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Chapter 439 The Republic of China! Supernatural Silencing and Account Banning Techniques! (Seeking monthly tickets and subscriptions!) (12)

Ghost train.

Outside the car window, there were endless mountain ranges and the setting sun.

Inside the car, terrifying ghosts lay scattered on the ground.

Unlike the bus, once inside the carriage, all the evil spirits began to revive and were no longer suppressed.

Their target, of course, was Bosch Sho, the only living person in the carriage.

After the lights flickered a few times, the vengeful ghosts lay scattered on the ground. Zhuang Boshi sat on the back of one of the emaciated ghosts, resting his chin on his hand as he pondered.

What exactly are the three deities that Yang Jian mentioned, and in which dynasty do they exist?
Yang Jian didn't know.

Only the self who was deeply entangled in history in the previous reincarnation knows.

But Bosch had already made some guesses about one of them.

The blood-red cross on the back of his hand was faintly visible. If there were three vengeful ghosts in the world who could be called gods, then the Ghost God would surely be one of them.

However, according to von Trein, the last time the Ghost God appeared in the world was at the end of the Qing Dynasty.

How to awaken, and how to fall asleep again.

No one knows, as if that period of history has been deliberately concealed, and even the seven elders of the previous generation during the Republic of China era knew very little about it.

To completely imprison the "Demon God," one must go to the late Qing Dynasty.

The Republic of China era was just the first stop for him.

On the one hand, he needed to find out the specific identities of these three ghosts, and on the other hand, he didn't have any ghost money from earlier times.

In modern times, he has already thoroughly explored the concepts of wishing ghosts and haunted cabinets.

Since no other supernatural phenomena could be found to replace them in a short period of time, the plan was to travel to the Republican era, find these two ghosts, and then use them to travel to an even earlier era.

He hoped that the desolate mountain scenery outside the window could soothe the raging thoughts in his mind.

Outside the window, the setting sun appears and disappears in the sky, drifting among the dark clouds.

The sunlight cast a rotten, dim yellow hue onto the cliffs rising from the earth.

This is an extremely unusual sight.

Because this sunset has been hanging in the sky for at least three hours.

The view outside the window remained the same, repeating itself endlessly.

Zhuang Boshi looked up and saw that, without him noticing, the gently rising hillside was covered with black spider lilies.

Why are there such strange spider lilies in this strange ghost realm?

Zhuang Boshi frowned slightly.

Any unusual occurrence here represents a risk.

It won't let itself just peacefully return to the past.

As his thoughts raced through his mind, a series of delicate, clear bell sounds quietly entered his ears.

Jingle bells, jingle bells…

Within his sight, a figure dressed in a black robe, holding a banner adorned with wind chimes, was walking towards the mountaintop.

The bells swayed in the wind, making a tinkling sound.

She faced the train, her body still, but her head moved with the train.

No, more accurately, it's about staring at oneself inside the train carriage!

The train sped past that hillside.

Clatter...

I heard a sound that made my teeth ache.

Images of desolation, coldness, vastness, and barrenness rushed into his heart, bringing with them swirling gusts of cold wind.

Just as the train came closest to the figure in the black robe, it shed its heavy robe, revealing a naked body beneath. The pale skin was covered in wrinkles, like a human skin that had been soaking in water for who knows how long!
It chuckled, its clear, ringing sound like the clinking of silverware, a sound that tugs at your heartstrings.

"Finally found you—"

boom!
The entire train felt as if it had been violently struck by something invisible.

Suddenly, everything in the carriage fell to the ground with a crash.

A strange whistle sounded.

The train inevitably began to slow down.

Zhuang Boshi did not move, his legs firmly planted in the ground, holding a crimson spear burning with golden-red flames.

The female ghost on the mountain peak suddenly shook her head!
It fell off my neck.

It rolled to the front of the train.

Her hair transformed into a waterfall of long hair, which, amidst the howling wind, suddenly billowed out, obscuring the dark, cloud-covered sky and enveloping the train on the silent plateau!

