Mysterious Resurrection: I am practicing magic in troubled times

Chapter 18 Lord of Hundred Ghosts
"Why are you running so far away?" Zhang Qian took apart the bones and found that they couldn't be stuffed into the box no matter what, so he simply threw them all into his backpack.

"It's okay. Where can we find the so-called boss now?" Feng Quan looked at the tattoo artist who was hanging up. "This guy doesn't seem to be sane."

"It means we were misled by the waiter. He said that the tattoo artist may know where the boss is, but he doesn't necessarily know." Zhang Qian spread his hands helplessly. He didn't expect that he would be deceived. It seems that he should be careful in the future. .

Feng Quan nodded thoughtfully, "Then leave first and then find the boss's position?"

Zhang Qian pointed at the ceiling, "Who stipulates that we must go to him, and he can't come to us? You have discovered it, too. This is definitely not an ordinary supernatural place. The person who built it must be a world-famous person." Talent. Since this place is under his control, he should be able to see everything we do, so if he wants to see us, we shouldn’t need to look for it. "

After waiting for a while, the surroundings were still quiet.

Zhang Qian continued, "But he may have some scruples and dare not meet us. After all, we are responsible for delivering letters. Maybe his ghost tattoo parlor is not as good as a ghost post office?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the tattoo room suddenly collapsed. The furniture and walls cracked like mirrors, revealing a deep darkness.

"Haha, you don't think that the provoking method is useful." An old voice came from the darkness, "I will let you see the true strength of the tattoo parlor now!"

This darkness seems to have the effect of suppressing power. Not only Zhang Qian's true energy cannot be mobilized, but even Feng Quan and his ghosts have fallen into silence.

Zhang Qian looked around, but couldn't find the mastermind through the darkness.

But a huge vermilion coffin emerged from the darkness on its own initiative, and a ray of blue light hit it, reflecting the reliefs of hundreds of ghastly ghosts.

The evil ghosts kowtowed devoutly, as if they were kneeling down to worship some great being.

Dark ink seeped out from the museum, turning into dense chains that penetrated deep into the darkness, and several terrifying noises were heard from time to time.

A flash of white light only illuminated the tip of the iceberg in the darkness, but it made Zhang Qian's eyes widen.

Each chain is actually connected to a fierce ghost, and its cold and terrifying aura is even worse than the rampaging swollen ghost master. None of them are existences that he can deal with now.

"Hundred ghosts pull the coffin, what a great feat." Zhang Qian came back to his senses and praised sincerely, "The ghost controller can actually go this far."

This method is just like the legendary ghost king, it has transcended the category of ordinary monsters.

"Young man, do you understand who is stronger now?" The voice of the old man in the hall was a little proud, and the chain shook slightly, as if he was very concerned about winning or losing compared with the ghost post office.

Zhang Qian nodded repeatedly, "This is indeed an eye-opener. You still don't know your senior's surname?"

"Hmph, my name is Xuncan." Xuncan seemed to have started chatting and began to brag, "Back then, that old guy Luo Wensong thought I was doing something wrong, but it turned out that I was right."

"Today's young ghost masters are so weak that they have never even heard of the name of a tattoo parlor. Fortunately, I have been prepared and have preserved a batch of fire. As long as I am born, I can conquer the supernatural again."

Zhang Qian nodded thoughtfully. It seems that the owner of the post office is called Luo Wensong...

He did not refute Xun Can's words, but instead took advantage of the situation to praise: "So that's it. I guess the layout of that ghost post office is not as big as that of our predecessors."

"Yes, you are discerning. That ghost post office is naturally not as good as mine." Xun Can's coffin board shook a little. He hadn't met such an intimate junior for a long time, and he almost wanted to come out and have a detailed talk face to face.

However, Xun Can calmed down his emotions in the end. Now that he is in a bad state, it will be difficult to come back after leaving the coffin. "I would like to hear the details." Zhang Qian followed his words and said.

"I laugh at Luo Wensong's lack of wisdom and the lack of strategy in the ghost post office." Xun Can's voice was a bit proud, "Luo Wensong is just an ordinary man, but he built a useless ghost post office with force. It is called suppressing supernatural beings, but in fact he is trapped in a cocoon and cannot do without the post office. Half a step. The supernatural beings in the outside world are like the tide, how can he shake them with his own power?"

At this point, the chains were flying up and down, and Xun Can's voice became excited, "They actually regard me as a heretic, but time will prove that I am right. Housheng, as a messenger, you naturally know that this old guy In order to cultivate new ghost masters and constantly force ordinary people to contact the supernatural, isn't it like taking human lives to fill the holes of the supernatural?"

Zhang Qian thought in his heart, "It seems that the starting point of these two parties is good, but the result is not satisfactory. Those sealed ghost masters in the tattoo parlor can no longer be called human beings, and their resurrection is not necessary. What about sacrificing the lives of ordinary people?”

"The purpose of recruiting messengers at the Ghost Post Office is to train ghost controllers, but I don't know what level of ghost controllers it has trained over the years. Moreover, it is too difficult, and even the veteran ghost controllers at the headquarters have fallen into it. There are definitely many other casualties.”

Seeing that Zhang Qian didn't make any sound for a long time, Xuncan swung the chain impatiently, "Hunter, do you think which method is better, the tattoo parlor or the ghost post office?"

It doesn't feel right.

But Zhang Qian knew in his heart that when he said this, he would probably explain it here today.

So he took out a red envelope and said, "Young people don't dare to arbitrarily comment on the decisions of the two seniors. Why don't you two old people talk slowly among yourselves?"

"How could you have such a thing!" Xun Can's calm voice suddenly became panicked. He had never noticed that Zhang Qian was carrying this life-sealing talisman before, otherwise he would never show up on his own initiative.

The iron chain was retracted from the darkness with a clatter, and with great force it was pulled towards the envelope in Zhang Qian's hand.

"Snapped!"

The chain fell heavily but the envelope was still intact.

The red letter was like a natural chasm that separated the two parties into different worlds. No matter how Xunsi attacked, it could not affect it.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

A strange knocking sound came from the envelope.

The darkness suddenly collapsed, converging into a shadow that looked like a door.These doors spread like crazy as if they could be copied and pasted, turning into an endless ocean in an instant.

The darkness was swallowed up, and the surrounding space was filled with gray light.

Those ferocious and terrifying ghosts lost their control and became restless one by one. Unfortunately, the nearby door just opened and closed and sent them to an unknown space.

It seemed that the supernatural space here could not bear the weight of these doors and began to shatter layer by layer.

Darkness, wilderness, endless corridors...

In the blink of an eye, Zhang Qian passed through several worlds, until finally he suddenly returned to the entrance of the tattoo parlor.

He seemed to vaguely hear Xun Can's roar, "Luo Wensong, I will kill your ancestors!"

(End of this chapter)