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Chapter 260 Clash of the Old and New Eras! A Brilliant Young Man (4k)

Meng Xiaodong emerged from the winding forest path, walking very slowly, looking like an ordinary old man.

But strangely, after taking only a few steps, she disappeared from her original spot and reappeared very close to the haunted house.

Such an incredible phenomenon can only be accomplished by a ghost tamer, or rather, a true vengeful ghost.

Clearly, this Meng Xiaodong is using the Ghost Domain to travel.

Lu Ming whispered a reminder: "Don't let your guard down. This old woman is no ordinary person. She is very likely a ghost tamer from the Republican era, and not just any ordinary being."

Upon hearing this, Yang Jian's expression shifted slightly.

He had previously conducted specialized research on the ghost-controlling figures of the Republican era.

During the Republican era, powerful and terrifying ghost tamers emerged one after another, not to mention those who have survived from that era to the present day.

From any perspective, Meng Xiaodong, who is walking towards them at this moment, is definitely not someone they can easily deal with.

After a moment's thought, Li Yang realized how terrifying Meng Xiaodong was: "Were ghost tamers from that era still in such a stable state? They didn't need to conserve their supernatural power at all, they just used their ghost domain to travel directly..."

Lu Ming shook his head and suggested another possibility: "Perhaps, she is no longer a ghost tamer. If she is not a ghost tamer, then there is no need to worry about the vengeful ghost inside her reviving."

"Judging from her appearance, she seems to be coming for us. In any case, let's retreat back to the haunted house first."

With this in mind, Lu Ming and the others closed the door of the haunted house together.

However, it is now past midnight, the red lanterns in front of the house have turned into white lanterns, and the haunted house itself has lost its ability to suppress supernatural phenomena.

Simply closing the door would most likely not be enough to stop Meng Xiaodong, one of the Seven Elders of the Republic of China.

Boom boom boom!
Sure enough, the moment the door was closed, a dull, suppressed knocking sound rang out.

The knocking reminded Yang Jian and Lu Ming of the knocking ghost that had appeared at the Seventh Middle School in Dachang City before.

However, the knocking sound now is not meant to kill anyone; it is simply a premonition.

Crunch! ! !

The old gate of the haunted house was slowly pushed open, and an old woman with a wrinkled face, a hunched back, and a vegetable basket in her hand appeared eerily in front of the haunted house. Her expression was cold and numb, without a trace of life, and she didn't even glance at the people inside the haunted house.

After entering the haunted house, Meng Xiaodong continued to move forward. Her method of traveling by relying on the ghost realm was so difficult to detect with the naked eye that it was impossible to stop her.

"Her target isn't us, but something inside this haunted house."

Yang Jian's expression changed, and the ghost eye on his forehead began to dart restlessly.

As soon as he finished speaking, Meng Xiaodong had indeed crossed the main hall of the haunted house and arrived at the mourning hall where the coffin was placed.

The funeral hall was simply furnished, with only a grand chair, a portrait of the deceased, and a red coffin.

If that were all, then so be it.

Most importantly, Zhang Dong's body was placed inside the red coffin.

On the first day of the seven-day haunted house, Lu Ming used his ghost domain to help Zhang Dong complete the encoffining, placing his body inside the specially crafted red coffin.

Unexpectedly, on the fifth day, which was supposed to be the day of the banquet, none of the expected guests arrived. Instead, another of the Seven Elders of the Republic of China, Meng Xiaodong, appeared.

Lu Ming thought to himself, "Meng Xiaodong's condition is extremely unusual. He may have lost his own consciousness, or at least is on the verge of a vengeful ghost's resurrection. Normal communication is ineffective; only forceful measures can be taken."

He took the bowls of white rice that he had obtained from Zhou Deng out of the ghost painting world.

Then he lit three incense sticks and stuck them into the rice.

This white rice was originally prepared for the ghost feast on the fifth day of the haunted house, and was meant to ward off the fierce ghosts that came to attend the feast.

Since Meng Xiaodong is now a guest, he is naturally subject to this rule.

Only a ghost can fight a ghost.

When it comes to supernatural conflicts, the essence is a conflict between rules.

Meng Xiaodong has lost his own consciousness and can be treated as a vengeful ghost that only knows how to follow the rules.