Like strands of hair, they fluttered and embraced the train below!

Among the countless strands of black hair, the head became enormous, with a gaping maw of abyss opening, ready to swallow the train whole.

"not good!!"

A glint flashed in Zhuang Boshi's eyes, but he did not make a move immediately.

If we take action now, the vehicle will definitely go out of control, and we'll end up in an era that's completely unpredictable!
It's very likely that its purpose is to force itself to take action!

Zhuang Boshi charged forward, and along the way, the ghostly passengers rushed towards him, but he easily pinned them down.

In just a few seconds, he rushed to the front carriage and was about to burst into the driver's cab.

“Don’t go, benefactor.”

A fierce ghost resembling a gray-robed monk suddenly appeared at the door of the driver's cab.

It stretched out its hand to block it.

A vengeful ghost with intelligence?!
Zhuang Boshi did not respond and drove the coffin nail directly into the hole, but the coffin nail seemed to pass through the shadow.

Empty!
He saw Bosch Zhuang and a smile appeared on his face.

"not now."

"Come to me."

"The seventeenth year of the Tianbao era."

"Remember to come find me!"

The gray-robed ghost had a hoarse and eerie voice, like the creaking sound of an old wooden door being pushed open.

Just as Zhuang Boshi was about to rush into the driver's seat without a care, the gray-robed monk pushed him away.

Zhuang Boshi was then struck by an irresistible force and slammed into the carriage.

A piercing scream, distorting space and time, tore at his eardrums, and the car door behind him shattered in the turbulent airflow.

Bosch Shoji fell out of the train.

In that instant, the ghost train crashed violently into the vengeful spirit.

boom!
The train seemed to have crashed into a mountain, but the vengeful ghost was also shrunken by the impact and let out a shrill scream.

Both perished.

The world started spinning.

Then came an indescribable rotation of light and shadow.

When visibility returned, what came into view was a sheer cliff.

"Bang" sound.

Zhuang Boshi crashed straight into a mountain peak, the enormous impact shattering the entire mountain into pieces.

The grayish-white mountain rocks shattered into millions of fragments during the violent impact.

Zhuang Boshi rose rather disheveled from the rubble, his divine eyes scanning all directions.

The monks, the giant demons, the mountains, and the train all vanished!

He fell out of the time tunnel and went back to the past!
But what era is this?!

He pondered to himself, his eyes flickered slightly as he looked down the mountain, and then instantly leaped and landed in front of him.

On the mountain path, two Miao people wearing felt hats and straw hats were prostrate on the ground, their foreheads hitting the earth heavily.

"Mountain God, please calm your anger!!"

"Mountain God, my grandfather has always done good deeds, please spare him!!"

The young girl, Ah Zhen, stared in terror at the churning black clouds atop the mountain, muttering scriptures she couldn't understand.

This is a village in the Daliang Mountains of Sichuan. Azhen's mother died early, and she and her father depended on each other for survival since childhood, making a living by going up the mountain to collect medicinal herbs and logging.

Life was very hard, but they managed to survive. Her grandfather even sent her to town to teach some characters.

For this, the old man paid the price with several pheasants.

Ah Zhen was overjoyed and followed her father up the mountain to chop firewood, thinking she would catch another chicken to nourish her grandfather. Amidst the singing of mountain songs, the summit of Xiaoniu Mountain suddenly collapsed, as if the mountain god had become enraged.

The father and several uncles turned pale instantly. The uncles scrambled down the mountain, while the father hurriedly led her to kneel and kowtow repeatedly.

Pray for the mountain god's forgiveness.

In her panic, Ah Zhen was filled with doubt. She had heard her teacher say that there were no gods or ghosts in this world, and that she should believe in Mr. Democracy and Mr. Science.

But at this moment, can Mr. Democracy and Mr. Science explain all that is happening before their eyes?

