The Mysterious Resurrection

Chapter 219 The Old Man During the Republic of China
"Master, can you see if it's such a number?" Wen Zhong flipped his hand, and a mask appeared in his hand. There was no extra decoration on it, only a big five.

The uncle put on the reading glasses hanging around his neck, carefully studied the mask Wen Zhong was holding for a while, and then said: "Hey, it does look similar to your mask, but the words on it are different. "

"Let me think about it, ah, once this person gets old, he is really useless. I think back then I was also a well-known teacher in ten miles and eight towns. Alas, time is not forgiving."

Maybe because Wen Zhong really helped them a lot, these old people treated him really well, they could be regarded as answering every question, which saved Wen Zhong a lot of time.

He didn't urge him either, but asked several other uncles and aunts about the mask while he was thinking.

It's just that they all shook their heads after listening, saying that this was the first time they had seen such a strange mask.

"Oh, I remembered!"

At this moment, the uncle let out a strange cry, his face actually looked a little excited, and he kept rubbing his hands, looking like a treasured sword, which attracted other villagers to stop and watch.

Fortunately, the uncle himself didn't care. After the initial excitement passed, he cleared his throat and said, "I remember that there are three stripes drawn on the mask, so it must be a three."

"Three!" Wen Zhong narrowed his eyes, and he could still remember the arrogant appearance of No. [-] at the beginning. Comparing with what the uncle said, the person at that time was almost definitely No. [-].

20 years.

The other party turned out to be 20 years ago, and the other party has more information than himself, especially the sentence that he has mastered the laws of the village, which surprised Wen Zhong even more.

"Master, do you still have any memory of where that person went after that?" Wen Zhong asked again.

The uncle said: "Hey, if you look at the direction he was heading at that time, he might have gone to the back mountain, but."

Speaking of this, the old man paused for a moment, and the other old people who were watching seemed to have remembered something, and their expressions suddenly became a little ugly.

"Unlucky, Old Li, please don't talk about that place, or I won't be able to keep you."

Just at this moment, a mid-spirited voice came, followed by an old man wearing a black and red gown and holding a pipe, walked out of a relatively luxuriously decorated two-story villa.

When other people around saw the old man, they stepped forward to say hello. Even the old Li headed forward and apologized eagerly, for fear of being scolded by the old man for being late.

One can tell at a glance that this old man's status in Baiyang Village is definitely not low, and it is very likely that he is the village chief of this Baiyang Village.

"Where did this ghost boy come from? Do you still think this village is not messy enough, so get out of the village quickly." The old man glanced at Wen Zhong suddenly, and then said with incomparable disgust.

Wen Zhong raised his eyebrows, and was about to step forward to slap the old man twice, but saw the other party knock on the cigarette stick, and the seemingly solid blue brick floor was smashed into powder in an instant.

At this time, a familiar feeling came, and Wen Zhong instantly understood the identity of the other party.

The old man in front of him is also a ghost master.

"A ghost master who has half of his body buried in the ground is interesting." Wen Zhong narrowed his eyes, and the ghost hand twitched unnaturally, ready to wring the opponent's neck at any time.

But this impulse was restrained by him abruptly, because it was ten years ago, and the headquarters had not been established yet, and the old man in front of him was already a ghost master, and his background was absolutely terrifying.

"Young man, you'd better go." Old Li lowered his voice and said next to Wen Zhong's ear, "This is the village head of our Baiyang Village. His arms can't twist his thighs. A good man doesn't suffer from immediate losses."

Wen Zhong said: "Oh? How long has this old guy lived, did he have such a bad temper before?"

Old Li's face turned green when he heard the words, and he kept shouting about committing crimes. In the end, a relatively young middle-aged man answered Wen Zhong's doubts.

"The old village head is said to have lived from the early days of the Republic of China to the present. His seniority is frighteningly high. You must not provoke the old village head, young man. Otherwise, if he lies on the ground, you will have nothing to do."

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he glanced at the old village head quietly, seeing that the other party was not looking at him, he was relieved, and hurriedly helped Old Li tou leave the square.

"This is actually a ghost master who seems to have lived from the early Republic of China to modern times. No wonder he is so confident in facing me."

Wen Zhong stared at the other party with a solemn expression. Although living a long time can't prove anything, it can at least explain some problems.

This further highlights the weirdness and horror of Baiyang Village. After all, there is such a ghost master sitting in Baiyang Village, but in the end the village will inevitably end up being abandoned.

"Little brat, did you take my words as a deaf ear? If you don't leave, just stay here forever."

Just when Wen Zhong was thinking, the old man yelled at him again, his attitude escalated from being unfriendly to harsh, as if there was some kind of enmity between the two of them, and they wanted to settle it together.

"Old guy, you are too domineering. Even if you are the village chief, you are not qualified to drive me out of Baiyang Village." Wen Zhong's face was calm, but his voice became increasingly cold.

He has already made up his mind that as long as the old man continues to be aggressive, he will make gestures with the other party no matter what he says, and at worst he will hide in the back mountain for another night.

"Little bastard who dares to talk to his elders like this before he even grows his hair. I, Su Changguang, will teach you a lesson for your elders today." The old man smiled instead of anger, and the cigarette rod in his hand creaked ring.

The surrounding temperature dropped completely at this moment, and the whole Baiyang Village seemed to be shaking.

The ghost fungus had already attached to the ground, and wisps of smoke began to fill around Su Changguang. The atmosphere between the two of them could be said to have been reduced to the extreme. It only takes a small spark to ignite a raging fire.

"Grandpa, don't bully the child, he doesn't know anything, why don't you be more tolerant to him?"

Suddenly, another woman's crisp voice came from the villa behind Su Changguang, and then a graceful woman walked out of the house slowly, showing a sweet smile to Wen Zhong.

When the old man saw this woman, most of the anger on his face disappeared instantly, and changed into a doting expression in the blink of an eye.

"Xiaoyue, what are you doing here, you wait, wait until grandpa drives this ghost boy out of here."

(End of this chapter)