Mysterious Resurrection: I am practicing magic in troubled times

Chapter 181 Concert Hall

Probably because it existed so long ago, the smooth bone rod does not have flesh and blood attached to it like a fresh corpse, and naturally there is no unpleasant smell or greasy feel.

If the influence of psychological factors can be put aside, this spine can be regarded as a material related to the supernatural. It may be put away and used one day in the future.

I believe that whether it is used to stew soup or make pottery, these aged bones are an excellent condiment.

No matter how bad it is, it must be different from ordinary firewood, right?
"Are you going to pick up this kind of thing and take it away?" The doll's black and white eyes looked at Zhang Qian speechlessly, looking down on such poor behavior.

"These things are just maggots in the trash can. What's the point of picking up the bones on their bodies? Even if there are supernatural residues, the number will definitely be very small."

This kind of human-headed maggot is probably the lowest-level existence on the entire ghost ship, and it is really nothing strange from the perspective of the doll.

Wouldn't it be better to pick up some supernatural items in the corridor and take them away than to pick up trash?
"It's just because it's weak that I dare to carry it. I've taken enough of those weird things in the room, but I don't want to die for some unknown reason." Zhang Qian said casually.

Maps, dolls, black jade... Although these things have not backfired yet, things related to supernatural beings are really uncertain.

After all, each of these things is weirder than the last, and its true supernatural strength is still unknown.

In comparison, these human-headed bugs are much safer. Their main method of attack is to bite, and this bite cannot even bite the skin of the doll. You can imagine how terrifying it is.

"Crack-"

After groping for a while, the spine was wrapped around Zhang Qian's waist, connected end to end like a belt.

Apart from being a bit cold, there is nothing special about it.

But thinking about his own appearance, Zhang Qian felt a little weird in his heart.

A torn coat, a loose belt, a broken doll and a broken wooden stick in his hand... Even a scavenger is not so miserable, right?

"I'm so poor... If I were from a cultivating family, why would I need to pick up trash here? Even if I just lay at home and digest resources, I could grow up smoothly." Zhang Qian sighed.

It's so comfortable to have a second-generation spirit like Wang Chaling. He's just an ordinary person but he can master such a powerful spirit.

It's a pity that Zhang Qian is very sure that he comes from an ordinary family. Before he could really practice Qi, he was sent to a nursing home by his parents. He didn't look like he knew anything about the supernatural world.

Fortunately, he was quite lucky, dealing with these ghosts every day without risking his life.

I hope you have the same good luck this time as always...

After recovering his thoughts, Zhang Qian leaned over and grabbed the doll back into his hand.

"I can walk by myself..."

The puppet subconsciously wanted to struggle, but Zhang Qian slapped it on the forehead mercilessly, "Don't move, otherwise I will not be responsible for it going blind."

"You want to...hiss--" Before the puppet could finish speaking, Zhang Qian's movements choked it back in his throat.

The discomfort of the infuriating energy entering the body made its body stiff for a moment, but Zhang Qian was finished before it could react.

"Done." Zhang Qian said easily.

Spreading his hands, a white sphere was lying quietly in his palm.

I have seen this thing many times, so Zhang Qian just checked whether the eyeballs were damaged and put it away after confirming that it was correct.

The puppet watched Zhang Qian's movements and reluctantly looked away from the pocket.

Unwilling to give up, it suggested: "You will definitely encounter other ghosts on the journey ahead. It's still not safe for you alone. Why don't you give me your eyeballs and we will take care of each other." "And our goals are both. After leaving the ghost ship, didn't I betray you in the situation just now? You should be able to trust me a little more, right?"

Even though the puppet was very enthusiastic about torturing the killer headworm, in fact, it all relied on the supernatural power of the ghost eyes. If the puppet's own abilities were relied on, it would be impossible to know what happened if it was eaten.

As for the doll's own ability, the conditions for its activation are relatively stringent, and it is unlikely that it will work on these active ghosts.

"Let's talk about it when we have a chance. I will return it to you if necessary." Zhang Qian was not impressed by the doll.

If the doll could be normal, he would be willing to give the ghost eyes out, but the problem is that the doll will show signs of losing control unknowingly.

This kind of loss of control can't even be noticed by the puppet itself. It's okay when there are no other supernatural beings on it. If there are other ghosts, it will always be a variable.

Even if it was a fierce ghost like Gui Yan who was restrained by the ghost face, Zhang Qian couldn't feel at ease.

There is no need to worry about this matter, you still have to figure out where this place is right now.

He lifted the doll and stood up, but there was still no movement in the surrounding environment.

Just now, we just made sure that there was no danger around us, and now we are truly observing this huge space in detail.

Yes, huge.

It's obviously just the interior space of a ship, but this room covers an area larger than a large square.

Moreover, there are layers inside the room. A rough estimate shows that the highest point of the room must be at least ten meters high.

Zhang Qian is located directly below the room, with a pair of heavy wooden doors behind him.

In front of him were rows of red seats that descended one after another.

At the end of the seats is a high platform with bright red curtains hanging on both sides of the high platform.

A concert hall, or theater.

Do ghosts also appreciate opera?
"How's it going? Did you remember anything?" Zhang Qian picked up the puppet and held it in the air for two rounds.

Seeing that one of the doll's eyes was blinking as if he couldn't see clearly, Zhang Qian curiously grabbed its head and knocked it.

There was a crashing sound inside, as if a small ball was being placed in the box.

"Don't worry, I'll help you put your eyeballs back in right now." Zhang Qian said enthusiastically.

Hearing this, the puppet quickly waved his short hands and said, "Would it be too troublesome to treat? Why don't you just install the ghost eyes, which will be more convenient."

"Haha, you can rest assured, I still have some experience in being a doctor." Zhang Qian weighed the wooden stick in his hand.

"In the past, I only used the word "quick" to treat illnesses and save people. Now I have tools that will definitely satisfy you."

"Wait!" Before Zhang Qian's wooden stick fell, the puppet sternly stopped him.

Then without waiting for Zhang Qian to respond, it twisted its head and shook it a few times, and its eyes rolled back into their sockets obediently.

The puppet said solemnly: "The effect is really fast, Dr. Zhang is really wonderful at rejuvenating his body."

(End of this chapter)