Mysterious Resurrection: I am practicing magic in troubled times

Chapter 132
The idea was beautiful, but Zhang Qian always felt an indescribable haze in his heart.

It is the uneasiness caused by not understanding the situation and being unable to control the surrounding environment.

Almost all the key information about this plan is speculation, and it is still unknown whether it will work.

Even if it works, if there is more than one ghost in front of him, and the previous footsteps are just hidden, how should I deal with it?
Faced with the attacks of four or five fierce ghosts at the same time, even with a candle as a cover, it may not be safe.

Once the water ghosts fail to hold a stalemate with them at the same time, missing a fierce ghost will be a devastating blow to Zhang Qian.

"I am afraid of my hands and my feet...I am nothing more than that."

Shaking his head to eliminate the distracting thoughts in his mind, Zhang Qian cheered up and tightened his grip on the sand eagle in his hand.

Now that you've made a decision, you can't hesitate. You can't think of a better way in a short period of time. Acting according to the original plan is the path with the highest chance of survival.

"Clap."

There was a sound of wet footsteps, but another footsteps immediately followed.

"Clap."

The two voices merged into one, and it sounded like two people walking at the same time.

Although the number is not up to par, it is obviously exactly the same as the situation in the darkness before.

Through the blurred light, two dark figures took the place of the man in the suit.

They were lined up side by side in the aisle, shoulder to shoulder, and looked almost as one.

Zhang Qian perked up and immediately thought of a possibility.

This change occurred immediately after I turned off the flashlight. Could it be that the extinguishing of the light contributed to this change?

Perhaps a dark environment is more suitable for the performance of evil ghosts. Under the light, he only needs to face one evil ghost, but in the darkness he has to face multiple evil ghosts.

One of them can't block the corridor, and there is still a gap to pass through. Five ghosts are lined up side by side, but there is no hope at all.

Without hesitation, the flashlight's bright light immediately shot out.

After a brief period of discomfort, Zhang Qian's pupils refocused, and the ghost in front of him changed back to the appearance of a man in a suit.

The man in the suit didn't look abnormal at this moment, and he didn't look like he had just undergone any changes.

He just stared straight at the dazzling light with his eyes, seeming to be very concerned about the impact of this thing.

Of course, the greater possibility is that the light is right in front of it.

"Damn...why is this phone so thick?"

Zhang Qian cursed secretly and gave up the idea of ​​keeping both the pistol and the flashlight.

He just wanted to hold the phone in his mouth for lighting, but found that the brick-like satellite phone was thicker than his fist, like a rectangular parallelepiped, and could not be held in his mouth at any angle.

Moreover, the appearance of this thing is very smooth, even if you want to hang it somewhere on your body.

"The distance is getting closer. It's probably too late to make a rope out of clothes now."

Looking at the ghost in a suit not far away, Zhang Qian gave up the idea of ​​becoming a monster.

"Let's do this for now. The most important thing now is to prepare for contact with ghosts. A pistol is not necessarily a necessity."

After taking a breath of the rotten and unpleasant air, he turned his head to confirm the location of the water ghost.

The black water has completely flooded the ceiling, without any trace of light transmission, and no trace of liquid can be seen anymore.

Although he couldn't see clearly what was going on inside, Zhang Qian knew that the mountain of drowned corpses should be hanging in the water at the moment, catching the current and trying to swallow him up.

The water ghost made no sound when it moved, and the dark liquid surface moved silently. It really looked like an approaching black hole, wildly devouring everything that fell into it. "This speed is indeed a little faster than mine. According to estimates, when I meet the ghost in the suit, the water ghost should be just three steps slower than me."

The most difficult part of this plan to control is the opportunity when the two ghosts want to meet, that is, the distance between the water ghost and Zhang Qian.

The control of this distance is very particular. If it is too close, Zhang Qian, who has no time to leave, will be attacked by two ghosts at the same time.

If it's too far, the candle in his hand won't last that long, and even the water ghost won't be able to catch him after he's torn apart by the men in suits.

"These three steps are the boundary between my life and death. I must get rid of the ghost in the suit before then, otherwise these two guys will make me a dumpling, and the consequences will be much more serious than facing a ghost."

Seeing the ghost in a suit getting closer and closer, Zhang Qian began to adjust his position.

His goal was not to kill the devil head-on, but to leave through the gap in the aisle.

Soon, only the man in a suit was left in the middle of the corridor. Zhang Qian had already run to the right and pressed against the wall, leaving as much space as possible.

In fact, there is no difference between the two sides. As for why he chose the right side... it was probably out of some intuition.

The distance of dozens of steps flies by in an instant, and the moment when the three of them come into contact can be said to be close to the present.

Zhang Qian observed the surrounding situation solemnly, fearing that some changes would occur and lead to flaws in the plan.

The bright flashlight light was shining everywhere, and everything in the aisle was so normal, and seemed to be developing in the direction he expected.

But...what's going on with this feeling?

The dull feeling that appeared earlier did not disappear, but continued to increase as the distance increased.

What started as a reminder has now evolved into an alarm.

This feeling is too strong and can no longer be explained by illusion.

Zhang Qian couldn't help but wonder, was there anything he had missed?
But looking around, the speed of the water ghost behind him has been fixed, and the movements of the suit ghost in front of him are also unchanged and stiff.

"Clap."

There was nothing unusual about the footsteps. The rhythm was gentle and there shouldn't be anything mixed in.

All the conditions required for the plan have been met. Is it true that there is no way for me to escape from the ghost in the suit? Is this plan fundamentally unworkable?

His eyes followed the flashlight's continuous sweep.

Suddenly, a small puddle attracted Zhang Qian's attention.

The puddle seemed to appear suddenly. It was obviously thirty to forty centimeters wide, but Zhang Qian had never found any trace of it before.

The puddle is not that kind of black liquid, but rather like ordinary sea water. Under the illumination of the flashlight, it looks like a silver mirror, abruptly embedded in the dark red carpet.

The puddle is located on the right side of the center of the aisle, not far in front of the man in the suit.

Logically speaking, it is impossible for the evil ghost walking in the middle of the aisle to step into a puddle.

The only one who might step on it is yourself...

Zhang Qian was suspicious, why the timing and location of this puddle were so coincidental, as if it came specifically to block the road.

If my plan cannot succeed, isn't it because of this thing?

"Snapped--"

With a crisp sound, while Zhang Qian was thinking, someone stepped into the puddle first.

(End of this chapter)