Mysterious Resurrection: I am practicing magic in troubled times

Chapter 126
“There are no stools in the room, so what’s the use of a desk alone?”

Looking at the lonely desk, Zhang Qian couldn't help but be confused.

The bed was in the center of the room, but the desk was in the corner. Even if it was to be used as a bedside table, the distance was too far.

Excluding the situation that the stool was lost, Zhang Qian is more willing to believe that the purpose of the table is not writing at all, so the people who built the ship did not equip it with a stool.

As for the real purpose of the table, he was a little curious, but he didn't have the conditions to explore it at the moment, so he could only put it aside for the time being.

Confirming whether this thing is safe is what he needs to do now.

"The previous mirror couldn't show my reflection, but there's nothing weird about this table."

After observing it again, there was still no movement on the desk. It seemed to be just an ordinary piece of furniture. Apart from its old appearance, there was nothing special about it.

"No evil ghost appeared as I imagined, and this room gives me a much better feeling than the corridor. Does the open door represent a safe area?"

Burying his doubts deep in his heart, Zhang Qian still did not enter the room.

It's better not to cause too much trouble.

Withdrawing his gaze, he chose to go around the door and continued to explore deeper into the corridor.

With the sound of creaking footsteps, the glowing room continued to recede.

Not long after Zhang Qian left.

A, no, it should be called a semi-humanoid object suddenly appeared in front of the desk.

It looked like a human being that had been carved up vertically, with only half a torso and one foot.

The side of the body was a bloody cut. The various organs inside were exposed but did not roll out. Instead, they were constantly squirming and seemed to be full of vitality.

There was also a huge gaping hole in the remaining shoulder, and the entire arm was missing.

It stands to reason that such a thing cannot stand at all, but not only can it stand, it can also squat in front of the desk.

The posture was like sitting on an invisible stool.

Only half of his upper body was tilted slightly, his gray eyes were staring at the table, and the stubble on his shoulders was constantly trembling.

The figure seemed to want to write something, but it was impossible to accomplish.

Not to mention that there is no paper and pen here, even if there is, it can't write with a pen in its mouth without even an arm, right?

But the devil won't care so much. Even if it's impossible, it will still fight here to the end.

It didn't take long.

As if reaching a certain limit, the figure suddenly disappeared again, and no trace could be found again.

What happened in the room was not known to outsiders.

If Zhang Qian had walked slower, he would have encountered this strange corpse, but at the moment he was focused on the road in front of him.

The iron doors on both sides continued to retreat, and the darkness in front of him also receded, and more iron doors emerged from the darkness.

Not long after, a second opened door appeared not far ahead.

Different from the previous one, this door only opened a gap, and it was also the door on the right side. The opening was blocked by the door body, so Zhang Qian could not directly see what was going on inside.

This was not a big problem. After walking slowly for a few steps, he walked around the iron door to the other side and observed the room without touching the iron door.

The gap opened by the door was only about as wide as a head, which was not wide enough for one person to travel, but it was still enough to peek inside.

It was still an assembly line-like layout. Zhang Qian didn't pay much attention to those places, and kept scanning his eyes as if he was looking for something. "There was a piece of furniture in the two rooms before. I wonder what will be here?"

But after a rough scan, I found nothing.

"Is it empty?"

It seems that the previous inference is not accurate.

Zhang Qian turned his head slightly confused and was about to leave when he suddenly felt something hit the sole of his foot.

Through the dim light in the room, he discovered that there was an extra fan at his feet.

"I definitely didn't see it when I saw it before...is it another supernatural incident?"

Taking a look at the opened door, it seemed that it was not enough for people to pass through, but it was more than enough for a fan to pass through.

No wonder no abnormality was found. It turned out that he ran from the room to the corridor.

The bone fan bones glowed with a faint cold light. I don't know whether it was because of the light problem or the erosion of time. The originally white material now looked a little yellow.

The black liquid in the carpet had soaked into the fan, but it did not leave any mark on the fan after the liquid receded.

Obviously, this thing is not a normal item and is probably related to a ghost.

"Come close to me, do you really want me to open up..."

After lifting his feet, Zhang Qian did not move the fan and continued walking into the aisle as if nothing was wrong.

He didn't know what function this fan had, and he didn't know whether it was good or bad. He wasn't at the end of his rope yet, so he couldn't afford to gamble on a potentially useful prop.

Zhang Qian was still uneasy as he was leaving. He turned back every three steps, worried that the teleporting fan would follow him shamelessly.

But he was too worried. The bone fan just lay quietly on the ground until it disappeared from sight, without any abnormality.

"Are ghosts still polite?"

According to common legends, most of these fans are inhabited by evil ghosts. If you step on them, you will die suddenly, and you will definitely be entangled.

But the evil ghosts here haven't attacked him yet, they just made some small moves, which are much gentler than ordinary evil ghosts.

After about ten minutes of touching.

Zhang Qian looked at the unchanging environment around him and fell into deep thought.

"If the count is correct, I have passed more than 200 doors. Divided by 2, it is more than 100. The distance between each door is about 5 meters. In total, I have walked more than 500 meters, and I still haven't seen the end..."

The Titanic was only over 200 meters long. Is this ship bigger than the Titanic?

And he made sure that he didn't encounter any situation like ghost beating the wall.

Because he encountered several ajar doors along the way. Judging from the things in the room, he shouldn't have gone around in circles.

The ratio of this kind of room is not high, only about one-fiftieth. After walking for so long, he only encountered four doors.

When he first encountered this kind of room, he was very wary, fearing that something like a ghost might emerge from it.

But as he visited more and more times, he found that these rooms were not as scary as he imagined, and he even had the mood to count the things that appeared in each room.

"Items such as beds and carpets seem to be essential items in every room. This is true for every room that is opened. It should have no special meaning. It just adds the attribute of a guest room to the room."

"Looking at it now, the real special points should be those different places..."

(End of this chapter)