Mysterious Resurrection: I am practicing magic in troubled times

Chapter 144 Unexpected back-up

Just when Zhang Qian, who was in a pool of blood, was about to take the last step, the calm room suddenly changed.

On the wall directly above the wooden bed, an old picture frame suddenly tilted, leaving only a rope hanging stubbornly on a nail, swinging from side to side as if it would fall at any time.

Perhaps because it was so long ago, the glass inlaid on the frame has disappeared, and a dark brown drawing is exposed to the air, swaying with the movement of the frame.

If there is no other interference, it will probably take a long time for the frame to be completely destroyed.

However, at this time, an invisible breeze suddenly blew.

A corner of the old drawing was lifted up by the wind and silently separated from the frame.

The drawing did not fall directly to the bed. Instead, it floated precariously, seemingly dancing in the air at random.

Although there is no pattern in the movement of the drawing, the distance between it and Zhang Qian is constantly getting closer, as if it is moving closer to the corpse intentionally or unintentionally.

Not only that, the drawing floated much faster than it looked. It obviously fell off slower than the reflection lifting its feet, but it hung over Zhang Qian before the reflection landed.

The drawings floated down quietly, covering the corpse's pale face.

There was no change in the room, as if it was really just an old drawing with nothing magical about it.

The figure's movements did not stop because of this, and the feet that had been raised fell forward.

"Clap."

The next moment, footsteps sounded.

There was a small splash of blood, but strangely, the source of the sound was still within the pool of blood.

Moreover, not only were the footsteps not far away from Zhang Qian's body, they were closer than the previous footsteps, as if the figure had taken a step back.

Looking down along the circles of ripples, the figure who looked like Zhang Qian had indeed retreated, looking towards the water as if he had noticed something.

But a piece of dark brown paper appeared in the pool of blood at some point, covering the ferocious ghost mask and sticking it firmly to its face as if it were coated with glue.

It was obvious that all he had to do was raise his hand to pull off the drawing, but the figure did not do that. Instead, he took the next step regardless.

However, the existence of the drawing seemed to affect the perception of the figure. Although the figure kept trying to move forward, it was just spinning in place, unable to leave the range of the pool of blood.

But this alone is not enough. Although the drawings can temporarily delay Li Gui, Li Gui is also improving as time goes by.

The most obvious thing is that the picture in the pool of blood has become blurry, as if there is a strange smoke floating from nowhere, swallowing the figure together with the drawing.

Many small ripples suddenly appeared on the water, and the reflections of incomplete ghost hands quietly emerged. Although they were only weak sub-bodies, they were also part of the supernatural power.

This ghost seems to not only want to achieve a spiritual resemblance, but also steals the supernatural powers in Zhang Qian's body bit by bit. When most of the ghost's abilities are taken away by it, getting rid of the blueprint is just a casual matter.

Fortunately, things have turned around.

These supernatural forces only appeared, but did not directly attack the drawings or figures. It seemed that two people were fighting for their control, so that they were unable to execute two different orders at the same time.

In the end, Guishou made the first move.

Part of the palm jumped up like a jumping spider and rushed towards the drawing on the Qianmenmen Gate.

The other part of the palm did not stop their movements, but kept swimming in the blood pool, seeming to be looking for something.The pale palm fell on the figure's face, squeezing over the mask and tearing at it.

Although their power is not too strong, there are too many to hold them back, and most of the supernatural power of the drawing itself has dissipated, so the two sides were briefly in a stalemate.

The drawing made of an unknown material has been somewhat deformed under the pull, but it still sticks to the figure's face, refusing to give in at all.

Unless there are other variables, once Zhang Qian's body is stinky, there will probably be no winner between these two ghosts.

However, Li Gui will not retreat because of this, and will only fight mechanically.

More and more ghost hands climbed up the figure's trouser legs, wrapping its entire head together with the blueprint like a rice dumpling.

The drawing seemed a little bored by this. With a slight shake, a large number of palms fell into the water and disappeared into ripples.

But the number of ghost hands is endless. Even if they can be temporarily eliminated, it will only be a drop in the bucket.

The next moment, more than a dozen ghost hands jumped up at the same time to fill the vacancy left before.

But just when they were about to touch the blueprint, the blueprint suddenly shook and gently lifted a corner, revealing the forehead of the ghost mask.

A ghost hand jumped up impartially, and lightly slapped the center of the ghost's face.

Such an attack can't even affect the weakest ghost, let alone this one that looks like Zhang Qian and is comparable to four fused ghosts?

But this attack just worked.

As the ghost hand fell, the figure suddenly stopped moving, with his hands lowered, standing blankly on the spot.

The old drawing had left the figure's face and was replaced by a rectangular piece of paper with a regular shape that looked like an envelope.

Maybe Zhang Qian himself sometimes couldn't remember that he once used an envelope as an accessory when devouring Ghost Hand.

But it is this supernatural power with the lowest sense of existence that plays the most important role today.

However, the surface of the envelope should have been smooth, but at this moment, there were a few large characters written crookedly in black notebook. The handwriting was so ugly that I could only guess the general meaning - "To Zhang Qian".

The reflection that was running wild just now suddenly came to a standstill, like a crashed computer or a zombie with a yellow talisman on it, no longer moving.

It wasn't until a long time later that the figure seemed to be summoned, and stepped backwards stiffly, stepping on huge splashes of water, and returned step by step to the location of the body.

As the figure gets closer and closer to Zhang Qian, the characteristics that belong to Zhang Qian on its body are slowly dissipating.

First there were those ghostly hands covering the surface covered with blood, then there was the strange black smoke floating from nowhere, and then even the mask on the figure's face disappeared.

Until finally, the whole figure was just a blurry shadow, and no unusual features could be seen anymore.

"Snapped……"

The last water splash bloomed in front of Zhang Qian, and the figure's figure suddenly stopped. Then it dissipated with the sound of footsteps, turning into a black and white aura, floating back into Zhang Qian's body.

The blood around him suddenly began to disappear, as if it had been absorbed by the carpet, and no trace of its existence could be found in the blink of an eye.

But Zhang Qian's skin gradually turned red, and his heart beat dull but powerfully after a long absence.

(End of this chapter)