Mysterious Resurrection: I am practicing magic in troubled times

Chapter 178
There is no other way. Apart from trusting Wang Xiaoming, Wang Tao really doesn't know how to survive.

The wound on his neck really scared him. He knew very well that Wang Xiaoming was not alarmist. If a period of time passed, he might really be strangled to death by "air".

[It's simple, because ghost attacks can only kill humans.After being exposed to a powerful ghost, if you can survive, you will break away from your human identity and become a being similar to a ghost. 】

"I did it, what should I do next?" Wang Tao gritted his teeth.

[You need to find a ghost that can come into contact with you, but will not kill you. 】

[Your condition is not very good, it is best to make a choice early. 】

There are generally two types of powerful ghosts that can be controlled by ordinary people. The first type is that the supernatural power is very weak, and it is difficult to even kill a person.

But those are only a few cases. More often, the controlled ghost just falls into a state similar to a deep sleep.Ordinary people come into contact with sleeping ghosts, and while awakening the ghosts, they also have the possibility to become ghost controllers.

Such fierce ghosts are difficult to find, which is why the number of ghost masters is so rare.

But the environment inside the ghost house seems to be very unusual. Although there are many ghosts, they are not active and there are many targets to choose from.

His eyes scanned the scene of the followers moving around, and Wang Xiaoming quickly selected a target that seemed to be a ghost.

[Turn around and walk backward to the entrance of the aisle. 】

Wang Tao did not type, but silently followed Wang Xiaoming's instructions.

In just a few steps, he had returned to the entrance of the corridor.

That weird sense of voyeurism appeared again.

Obviously, this area is within the influence of the previous ghost-eyed bush.

Wang Xiaoming's eyes moved. This fierce ghost was undoubtedly more terrifying, but unfortunately it was too active and not suitable for control.

[Ignore the influence of that fierce ghost, don’t raise your head, just raise your hands. 】

[There is something above your head. Not surprisingly, it should also be a fierce ghost, but it is not active, and the possibility of controlling it is very high. 】

Obediently do as you are told.

Just in case, Wang Tao simply closed his eyes.

He stretched out his hand tentatively and was about to ask where it was when his fingers touched something cool first.

"Jingle Bell."

A bell hanging at the door was gently touched, and a crisp sound came out along with the slightly shaking bell body.

A strange feeling appeared in Wang Tao's heart. He didn't know if it was an illusion. He found that he seemed to have established some inexplicable connection with the bell.

I waited nervously for a long time with my eyes closed, but it seemed that I felt nothing else.

That's it?

He stretched out his hand and gently lifted it, and the bell fell smoothly and fell steadily into Wang Tao's hand.

He put the bell away and typed suspiciously: "I have taken down the bell, what next?"

[It’s done, you’re in luck. 】

[Don’t look up now, go back to the aisle first. 】

Through the live broadcast, Wang Xiaoming could clearly see that the ringtone affected the ghost-eyed shrub not far away.

More eyes popped out of the bushes, and I didn't know whether the impact was good or bad.

"The wound is indeed gone..." Wang Tao retracted into the corner and observed his situation through the flipped camera.

The blue and black marks on his neck have disappeared, and there are no traces of the previous hands at all.

He played with the bell in his hand curiously.

The material is neither gold nor jade, and it has nothing to do with wood. To put it bluntly, it looks a bit like bone.

But there are no traces of splicing on the bell, and I don’t know whose bones could have such a big one.After shaking it slightly, a pleasant ringing tone suddenly sounded.

At this moment, Wang Tao was blocking his fingers inside the bell, but he could not stop the shaking of the bell tongue. In other words, there was no such thing as a bell tongue in the bell at all.

But even so, he didn't feel any sign of being attacked.

Wang Tao couldn't help but asked curiously: "I almost lost my life when I touched the rope before, but this time I touched the bell, but the previous wound was healed. We are also exposed to ghosts, why is the difference so big?"

[Continue to go deeper, there will be a dedicated person to train you when you leave the ancient house, and it will help you answer your questions. 】

"Ok."

After getting up, Wang Tao still walked towards the corridor with the same obscene attitude as before.

There was nothing he could do about it. Although he had mastered the powerful ghost now, he just turned a blind eye to it and didn't feel it was of any use.

In addition, Wang Xiaoming told him not to shake the bell casually, and Wang Tao did not dare to have other ideas.

It didn't take long.

Wang Tao has arrived at a door.

[This is it, open the door and go in and take a look. 】

If there is indeed a mourning hall, it should be located in a room near the front so that relatives and friends can come to pay their respects.

The door opened quietly.

The light in the room was very dim, and it was only possible to see clearly what was going on inside the room with the help of a few flickering candles.

There was no other furniture in the room of about thirty to forty square meters, except for a vermilion coffin placed in the center.

I don't know if it was the influence of the candlelight or Wang Tao's psychology.This red color seems a bit strange, not like it is dyed with paint, but more like it is soaked in blood.

The surrounding space was empty except for a shelf in front of the coffin, which seemed to have a photo on it.

When I walked in, I saw an old man in the photo.

The old man's hair was neatly combed and he wore a pair of unilateral glasses on his right eye, which gave his ordinary face a sense of mystery.

"Jingle Bell--"

An ethereal ringtone suddenly came out.

Wang Tao's face suddenly turned ugly, and he wanted to run towards the door.

The sound obviously came from the bone bell on his body, but he knew very well that he did not touch the bell.

Something happened in the room and I must leave as soon as possible.

However, Wang Tao was still a step late.

The wooden door had closed in front of him. It was just a thin door, but there was no way to open it.

"Cough cough cough..."

An inexplicable coughing sound came.

He bravely looked back and saw that the coffin on the ground had been opened unknowingly.

The coffin was empty, there was nothing inside.

Fraud?
Wang Tao leaned against the door tightly, holding the bell in his hand and looking back and forth in the small room.

Suddenly, he noticed some changes in the black and white photo of the deceased.

The portrait flickered in and out under the candlelight, and the old man's entire face was divided into two areas: light and dark.

Half of them are normal, but the other half's face with glasses has been festering unknowingly. It doesn't look like a human face, but more like a twisted ghost.

(End of this chapter)