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Chapter 456 The Republic of China! See you in the future, Zhang Dong (33)

Zhuang Boshi carried the little girl on one shoulder and the golden coffin on the other, walking out of the village.

After passing through the hidden cave, we boarded the dilapidated boat we had come in on.

Go downstream.

At this moment, the beautiful scenery of thousands of acres of peach blossoms on both sides of the river has long since disappeared, leaving only desolation and graves all over the mountains and fields.

Zhuang Boshi sighed, "Cave, tell me, how many people have died here over the past thousand years?"

"And how many of them have turned into vengeful ghosts?"

"One hundred thousand, or two hundred thousand?"

Zhang Dong remained silent for a long time, then sighed and said, "Relying on vengeful ghosts will never save humanity; even symbiosis is an illusion."

"How can we end the era of the paranormal?"

Zhuang Boshi chuckled softly.

Your future son won't think that way.

Zhuang Boshi's eyes flickered slightly as he looked at the paper doll on his shoulder.

The paper doll has now transformed into a beautifully sculpted, adorable seven- or eight-year-old girl.

She was still unconscious, but her face was streaked with tears, and she looked timid.

Moreover, that part of the supernatural force had already penetrated into the girl's body.

Ha ha.

The goddess Luo has a clever plan.

It wasn't just the wedding dress; the real trump card was this girl.

A very clumsy feint.

Even if Luo Shen were to possess consciousness, she would likely only reach the level of a "Great Ru Biography," not quite "The Legend of Zhen Huan."

Just like humans, conscious vengeful spirits have different thoughts.

Compared to the captain's "noble" ideal of single-mindedly destroying humanity.

The wishing ghost is much simpler.

It simply wants to obtain an invincible, vengeful ghost's body.

As for murder and harming others, the wishing ghost has little interest in it.

It only relies on instinct to use wishes to kill some people. If we consider the scope of its harm, it is at most an A-level vengeful ghost.

The human skin paper repeatedly outwitted and outmaneuvered Xiao Yang, all in an attempt to obtain the body of a vengeful ghost and break free from its constraints.

As for Luo Shen, her only goal was to escape her cage and gain freedom.

Killing was merely their instinct, not their purpose.

Sitting on the boat, Zhuang Boshi opened the village chronicle of Taoyuan Village, which recorded the major and minor events of Taoyuan Village every year since its birth.

Turning to the first page, it turned out to be a memorial to the emperor.

In the second year of the Qinglong era of the Great Wei Dynasty, by the imperial decree of Emperor Liezu, we captured the Goddess of the Luo River and respectfully obeyed the imperial order to bury her in Wuling.

[The sons of twelve surnames, including Zhao, Sun, and Liu, were specially relocated to serve as palace guards, surrounding and watching over the area. Three hundred young boys were offered as tribute, hoping to nourish the goddess of the Luo River and invite divine favor.]

After much effort, extraordinary celestial phenomena appeared, and provisions, provisions, and military equipment arrived in droves. In order to conquer Shu and Wu and bring peace to the land, the Peach Blossom Spring Office was established, specifically to oversee matters related to praying to the Goddess of the Luo River.

Your humble servant, Sima Taiwei, is filled with trepidation and respect, and humbly submits this memorial to report.

Zhuang Boshi's eyelids twitched.

In the second year of the Qinglong era, he was the Grand Commandant Sima.

Isn't that Sima Yi?

The Goddess of the Luo River was actually buried by Sima Yi himself!
Moreover, under his leadership, experiments were conducted on the worship of the goddess Luo.

Wait, when he later rebelled, he swore an oath by pointing to the Luo River.

Could it be that he swore an oath to the Goddess of the Luo River?

No wonder so many people in Cao Wei believed him back then.

After all, the Goddess of the Luo River is a vengeful spirit of fair trade.

But no one expected that Sima Yi would find a way to circumvent it.

Zhuang Boshi immediately became interested and continued scrolling down.

