Mysterious Resurrection: I am practicing magic in troubled times

Chapter 127

In the first room is a desk without a stool. It looks a bit old, but there is nothing special about it.

There was nothing in the second room, but a fan suddenly appeared at the door. It was probably something that ran out of the room.

The third and fourth rooms are relatively normal, with a lamp and an old book in them respectively.

The items in each room are different and have no common characteristics at all.

"There are so many guest rooms, so there should be a lot of people on the ship, but I haven't heard any movement for so long, and it doesn't look like this person lives in the room."

In the silent corridor, there was still only Zhang Qian's footsteps.

The surrounding environment was so quiet that he even felt that he could hear his own voice.

"Forget about one or two empty rooms, all the rooms are empty, which is a bit weird."

All the passengers suddenly disappeared?
Zhang Qian rejected this idea. Maybe the passengers never left, or even encountered him many times.

"Judging from the requirements for a guest room, these rooms are clearly substandard."

"Although a bed is enough for rest, people also need to wash up, have fun and have fun... all kinds of requirements, these rooms can meet every dream."

"They didn't even prepare toilets and charging sockets. If they really wanted to ask passengers to stay in this kind of room, the captain would probably be scolded and depressed."

But this is a ghost ship, so how can the passengers be ordinary people?

"Perhaps these rooms are not prepared for humans at all, and those weird old objects are the real passengers. Such things naturally do not have all the needs of humans."

"Although I didn't go in to observe carefully, judging from the previous mirror, these things should not be simple. There is a high possibility that they are related to supernatural beings, or even the original bodies of evil spirits."

After all, he had never seen what Li Gui looked like before, so he just took it for granted that Li Gui was something like a ghost.

But now it seems that the only one who can treat a ghost ship with such solemnity is Li Gui.

With all the ghosts on this ship together, it was no wonder that a living person like myself would be squeezed out. Even the air around me felt like it was squeezing people to death.

The existence of powerful ghosts has been expected for a long time. Is this number too much?

Zhang Qian's eyes were solemn, and he frowned as he looked into the darkness deep in the corridor.

I originally thought that ghosts were rare and rare things. Even if they were dangerous, they just needed to be careful to avoid them.

But the situation was much worse than he imagined.

"If every room corresponds to a ghost, there will be at least two to three hundred ghosts in this corridor."

"And this number is far from the limit. According to this situation, even doubling it is not an exaggeration."

"The problem is, I only have seven bullets..."

This battle was really more difficult than he imagined.

I hope the evil ghost won't be as scary as the folk rumors say. Otherwise, let alone completing the mission, whether he can walk out of the corridor will be a problem.

Fortunately.

Most of the rooms were closed. Although Zhang Qian didn't dare to check whether they were locked, there was an iron door blocking them, which was a psychological comfort.

The ghosts here are also relatively lazy. They lie in the room one by one and show no intention of biting anyone after such a long time.

Otherwise, even if Zhang Qian could kill a fierce ghost with one shot, he would have been submerged in the sea of ​​ghosts by now.

Not long after, Zhang Qian's footsteps suddenly paused.

"The lights seem to be dimming?" The surrounding light seems to have dropped by an order of magnitude, and the light has changed from an unstable old electric lamp to a paper lantern that is about to go out.

The lights in the corridor were not bright before, but they were enough to see all the details in the corridor.

But there seems to be something wrong with the electric light in the depths. Not only does the light it emits fail to illuminate, it even feels a little dark.

Rather than being called a light, it was more like a layer of light gray gauze covering the nearby walls and carpets.

A click.

A thick white beam of light shot out and swept across the entire corridor.

"Originally I wanted to keep a low profile, but compared to the risk of lighting attracting ghosts, I'm more worried about not being able to detect danger in advance due to poor visibility."

Zhang Qian held up a piece of gold and moved bricks. The light emitted by the bricks instantly blocked the dim electric lights in the corridor.

After adjusting the mode slightly, the range of the light was expanded again. Just hold it in front of your chest to cover the entire passage.

Although this bright light has no special effect, I have to admit that Zhang Qian's mood has relaxed a lot as the dim environment around him has just receded.

At least the situation of turning a rusty brain into a fierce ghost is impossible.

"This corridor is not ordinary, such a strong light can't even shine through..."

Now the corridor in Zhang Qian's eyes seemed to be divided into two worlds.

The part in front of him was filled with light, all details were exposed, and there was nothing special about it except for its dilapidation.

But the light did not extend very far, and was swallowed up by the darkness in the distance, suddenly disappearing from the corridor.

Nothing could be seen in the darkness, not even the outline of an object.

To be honest, it is like a piece of black cloth with a [-]% light-absorbing effect, and it looks like it has penetrated a hole in the world.

Zhang Qian, who did not believe in evil, adjusted the mode of the flashlight again. The scattered light was concentrated and inserted straight into the darkness like a lightsaber.

It's a pity that it has no effect, and it is no different from before.

"It's not a matter of quantity, it's that flashlights are inherently unable to affect this kind of darkness. It seems that unless there is a special light source, even [-] flashlights will have no effect."

"But it seems that I really have a special light source..."

After groping for a while, Zhang Qian got a scarlet candle in his hand.

"I've never seen what's behind the darkness. Those rooms look like they're coming out of the darkness, but they're not necessarily those rooms behind the darkness."

Although it was a bit ridiculous, Zhang Qian felt that this darkness might be similar to a portal.

It will spread out into the corridors and rooms as people pass by, creating a sense of infinite distance.

"This layer of darkness is probably what prevents me from leaving. If the candle can break this layer of darkness, it may be able to help me find a new way."

But can the candlelight shine so far away?
Try it, and then you'll know.

"Snapped."

Light the candle with a lighter.

Before Zhang Qian could take a closer look, the hairs all over his body suddenly stood up, and a strong sense of crisis suddenly erupted.

The candle that had just been lit also changed strangely at this moment. After exploding with a snap, it burst into a ball of dazzling sparks.

(End of this chapter)