Only I Can Use Summoning Chapter 919

In the darkness, Zhang Ze heard a male voice shouting next to his ear: "Hey, Luo Sha, don't sleep, it's time to change shifts!"

Opening his eyes in a daze, Zhang Ze saw a long and anxious face in front of him. This person had watermelon hair and looked very dazed, looking straight at him.

"Who are you?"

Zhang Ze was puzzled.

"Are you sleepy? I'm Ah Wen!"

Ah Wen looked unhappy, and muttered: "It's agreed to change shifts when you are ugly, and you won't get up. You have to call me, hmph!"

Zhang Ze was at a loss. He sat up and found himself lying on a kang, next to him were the giant **** and the dragon king, Yiye Zhiqiu and Dao Dao, who were not emotional.

"Huh? Where are Yueying and sister?" Zhang Ze suddenly became nervous.

While undressing, Ah Wen said, "Ask those female disciples? They live in a wing room, next to Master's room, and nothing will happen."

Hearing that his sister and the others were fine, Zhang Ze was slightly relieved.

Next to the kang, there is a table of eight immortals, on which is an oil lamp, the light is like beans, emitting orange light.

With this faint light, Zhang Ze looked around the room. The decoration and furnishings of the room are very old-fashioned, and it looks like the style of the Republic of China.

"What is this place? Why is there no electric light?" Zhang Ze felt strange.

Not only are there no electric lights, but there are also no household appliances.

"Electric light?" Ah Wen raised his eyes to look at Zhang Ze, and said, "Only the rich can afford that thing. Master usually doesn't even want to give us meat. How could he be willing to spend money to pull wires for our Yizhuang?"

"Yizhuang?"

Zhang Ze was taken aback, wasn't Yizhuang a place where corpses were parked in ancient times? Could it be that the background of the fifty-fourth floor of the Demon Realm was in ancient times?

However, looking at Ah Wen's clothes and speech, he doesn't look like ancient people either.

"Well, Brother Awen, what year are we in now?"

"The 21st year of the Republic of China, no, I said you are really sleepy?" Ah Wen replied impatiently, and he got into bed and said, "Okay, hurry up and stare at the soul-guarding lamp in the front hall, Don't let it go out."

Zhang Ze wanted to ask something else, but Ah Wen's snoring had already sounded.

"Sleeping really fast..." Zhang Ze was speechless, thinking while putting on his clothes.

"The 21st year of the Republic of China seems to be 1932. It seems that I have indeed returned to the past."

"It seems that this layer of Demon Realm is a special type of Demon Realm again. I guess weapons, equipment, backpacks and skills can't be used now, right?"

Zhang Ze tried to open the attribute panel, but sure enough, there was no response.

Shaking his head, Zhang Ze put on his clothes and walked out of the bedroom to the front hall. The scene in front of him gave him a chill.

A dozen black-painted coffins were neatly parked on both sides of the hall. In front of each coffin, there was a small altar with an oil lamp on it.

The light in the hall was dim, and the closed door was rattled by the strong wind outside, as if someone was knocking on the door.

This atmosphere is just like a horror movie!

"What kind of opening is this?" Zhang Ze complained in his heart, "Don't the timid people be scared to death?"

He walked up to one of the coffins, and saw a piece of yellow paper pasted on the lid of the coffin, on which was written a spell with flying phoenixes in cinnabar. He guessed it was probably used to exorcise evil spirits.

"This oil lamp is the soul-guarding lamp that Awen mentioned, right?"

Zhang Ze walked around and saw that every lamp was burning well, and his body relaxed slightly.

He laughed at himself for a while: "Why am I nervous? This is all feudal superstition, there are no ghosts at all..."

Suddenly, an evil wind came from nowhere and blew out the oil lamp in front of one of the coffins!

"Um?"

Zhang Ze's heart tightened, he hurried over, lit the oil lamp again, and then let out a long sigh of relief.

"I don't know, what will happen when the soul-guarding lamp goes out?"

Zhang Ze looked at the tightly closed coffin in front of him, and thought to himself: "Could it be that the corpse inside will be resurrected?"

"Stop talking, this is another zombie horror movie, how can it be revived?"

Zhang Ze dispelled his ridiculous thoughts. He thought that this level of demon realm might have to follow the realistic route. After all, it was the era of the Republic of China, and it was unlikely that there would be such things as monsters.

After finding a chair and sitting down, Zhang Ze began to analyze the situation in front of him.

"The game starts in the morgue of the Republic of China. All the equipment and skills are useless, and there are not even any useful hints. How do we clear this level of demon realm?"

In the previous demon realms, Zhang Ze could guess the way to clear the level, such as killing monsters, finding people, completing commissions, and so on.

Although it is not 100% accurate, it is also close to ten.

But this layer of demon realm made him unable to find a clue.

"The man named Ah Wen said that there is still a master here, um, after dawn, go to him and ask."