The following text is a series of memorials explaining the origin of the Goddess of the Luo River.

It is a wild, vengeful ghost.

It merely roams the Luo River, fulfilling some human transactions and incidentally devouring a few humans.

That bastard Sima Yi imprisoned Luo Shen.

They even stuffed many vengeful ghosts into Luo Shen's body, forcibly changing Luo Shen's rules.

That wedding dress was the supernatural manifestation of another terrifying ghost, which was then incorporated into the goddess Luo.

Therefore, he was able to plant a trap within the rules of Luoshen, and seize the Cao Wei regime by exploiting loopholes in the rules.

He even planned to make the Goddess of the Luo River the family god of the Sima family, so as to protect the Sima dynasty for thousands of generations.

Unfortunately, the War of the Eight Princes completely destroyed his dream.

The Sima family acted out of line, misusing supernatural powers and causing business conflicts, which led to Luo Shen completely losing control.

When the northern barbarians moved south, supernatural phenomena revived, causing heavy losses to the gentry, who were even forced to worship evil spirits to ward them off.

Especially after the Sima family suffered a series of deaths, by the time of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, Sima Rui was unaware of the existence of the Goddess of the Luo River.

Since then, Peach Blossom Spring has been completely neglected and has begun to multiply on its own.

The twelve guardians discovered that they could live to be a hundred years old and even have no worries about food and clothing, so they explored a way to coexist with the goddess Luo.

They willingly became villagers of Peach Blossom Village, living in harmony with the supernatural.

Sure enough, no matter how hard a vengeful ghost racks its brains, it can't compare to a human's flash of inspiration.

After that, the Taohuayuan Village Chronicle became a true village chronicle.

It records that in a certain year, a groom was chosen and presented to the Goddess of the Luo River.

What were the consequences?

There were even many unexpected incidents that nearly led to the destruction of the village.

The last time they almost perished was sixty years ago, when a foreign invasion resulted in the deaths of many villagers.

However, the village chronicle does not specify what kind of external enemy it was.

That description was even smeared clean with ink.

Zhuang Boshi quickly finished reading the thousand-year-old village chronicle after a few perusal readings.

At this point, they were completely back at the place where they had boarded the ship.

Zhuang Boshi wasted no time and flew up, taking them all to the vicinity of Dachang City.

Zhang Dong's mother and sister were hiding in this place.

"Uncle Zhuang, what should we do with this girl?" Zhang Dong asked somewhat awkwardly, holding the little girl in his arms.

"Your family is the local strongman, why are you asking me what to do?" Zhuang Boshi said with a smile, "Try placing an ad in the newspaper to find his relatives. If you really can't find them, your family won't be short of a pair of chopsticks. Just treat him as your child bride."

"Uncle Zhuang!!" Zhang Dong's face suddenly turned red.

"Alright, alright." Zhuang Boshi patted Zhang Dong's head.

"No more kidding."

"I'm leaving."

Zhang Dong remained silent for a moment. He had sensed something was wrong, but he was still somewhat saddened. "Could you stay a little longer?"

"Life is a long journey, but we must eventually part ways."

Zhuang Boshi smiled and said, "Fulfill your great wish well. I also have more important things to do."

"Oh, right." Zhuang Boshi remembered something and took out a golden box from his spatial bracelet.

"If one day you find a group of like-minded friends, they will also be willing to follow you to suppress evil spirits."

"Then give these elixirs and liquids to them. They can help you prolong your life and increase your resistance to evil spirits."

"Also, tell them that if, more than a hundred years from now, all the ghosts are resurrected, someone will come to them for help."

"Stop letting them stand by and do nothing, get up and get to work!!"

"And stop with these trials to weigh the young people, okay? Be honest!"

This sentence was full of resentment, but Zhang Dong was sensible and didn't ask why.

"Uncle Zhuang, I understand."

Zhang Dong was somewhat downcast, but he hugged the box tightly.

