Mysterious Resurrection: I am practicing magic in troubled times

Chapter 115 Escape

After that sigh.

The whole world fell into absolute silence, and the sound of impact, wind, and screams... everything disappeared.

Everything in this world has been frozen. From a distance, it looks like a huge photo, exuding an indescribable visual impact.

The huge steel cruise ship poked its head out of the thick fog, its vicissitudes of life covered with mottled rust.

Under the bright yellow light, a few lonely figures stood in front of the giant wheel, like ants to an elephant. The contrast between the extremely small and several large made the figures appear to be extremely thin.

When the camera zooms in, the wood chips flying up after the floor is crushed, and the firelight blooming after the white paper lantern is broken are all so clear.

Xu Zheng's body was already flying in the air due to inertia, and the ghost beneath him was also lifting its limbs from the ground, and was about to hit the cruise ship head-on.

At this moment, there was panic and shock on his face, and his eyes were wide-eyed, as if he had anticipated his ending.

Obviously, if time were advanced even for an instant, even with Zhang Qian's obstruction, they would not be able to escape the fate of being captured by the ghost ship.

But Xu Zheng stopped in mid-air in this weird posture, neither falling nor moving forward.

Including Zhang Qian, who was standing aside, seemed like a lifelike wax figure at this moment, maintaining the dragging movement and losing the ability to move.

"I didn't expect to use this ability..."

Yue Linhai shook his head helplessly, and took back half of his foot that had been in the air.

"It's not bad to be able to save a life."

If he didn't pause time, he would have fallen into the ghost ship. If he wanted to escape by then, it wouldn't be that simple.

Rather than enduring the unknown dangers inside the ghost ship, Yue Linhai was more willing to pay the price he already knew.

I just don’t know how serious the backlash will be. He shouldn’t die, right?
At least he hasn't felt the obvious impact yet.

Yue Linhai couldn't help but wonder whether the side effects of this ability were as serious as the owner of the ancient mansion said.

"Is the old man bluffing? Although the ghost ship is scary, it doesn't affect me. If I had known this, why should I be so panicked in the first place."

After confirming the current situation, Yue Linhai slowly relaxed.

In this world, he is the absolute master. Even if it is only for a moment, it is enough for him to do a lot of things.

Yue Linhai didn't even know where the limit of this kind of stillness was, because neither he nor the old man in the ancient house had ever reached that limit.

If he wanted to, he might be able to live in a still world.

But Yue Linhai would definitely not do this, because such a world would be too boring, unable to communicate with others, and could even drive him crazy.

After casually swatting away the flying sawdust, Yue Linhai did not look at Zhang Qian who was on the verge of life and death, but instead straightened his clothes.

His expression was very focused, as if arranging his clothes was an extremely important matter, completely ignoring the ferocious broken ship next to him.

From the collar to the hem, from the shoulders to the cuffs, until there were no more wrinkles on it, Yue Linhai nodded with satisfaction.

"I thought I just inherited the old man's power, but it turned out that this habit was also passed on to me. It's really strange."

But in the face of such a huge legacy, this side effect seems to be irrelevant.

After polishing his glasses again, Yue Linhai paid attention to the situation of the two of them.

"I'm lucky. If I hit a ghost ship, there's nothing I can do."

After admiring the two people's embarrassment for a while, Yue Linhai grabbed Zhang Qian with one hand, pulled him and Xu Zheng away from the ghost ship, and sent him to the relatively intact road behind.

The next moment, time suddenly resumed its flow. "Boom——"

The huge roar made people's ears tremble, and the orange beam penetrated the thick fog and shrouded it unstoppably.

But in the blank area blasted by the white light, Zhang Qian and others could no longer be seen, only a few incomplete wooden boards were crumbling.

When the wrong time returns to normal, this space can no longer restrain them, and they can escape through the back door reserved by the owner of the ancient house in an instant.

……

The scene in front of me suddenly changed. The ghost ship that was very close at hand disappeared and was replaced by some quaint red-painted wooden houses.

Not only that, Zhang Qian felt a little tight in his chest, and his whole body was hanging in the air, as if someone had knocked him away.

However, this kind of force was not enough to hurt him, so after reacting, he quickly adjusted his posture, turned over and landed firmly on the ground.

Somewhat soft, it seems to be earth.

"I go……"

Turning his head, he saw that Xu Zheng, who had been let go by Zhang Qian, had no such ability. After exclaiming, he rolled into a messy grass with Li Gui.

However, the surrounding colors have returned to normal. Obviously, they left the sea area alive.

"Thank you." Zhang Qian said to Yue Linhai.

It's definitely not that easy to leave. If I guessed correctly, Yue Linhai must have taken action.

But Yue Linhai had no time to pay attention to him.

With a wave of his hand, he took out a thick book from nowhere, flipped through a page, and started studying.

Zhang Qian walked up to him curiously, stretched his head over to take a look, and found that what Yue Linhai was holding was not some mysterious book, but a strange photo album.

The photo album is very old, and the pages inside have long been yellowed by the erosion of time. The photos on it also have a sense of age, and they are all black and white photos.

On the page that Yue Linhai opened, there was a landscape photo pasted on it.

Under the dense clouds, heavy fog drifted from nowhere and shrouded the sky above the sea.

A huge ship is sailing on the rough sea, and the orange searchlight penetrates the thick fog and faces the photo, as if it wants to affect the outside world through the photo.

Zhang Qian was naturally familiar with this scene, after all, he had almost revealed where he was just now.

It's just a photo, nothing special.

But the photo that makes Yue Linhai care so much is definitely not ordinary. Maybe this photo is what that world really looks like.

To be able to take photos of the entire ocean and ghost ships, how terrifyingly powerful does the owner of an ancient house have to be?

And looking at the thickness of this photo album, the number of photos pasted in it probably exceeds three digits.

After a moment of silence.

Yue Linhai's tense body suddenly relaxed.

At the same time, within the black and white photo, the corridor that was constantly swimming like a long snake suddenly stopped.

The lanterns above exploded one after another, and within a moment, they were all burned up like firecrackers.

Without the protection of the white light, the corridor fell apart in an instant, and most of the wooden boards fell off directly, disappearing into the depths of the ocean with a splash of falling water.

(End of this chapter)