The night watch was really boring. In a blink of an eye, I heard the watchman's shout from outside, and it was already 4 o'clock in the morning, which was equivalent to four o'clock in the morning.

Zhang Ze felt that his eyelids were fighting, and sleepiness kept attacking him.

In the upper demon realm, the battle was tense, and Zhang Ze didn't take much rest. Now that he came to the fifty-fourth floor demon realm, he planned to go offline after checking the situation. Who knows, he was directly pulled to watch the night. In desperation, he had no choice but to force himself Carry.

"I hope the sky will dawn soon." Zhang Ze yawned, looking forward to it.

"By the way, I can change shifts!" His eyes lit up, and he said with a smile, "Go call the Dragon King and let him replace me!"

He was just getting up to return to the back bedroom when he heard a knock on the door.

Boom boom boom!

Zhang Ze stopped and listened carefully again. He was sure that it was not the wind blowing the door, but someone was really knocking on the door.

"At this time, who will come to Yizhuang?"

Zhang Ze was puzzled, walked slowly to the gate, and asked, "Who is it?"

"Brother, please do me a favor. I'm taking the child back to my mother's house, but it's dark and I don't know the road well, so I got lost. Can you please take us in for a night? We'll leave at dawn..."

A delicate woman's voice came from outside the door, accompanied by the cry of a baby.

Zhang Ze didn't suspect him, so he opened the door, only to see a beautiful woman in her thirties standing outside. She was dressed as a village woman, holding a baby in her arms, and the crying of the baby came from inside.

"Okay, come in quickly."

Zhang Ze let the mother and son in, closed the door with his backhand, and said, "Sister, why are you driving at night with the child alone, how dangerous it is."

No one answered behind him, Zhang Ze looked back in confusion, only to find that the woman was gone, only the swaddle was placed on the chair he was sitting on before.

"Strange, where are people?"

Zhang Ze frowned, and he shouted a few more times: "Elder Sister! Eldest Sister!"

In the empty hall, apart from Zhang Ze's own voice, there was no other movement, only the strong wind outside the house kept blowing.

"It's not right!"

Zhang Ze suddenly became alert. He picked up a broom from the side, held it in his hand as a weapon, and walked towards the swaddling baby step by step.

"Whoa, whoa..."

The baby's crying was still coming out intermittently from inside, Zhang Ze felt at ease, and if there was a crying, it meant that the baby was normal.

Wait, why do I feel that the child is not normal?

Could it be that my intuition keeps reminding me?

Zhang Ze gripped the broom tightly, not daring to be careless, his intuition has always been accurate, there must be something tonight!

Finally walking in front of the swaddle, Zhang Ze stretched his neck and looked inside, only to see that there was indeed a baby inside, but...

This baby is black and purple all over, it is obviously a dead baby!

"Hahaha!"

Suddenly, a woman's strange laughter sounded around, Zhang Ze hurriedly looked around, but did not see a single figure.

"Pretending to be a ghost? Get out of here!"

Zhang Ze yelled, and as a result, the woman's laughter became louder. At the same time, Zhang Ze felt that the laughter seemed to be closer to him.

That's right, right behind him!

He suddenly turned around, only to see a blue-purple face in his eyes, it was the woman who knocked on the door and begged to stay overnight!

Two lines of blood and tears flowed slowly from the corners of her eyes, bursts of Yin Qi made Zhang Ze fall into an ice cave!

The woman grabbed Zhang Ze's neck and let out an ear-piercing scream: "Spiritless man! Give back the lives of our mother and child!"

"Nimma! There is a ghost here!"

Zhang Ze was taken aback, the scene in front of him already explained everything, there are really ghosts in this demon realm!

Although Zhang Ze was surprised, he was not afraid. He had seen many things scarier than this female ghost.

"Go away!"

He stabbed the female ghost's chest with the broom in his hand, but the female ghost's body was as hard as a steel plate, and she couldn't stab it at all.

Helpless, Zhang Ze had no choice but to pull the female ghost's hands. These hands were so strong that he was about to pinch him to death!

Suddenly, the female ghost opened her mouth wide, showing her fangs, and bit Zhang Ze's neck fiercely!

Zhang Ze suddenly became nervous. Being bitten by a ghost must be a bad thing!

So he grabbed the female ghost's neck with his backhand to prevent the female ghost from biting him.

In this way, one person and one ghost tore back and forth in the hall of Yizhuang, and no one could do anything to anyone for a while.

When he was entangled with the female ghost, Zhang Ze suddenly saw from the corner of his eyes that the dead child crawled out by himself!

The dead child crawled extremely fast, using both hands and feet, and crawled in front of a coffin in a while.

"Hee hee hee!"

He let out a strange laugh, stretched out his hand and knocked over the Soul Keeping Lamp!

"Damn! You son of a bitch!"

Zhang Ze was furious.

