Mysterious Resurrection: I am practicing magic in troubled times

Chapter 128
The entire candle was visibly shortened to the naked eye, and the missing part seemed to be ignited in an instant. The bright yellow candlelight almost condensed into a dazzling golden light.

Did something go wrong?
Shocked, Zhang Qian immediately looked around, trying to find something unusual.

Not in front, not above...

Suddenly turned back.

The horrific scene made his pupils shrink suddenly and all the muscles in his body tensed unconsciously.

The deep darkness had approached unknowingly, sealing the corridor behind his heels.

A fishy and unpleasant smell spread across the floor, like a pile of rotten meat formed by countless piles of rotten meat. All kinds of strange smells blended together, making people almost nauseous.

The darkness that was originally a hundred meters away came here for some reason.

Obviously Zhang Qian had been paying attention to the situation behind him, but he still failed to notice the darkness approaching. It was not until the explosion of the candle that he realized something was wrong.

This darkness is like a tiger that chooses people to eat. There is no warning before launching the attack. Once it strikes, it is a fatal blow.

Fortunately, the candle did not disappoint Zhang Qian. It was like an insurmountable chasm between him and the darkness.

The orange candlelight cast into a ball, isolating the darkness.

But this is not enough.

The darkness seemed to be fluid and could not rush into the candlelight. It simply separated from the surroundings and turned into a depression, as if it wanted to swallow Zhang Qian together with the candle.

Fierce ghost?Paranormal phenomena?
None of these questions are important. What is important is that it is dangerous and it wants to kill oneself.

After understanding the current situation.

Zhang Qian didn't hesitate at all, and immediately ran towards the depths of the corridor.

Although the front may not be safe, it is better than waiting to die here.

The candle's ability was stronger than he imagined. Not only could it affect supernatural beings, it could even withstand attacks from evil spirits.

The most important thing is that it is not a one-time prop. Even if it has resisted a fierce ghost once, it has not been scrapped and is still working.

Protecting the candle in the palm of his hand, Zhang Qian tried his best to keep the flame burning, not daring to let it go out.

Facing the unknown danger like the evil ghost, this thing can be his own life-saving straw.

The candle at this moment no longer explodes like it did at first, but it still burns much faster than when it was in the room before, and the long flame is even a little hot to the touch.

"It consumes very quickly. The explosion just now has consumed a lot of candles. If it happens a few more times, the entire candle will be burned out."

Zhang Qian was thinking about countermeasures while staring at the situation of the candle with his peripheral vision.

If the candles are burned out and no other way to resist the evil ghost can be found, I guess I will have to explain myself here.

"Bam—"

With a muffled sound, the candle suddenly jumped again.

Looking back, he saw that the darkness was following him closely, with no intention of giving up the pursuit.

However, it seems to be affected by the candle. Now it advances much slower, and it will take some time to catch up.

After resisting another attack, the candle was shortened again, but the person behind the darkness did not suffer any substantial damage.

If it continues like this, Zhang Qian will definitely be the first to die in the end.

It takes some trying.

"The distance is far away, you can give it a try..."

After hesitating for a moment, Zhang Qian suddenly turned around and took a deep breath.

In his hand, a golden sand eagle was still loaded, and the two-point mechanical sight was facing the center of the darkness.

"The bite was too strong before, but now the distance is just right. It's not afraid of sticking out of my face, and it's also convenient for me to aim."

Zhang Qian pulled the trigger and assessed the distance between the two. "I don't believe that I can't hit such a big thing. I just hope that gold can have some effect, otherwise I have to think of other ways."

"boom!"

"boom!"

Without hesitation, he pulled the trigger, and in order to prevent missing the target, he fired two rounds before stopping.

The primer of the bullet immediately exploded under the action of the firing pin, pushing the warhead to spiral out, cut through the air, and plunge into the darkness.

But the darkness was not affected at all. It only fluctuated slightly, and it didn't even mean to slow down its movement.

That way, it seems easier than swallowing two pebbles in a pond.

Zhang Qian, who ran away after firing, also noticed the situation behind him. He cursed secretly and put the still-warm Sha Ying back into his holster.

"Is it ineffective or just missed? Could it be that the gun can only hit zombies and other evil ghosts, but it has no effect on ghost-like things like this?"

The sound of hurried footsteps echoed throughout the corridor.

Zhang Qian didn't control his mind, he just kept his head down and ran as fast as possible.

If he could, he would keep pursuing him. Even if he completely lost hope, there was no chance of him waiting to die.

Suddenly, a distinctive door appeared in front of him.

On the right side of the corridor, a twisted iron door is half-hanging on the door frame, with the risk of falling off at any time.

This is the most damaged door Zhang Qian has ever seen. No matter how rusty the previous doors were, the overall structure was not damaged.

This door is already on the verge of being scrapped, and it cannot be closed even if it is pressed back forcibly.

Not only that, the door frame was completely dark, with no light coming out.

On the whole, while the other rooms were only temporarily put aside, this room was already abandoned.

"This is the first time we meet... Do you want to go in and hide?"

While hesitating, Zhang Qian glanced at the dark location with his peripheral vision.

Even at a leisurely pace, it would take a while to catch up with him.

"There should still be time. There is no need to gamble on whether this room is safe."

He didn't even want to risk entering a room with the lights on and the door intact, let alone such a weird room.

There are ghosts in the room. Although most of them are quiet, but now that the room is like this, can the ghosts in it still pretend to be dead peacefully?
He just wanted to avoid the evil ghost, but he didn't want to provoke another evil ghost.

Even if he was allowed to stay in the corridor, he would feel more comfortable than staying in the room.

After making up your mind.

Zhang Qian deliberately avoided the door, and at the same time tried his best to close his eyes, focus on the journey in front of him, and did not dare to peek into the room.

No accident occurred, and the expected danger did not appear. It was as if Zhang Qian had been overthinking before.

"My guess was wrong. Fortunately, you can't hide in that room, otherwise I would have wasted my life."

Let's not talk about whether the hanging door can be closed. Just looking at the twisted shape of the door, it has no ability to isolate the evil spirits from the outside world.

After passing without any danger.

Just as Zhang Qian was about to continue running away, a dull sound suddenly came from behind him.

As if something heavy fell on the carpet, the entire aisle shook a few times.

　Why is there no prompt when a chapter is deleted...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)