A nameless fear arose in her bewildered heart. Could it be that gods really exist in this world?
"This is where?"

A strange yet steady voice suddenly rang out in front of them.

Ah Zhen came to her senses and looked up to see a tall, handsome young man slowly floating down from the sky.

His eyes gleamed with a divine light, and there was a vertical line between his brows.

Its appearance was somewhat similar to the statue of the deity in the Erlang Temple in the town.

The father was so frightened that he was completely terrified and could only kowtow repeatedly.

Only Ah Zhen, though trembling, mustered the courage to say, "It's Liangshan, Liangshan in Sichuan."

Daliang Mountain.

Dr. Zhuang looked down at them and said, "Get up, don't kneel."

Ah Zhen breathed a sigh of relief and quickly helped her limp and powerless father up.

Zhuang Boshi frowned. The middle-aged man in front of him, who was in his forties or fifties, had a braided hairstyle, while the young girl next to him had only short hair.

Was it delivered at the wrong time?
Did they send me to the Qing Dynasty?
The ghost train can only guarantee delivery to July 17th of a certain year, but it doesn't know which year's July 17th, not to mention that there was just an accident.

"Do you know what year it is now?" Dr. Zhuang asked.

Ah Zhen shook her head blankly.

Zhuang Boshi then asked in a different way: "Is the Manchu emperor still on the throne in Beijing?"

Ah Zhen thought for a moment and said, "I heard from the schoolteacher that the emperor seems to be gone."

"However, there are rumors circulating outside that Commander-in-Chief Yuan may want to become emperor."

A landmark event!
Okay, 1915!
The original plan was to go to the era of the Seven Elders in the late Republic of China, when they were at their peak, so that they could take advantage of their influence to complete many arrangements.

But unexpectedly, they were sent to an even earlier era.

Who exactly is that monk?
Although he tried to stop me at the time, I now think that he may not have had any ill intentions towards me.

If the train really hit that vengeful ghost, who knows where it would be thrown?

If one gets lost in history, then there is truly no one to turn to for help.

The seventeenth year of the Tianbao era of the Tang Dynasty.

However, it seems that the seventeenth year of the Tianbao era did not actually exist in history.

The fifteenth year of the Tianbao era was the last year of the Tianbao reign. In that year, Tongguan and Chang'an fell, Emperor Xuanzong abdicated, and the glorious Tang Dynasty came to an end.

So where exactly is this seventeenth year of the Tianbao era?

Sho Bosch suppressed the thoughts that kept surfacing; the most important thing at the moment was to complete the mission of this era.

Looking at these two people who were so frightened they were almost unconscious.

He took out a gold bar from his spatial bracelet, thought for a moment, then crushed the gold bar into gold beans and put them in Ah Zhen's cloth bag, saying, "Don't flaunt your wealth. Take these and find a reliable person to exchange them for some household expenses."

"be careful."

After saying that, Zhuang Boshi soared into the sky and left.

"A god, a god!"

Ah Zhen's father rolled his eyes and fainted again, leaving Ah Zhen standing there motionless.

After a long while, the father slowly woke up. When he saw Ah Zhen, he said with some relief, "Ah Zhen, I just had a dream. I dreamed that a fairy appeared and gave us a bag of gold beans."

Ah Zhen hesitantly pulled out a handful of gold beans and said, "Father, that wasn't a dream."

"Receiving a piece of gold from the gods will shorten one's lifespan by ten years!"

"This money is unacceptable!!"

Upon hearing this, the father looked at the gold and then at the shattered mountain peak, and with a creak, he fainted again.
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Zhuang Boshi flew at full speed, exceeding the third cosmic velocity, and soon arrived above Dachang City.

What comes into view are low wooden houses, with almost no trace of industrialization.

Moreover, because Dachang City is located at a major north-south transportation route and is a strategic location fought over by military strategists, it has been the site of numerous wars in recent years. Now, due to the National Protection Movement in the south, many soldiers are moving around in the city, and cannons have been brought up to the city walls, creating a scene reminiscent of an impending storm.

