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Chapter 455 The Republic of China! Ghost Wardrobe: You big liar!!

Chapter 455 The Republic of China! Ghost Wardrobe: You big liar!! (23)

The ghost realm of Peach Blossom Spring was completely torn apart by the impact of this force.

A torrent of energy circulates wildly in a bizarre space.

Rebooting, hacking, or other paranormal methods are all useless.

A vengeful ghost is always a vengeful ghost. Once its core essence is destroyed, the immortality of the weakest vengeful ghost is no different from that of the strongest vengeful ghost.

There is no such thing as a top-tier evil spirit having a thicker health bar and higher defense than the weakest evil spirit.

As the torrent of energy gradually dissipated, the true form of Luo Shen vanished.

The Niangniang Temple was also reduced to ruins in this battle.

"I feel like it's a bit weak."

Just as Zhuang Boshi was about to go back, he suddenly remembered something and quickly walked to the ruins of the Niangniang Temple.

The paper figure resembling a little girl, which had been buried under the rubble, was surprisingly unharmed. Moreover, its arms and legs had regained their elasticity, and the skin on its neck and face was growing back.

It seems that she will slowly recover after losing the supernatural influence of Peach Blossom Spring.

A blessing in disguise.

The little girl actually controlled a portion of the goddess Luo's supernatural powers.

The goddess Luo has now completely disappeared.

But the painting and the half-finished wedding dress were still in his possession.

Those ghost mirrors, dressing tables, and other supernatural props are probably buried underneath.

Zhuang Boshi was not interested in this; he placed the ghost cabinet on the ruins of the Niangniang Temple.

“I know you are conscious.”

"You see that, right?" Zhuang Boshi pointed to the ruins behind him and sneered.

“Your master, your hometown, I burned them all down.”

"You've lost your roots!"

"If you don't want me to chop you into pieces of firewood and boil water for you to wash your feet, then you'd better cooperate with me."

"Don't say you weren't warned."

The cupboard began to shake.

Or maybe they were scared.

Either he's angry.

Zhuang Boshi casually picked up a piece of white rag, which should be the undergarment that had been cut off from Luo Shen's body.

Write down a few lines directly.

[The names of the three deities, their eras, their abilities, weaknesses, and methods of imprisonment]

How can we save this bastard Yang Jian?

Give me a train ticket to the seventeenth year of the Tianbao era.

【……】

In total, I wrote about a dozen points, listing all the questions that Zhuang Boshi could think of.

Then, he pulled the door open.

Not open.

I pulled harder, but it still wouldn't open.

The cabinet doors looked as if they were welded to the cabinet.

"Hey, I don't believe it!"

Zhuang Boshi raised his hand: "If you don't want to disappear, then open the door for me!"

"Don't think I'm joking!"

Ghost Chest remained unmoved, giving off an attitude of "Go ahead and kill me if you dare."

Zhuang Boshi had no choice but to lower his hand and put on a friendly expression.

"Oh dear, don't be nervous, it's all a misunderstanding."

He gently stroked the ghost cabinet: "I just have a few small requests."

"There's nothing taboo about it."

"It doesn't hurt at all."

"Besides, take a look first, and then refuse. Why be so rigid?"

"We have to take this step eventually."

"Don't worry, just relax a little, and I'll just take a look inside. I won't go in."

It seems that Bosch's persuasion worked, as the cabinet handle loosened slightly.

That moment.

Zhuang Boshi's fingertips almost dug into the wooden door, and in the blink of an eye, he completed the actions of pulling the door, stuffing the cloth in, slamming the door, and inserting the hairpin.

The movements were so fast it was as if they were being chased by a ghost; the moment the wooden hairpin got stuck in the lock, the ghost cabinet finally reacted.

But it's too late!

Boom!Boom!Boom!
The cabinet shook so violently that the red paint on its surface crumbled off, and sparks flew from the copper nails at the seams of the cabinet doors, as if someone were pounding on the doors from the inside with a skull.

The cracking sound crumbled upwards from the bottom of the cabinet, and spiderweb-like fine lines appeared on the carved wooden board. Suddenly, countless white dots emerged from the cracks.

Those were pale, lifeless eyes.

His eyes were bloodshot as he glared fiercely at Zhuang Boshi.

"Sorry, everyone has to go through this eventually. It hurts a bit, but bear with it." Zhuang Boshi patted the ghost cabinet with great pity.

With a muffled "plop," a blood-stained rag spurted out from under the door.

Dark brown liquid, reeking of putrid corpse fluid, was still dripping from the edges of the fabric.

The crashing sound stopped, and the cabinet door was crooked and stuck in the wooden hairpin.

The eyes in the crack also disappeared.

The red paint on the ghost cabinet looked as if it had been drained of blood; the bright vermilion quickly faded to dark brown, and fine cracks seeped out from the wood grain.

In the blink of an eye, the once dazzling cabinet looked like an old coffin, with most of the patterns on the corners peeling off.

Its current appearance resembles that of the Ghost Wardrobe from later generations.

"Are you okay?"

Zhuang Boshi knocked on the ghost cabinet and then pulled out the wooden hairpin.

The cabinet door creaked open a crack, but there was no sound from inside.

He opened the cabinet door, and a damp smell mixed with sawdust rushed out. The layout of the cabinet was no different from that of an ordinary cabinet, but it had dozens of fresh scratches.

The ghost cabinet stood there empty, as if its soul had been ripped away.

Only the lock was dripping with blood, like the last breath of a dying person.

"It seems like it's been ruined," Zhuang Boshi said, resting his chin on his hand.

This ghost cabinet seems to be under pressure it shouldn't be under.

My computer crashed.

Generally, vengeful ghosts turn into supernatural props upon death.