As expected, when Lu Ming lit three incense sticks and stuck them into the white rice, Meng Xiaodong, who was still walking towards Zhang Dong's corpse, suddenly stopped and stiffly turned his head.

She looked at Lu Ming with her cloudy, lifeless eyes.

Or rather, he looked at the rice in Lu Ming's hand.

"It works."

Upon seeing this, the group breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as Meng Xiaodong doesn't set his sights on Zhang Dong's corpse, everything will be fine.

Whether it's restricting, imprisoning, or using special methods to get rid of this ghost, at least the situation can be kept stable and prevented from completely spiraling out of control.

But things are far from as simple as they seem.

As Meng Xiaodong cast a cold, numb gaze, the three incense sticks stuck in the rice burned at an accelerated rate. In just an instant, a large portion of them disappeared, and the white rice seemed to be corrupted by the supernatural, gradually turning black, like lividity on a corpse.

At this rate, the rice will completely lose its effectiveness in less than ten seconds.

"Damn it, the other ghosts attending the ghost banquet haven't arrived yet, the rice is about to lose its effectiveness, and this old woman hasn't been dealt with either..."

Li Yang frowned, glancing out of the corner of his eye at the opened door of the haunted house.

He was thinking, he was considering.

Although Li Yang is not the kind of ruthless person like Li Jun who would risk a ghost's resurrection at the slightest provocation.

But when it really comes to the last resort, he is not incapable of sacrificing himself.

"If the captain hadn't helped me control the Corpse-Spotted Demon during the Ghost Feast, I probably would have died long ago... In the current situation, it's definitely unrealistic to expect everyone to survive. It seems that the old woman is trying to open that red coffin lid."

"If I use the supernatural power of the door-blocking ghost to seal her inside the coffin the moment she opens the lid, this crisis can be resolved."

It is obvious that both Zhang Dong, who has become a corpse, and the old woman carrying a vegetable basket are far more terrifying than the limits of this era.

They came from another, even more terrifying era of the Republic of China.

Even if Li Yang controlled four vengeful ghosts, he couldn't possibly defeat any of them with just his supernatural abilities.

However, the advantage of being a Ghost Master is that if you don't care about the resurgence of the vengeful spirit within you and use your supernatural abilities to the fullest, then even a Ghost Master who isn't particularly terrifying can risk their life to defy their superiors once.

Although Li Yang's plan was very risky, it wasn't entirely impossible.

While Li Yang was still pondering, Yang Jian had already made his move.

As the scarlet ghost eyes stretched his flesh apart, the eerie eyeballs began to roll incessantly.

One, two, three...

The change brought about by the increase in quantity may not be as significant as imagined.

However, when Yang Jian combined these ghost eyes together, his own level of terror underwent a transformation. A crimson ghost domain expanded and spread outwards from him.

At this moment, the strength of Yang Jian's Ghost Eye Ghost Domain has reached the fourth level, or even the fifth level.

The line between the supernatural and reality is about to be broken.

Not only that, Yang Jian's shadow on the ground also began to twist and turn, growing taller and taller, and extending towards Meng Xiaodong.

This is the headless ghost he drove at the Furen Shopping Mall.

Two terrifying supernatural attacks simultaneously pounced on Meng Xiaodong, who was temporarily controlled by white rice.

According to Yang Jian's original idea, even if this level of supernatural attack could not have a fatal impact on Meng Xiaodong, it could still bring her actions to a temporary standstill.

Supernatural confrontations can often end in an instant.

By taking advantage of the tiny time difference he created, Lu Ming might be able to use some special means to change his current doomed situation.

"Young man, have you ever seen this before?"

Just before the red light and ghostly shadows swept past, Meng Xiaodong suddenly spoke. Her voice was old and hoarse, devoid of any trace of human life.

With a wave of her hand, Meng Xiaodong casually tossed out a substitute doll made of some unknown material.

The scapegoat took Meng Xiaodong's place and bore the brunt of all the supernatural attacks.

Affected by the Ghost Eye's domain, all the needles on the surface of the substitute doll cracked, revealing the rotting corpse fluid and some rotten bits of flesh inside.

"A scapegoat?!"

