Mysterious Resurrection: I am practicing magic in troubled times

Chapter 152 Plan
You have to eat the food one bite at a time, and you have to walk the road step by step.

There are a lot of things to pay attention to right now. The ghost with a broken limb has not yet appeared, so Zhang Qian can only put aside the matter of the broken arm.

"The probability of two ghosts colliding together is unlikely. I hope I'm not so unlucky..."

With a secret voice, Zhang Qian turned around and walked to the door of the room. Without hesitation, he stepped in.

Compared with the ghost who didn't even see the shadow, the goal of verifying the accuracy of the ghost map is undoubtedly easier to accomplish.

And now let's explore whether this lighter-colored room is safe. It will be easier to find a place to hide if you encounter danger later.

After two steps.

Zhang Qian has completely walked into the room.

The dim light shone on him, and the surrounding temperature seemed to rise a few degrees.

The expected attack did not come, and it seemed that this was a "safe house" just as the ghost map showed.

The door was not closed. After all, Zhang Qian did not intend to stay longer, just to check the situation inside the room.

Walking straight to the edge of the bed, his eyes immediately moved.

Not on the opposite side of the bed, not on the bed, not on the wall at the head of the bed...

Apart from shabby wallpaper, shabby wallpaper, nothing special about it.

"I can't find it in any conspicuous place, so where can I hide it?"

Zhang Qian, who seemed a little confused, wandered around, checking the less obvious places.

But as he always had his back to the door, he didn't notice that on the carpet in the hallway, a half-rotted dead head suddenly poked out from the ground.

No eyeballs could be seen in the hollow eye sockets, but the rotten human face kept rotating with Zhang Qian's movement, as if it could sense Zhang Qian's position.

Although the mutilated ghost made no sound, its obvious malice showed its existence. Even if he didn't look back, Zhang Qian could guess that something was blocking him at the door.

However, he ignored it and instead took out the ghost map and confirmed the information on it.

There is a light-colored room on the left side of the center, right?

"Is it true that there are no evil ghosts here, and there is only a trace of supernatural aura left?"

Nothing was found outside. Even Zhang Qian had seen the ceiling. There was nothing special except the chandelier.

The bottom of the bed is solid, so there is only one place to hide things.

Walking to the bed, Zhang Qian stretched out his hand and pulled the moldy bedding off the wooden bed.

A little under the pillow, a black pendant lay quietly on the yellowed sheets.

Perhaps it cannot be said to be hidden, because if a person lies down, his neck will probably coincide with the position of the pendant.

So it is very possible that someone was wearing a pendant and was lying on the bed. The person disappeared, but the pendant remained.

The ink jade-like pendant glowed with a strange luster under the light. It was not gorgeous, but it was very attractive. Even Zhang Qian had the urge to go over and hang the pendant around his neck after seeing it.

"Haha, are you trying to confuse me with this thing?"

Zhang Qian smiled disdainfully, then lifted the pendant and put it in front of his eyes to look at it carefully.

The rope used for the pendant is not an ordinary red rope, but a necklace made of metal. Judging from the color, it must be gold.

It can be seen that the person who made the necklace was very afraid of it breaking. The amount of gold used was so large that Zhang Qian felt a little heavy when holding it in his hand, as if he was holding a small plumb bob.

In comparison, the pendants on the ground look a bit small. Most of them are made of gold, and the jade-like place is only as big as an index fingernail.

And there are no traces of carving, and the whole piece of black jade looks like it has many edges and corners.

Perhaps it was the forger's unique level of appreciation, but Zhang Qian felt that this thing was more like a fragment picked up from somewhere, and was embedded in gold by the forger like a treasure. "The ghost controllers during the Republic of China were not wealthy enough. Even supernatural props had to be pieced together..."

Halfway through his words, Zhang Qian suddenly paused.

On the ghost map, the color of this room is deepening, from an almost non-existent light gray to a smoky gray-white.

And the color change has not stopped yet, it is quickly moving towards dark gray.

finally come.

Zhang Qian's heart trembled and he counted a number silently in his heart.

Then he turned around sharply, looked at what was in front of him and hit him on the head.

"Boom-"

A crisp knocking sound sounded, but the corners of Zhang Qian's eyes twitched unconsciously.

Although he did hit the head of the mutilated ghost as he expected, he didn't expect that the body of the thing didn't come in at all.

The body with a large number of severed arms was still lying beside the door. Only the rotting dead head was dragging its neck, trying to get into the room.

Can't come in, or don't need to come in?
The thoughts in his heart were changing, but the mutilated ghost would not give Zhang Qian time to hesitate.

Unlike that kind of broken arm like a sub-body, Li Gui's body only sank a certain distance after eating the stick, and it had not yet touched the ground, and had a tendency to lift up.

"Boom!"

While Li Gui was in a daze, Zhang Qian quickly struck a blow, and with a fierce heart, he put away the ghost map and grabbed Li Gui's neck with his left hand.

Having come this far, it would be unrealistic to think of other methods.

Then just go all the way to the dark side.

The shimmering palm patted the bloody muscles, and the feeling was strange. Although the neck was obviously a place with many bones, Zhang Qian felt as if he had grasped a soft ball of fat.

The outside was too slippery to hold on to, and it was impossible to exert any strength at all.

But the contact had already occurred, and the attack by the evil spirits was launched in an instant.

Zhang Qian, who was still working hard, suddenly felt a pain in his palm, and then saw many inexplicable cracks on the back of his hand.

Although the true energy was still wrapped in his hands, the mutilated ghost had overcome this line of defense and directly applied its power to Zhang Qian.

"Tsk, can't you cooperate?"

As soon as Zhang Qian let go of his hand, the dead man's head, which had lost its restraint, immediately began to tilt up.

At the same time, the black stain that appeared on the carpet at some point also changed strangely.

Broken arms came out one after another, pointing their palms in the direction of Zhang Qian.

But Zhang Qian ignored them. He held the wooden stick tightly with both hands, aimed at the neck that was swinging in the air, and mobilized all his strength to hit it.

"Oh!"

The entire neck was beaten into a "V" shape, and even the dancing movements of the arms were paused.

But Zhang Qian was still not satisfied, and kept doing it again and again.

After hitting it five times, Zhang Qian stopped until a crack appeared in Li Gui's neck due to the constant attacks.

Then he didn't have time to breathe, and before the wound healed, he reached into the crack and pulled hard.

"Come in you!"

(End of this chapter)