When Yang Jian heard Zhang Bohua's words, he stared at him with a pair of red eyes, then calmly glanced at the others, and then slowly said: "Don't expect too much from Zhang Dong, don't talk about He Yin'er's move
If Zhang Dong’s spirit is not here, even if it is summoned and your Republican team gathers together, they still cannot compete with me.”
"I don't believe it." Zhang Youhong chuckled softly: "Zhang Dong has come to an end on the road of controlling the devil. No one is better than him. Maybe you are great, but I believe he can't be worse than you. It's a pity.
The two of you cannot meet, otherwise you will know that what I said is not a lie."
After she saw how powerful Yang Jian was, she still had confidence in Zhang Dong.
"Your level is too low and you will never be able to understand my current state." Yang Jian's eyes were cold.
The smile on Zhang Youhong's face froze slightly.
For the first time in my life, someone said that my level was too low.
Yang Jian didn't wait for others to speak, and continued: "I am the only one born in this era. Since I dare to give up my identity as a ghost controller and proclaim myself a god, I am naturally omnipotent. The gap between us is just like an ordinary person."
The gap between humans and ghosts seems to be similar, but they are actually two completely different existences."
"Do you think Zhang Dong can weigh me? Then I'll let you see if he can do it."
As soon as the words fell, the ghost eyes on Yang Jian's forehead immediately lit up with scarlet light.
At this same moment, many illusory figures appeared around him. These figures were layered on top of each other, and there was no telling how many there were. Moreover, every figure was exactly the same as Yang Jian, and they all had their ghost eyes open.
The red light of the ghost eye gathered together, causing some kind of qualitative change, forming a red door.
And the moment this red door opened, the boundary between the supernatural and reality was broken, and even crossed the present and the past.
One end of the gate is connected to the lobby of an ancient house.
In the middle of the lobby, there was sitting a lifeless old man who was about to die.
This old man is none other than Zhang Dong, who has been buried for sixty years.
"Zhang Dong? How is this possible?" Meng Xiaodong opened his eyes wide at this moment, and his wrinkled face was filled with disbelief.
Zhang Youhong, Luo Qian, Luo Wensong and others also had expressions of disbelief.
Forget about breaking the boundary between reality and supernatural, this Yang Jian can actually connect to the distant past?
Is this still something a ghost controller can do?
Inside the old house.
The old man named Zhang Dong raised his head slightly at this moment, looked at the people behind the door with a pair of slightly turbid eyes, and after a brief moment of astonishment, he immediately stood up with a strong breath, and then without hesitation moved toward that person.
Walk towards the red door that appears out of thin air.
Because Zhang Dong subconsciously believed that his teammates on the other side of the door needed his help.
Although he is about to die, it is not impossible to take action again before death.
But when the dying old man approached the red door, the door seemed to be collapsing.
"Stop. Only I can go to your side. You can't cross the barrier of time to get to me." Yang Jian's plain voice came from the other side of the door.
Zhang Dong stopped when he heard this, and an old voice sounded: "So that's it. It looks like there will be a great person in the future."
As he spoke, he looked at the other teammates behind the door.
"What does the future hold?"
Zhang Bohua immediately replied: "The best situation has occurred. After our death, the supernatural revived again, and gave birth to that special case, which completely ended the era of supernatural beings. Now there are no supernatural events in the world, and all the evil ghosts are gone."
Being blocked, we were only awakened by the spiritualists in Taiping Ancient Town to see the new world."
"You really brought me good news, so that I can die in peace." A smile appeared on Zhang Dong's face, and then he looked at Yang Jian again, as if he wanted to kill this person.
record.
"Isn't it just a matter of you using your supernatural power to meet me across time?"
Yang Jian said: "These teammates of yours wanted to weigh me after summoning the spirit, but they lost completely. They wanted you to come and recover the situation, but you are special and there is no way to summon the spirit to make you appear, so I came.
"
"Don't blame them. Since the supernatural era has ended, we old guys will naturally have no use for us, and we will probably never appear in this world again in the future, so I want to do some activities at the last moment so that you can
Remember them."
"If I can leave a trace on this special person like you, I would be very proud of it."
"After all, real death begins from the moment one is forgotten."
Zhang Dong smiled slightly at this moment and pointed out the intentions of these old guys.
They have been fighting against supernatural beings all their lives, and even after death, they are ready to summon spirits and reappear.
Now that I know this is the last time to summon spirits, and there will be no more evil ghosts to deal with in the future, I certainly don't want to end it peacefully like this.
"So, what do you mean? Do you also want to have a fight with me?" Yang Jian asked.