Yang Jian, Li Yang, and Zhou Deng froze simultaneously, their hearts filled with utter horror.

They were all ghost controllers from headquarters, so of course they knew what a scapegoat doll was.

I never expected that a scapegoat doll would appear in the hands of this old man from the Republican era.

"The value of a scapegoat doll is even comparable to that of a resurrected vengeful ghost, after all, in many paranormal events, this supernatural item can really save lives."

"Being able to withstand a supernatural attack sounds like a simple effect, but for a ghost tamer, the temptation is deadly."

"What is this old man's true identity? And why is he connected to headquarters?"

Seeing the surprised and bewildered expressions on everyone's faces, a stiff smile slowly appeared on Meng Xiaodong's wrinkled face.

Her smile was mechanical, like that of a man-made puppet.

“Young man, are you surprised? But this kind of thing is nothing to me. If you want, I have plenty more.”

As Meng Xiaodong spoke, the group finally saw that the flower basket she had been carrying contained countless substitute dolls.

Some are complete, while others are incomplete, with the needles still attached, suggesting they were only half-finished.

"We were all wrong. It wasn't that this old man got involved with headquarters and obtained these substitute dolls. The truth is completely the opposite... All the substitute dolls that headquarters currently has were made by this old man."

Realizing this, Yang Jian and the others completely lost the will to fight against Meng Xiaodong.

They can even make supernatural items like scapegoats at will. For them to think they could stop this old man with just a few people is nothing short of a pipe dream.

Moreover, judging from the terrifying supernatural aura emanating from this old woman, she has most likely been resurrected as a vengeful ghost.

The demon tamer, whose vengeful spirit has been resurrected, can still communicate like a normal person...

The strange and unusual phenomena piled up together, completely shattering Yang Jian and others' previous understanding.

"You are too low-level to understand her current state."

"Now, I'll take over this place."

Just when Yang Jian and the others had completely lost hope, Lu Ming stepped forward, looking at Meng Xiaodong, who was carrying a flower basket, with a cold and indifferent expression, showing no respect whatsoever.

Back when he had previously mastered the black umbrella and successfully fused with the ghost blood, Lu Ming had already entered the state of "blood raining from the sky, ghosts weeping at night".

His own supernatural abilities have reached the level of the Seven Elders.

Not to mention that his mental strength underwent another transformation afterward.

Meng Xiaodong, who is on the verge of losing control, is not completely unable to cope.

Lu Ming extended his left hand, and at the same time, a woman dressed in a bright red wedding dress appeared out of nowhere on his left side.

The woman seemed to have always been in the same spot, but for some special reason, she could not be observed for the time being.

In Lu Ming's right hand, he held a blood-red umbrella.

This blood umbrella is a terrifying supernatural weapon. It is not a single supernatural item, but rather a combination of many supernatural objects.

Even the tip of the blood umbrella carries a deadly curse that can dismember vengeful ghosts.

When two figures, one dressed in wedding attire and the other in mourning clothes, appeared in the dimly lit haunted house, the already gloomy and oppressive environment became even darker.

Even everything around us began to lose its original color, turning into a hazy gray.

Flocculent paper dust drifted down from the sky, piling up on the ground and creating a gray path in front of Lu Ming and the ghost bride.

The scene seemed to freeze at that moment, forming a colorless, gray-white portrait.

Only the two vibrant colors, red and white, stood out against the gray and white portrait of the deceased.

"Oh?"

This scene brought a look of surprise to Meng Xiaodong's old face.

"I never imagined that there would be young people of this caliber in this era."

"However, I must take Zhang Dong's body away today, and it won't matter who comes."

Almost without warning, the deadly supernatural attack directly affected Lu Ming, causing his body, which was already being eroded by supernatural forces, to rapidly rot and turn black.

"A death curse? If it's an ordinary ghost tamer, it would indeed be difficult to deal with."

Lu Ming shook his head, seemingly unconcerned.

A strange, dry well appeared before him.

The continuous rainwater quickly filled the dry well, and each layer of water reflected a frozen scene, like frames of film.

The film was rewound, and correspondingly, real time was also turned back a few seconds.

Lu Ming's body began to feel illusory and unreal.

The previously rotten areas have returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.

(End of this chapter)