But what if the supernatural prop malfunctions?
Completely immobile, is it completely unusable?
It will probably take a long time to recover and restore functionality.

"Uncle Zhuang, you seem to have gone a bit too far," Zhang Dong said weakly.

"Sigh, there's nothing we can do. We're powerless in front of ghosts. Sometimes you have to learn to deceive them. Ghosts are very rigid," Zhuang Boshi lectured Zhang Dong.

He turned his gaze and focused on the silk cloth in his hand.

Thirteen copper coins fell out from the silk cloth.

Xianfeng Tongbao coin.

Zhuang Boshi held it in his hand and looked at the bloody image on the silk.

The first question, concerning the names, abilities, weaknesses, and methods of imprisonment of the three deities, has no clear written answer.

There are only four patterns.

Yes, it's four, not three.

A blood-red cross. An inverted swastika.

An inverse Tai Chi.

And one eye.

A line resembling a Möbius strip connects the four patterns.

Otherwise, there is nothing left.

What do you mean?
Zhuang Boshi frowned.

He continued to look down.

The answer to the second question is more abstract.

The words "Yang Jian" in that question were completely erased.

Only one mountain remains.

As for the train ticket from the seventeenth year of the Tianbao era.

He even drew a character for "ten thousand".

The final stroke was a monocle.

What do you mean?
Is Ah Meng causing trouble?

The more Zhuang Boshi looked at it, the less he understood, so he kicked the cabinet twice in frustration.

The next destination has now been determined.

During the Xianfeng era.

We didn't encounter those so-called three gods at this stop.

So, one of them, the Blood Cross of the Ghost God, was in that time and space.

Peace.

Heaven.

Zhuang Boshi gripped the copper coin tightly.
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Zhuang Boshi and Zhang Dong returned to the village.

With the external enemies eliminated, there is naturally no need for physical union.

The village was deathly silent, devoid of any life, with not a single chicken or dog left.

The once prosperous and harmonious village is now deserted, as if decades have passed in an instant, becoming dilapidated and overgrown with weeds.

Perhaps, this is the true face of Peach Blossom Spring.

The people here are all reserves for vengeful ghosts and can no longer be considered true humans.

They were corrupted by the supernatural, and both their consciousness and body depended on the goddess Luo.

With the death of the Goddess of the Luo River, they could not possibly survive.

Zhuang Boshi arrived at the village chief's house.

A desiccated female corpse sat in the courtyard, facing the direction of the Niangniang Temple.

It seems like they're waiting for someone.

Second Sister is dead.

Without the protection of Peach Blossom Spring, even if these people were originally human, they would die instantly.

Zhuang Boshi sighed.

Zhang Dong was also somewhat downcast.

"Uncle, is there no way to save her?"

Whether it was Zhao's eldest sister, Sun Sanlang, or Er Yatou, they had all noticed the unusual situation in the village.

They all resisted in their own ways.

But humans can never truly defeat ghosts.

They are all dead.

“Save?” Zhuang Boshi found a rotten village chronicle in the room.

"Of course we can save them."

"But the one that was rescued is no longer Yue Lian."

"They are an alien who only possess her memories and consider themselves to be her, but are not her."

Zhuang Boshi looked at Zhang Dong.

Even so, do you still want to save her?

Zhang Dong remained silent for a moment, then nodded.

"There will always be people who commemorate Sun Sanlang, Sister Zhao, and Yuelian, who fought against the thousand-year-old vengeful ghost with their own will."

"Clear and transparent." Zhuang Boshi chuckled and tapped Zhang Dong's forehead.

He covered Yue Lian's body with the wedding dress, and as if it had found a new host, the dress began to wrap around her body tightly.

Meanwhile, the decay on Er Ya's body began to slow down and even gradually disappeared.

"Just as I thought, you deliberately kept this wedding dress because you wanted to live another life, didn't you?" Dr. Zhuang chuckled.

Zhang Dong also saw through the trick: "Does the Goddess of the Luo River want to be reborn by borrowing another's body?"

Zhuang Boshi looked at the dilapidated Peach Blossom Village and said in a deep voice, "The Goddess of the Luo River has trapped these villagers, but haven't these villagers also trapped her generation after generation?"

“Those ever-spreading peach groves, and the vengeful spirits that have accumulated beneath them, are the tentacles of the Goddess of the Luo River.”

"It is also her prison."

"She was unable to walk freely, let alone satisfy her murderous urges."

"She is a powerful vengeful spirit tamed by humans, not through control, but through symbiosis."

"But she also possesses a certain level of consciousness."

"So, she might be planning to use her escape from death to dismember herself and leave Peach Blossom Spring, and then find the puzzle pieces again."

Zhang Dong gasped: "Could it be that Peach Blossom Spring is some powerful ancient ghost tamer?"

"A prison specially arranged to restrain the vengeful spirit that resurrects after death?"

"This is simply unheard of."

Zhuang Boshi calmly said, "Who knows? Maybe other ghost tamers left a guardian here to control this ghost."

"It's just that I was affected by the supernatural influence of the Goddess of the Luo River during the process, and forgot my original intention, which is why I ended up in this situation."

"But what about Yue Lian?" Zhang Dong asked with some worry.

"fine."

Zhuang Boshi took out a painting.

It was the same portrait of the Goddess of the Luo River that hung in the ancestral hall.

He used the brush and paint he found in the main hall to begin painting the face of the goddess Luo.

The goddess Luo was originally just a silhouette.

Bosch Zhuang simply drew his face directly on the back of her head.

However, that face was not the same as the stunningly beautiful face of the Goddess of the Luo River.

It was Yue Lian's face.

He casually conjured a large golden coffin and placed Yue Lian's body inside.

Do it all.

He clapped his hands and said to the dumbfounded Zhang Dong, "Done!"