Mysterious Resurrection: I am practicing magic in troubled times

Chapter 153 Emerging Patterns

A wooden stick of unknown origin, coupled with the blessing of a part of Zhang Qian's true energy, combined into one, successfully opened a small crack in Li Gui's body.

Seeing the right moment, his slightly pale fingers inserted into Li Gui's body along the crack, and then bent slightly and dug into the cold flesh.

The true energy covering Zhang Qian's body also penetrated into Li Gui's body and collided with the supernatural power.

There is almost no distinction between the two. They are constantly melting and then resurrecting. No one can have the upper hand.

But Zhang Qian was attacking Li Gui, and Li Gui's power was also attacking Zhang Qian.

Even the zhenqi wrapped around the arm without any dead ends could not stop the fierce ghost's attack. The supernatural power of the limbless ghost crossed the zhenqi's defense line in a strange way and directly acted on Zhang Qian.

In just an instant, hideous wounds started from the back of his hand and spread up Zhang Qian's arm.

There was no blood seeping out of this wound, it just separated the surface layer of skin, revealing the scarlet muscles inside.

If you concentrate a little, you can even see strands of muscles tightening with Zhang Qian's movements.

These wounds looked hideous and terrifying, but Zhang Qian, who was attacked, did not feel any pain, as if the cracked place was not part of his body, but just a layer of clothing worn outside.

Although it eliminates the pain, it is not necessarily a good thing.

Pain can at least serve as a warning of danger. There is no pain in this attack, which means that Zhang Qian does not even know the progress of the attack.

Maybe he was fine one second, but he would die suddenly on the spot the next second.

"What a brutal ability. If used in a sneak attack, the target might not even know how he died..."

If the skin fell off his arm after a while, maybe his hand would split open, continue to rot, and eventually become one of those broken arms.

But Zhang Qian didn't intend to give Li Gui this chance. He went all out at the first opportunity and didn't intend to leave any room.

The invisible glimmer of light slowly condensed, and then, a somewhat illusory mask appeared on Zhang Qian's face.

The ferocious ghost face with green face and fangs is lifelike, as if it has just been peeled off from the ghost and will come back to life at any time.

The dead man's head, who was already very close to Zhang Qian, had no room to evade and stared lovingly at the grimace.

However, the expected attack did not happen. Instead, Li Gui recovered from the previous consecutive blows and gradually showed signs of recovery.

"You don't have eyes?"

Zhang Qian's expression moved slightly. He didn't expect that he missed such important information.

I had never had the opportunity to observe this fierce ghost up close before, so it was a bit embarrassing to find out now.

This rotten head not only lacked a nose and ears, but even the eye sockets were covered with two bloody pieces of rotten flesh.

The entire face has no holes except for the opening of the mouth. It is simply impossible to inflict such a deadly attack by such a powerful ghost.

"It was a miscalculation. I didn't expect that even the eyes of this thing were rotten."

Looking at the bloody head, Zhang Qian was not completely depressed.

On the contrary, he was still thinking about how Li Gui discovered him.

After all, it is extremely normal to not be able to see other people without eyes.

Perhaps it is unrealistic to use this kind of common sense to restrain evil ghosts, because the mere existence of evil ghosts violates many common sense.

But according to the many files recorded by the headquarters, these ghosts still have their own set of rules, such as single ability and rigid behavior... Even fierce ghosts generally do not have extraordinary perceptual abilities and can only sense Some of the people who triggered the conditions for killing.

And every time the attack ends, the conditions should be reset.

In other words, after escaping an attack with a severed hand, Zhang Qian should have been removed from the list of evil ghosts.

"I entered the room not long after the attack. It was previously speculated that the condition for killing was to stay in the corridor for a sufficient time. I obviously did not meet this condition."

"So what triggers the condition is actually something else?"

Soon, Zhang Qian moved his eyes to the ground as if he remembered something.

The already dirty carpet now had many dark footprints left by Zhang Qian who had just wandered around the room.

"That black liquid in the corridor?"

"Did you stick to my feet and enter the room with me?"

This black liquid unknowingly adhered to the soles of the feet. Can it be said that Zhang Qian has never left the black liquid?

"So the corridor is not the key, these black liquids are the way for the ghosts to sense the target of attack..."

Once the situation is clear, it is easy to avoid the attack of this fierce ghost.

The black water liquid covered the entire corridor. It was probably impossible to completely avoid it, but if you could wear a pair of gold shoes, you could probably avoid the ghost's perception.

If I knew it in advance, I could prepare in advance, but now that I'm on the ghost ship, where can I find the golden boots?

I wonder if it would be okay to use a ghost map to bind my feet?

The thought that arose inexplicably was quickly dismissed by Zhang Qian. It wasn't that he couldn't bear to part with it, but it was mainly because it was wrapped around his feet and he couldn't see the road.

But Zhang Qian was not discouraged. Even if he had to put aside his grimace now, he still had no chance of winning against this evil spirit.

After all, his purpose was not to defeat the mutilated ghost, but to introduce it into the room and then use the room to imprison it.

"It's a pity that if you can't use tricks, you have to force yourself..."

Exhaling a breath, Zhang Qian's knees bent slightly, and after his center of gravity sank, he mobilized all the strength in his body.

The roots of his fingers penetrated Li Gui's neck, and under the pull of huge force, they dragged Li Gui toward the room like rivets driven into his neck.

Although the neck was not broken, it kept making cracking sounds, as if it was overwhelmed.

After working hard for a long time, I took a closer look and found that the body of the mutilated ghost had not moved an inch into the room.

Only the stretched neck and the dead head were moving with Zhang Qian's movements. It was obvious that the resistance encountered now was much greater than Zhang Qian had imagined.

Even in order to compete with Zhang Qian, Li Gui stretched out his limbs behind him, and put his palms on the wall, holding his torso firmly like a bracket.

For some reason, the mutilated ghost seemed to be very taboo about this room and was unwilling to move any further inside.

This situation is very wrong.

Li Gui has no thoughts, and it is impossible to consider his own safety in order to pursue the target of the attack.Otherwise, there would never have been an operation to use living people as bait to induce and capture evil ghosts.

(End of this chapter)