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Chapter 440 The Republic of China! Madam, you wouldn't want your husband to die with his eyes wide open, would you? (Happy May Day) (22)

Now that we know the Wishing Ghost is in Yuan Dadudu's hands, we can naturally go and borrow it.

But before that, Bosch needs to find someone.

Zhangdong.

Fortunately, Bosch knew the location of the old house.

Even more fortunately, the old house has not yet become the terrifying haunted place it became in later generations.

The surrounding forests are lush and full of life.

At that moment, there were quite a few people mourning at the entrance of that old house.

Thankfully, it wasn't a terrifying scene of a funeral procession of ghosts; it was a real funeral being held.

At this moment, white lanterns were hanging in the Zhang residence, with two large "奠" (meaning "offering sacrifice") characters clearly printed on them.

Zhuang Boshi wiped his hands, which were stained with blood, and walked towards the door.

Just then, a group of people came out of the Zhang residence.

A thin man said, "General Zhang, what a pity."

"A generation of outstanding Beiyang heroes died at the hands of their own people."

"Those kinds of people, like Long Hu Gou, only know how to protect themselves; only General Zhang dares to speak out for justice."

"Quiet down, the walls may be listening!" another person tugged at his clothes.

"What's there to be afraid of?" the thin man said dismissively.

"You don't believe that just saying a bad word about Commander Yuan will make you bleed from all seven orifices and die, do you?"

"Even if President Yuan has a long reach, how can he control us?"

"I think it's precisely because there are too few people who speak the truth that President Yuan was deceived and thought he could really become emperor and have a taste of being an emperor."

"Now that the southern provinces have all rebelled, I want to see how he will end this."

Another short young man sneered, "How are we going to clean this up?"

"I heard that he is going to hold a grand ceremony to worship Heaven at the Temple of Heaven, to announce his great ambition of becoming emperor to the heavens."

The thin man gritted his teeth: "What era are we living in? Still using that old tricks. The foreigners have already set up their cannons at the door. Do you think the heavens can stop them?"

The short young man said sarcastically, "You know what, the relationship between foreigners and President Yuan is quite unusual."

"The Entente ministers have all expressed their support."

"Hey--"

The thin man walked forward and sighed helplessly, "The country is in dire straits. A man like General Zhang, who had the world at heart, was murdered by a villain."

"While those scheming and despicable people can flaunt their power in the court, when will this ever end?"

"A once-powerful family is now reduced to nothing but orphans and widows. The Zhang family's vast fortune is likely to decline."

As they walked away, the sun was setting and night was approaching, and the large Zhang residence fell into silence.

It seems to have turned into that eerie and terrifying old house again.

However, compared to later generations, the Zhang family's old house at this time did not have as many supernatural auras; he only saw three sources of supernatural activity.

Clean and tidy, the grandeur of this family can still be seen from the details.

Zhuang Boshi went inside, placed a funeral gift at the door, and then went straight to the mourning hall.

In front of the altar set up in the central hall, there were piles of incense, candles, chrysanthemums, and funeral offerings sent by local gentry and elders.

In the center of the mourning hall was a black and white photograph of a very handsome middle-aged man.

A woman with a pale face knelt on one side of the altar.

Several white banners were set up behind her.

Behind the white banner were two children, one tall and one short.

It must be Madam Zhang, Zhang Dong, and Zhang Youhong.

Madam Zhang was dressed in plain clothes and wore a veil. The white veil under the veil moved slightly, making her delicate and pale face appear hazy.

Her face was covered in tears; she must have just been crying.

Zhuang Boshi lowered his head slightly, looked at Madam Zhang kneeling to one side, and said softly, "Madam Zhang, please accept my condolences."

Madam Zhang nodded slightly in return, but then seemed to recall something sad, and tears streamed down her face again. She seemed to be made of water, and her tears gathered on the ground, almost forming a small puddle.

Upon closer inspection, it appears as if there are eyes peering out from the pool.

Seemingly noticing Zhuang Boshi's gaze, Madam Zhang covered her face in a panic.

And she used her skirt to cover the pool.

"My grandfather just passed away. Please forgive me if there is any inadequacy in our hospitality."

The woman sighed softly, her pale face full of fragility.

Zhuang Boshi sensed a familiar, eerie aura in her tears.

Ghost Lake.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Dong's mother was also a ghost tamer, and a ghost tamer who controlled the Ghost Lake.

"Madam Zhang, I admire the general's integrity and uprightness, and I have come here to pay my respects."

"In addition, I have something else to ask you."