Although the Xinhai Revolution had been successful for five years, many people still retained Qing Dynasty attire.

Of course, as the birthplace of the revolution, Dachang City already had many gentlemen in suits and ladies in Western-style dresses.

Occasionally, you can see a few black steamships sailing slowly on the river, with Union Jack flags flying on their sails.

The British Empire, on which the sun never sets, is still Britain.

Bosch looked westward.

The two major groups are still locked in a fierce battle, fighting each other so badly their brains are practically popping out of their sockets.

And von Trein is probably still hiding in the trenches on the Western Front.

It seems I still need to go and complete that cycle.

After arriving in Dachang City, Zhuang Boshi transformed himself, donning a top hat and monocle, and dressed as a Westernized person who had returned from overseas.

But when he saw that the address, which should have been an old house from the Republican era, was now a newspaper office, he almost lost his composure.

"Damn it, I'm too early."

Zhuang Boshi cursed inwardly and took a deep breath.

The owner of the haunted house is very mysterious, and even the Seven Elders don't know much about him.

However, the Seven Elders later maintained frequent contact with him, and the owner of the old house even gifted Zhang Youhong a wooden peg.

It seems the owner of the old house hasn't come out yet, let alone the haunted wardrobe.

At this moment, a newsboy rushed out of the newspaper office, waving a newspaper and shouting: "Extra! Extra! Commander-in-Chief Yuan will soon be performing a sacrificial ceremony at the Temple of Heaven and declaring himself emperor."

"Ambassadors from many countries have expressed their support!"

"Cai Songpo declared Yunnan independent, led his army on a northern expedition, and defended the Republic!"

"Five more southern provinces have joined the National Protection Movement!"

"A major war between the North and South is imminent."

"After five years of republicanism, countless patriots sacrificed their lives, yet we have fallen to this state!"

After seeing the newspaper, a group of passionate young people publicly denounced Yuan Shikai in the street.

Call him a traitor who stole the country's wealth!

Meanwhile, another group of middle-aged men wearing melon-shaped hats rushed over and shouted, "The imperial system is a five-thousand-year-old Chinese tradition, how can it be changed overnight?"

"The restoration of the imperial system is an inevitable trend!"

The two groups started hurling insults at each other in the street, and more and more ordinary people gathered to watch the spectacle.

Surprisingly, there were quite a few passersby standing behind the man in the melon-shaped hat, indicating that the idea of ​​establishing a constitutional monarchy was quite popular.

Dr. Zhuang sighed with emotion, for this was the birthplace of the revolutionary uprising.

If you move to those remote mountain valleys, people are probably more used to having an emperor above them.

Seeing that they couldn't win the argument, the students became enraged and began to name names and hurl insults: "Yuan Xiangcheng is a despicable villain, a traitor who stole the country, and he will surely die a horrible death!!"

Just then, a cold wind blew across the road.

A street lamp hung on a utility pole at the end of the alley, stubbornly emitting a pitiful light.

Suddenly, the lights went out, and when they came back on, a figure was standing there.

The figure was very tall, and from any angle, it always appeared to be facing away from the crowd.

Even with people coming and going on the street, no one noticed this strange figure.

But Bosch Zhuang is all too familiar with it!
This bastard forced himself into a deep sleep for several minutes.

A wishing ghost!!

Suddenly, the students who had been speaking so righteously turned pale and covered their mouths as if they couldn't breathe.

Soon, the men collapsed to the ground, bleeding from all seven orifices, and died instantly.

The coffin nails shot by Zhuang Boshi only shattered that figure.

It's obvious that this wishing ghost is just a supernatural projection.

Zhuang Boshi was stunned.

Hold the grass? !
Banning posts is less effective than banning people!
Yuan Xiangcheng, you didn't control the wishing ghost just for the sake of censorship, did you?

(End of this chapter)