Mysterious Resurrection: I am practicing magic in troubled times

Chapter 15 Guest?commodity!
"It does look a bit like those weird doctors and nurses, are they also puppets?" Zhang Qian wiped his hands in disgust. Although this thing might also contain supernatural power, he didn't want to eat it.

Feng Quan saw his doubts and explained: "The ghost's supernatural erosion of human beings will turn people into ghost slaves. These paintings should have been just ordinary people before. Although they look like ghosts, they do not have the characteristics of ghosts that cannot be killed."

Zhang Qian nodded and looked at Feng Quan with some surprise, "I see, you know a lot."

Feng Quan did not feel proud, but shook his head and said: "It's just that I became a ghost controller before you. After all, I am also one of the first generation of ghost controllers."

Although it wasn't that strong in the first generation.

"Okay, let's go." Zhang Qian turned around and finally took away only the painter's brush.

Xu Shaowen also nodded, "There is no danger outside the door for the time being."

Zhang Qian pushed the door open and went out. After leaving the studio, they came to a corridor. The door behind them disappeared unconsciously and turned into a wall.

There are portraits hanging on both sides of the corridor. They look much older than the paintings in the studio, and their aura is twisted and terrifying, just like a real ghost.

Several waiters passed them by, but ignored their calls.

"Brother Zhang Qian..." Zhang Han cautiously approached Zhang Qian and whispered, "I seem to have been captured here before."

"I entered the tattoo parlor with my friends, and the waiters guided us here to admire the tattoos. I accidentally complimented me, and the waiters took me into the tattoo room."

Zhang Qian glared at the ghost in the painting, then looked back at Zhang Han, "Buying and selling by force, it is indeed a black shop. Do you remember the way to the tattoo room?"

Zhang Han thought hard and felt that his memory was in chaos. "I have no memory. I was so dizzy at that time that I didn't know what was going on."

"There's movement over there." Feng Quan suddenly pointed to the corridor on the right.

An ordinary young man walked over under the guidance of the waiter, and the ghosts in the painting moved their eyes as he moved.

Suddenly, a fierce ghost with edema all over his body made eye contact with the young man.

"What a unique tattoo, I like this." The young man blurted out.

"Okay, the tattoo fee is 18 yuan. Are you sure you want to choose this?" the waiter asked enthusiastically.

The ghost in the painting nodded stiffly.

"Waiter!" Seeing that the waiter wanted to lead the customer away, Zhang Qian quickly stopped him.

But the waiter turned a deaf ear, and instead many fierce ghosts looked at Zhang Qian and the others.

Zhang Qian tentatively grabbed a handful of banknotes and said, "I have some ghost money here..."

"Dear guest, how can I help you?" As soon as Zhang Qian took out the money, the waiter came over at an alarming speed.

All the waiters in the corridor stopped and looked greedily at the colorful paper money, as if looking at some peerless delicacy.

Zhang Qian got straight to the point: "I want to see your boss."

"..." The hope in the waiter's eyes faded slightly, but he suddenly thought of something and said enthusiastically, "I don't know where the boss is, but the tattoo artist may know."

"Okay." Zhang Qian was not greedy and agreed decisively, "Take me to see the tattoo artist."

As soon as he said this, the ghost in the portrait banged the frame, but it was unable to make waves due to the constraints of the drawing paper. "Boy... don't try to spoil my good deeds..." A sticky voice came from nowhere, "You don't even know where this place is..."

"You can actually talk, are you a ghost controller?" Zhang Qian was a little surprised when he looked at the portraits with their mouths opening and closing. He thought these paintings were full of ghosts, but it seemed that was not necessarily the case.

"Guest, don't pay attention to him, let's go. Just look at the fee..." The waiter stopped in front of the portrait and chose to receive Zhang Qian instead of the Ghost Controller.

After all, it's not certain whether these guys can afford to pay, but the notes in Zhang Qian's hand are real.

The ignored Ghost Controller's expression became more ferocious, and his swollen facial features were squeezed into a ball, like a crazy vicious dog.

Decades of loneliness have driven it into a madman, and the waiter's behavior is a provocation to itself.

Blue and black water droplets overflowed the painting paper, flowed along the wall to the carpet, and gathered into a small puddle on the ground.

The waiter was startled by the cold feeling under his feet, and said inwardly, "Do you want to break the rules here?"

"Dare to cut off my way of survival..." The ghost controller in the painting slowly revived, his voice full of madness, "You guys should die for me too!"

"Oh!"

As the voice fell, the waiter in front of Zhang Qian suddenly exploded, and the chandelier above his head also fell into brief darkness.The supernatural power of the ghost controller turned into a tide and surged in, carrying a damp and rotten stench that seemed to crush everything.

Zhang Qian stretched out his hand to protect himself, feeling that the unknown ghost master's pressure was far greater than that of Li Yan.

The supernatural speed was very fast, and in the blink of an eye, a huge wave formed and hit Zhang Qian.

However, in the darkness, something huge seemed to suddenly block in front of Zhang Qian.It was bathed in the tide but remained motionless, blocking the attacks of the ghost master with the high wall formed by its body.

The two unknown supernatural beings collided together, and the strange fluctuations they emitted easily suppressed the movement of the true energy.

"Impossible! You should have died long ago..." The ghost master's voice suddenly became frightened, as if he had seen something that shouldn't exist.

Then the tide was suppressed, leaving only the crunching sound echoing in the darkness.

"Zizzi-"

The lighting was restored, and everything in front of him returned to normal. Only the ghost master in the portrait disappeared and turned into a blank.

The waiter in the corridor didn't seem to be affected by this scene. Someone immediately came to Zhang Qian and said, "I'm making you laugh. I've lived here for so long that I've even forgotten the rules. I hope it won't affect your mood."

Zhang Qian came to his senses and said, "Lead the way, 18 yuan. In addition, I will pay you five yuan separately. Please tell me about the situation here."

"Thank you very much." The waiter wiped his hands, folded the five-yuan note solemnly and put it into his pocket, "Please follow me."

The waiter led Zhang Qianguo and others walking on the soft carpet. He seemed to be nostalgic and said: "My name is Wu Zizhou. I was an ordinary person 60 years ago, until I entered a tattoo parlor and accidentally became a waiter here."

"Don't be surprised. In terms of waiter qualifications, I'm still relatively young. Some waiters may be over 100 years old."

"The supernatural maintains our youth, but it also imprisons our freedom. We must play the role of waiters, otherwise we will be eaten by the darkness like the ghost controller just now."

"I have almost never left this corridor, so I don't know much, but I can tell you for sure that money is the boss here. If you are willing to pay, then you are the ancestor!"

(End of this chapter)