Mysterious Resurrection: I am practicing magic in troubled times

Chapter 143: Existence in a Pool of Blood

"Boom-boom-boom-"

The metal door gradually became bent amidst the impact, and the darkness in the corridor was like thick ink melting into clear water, slowly seeping into the room.

Although the door has not completely collapsed, there is already a wide gap between it and the door frame, and completely rotten stumps protrude from the gap, dancing randomly.

Large and small scratches appeared on the walls and door panels, and the loud creaking noise made people dizzy.

Even if this is a room in a ghost ship, it is still a bit difficult to face this monster composed of two ghosts. Sooner or later, the entire room will be completely destroyed. The rest is only a matter of time.

Li Gui's face with ulcerated features had already moved close to the crack of the door, as if he was measuring the distance between the cracks to see if he could pass.

"squeak--"

The twisted metal screamed, and the door was propped up in a terrifying arc by rotting limbs.

The entire door has been completely twisted, and even the door lock has been damaged, but the top and bottom are still connected to the door frame a little bit, and are not completely open.

But that's enough.

With an incomprehensible groan, the rotten human face slowly moved forward, crossed the door, and stretched directly into the room.

The crack in the door was not wide enough for the evil ghost to completely pass through. Its body was stuck outside the door, but its neck continued to stretch, like a stick inserted into its head and kept moving forward.

As if feeling the breath of a living person, a few drops of pitch-black liquid slipped from the corner of Li Gui's mouth like saliva and hit the carpet, leaving a medium-sized black spot.

Rather than a stain, this spot is more like a dark void, connected to an unknown space.

The unknown shadow fluttered rapidly in the darkness, and finally rushed out of the hole, slamming onto the ground of the room.

"Snapped--"

A scarlet arm emerged from the black spot, its flesh and blood were blurred, and it looked no different from the stump behind the door.

The rotten palm was raised, and a dark palm print was already stained on the floor. In just an instant, another arm emerged from the palm print.

Normal people would definitely run very fast when they saw this scene, and even if things got worse, they would look for a place to hide.

But Zhang Qian, whose breath was weak, could not react. He lay unconscious on the ground, showing no resistance like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

He took two steps back as far as he could before falling unconscious, which was the biggest move he could make at that time.

More and more stump limbs were gathering on the floor. They had no eyes, but they followed the movements of the head and kept groping in the direction of Zhang Qian.

A patch of scarlet grass seemed to grow on the ground, and each arm was tapping the carpet excitedly, as if they couldn't wait to turn the prey in front of them into one of them.

But in the next moment, all the movements of the remaining limbs suddenly stopped, and then they fell to the ground and stopped moving, as if they had lost their target.

The rotten human head slowly retreated, and then the limbs in the crack of the door also retreated into the corridor.

After a long time, the old room became silent again.

A thick smell of blood suddenly emerged, drifting everywhere, overpowering the stench of moldy furniture and filling the entire space.

on the floor.

For some reason, a pool of scarlet blood was not absorbed by the carpet, but instead pooled together, forming a small pool of blood.

A young man lay motionless in a pool of blood, his eyes closed, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.

Looking down, you can see a hideous and terrifying wound on his waist, spanning the front and back, almost penetrating his entire body.It's just that although this wound looks scary, there is only a blur of skin with no blood seeping out.

Maybe the blood in the young man's body has been drained long ago, and now only this skin is left.

His breathing has stagnated and his heart is no longer beating. From a medical point of view, the ghost controller named Zhang Qian is now dead.

Not even the devil is interested in him.

On the ghost ship, no one would come to help him collect the body. The whole body might rot without anyone paying attention and turn into a withered yellow skeleton.

I do not know how long it has been.

"Clap."

A crisp sound of footsteps sounded, and the dead silence in the room was broken. The pool of blood under Zhang Qian suddenly rippled in circles, as if an invisible person had stepped in the blood.

Through the mirror on the surface of the pool of blood, you can see a blurry reflection, a dim chandelier, a moldy bed... most of them are no different from the real room.

The strange thing was that Zhang Qian's body lying on his back could not be found in the room. Where the body should have been, there was a figure with an unclear face standing with hands hanging down.

This figure should be the thing that made the footsteps just now, but at this moment it stopped moving. It seemed to have fallen into silence, or it seemed to be thinking about what to do next.

However, this situation did not last long, and the figure in the reflection suddenly moved again.

It stiffly raised its right foot and stomped heavily on the ground.

"Clap."

A blood flower exploded on the surface of the pool of blood, and the blood splashed around, but it dissipated without leaving any other traces in the room.

After a short pause.

The figure raised his left foot again and stepped onto the ground again.

A medium-sized splash of blood spattered, and compared to the first time, the force this time was obviously much smaller.

As the left and right feet continue to alternate, the figure's movements are no longer awkward, and the time between each footstep is gradually shortened.

If there were other people watching, they would be able to tell at a glance that this thing, whether human or ghost, was learning to walk.

Although the figure's movements were still stiff at first, as time went by, its walking posture became more and more natural, and it looked more and more like a "person".

One step, another step.

Its shape became more condensed, and its reflection in the pool of blood became clearer and clearer.

But the gun on his waist and the coat on his body looked exactly like Zhang Qian.

In other words, this figure is a replica of Zhang Qian. The only difference is that the figure's face is covered with a ferocious mask, covering the entire face and making it impossible to see the face.

Not long after, the figure's movements became lighter and lighter, and its body gradually became softer. It looked no different from a real person, or the real Zhang Qian.

At this moment, it has reached the edge of the blood pool, and is only one step away from entering the world beyond the blood pool.

As for whether he will completely transform from a ghost into a human after that, or whether he will exist independently from Zhang Qian's corpse, everything is still unknown and no one can predict it.

The figure did not feel excited, or it could be said that it did not have this emotion in the first place. Facing the changes, it still just mechanically raised its left foot and stepped towards a place invisible in the reflection.

(End of this chapter)