the seven elders.

All the doors opened instantly.

Opening the door means certain death! Turning off the lights means certain death!

A terrifying, deadly supernatural event: one foot stomping on the other, with the two feet stacking up in a frenzy.

But Zhuang Boshi remained completely still, without even a slight reaction.

Luo Wensong's face stiffened, and he suddenly felt a nameless anger rising within him.

"Kid, you've got some skill!"

"Try this move!"

Luo Wensong struck the air, and immediately a terrifying knocking sound rang out, the endless knocking sound enough to silence any vengeful ghost instantly.

But Bosch remained unresponsive.

Meng Xiaodong laughed: "Don't waste your energy, you can't do anything about him."

Zhuang Boshi's eyes were filled with the spinning bronze gears. He said very politely, "Old Luo, I'm immune to your killing patterns. There's no need to waste any more time."

Just kidding.

Luo Wensong should have assessed himself. Why didn't he adapt to his supernatural abilities sooner? Why did he have to wait until he was at his peak to fight?
In Japan, Bosch Zhuang had long since become accustomed to the ghostly knocking at the door. When he went to the ghost post office to pick up Luo Wensong's oil painting, he also became accustomed to the ghosts that opened the door, turned off the lights, and so on.

The supernatural phenomena surrounding Luo Wensong had no effect on him.

Since Luo Wensong clearly dissected his supernatural experiences, he felt no pressure at all when adapting.

Luo Wensong was somewhat embarrassed.

But he had no other choice; he had no other means. He could only put away the supernatural abilities under the mocking gazes of the old men.

"I'm not someone who can't accept defeat."

"Come on, let me see how you plan to resurrect me!"

(End of this chapter)