Mysterious Resurrection: I am practicing magic in troubled times

Chapter 135
The monster hung upside down from the ceiling with its twisted limbs, and its highly rotten palms slapped against the metal wall, leaving behind one dark palm print after another.

There were no facial features on the rotten head, and the two eyeballs had long since rotted away, leaving only two terrifying holes.

There was no blood oozing out of this hideous wound. Instead, a viscous liquid as black as ink flowed out, dripping onto the carpet and quickly dissipating.

The urgent sense of crisis oppressed Zhang Qian's nerves. He didn't dare to look any further. He averted his eyes and swung his legs with all his strength.

Just looking at the momentum, this fierce ghost is far more terrifying than the water ghost he met before, and it is definitely not something he can handle.

But the twisted monster behind him had no intention of letting him go. The banging sound became more and more intense. It seemed that it was gradually adapting to this body, and the ghost's speed was also getting faster.

After finally escaping the attack of two fierce ghosts, where did this thing come from?
The distance between Zhang Qian and Li Gui is still shortening, and the scarlet candle in his hand is flickering, with a faint tendency to go out.

Even though he felt a little desperate at the moment, a small piece of candle, two bullets... Even the water ghost couldn't deal with these things, so how could he deal with this terrifying thing behind him.

Should we just resign ourselves to fate and bet that the envelope in our hand will have a miraculous effect on the ghost?

At this moment, the crashing sound behind him suddenly disappeared.

The entire corridor suddenly returned to silence, leaving only Zhang Qian's footsteps. It seemed that everything just now was just his imagination.

He was surprised, but before he had time to explore, another sudden change occurred around him.

An inconspicuous black hole appeared on the wall on the right side of the aisle, as if it had just been painted on, with dark paint still seeping down.

An already ulcerated arm suddenly poked out of the hole, with a cold aura, and fiercely grabbed Zhang Qian.

This attack came unexpectedly, when Zhang Qian was stunned, and the source of the attack was from an unexpected place. Even though Zhang Qian had tried his best to avoid it, he still felt a chill in his stomach.

Looking down, he saw that the clothes on his right waist had been corrupted by the festering ghost hand, revealing a hole the size of a human head.

His body was not spared either. Large pieces of skin and some muscles were torn off, and a hideous wound stretched across his waist.

It was obviously a new injury, but the surface of the wound was covered with blood scabs, like an old wound that had not healed for a long time, and he was almost unconscious.

But when he took the next step, the wound suddenly opened, pumping out scarlet blood.

It was as if his nerves had just reacted, and a sharp pain entered Zhang Qian's brain until then. The pain made his knees weak and he almost fell to the ground.

But the severe pain also made Zhang Qian more energetic, and hormones flowed in the blood throughout the body.

His attention was focused like never before, and the world in his eyes was as clear as if a slow-down button had been pressed.

The thoughts in his mind fell silent, and all thoughts turned into the belief of survival.

"Boom!"

The golden sand eagle breathed fire snakes and fired the last two precious bullets.

The bullet cut through the air and accurately hit the rotting human head protruding from the black hole.

For some unknown reason, the effect of these two spears was unexpectedly powerful. They shot into Li Gui's eye sockets and came out from the back of its head. The powerful force even overturned Li Gui's Tianling Cap.

Generally, ghosts will not be injured. Once injured, it must mean that the source of the supernatural power has been damaged.

A small half of the head exploded, which is considered a fatal injury to ordinary people and ghost masters, but to a fierce ghost, it is nothing.

Because this rotten ghost is unusual among the puzzle ghosts, every part is a real ghost, not a dead body put together.

It may never be able to repair this wound, but it is not enough to affect its actions, let alone kill it.

Therefore, the fierce ghost in the air was only paused by the two shots, and then rushed towards Zhang Qian.But at this moment, Zhang Qian found a glimmer of hope.

The door behind him opened a crack unknowingly, and a dim light shot out from the crack of the door. It was not bright, but it was like a shot in the arm that gave him hope again.

"There is light, so it is not dangerous..."

As soon as the thought came up, Zhang Qian's hands started to move.

You only have one chance, no room for hesitation.

He threw the last small piece of candle out, hit Li Gui's face, and exploded like a flashbang.

The remaining candles were burned out all at once, and the burst of light was like a small sun, taking away Zhang Qian's vision.

But he still rolled in the door based on his feeling and closed the door with a bang.

Without enough time to observe the environment inside the room, Zhang Qian pressed against the door handle and held the door tightly.

The next moment, the light of the candle disappeared.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The fierce ghost outside the door rushed to the empty space but was unwilling to give up. With more than a dozen hands and feet working hard at the same time, he pushed his body and hit the door again and again.

The huge force caused Zhang Qian's shoulder to hurt, but he did not dare to carry it at all and gritted his teeth and refused to take a step back.

Perhaps the power of the evil ghost outside the door was really powerful. The huge force actually knocked the entire iron door out of shape, and the door panel curved into a terrifying arc that sunk inwards.

If it were a normal door, it would have been broken by now, but this iron door was not consistent with common sense. It was just bent, but not broken.

Through the gap created by the impact.

You can see that the corridor is already dark, there is no light at all, and you can't see what is outside at all.

The cold breath penetrated into the room along the crack in the door. In Zhang Qian's horrified eyes, a hand with ulcerated skin suddenly passed through the crack and clasped it against the wall of the room.

The dark red and damp wallpaper was torn immediately, and even the lights in the room were no longer bright. Along with the sound of sizzling electricity, there was a strange flicker.

This is some kind of supernatural invasion. Once the supernatural power of the rotten ghost takes over the room, this seemingly unbreakable door will naturally open.

Zhang Qian didn't know what Li Gui's purpose was, but he knew that he couldn't just let Li Gui act like this, and he had to find a way to stop it.

In what way?
My mind seemed to have turned into a ball of mush, with severe pain stirring back and forth inside, and I couldn't think of any ideas.

The wounds on his waist and abdomen were still bleeding. The effects of the hormones had faded, and Zhang Qian felt that his vision was beginning to blur.

Even the deafening knocking sound became dull, like a lullaby that made his eyelids tremble.

After all, he is not a superman. To be able to reach this point, it can be said that he has exhausted his luck.

"Almost..."

(End of this chapter)