"Do you know where that lipstick-colored ghost wardrobe is?"

Upon hearing this, Madam Zhang's gentle eyes instantly sharpened.

She immediately became very polite and distant: "Sir, I don't understand what you're saying. My humble abode is inhabited only by an orphan and a widow. Please allow me not to offer you lodging."

Madam Zhang stood up, nodded slightly in return, and was about to return to the inner hall.

Zhuang Boshi chuckled lightly: "Madam, General Zhang's body is barely cold, you wouldn't want him to die with his eyes open, would you?"

Madam Zhang froze abruptly. She turned around and stared at Zhuang Boshi, her voice sharp and stern: "You're one of Yuan Xiangcheng's men?!"

"Mother, wait!"

A teenager led a four- or five-year-old girl out.

Zhangdong.

Even though his father was murdered, Zhang Dong did not show much grief, and remained calm and composed.

The one next to her must be Zhang Youhong. At this moment, Zhang Youhong is not yet five years old and is at an age where she is still innocent and naive.

"Dong'er, quickly take your sister back!" Madam Zhang said sternly.

At the same time, a pool of water appeared beneath her feet, and the water quickly spread to Zhuang Boshi's feet.

Soon, pale arms rose from the lake, grabbed his legs, and pulled him down.

"Mother, wait!" Zhang Dong quickly urged.

But those ghostly hands tore at it for a while and didn't budge at all; they couldn't even completely soak the man's shoes.

Madam Zhang's expression changed; the lake water that her tears transformed into was terrifying, capable of connecting to a horrifying, supernatural place.

Even the most terrifying ghost would be submerged by this lake.

But this man in front of me couldn't even sink in the lake, and the water couldn't even wet his feet.

"As expected of a ghost tamer, he launched a deadly attack as soon as he asked a question." Zhuang Boshi swept his feet with Samadhi True Fire, and the ghost hands instantly disintegrated.

He said to the widow, who seemed determined to take him down with her, "Madam Zhang, I have no hostility whatsoever."

"I'm here to save you."

Zhuang Boshi casually flicked his wrist, and more than twenty braids with bloodstains and rat tails were flung out.

A black bell was tied to the end of the braid.

Upon seeing this braid, Madam Zhang's face turned even paler: "The Black-Clad Society?"

The Black-Clad Society is the most loyal ghost-controlling force under Yuan Xiangcheng. They are arrogant and domineering, and over the decades they have dealt with countless political enemies for Yuan Xiangcheng.

They were dressed in black, with a wind chime hanging from their braids, making a tinkling sound as they walked. Anyone who heard it felt their heart clench, as if the King of Hell was calling at their door. Zhuang Boshi said, "Just now, these people were sneaking around your residence, looking fierce and carrying sharp weapons. They clearly had ill intentions."

"I'll take care of it for you, Madam."

A ruthless man capable of taking down over twenty members of the Black Organization!

Mrs. Zhang was clearly at a loss for what to do and stood frozen in place.

"Brother, thank you so much for coming to my aid and protecting my home. I, Zhang Dong, will never forget your kindness."

Zhang Dong walked to the front, and his expression was much calmer than his mother's.

"May I ask your surname and given name, and what your relationship is to my father?"

Dr. Zhuang looked at the young version of the Cave Emperor with a playful gaze.

He was already six feet tall, which was considered tall for a boy.

Although his face is still young, he already possesses a certain composure and masterly demeanor.

"My surname is Zhuang."

Zhuang Boshi said, "We've never met before, but I've brought a gift today."

Zhang Dong bowed respectfully and said in a measured tone, "Since you are guests who have come to pay your respects, you should be treated to the finest tea and wine."

“Mother, we should respond to the guest’s request.”

"Please excuse us, guest."

Madam Zhang sighed and fell silent, then held the sleeping Zhang Youhong and put away the ghostly spirits of Ghost Lake.

She knew that her son had always been opinionated and mature beyond his years.

Now that the Zhang family has lost its protection, the burden of the whole family has fallen on his shoulders, but he is only thirteen years old.

Zhang Dong calmly said, "Mr. Zhuang, I have indeed heard of the ghost cabinet that you mentioned that can be traded."

"It is said that my grandfather once met a strange man. The strange man said that in the Peach Blossom Spring of Wuling, there was a red cabinet that could satisfy all transactions."

Peach Blossom Spring.

In later generations, Zhang Xianguang also mentioned this Peach Blossom Spring.

It is said to be the only haunted place in the world that has existed for over a thousand years.

And they have strangely established a symbiotic relationship with the villagers.

