Mysterious Resurrection: I am practicing magic in troubled times

Chapter 147 Weird Music

The flames lingered quietly on the dark brown map.

Probably due to the influence of the environment in the ghost ship, the orange flames failed to bring any warmth to Zhang Qian. Instead, they looked like post-processing special effects, with only a layer of textures that had no real sense.

However, I was able to light the ghost candle with this lighter before, which shows that the temperature of the flame is still okay.

So Zhang Qian didn't worry. He picked a corner on the map and put it on the outer flame to roast.

Time gradually passed, and Zhang Qian was ready to be attacked, but the performance of the ghost map surprised him.

The leather was just bathed in the flames and seemed not to be affected at all. It was neither burned or damaged by the high temperature, nor revived by stimulation.

"There's no reaction like this? As a fierce ghost, it's a little too salty."

There was no point in delaying it any longer. Zhang Qian turned off the lighter thoughtfully and reached out to touch the corner that had just been burned.

The feel is still very smooth, and there is no trace of being affected.The flames didn't even leave any residual warmth on the map, and the entire leather still felt cold, as if it had just been taken out of the freezer.

Is it that the stimulation is not strong enough, or that he does not meet the killing rules now, so no provocation will work?
Zhang Qian shook his head slightly, but unfortunately he had run out of bullets, otherwise he could give this thing a try.

"Now that I think about it, I actually used golden bullets to repel the evil ghost. This is something that has never been recorded before."

Under normal circumstances, it is very difficult for golden bullets to kill ghost slaves, and it has no effect on fierce ghosts.

According to some records in the headquarters' files, after Wang Xiaoming discovered that ghosts could not affect the law of gold, in addition to using gold as a means of imprisoning ghosts, more people also hoped to use gold as a weapon to attack ghosts.

Since golden bullets couldn't kill him, some people proposed golden grenades, golden cannonballs, and even golden missiles.

However, these proposals are all similar, except that some of the alloys are replaced with real gold, and the metal fragments are replaced with gold fragments.

Just increasing the amount without qualitative change, no matter how much you add, it will have no effect.In addition to making more noise, even the weakest ghosts can't be killed.

"Adding true energy to bullets can cause damage to ghosts. Whether they are silhouette ghosts or mutilated ghosts, they are all affected by the bullets."

"But the amount of Qi carried by the bullet is too small, and the impact on the ghosts can only make them pause for a moment, and they can recover in an instant, which is far less damaging than the damage I can do with one punch."

This is also a problem that Zhang Qian has discovered a long time ago. He had also given himself a set of golden weapons before, but the effects were average.

Although gold will not be corroded by the true energy, the amount of true energy it can carry is also very limited, which is far less direct than a punch.

The only function is probably to avoid contact with evil ghosts and prevent being tricked.

"There are only so many ghosts that can be swallowed in a short period of time. Maybe we need to find some magic weapons to strengthen our strength." Zhang Qian murmured while looking at the pistol at his waist.

As a monk, you have to find a set of magic weapons for yourself. Every day, it is either a fist or a golden stick, so that other practitioners will think that they cannot use it when they see it.

Although orthodox magic weapons are more difficult to find, I have begun to practice under the influence of ghosts, so I am probably not a serious immortal cultivator. Using supernatural props will have the same effect.

Putting aside the vague thoughts, I still had to deal with the things inside the ghost ship first, otherwise it would be unclear whether I could get out.

"I always feel like this thing doesn't fit in with my stereotype of evil ghosts."

All conventional methods that could be used have been tried, but the ghost map still showed no resistance and hung in Zhang Qian's hand. It was obviously lifeless, but it gave people a feeling of listlessness.

As for using zhenqi to test the ghost map, Zhang Qian's zhenqi never stopped flowing into the map.

But he didn't feel any resistance. The moment he entered the map, he lost his sense of Qi, as if he had fallen into a bottomless pit. Not only was it not full, but he couldn't see clearly.

It's like being eaten by something.Just as Zhang Qian was immersed in thought, a strange sound suddenly reached his ears.

"Ok?"

Zhang Qian instantly raised his head and looked around, trying to find the source of the sound.

But he failed.

The entire room had been searched by Zhang Qian a long time ago. The only abnormal map was in his hand. There should be nothing moving except himself.

Moreover, the decoration in the room is really simple, there is not even a single socket, let alone electrical appliances such as a TV or radio.

The sound seemed to have crossed many obstacles and was somewhat distorted. It was impossible to hear the specific content or even what was coming from it.

Zhang Qian temporarily put the ghost map aside and tried to decipher the meaning of this weird sound.

"It seems like a piece of music?"

Although vague, the sound does have a certain pattern, or melody.

But before Zhang Qian could listen carefully, the music stopped abruptly, just as it appeared without warning.

As Zhang Qian held his breath, the surrounding space fell into silence. Only the waves outside the portholes were constantly lapping, making waves.

The sound seemed to have really disappeared, leaving no trace behind, as if it was just an illusion.

But Zhang Qian never considered the possibility of auditory hallucinations, because the sound seemed to contain some kind of melody, and it was not something that could be formed by illusion.

And he didn't eat the fungus. Even if he did, the fungus wouldn't be able to poison him now.

What he cares about is the meaning of the music, but the sound appears for too short a time and no key information can be heard at all.

"A piece of music that I haven't heard before..."

When Zhang Qian wanted to hum the melody through his memory, he felt that his head was in chaos and he could not recall even a little detail.

Even when he wanted to dig deeper, his whole person became a little light, as if something was about to escape from his body.

next moment.

"This is where?"

The pupils expanded slightly, and when they condensed again, Zhang Qian's face was actually a little dazed.

There was something wrong with his memory again, and all the memories about himself and the supernatural disappeared.

At this moment, from a perspective that Zhang Qian couldn't even observe, a piece of yellow paper stuck to his forehead shook slightly.

In less than a second, his eyes returned to clarity.

When Zhang Qian reacted, his eyesight blurred, but the feeling of losing his memory just now was clearly engraved in his mind.

This feeling is the same as the feeling just after waking up from a coma.

"My memory almost disappeared just because I tried to recall the music..."

(End of this chapter)