"This isn't supernatural power; it's the power of science." Zhuang Boshi's lips curled up slightly.

At this moment, history has come to a complete circle.

"I have no use for this machete, so you can have it. If you find someone you like, give this machete to them." Zhuang Boshi handed the machete to Zhang Dong.

The long sword was destroyed by the backlash from the wedding dress, but its ability to dismember the vengeful ghost was not much weaker.

Now it looks more like a hatchet.

"Stop making that long face and cheer up!" Zhuang Boshi said irritably.

"Alright, I still have some business to attend to in Europe. Until we meet again."

"Uncle, when can we see each other again?" Zhang Dong said with some reluctance.

"No matter how long it takes, even if it's a hundred years, we will definitely meet again." Zhuang Boshi waved his hand.

"Hold on to hope, Zhang Dong."

The next moment, Zhuang Boshi disappeared from Zhang Dong's sight.

Zhang Dong became even more depressed. He had only spent a few days with Zhuang Boshi, but it felt like they had known each other for decades.

He had never felt so relaxed since his father died.

Someone stood up for him, helped him take revenge, and even explored a secret that had been hidden for thousands of years.

But he still left.

Will we really be able to see each other again?

Just as he was lost in thought, a little girl's cry rang out.

"This is where!"

"Father, Mother!"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuah!!"

Zhang Dong quickly turned around, only to find that the little girl had already woken up at some point.

She is now wailing loudly.

Zhang Dong was a little flustered, but then he suddenly remembered the tricks he usually used to coax his younger sister. He rummaged around on his body and finally found a candy in a pocket, which he stuffed into her mouth.

Sure enough, after receiving the candy, the girl's crying gradually stopped, and she stared wide-eyed at Zhang Dong.

"Big brother, am I dead?"

“You’re not dead, we saved you. Where are you from? I’ll take you home,” Zhang Dong said very gently.

The girl's tears flowed again: "I'm from Dachuan City."

“My father took me home to visit relatives, but I never expected to encounter such terrifying things. My father pushed me aside.”

"I think I had a sudden headache, and then I lost consciousness."

"Is your father still alive?" Zhang Dong asked with a sigh.

"I don't know," the girl shook her head.

Zhang Dong was disheartened; after encountering those ghostly things, it was unlikely that an ordinary person would survive.

Zhang Dong asked very politely, "Little sister, what is your maiden name?"

"I can also ask someone to find your family."

"I... my surname is Meng. My father calls me Xiao Dong." The girl had no wariness of Zhang Dong at all.

"Meng Xiaodong".

Zhang Dong pondered the name and smiled slightly.

"Good name."

In the trenches, Gunter von Trein stared blankly at the sky.

The sky over the Somme is always like this.

It was dark, without light, and a light drizzle was falling.

It reminded him of his hometown.

How long has he been here?

Two months, or three months?
So long that he had grown accustomed to the smell of sulfur and gunpowder.

So long that he forgot what his hometown looked like.

So long that he was the only one left among his batch of newly enlisted soldiers.

Glory, hope, achievement.

"Go to hell!" he said with a bitter laugh.

Boom boom boom, the eerie drumbeats began to echo through the trenches.

Fontlein knew that the terrifying thing had arrived.

After killing all his comrades, they finally turned their attention to him.

Just die, it'll be better if you die.

Anyway, it's no different from hell now!
"Yo." A voice rang out.

A mysterious figure radiating golden light appeared in mid-air.

The drum-beating ghost was held in his hand, motionless.

"Good luck."

A gold armband-like object landed on him.

"Who are you?" von Trein asked in a hoarse voice.

“Are you God?”

"Is Hell already full? Why are there so many vengeful ghosts on Earth?!"

The figure laughed.

"God, I'm about to have a fight with God."

"Young man, live well."

"Oh, by the way, remember you can go east sometime."

"You'll find your answer there."

(End of this chapter)