Mysterious Resurrection: I am practicing magic in troubled times

Chapter 125 Wooden Table
The dusty electric light flickered slightly, flickering on and off like breathing.

Looking back along the corridor, I could only see two rows of iron doors extending into the darkness along with the corridor. I couldn't count how many rooms there were.

Although most of the doors are rusty, they are still tightly embedded in the door frames, leaving not even a single gap.

But there are exceptions to this.

Apart from the room he was in, there were several doors that had been opened as far as he could see. The dim light in the room passed through the door frames and reflected on the dirty dark red carpet.

There were no shadows in those lights, and I didn't know where the "people" in the room went after opening the door.

Fortunately, there were no signs of the nearby doors being opened. Even the handle of the door opposite Zhang Qian was rusted, and it had obviously not been opened or closed for a long time.

After observing for a while, Zhang Qian stuck his head out of the crack of the door and began to check the situation on the other side.

But the left side of the room is also a bottomless corridor, which is nothing special compared to the other side.

There must be an entrance to a normal aisle, but neither side looks like it.

"Is it so unlucky? My room is not exactly in the middle, right?"

Muttering in his mind, he quietly stepped out of the room and stepped on the carpet in the hallway.

"squeak--"

The heavy carpet seemed to be full of moisture, and with just a gentle pressure, a lot of black liquid poured out of the fibers.

The liquid just came out and was immediately sucked back into the carpet.There was no sign of the carpet being contaminated, it was still the same dark red color.

From this point of view, it is impossible to move quietly.

But that's not all bad.

Your own actions will make sounds, and so will others. At least you don't have to worry about being sneak-attacked from behind.

And if you hear this sound in the future, you can avoid it in advance, which is a small convenience.

Staring into the unfathomable darkness, it was silent, like a void.

Judging from the situation, there shouldn't be anything else moving in the corridor.

After waiting for a while, there was still no danger.

"I thought there would be traps or something like that in the corridor, but it seems I thought too much..."

There was another squeak, and Zhang Qian, who stood completely in the corridor, couldn't help but hold his breath.

When he actually came to this corridor, he suddenly had an indescribable feeling.

It was an inexplicable depression.

It was like losing the shelter of the room. Facing the narrow and endless corridor, I always felt that there was something in the darkness that could swallow up the people in the corridor at any time.

Moreover, the surrounding environment is not movable at all, and there is no furniture such as cabinets in the corridor. If there is real danger, I am afraid there will be no place to hide.

The surrounding temperature dropped by several degrees, and gusts of cold wind carried the rotting smell into Zhang Qian's nose. However, if he felt carefully, the air seemed to be dead still, without any movement.

I looked back at the room filled with light. Although it was shabby, it looked much safer than this corridor.

But it was impossible to return to the room. Without food supplies, his mobility would continue to decline over time, and in the end he might not even have the energy to explore.

Zhang Qian took a breath of the smelly air with a little disgust, looked at the two similar aisles, and chose to go to the right.

The door to the room was not closed because the handle outside was covered with rust. Zhang Qian was not sure whether he could open the iron door from the corridor.

Keep the door open. If you are in danger, at least you will have a place to hide.After thinking about it, he secretly took a fragment from the bed sheet and tied it to the door handle as a mark.

Although it's just a small gesture, it might save lives in times of crisis.

"Now it seems that both sides are almost the same. I don't have any clues, so I can only choose one at random."

He walked very slowly, taking every step carefully for fear of touching any danger.

Even so, the carpet in the hallway still squeaked, announcing his location like a message.

"It's a strange feeling..."

Zhang Qian observed the surrounding environment while paying attention to his own situation.

There was no external injury, but it felt like there was a huge boulder pressing down on his heart, making him feel full of pressure to move.

It's like walking on a single-plank bridge. If you take one wrong step, you will fall into the abyss.

There are unchanging iron doors on both sides of the corridor. There are no marks on the doors. They all look the same in the dim space, and they even almost blend in with the same rusty walls.

If it weren't for the open iron door behind him gradually disappearing, Zhang Qian would probably suspect that he had encountered a ghost and kept walking in circles.

Although most of the doors were locked, Zhang Qian did not approach them hastily. He walked in the middle of the corridor, worried that a certain iron door would suddenly open.

If possible, he would like to check for danger one by one.But after thinking about the captain who was nowhere to be found, and that he only had seven rounds of bullets...

Forget it, if there is a ghost after pulling away, whether you can beat him or not is still a question.

"All fear stems from insufficient firepower. Senior, you will never deceive me."

Shaking his head slightly, he concentrated again and looked at the unusual room in front of him.

He held the pistol silently with his right hand, and the safety was already on. If the situation went wrong, he would not be stingy with his bullets.

"The first door to open...is here."

On the left side of the corridor, a wide open door stood quietly against the wall, with dim light shining out, illuminating a small area at the door.

Before reaching the side of the room, Zhang Qian had already leaned against the wall and stopped moving forward, listening quietly to what was going on inside.

Without the creaking footsteps, the entire corridor suddenly became silent, and even his deliberately slowed breathing could be clearly heard.

"If I heard correctly, there seems to be no one inside?"

After waiting for a moment, he quietly stuck out half of his head and peeked into the room.

The room had an unobstructed view, without any figures or other strange objects.

The torn wallpaper, the dirty bed, the old curtains... everything looked exactly the same as the previous room.

The only difference is probably that there is nothing on the bedside in this room.

Zhang Qian did not enter rashly, but stood at the door and checked again whether the room was safe.

His eyes crossed the blind spot that was just invisible, and he immediately discovered a special table.

On the left side of the bed, a dark red wooden table is pressed against the corner.

There are no drawers on the table. Judging from the shape, it should be just a simple desk.

He couldn't see clearly even from too far away, so he didn't know more details.

(End of this chapter)