The vengeful spirit feeds humans but does not harm them.

Humans who offer sacrifices to evil spirits will not be harmed.

This is also the origin of Zhang Xianguang's Peach Blossom Spring Project.

To suppress the three gods, a method must be found. The vengeful ghost at the source of Peach Blossom Spring is not one of the three gods, but also an extremely powerful ghost.

Zhuang Boshi then asked, "Does Young Master Zhang know if there is a vengeful ghost in the world that can grant wishes?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Dong's expression finally changed. A hint of hatred flashed in his eyes, and he said in a low voice, "Yuan Xiangcheng, he has mastered the Wish Ghost."

Sure enough it was him!

However, for every wish made, a loved one is sacrificed.

Where did Yuan Xiangcheng get so many consumables?

They can even use wishing ghosts to suppress people across the country who speak ill of him.

If this continues, many people will probably start calling him a mysterious figure.

Zhuang Boshi asked curiously, "But as far as I know, when you make a wish to a wishing ghost, each wish requires the lives of your relatives and friends."

“But Yuan Xiangcheng’s brothers and sons are still alive.”

Madam Zhang said, "He has at least four ghosts under his control."

"The most crucial element is the vengeful ghost passed down in the Yuan family. This vengeful ghost curses them, and whenever a member of the Yuan family dies, he will transform into a terrifying vengeful ghost to protect the descendants of the Yuan family, with the direct descendants passing it down in succession."

"Therefore, members of the Yuan family often do not live past the age of sixty. This is only because they have tried every means to delay and share the burden of the curse, which is why they have a lifespan of sixty years."

"But by the time of Yuan Xiangcheng, he had control of another wish-granting ghost."

"A conflict arose between the wish-granting ghost and the family's heirloom ghost. The price of the wish could be paid by the dead members of the Yuan family. Thus, he became the strongest ghost tamer."

“These are all secrets of the Yuan family that my husband told me before he passed away.”

Mrs. Zhang thought of her husband and began to weep secretly again.

I said so.

Zhuang Boshi stroked his chin.

The combination of the Wang family's old ghost curse and the wishing ghost is practically invincible.

The wishing ghost's price is that the family's old ghost has to endure it, but the vengeful ghost won't die.

The curse of the family's vengeful ghost can delay the wish-granting ghost's progress.

He exploited a bug in himself.

Zhuang Boshi then clapped his hands: "Young Master Zhang, your father was killed by Yuan Xiangcheng, which is already a blood feud."

"Would you be willing to come with me to meet Yuan Xiangcheng?"

"I?!"

Zhang Dong showed his bewilderment for the first time as a young boy.

"You wouldn't dare?" Zhuang Boshi asked deliberately.

"What wouldn't I dare!" Zhang Dong's face flushed red, filled with excitement and barely suppressed hatred.

"Avenging one's father is a matter of course!"

“Mr. Zhuang, if you are willing to help me take revenge, I am willing to pay any price.”

“But Yuan Xiangcheng is the number one ghost tamer in East Asia. He not only has hundreds of thousands of Beiyang troops by his side, but also a Black-Clad Society guarding him who can control fierce ghosts.”

"Now he wants to declare himself emperor, the most powerful person in China."

"Mr. Zhuang, why—"

Dr. Zhuang smiled and said, "Because Yuan Xiangcheng has mastered that wish-granting ghost, he is already on the verge of death."

“Okay, then—” Zhang Dong was about to say something.

Madam Zhang grabbed his hand, saying worriedly, "No!"

Zhang Dong turned around and looked at his mother with a determined gaze.

"Mother, don't worry."

"Then please allow me, Mr. Zhuang, to accompany you to the sacrificial ceremony!"

"Hmm?" Zhuang Boshi seemed to be thinking.

"Do you intend to do it yourself?"

"Your supernatural abilities are quite good, but you are no match for Yuan Xiangcheng."

Zhang Dong said nervously, "I have no other request but that you draw away Yuan Xiangcheng's guards so that I can have a chance to fight him one-on-one."

He desperately wanted revenge!

Moreover, Yuan Xiangcheng has now sent assassins to kill them.

Mr. Zhuang was lucky this time, but what about next time?

Does this mean that next time, my mother and younger sister will have to live in constant fear?

"That's impressive!" Zhuang Boshi clapped his hands and exclaimed, "No wonder they're from the Zhang family."

“If you insist on doing so, then I don’t mind taking you to the sacrificial ceremony to Heaven.”

"Let's go meet that so-called number one ghost tamer in East Asia and see just how many ghosts he has!"

(End of this chapter)