Mysterious Resurrection: I am practicing magic in troubled times

Chapter 149 Main Weapon Get
There is still a while until the 5-minute deadline.

During this time, Zhang Qian was not idle. He took out his satellite phone and edited a message in the text message.

The content of the message is very simple. It is an overview of the ghost ship and various precautions. Although it cannot be sent, it may come in handy after losing memory again.

"It's a pity that I am probably the only living person here. Otherwise, according to my past experience in dealing with ghosts, after being attacked once, the ghosts will give priority to other people who trigger the attack conditions, and the probability of me being attacked will be greatly reduced."

Putting the phone in his pocket, Zhang Qian walked around the room twice more, and finally focused on the crumbling picture frame.

There doesn't seem to be anything special about this picture frame. It seems to be something that a certain family usually uses for their own use, and it is used as a temporary storage place for ghost maps.

The dark red picture frame has some paint peeling off, and there are pitted wood under the paint, which doesn't look like a good material.

The backboard wasn't even painted, and the original-colored wood was just exposed to the air, and many mottled mold spots had grown on it after being corroded by the humid air.

In addition to being relatively old, the frame looks really cheap. If it were put on the flea market, it would cost five yuan and no one would buy it.

"But besides the ghost map, the frame is really what sets this room apart from the others."

Under normal circumstances, the things inside the picture frame must be more important, but there is no guarantee about supernatural things. Maybe the ghost map is just a sub-body, and the picture frame is the main body?
Walk gently to the head of the bed.

Zhang Qian stretched out his free right hand and wanted to remove the square frame from the nail.

But he had just put his hand on it, and when he was about to lift the frame, the entire frame suddenly fell apart and shattered into several wooden strips of different sizes.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly, reached out and grabbed two wooden bars, one long and one short, in the air.

The rest of the frame fell downwards and landed silently on the bed.

Before Zhang Qian could take a closer look, the fragments on the bed actually emitted bursts of black smoke, and then turned into a pile of black powder as if they were weathered.

"Even if it is somewhat related to the supernatural, it still cannot withstand the erosion of time."

Immediately afterwards, the wooden sticks in Zhang Qian's hand also changed in the same way, but only the shorter one disappeared, while the longer one was still intact.

I swiped the black powder with my fingers. It felt fine and dry, like the fly ash left after burning firewood. There was nothing special about it, not even the cold feeling that was unique to the supernatural.

"So the other places are just foils, and the most important part of the whole frame is this border?"

The entire frame is about as long as Zhang Qian's arm, and the entire frame appears an uncomfortable dark red.

Unlike other worn parts of the frame, this long edge was merely covered in dust. After being wiped clean, the intact paint surface seemed to still reflect light.

After sniffing carefully, Zhang Qian could even smell a smell of blood from it.

This thing does not look like a picture frame that has been left on the ghost ship for a long time, but like a murder weapon that has just been found at the scene of a murder.

There is no doubt that this thing is definitely related to the supernatural.

But after feeling it carefully, I found that this stick did not look like a real ghost. The supernatural aura it conveyed to Zhang Qian was very limited. It was most likely just a supernatural item similar to ghost candles and envelopes.

As for the effect...

"Is it used as the main body to form a picture frame and uses its power to restrict the ghost map?"

"It's actually double insurance. The ghosts in those rooms didn't get such treatment before." Maybe the ghost map is a very special existence in the ghost ship?
After looking back and forth, Zhang Qian found that the border looked a little strange.

There is no carving or decoration on it, and the shape of the entire stick is angular, almost like a rectangular parallelepiped. Rather than being part of a picture frame, it is more like a stool leg sawed off from somewhere.

Looking at this unique shape, Zhang Qian couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, "Is this an alternative wish coming true?"

I was looking for a supernatural prop before, and this stool leg was delivered to my door.

The length and thickness are appropriate, and since this thing is related to the supernatural, there is no need to worry about its strength. It might be a good choice to use it as a weapon.

He tentatively waved it twice in the air, making a roaring sound. The feel was unexpectedly good, but Zhang Qian still felt a little dissatisfied.

"It's a pity that it's a little too light, and it feels so light when you swing it."

The stick was obviously [-] to [-] centimeters long, and it was solid. Zhang Qian felt no more weight than a balloon of the same volume.

"I don't know how well this thing conducts Qi..."

With a thought in his mind, a stream of gray air immediately emerged from Zhang Qian's hand, wrapping around the wooden stick.

In less than two seconds, the originally dark red wooden stick was wrapped in a hazy shimmer, as if it had been repainted with translucent varnish.

Nodding, Zhang Qian inserted the stick into the belt around his waist with satisfaction: "It's a bit ugly, but the effect is not bad."

Use it until you find another weapon that comes handy.

After such a delay, there is not much time left until 5 minutes.

Zhang Qian took out the phone and took a look at it, then walked to the window and waited quietly for the passage of time.

The room was still calm, and the ghost map was held in his hand, hanging limply, without any abnormality.

Until the 5-minute deadline completely passed, the weird music didn't sound again.

"Six minutes have passed from the time I recovered my memory to the time I was attacked, which shows that Li Gui cannot monitor the entire ghost ship in real time. It should be a long distance away from me. Not only is there a delay, but the impact it can transmit is also very large. weak."

"Although I only waited for 5 minutes, but including those fragmentary times, it must have been more than 6 minutes."

"The devil has discovered me, but for some reason he was unable to launch an attack. I don't know how long it will take to recover. We can't wait like this."

Even if he was a little curious about whether the ghost hand could block the attack of this music, Zhang Qian did not intend to waste it any longer.

The pattern is still unclear, and it is uncertain how long it will take for the Li Gui to launch a second attack.The only thing that is certain is that the longer time goes by, the greater the chance that Li Gui will recover.

But the time is always unknown. If it never attacks, will Zhang Qian still be able to spend time with it in this room?

Even if Zhang Qian himself would not easily starve to death because he stayed too long, the ghost ship might use this time to escape.

There is no perfect solution. The more you think about it, the easier it is to get entangled.

So Zhang Qian simply decided to follow his previous decision and leave the room immediately.

(End of this chapter)