"You can find me across decades, how can I be your opponent, and I don't have much life left. I have to prepare for the funeral with peace of mind. I am satisfied with knowing some things about the future today." Zhang
Dong shook his head slightly, he seemed very open-minded at this moment.
At least, my lifelong efforts have not been in vain.
There is indeed hope for the future.
Seeing this, Yang Jian stopped asking any more questions. The red light in the ghost eyes gradually extinguished, and the red door connecting the past began to disappear quickly.
"Everyone, have a nice trip." Zhang Dong smiled slightly and said a final hello to his old friends.
Luo Qian, Luo Wensong, Zhang Bohua, Zhang Youhong and others all responded with smiles.
At this moment, they gathered and met, as if they had returned to a certain moment in the past. Unfortunately, this time was too short, but they were satisfied. After all, they had passed away for decades, and it was good to be able to see a new future.
This life is worth living.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Meng Xiaodong's eyes were filled with tears at this moment. Even though she was deeply reluctant to let go, she could only accept this last separation.
"Xiao Dong, I'm sorry."
When Zhang Dong finally looked at Meng Xiaodong, there was a bit of guilt in his eyes.
Then, under everyone's surprised gaze, Zhang Dong's old palm actually stretched into the red door, and before the time-spanning spirit disappeared, it came to Meng Xiaodong, and removed the expression on the old face.
Wipe away a wisp of tears.
After doing this last thing, the supernatural door disappeared, and the future and the present were separated again.
All traces are completely gone.
"He can indeed do it." Yang Jian squinted his eyes slightly and looked in the direction where Zhang Dong disappeared.
"Haha, my wish has been fulfilled. Everything is over. The time to summon the souls is almost here. It's time for me to get on my way."
Zhang Bohua laughed loudly at this moment, his laughter was very hearty, as if the depression that had been suppressed for countless years had completely disappeared with everything just now.
While laughing, Zhang Bohua's body began to collapse rapidly, turning into a wisp of smoke and passing away in the wind.
"Yes, in this era, there is a god imprisoning evil ghosts. There is nothing we can't let go of. All our efforts are worth it." Luo Qian also showed a happy smile, and his body also collapsed and disappeared, and he walked very free and easy.
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"It's amazing to have you in the future." Li Qingzhi looked at Yang Jian and nodded slightly, and the tall figure disappeared.
Meng Xiaodong had been looking at the place where Zhang Dong disappeared. She was in a daze, with a girlish smile on her lips. Her memory seemed to go back to the past, to the moment when she first saw Zhang Dong...
.She also left this world with those beautiful memories.
"My time is almost up."
Zhang Youhong's cheongsam is peeling off at the moment, and her body is turning into smoke, but she still shows her charming smile: "Yang Jian, during the time I was awake, I can feel that the other me is still alive. Counting the time, it should be
This is my third life, if possible, I hope you can find me."
"If I find you, aren't you afraid that I will imprison you in hell?" Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly.
"The future is very long." Zhang Youhong left such words and disappeared completely.
One after another, the top ghost masters of the Republic of China passed away.
In the end, only Luo Wensong, the former manager of the ghost post office, was left.
But Luo Wensong's time has come, and his body is turning into smoke, but at the end he sighs: "You are right, junior, even if we all gather together, we can't weigh you. I
It’s such a blessing to meet you at the end of this life.”
He also felt relieved in his heart and finally left with a smile.
Soon, all abnormalities disappeared.
Calm returned again in front of the ancestral hall in Taiping Town.
"Fortunately, things didn't get that bad." Seeing this, He Yin'er couldn't help but feel slightly relieved.
Fortunately, these ghost controllers and Yang Jian from the Republic of China period were just here to stop the ghosts and didn't really want to kill them all. Otherwise, whether Taiping Town could be saved would be a question.
After Yang Jian watched everyone leave, he finally looked at He Yin'er: "Next time you summon souls, don't call my name easily. I only appear to fight against supernatural beings and imprison evil ghosts."
"This is none of my business. I didn't expect those old-timers from the Republic of China to be so persistent with you, but your existence makes me surprised. What happened in the past sixty years? Many people are waiting for you.
But I didn't wait for you until the end." He Yin'er said.
Yang Jian withdrew his gaze and said calmly: "There is a price to pay for ending the supernatural era, and my price is those sixty years."
"Go on living a good life and come to Dachang City to have tea with me when you have time. That Zhang Youhong is right, the future is very long."
After saying that, he turned around, and then a golden staircase leading straight to the sky appeared in front of him again.
Yang Jian stepped on the steps and gradually disappeared until he was no longer seen.