Now that the female ghost and the little ghost have appeared, there is a high probability that the corpses in these coffins will be resurrected!

What if all these corpses were revived, including this female ghost, would he be able to survive?

Zhang Ze wanted to stop the kid, but the female ghost held on to him, so he had no choice but to yell for help.

"Hurry up, someone! There is a ghost!"

The dead child moved faster than Zhang Ze expected. He just yelled three times, and all the soul-guarding lamps had been knocked down by the dead child.

Then, the dead boy climbed up to the altar where the ancestral tablet was enshrined in front of the hall, sat cross-legged, pointed at Zhang Ze, and grinned strangely.

"You son of a bitch, when I free up my hands, I have to teach you a lesson!"

Zhang Ze gritted his teeth angrily.

Gudong Gudong!

Without the soul-guarding lamp, the corpses in the coffin began to stir, and the coffin shook violently. If it weren't for the yellow paper holding them down, they might have broken out of the coffin a long time ago!

"Huh?"

Seeing that the corpse in the coffin could not come out, the dead child scratched his head strangely. He jumped off the altar, climbed onto a coffin, stared at the yellow paper on it suspiciously, and reached out to grab it.

The moment his finger touched the yellow paper, the spell on the yellow paper suddenly emitted a dazzling red light, sending the dead child flying away.

"Wow, wow, it hurts!"

The dead child bumped against the post, and he rubbed his ass, screaming in pain.

When the female ghost heard her child's cry, she turned her head and looked over with worry in her eyes.

Taking advantage of her distraction, Zhang Ze took a deep breath and tried to run the dragon's breath technique. He was overjoyed. Fortunately, the technique can still be used!

"Go away!"

Zhang Ze raised his strength and kicked the female ghost away.

Boom!

The female ghost knocked over the altar, but the next moment, she stood up straight and rushed towards Zhang Ze again like a gust of wind!

Zhang Ze snorted coldly, stepped aside, and punched the female ghost in the back.

Boom!

The female ghost was overturned again, but Zhang Ze's attack could not cause fatal damage to her, she turned around again, and rushed towards Zhang Ze like crazy.

After beating the female ghost seven or eight times in a row, Zhang Ze felt that his physical strength was exhausted.

There is no way, if you don't use the method of dragon's breath, ordinary attacks can't touch this female ghost at all.

But the dragon's breath method consumes too much energy, and Zhang Ze can't stand it.

What troubled him even more was that the dead boy had learned to be smart. He found a wooden stick from nowhere and used it to fiddle with the spells.

After his continuous efforts, the charm of one of the coffins was actually dropped by him!

Boom, boom, boom!

The lid of the coffin was thrown off suddenly, and then, a zombie sat upright from inside!

The zombie turned its head, and a pair of dead fish eyes were fixed on Zhang Ze. He suddenly jumped out of the coffin, raised his arms flat, fingers like knives, jumped up and down, and rushed towards Zhang Ze!

Zhang Ze hurriedly dodges, now a female ghost and a zombie are chasing him, and there is also a kid who keeps making troubles, he really can't take it anymore.

"Don't go to sleep, hurry up and help, someone is going to die!"

Zhang Ze yelled again in the direction of the back bedroom.

This time, Awen, Giant God, Dragon King and others finally arrived.

"Wow! Where did this female ghost come from?" Awen backed away in fright, his face turned pale.

Without saying a word, the Dragon King and Giant God immediately rushed forward to help.

"Be careful, this is a zombie. Once injured, it may become a zombie!" Zhang Ze reminded loudly.

"Fuck! Is it true?" The Dragon King was holding the neck of the zombie, and when he heard it, he retracted his hand in fright.

As a result, the zombie threw him down all at once, and the fangs almost bit his face.

Fortunately, the giant **** kicked the zombie away, but the giant god's foot almost broke, the zombie's body is really too hard!

Move the knife without emotion to help Zhang Ze deal with the female ghost, while Yiye Zhiqiu went to catch the little ghost.

Zhang Ze saw that Ah Wen was still standing there blankly, and shouted angrily: "Why are you standing there? Why don't you come here to catch ghosts?"

"I, I won't!"

Ah Wen heard the words ~www.mtlnovel.com~ shrinking his neck and waving his hands again and again.

"You work in Yizhuang, and you don't know how to catch ghosts?" Zhang Ze was depressed for a while.

"It's my master who can catch ghosts, I haven't learned it yet!" Ah Wen was full of grievances.

"Then hurry up and call your master!" Zhang Ze shouted angrily while knocking down the female ghost.

At this moment, a figure rushed over, he raised **** in his right hand, bit it with his mouth, and wiped the blood on the forehead of the zombie with lightning speed.

In an instant, the zombie stopped moving and closed its eyes.

"Awen, put the spell on him!"

The man turned around and looked towards Zhang Ze. Zhang Ze was stunned when he saw this man.

"Uncle Nine?"

Chapter end