Mysterious Resurrection: I am practicing magic in troubled times

Chapter 187 Playing the Piano
"..."

Feeling the pressure on his forehead, the doll wanted to start a fight and angrily reprimand Zhang Qian for his unscrupulous behavior.

Unfortunately, it has to focus on the overall situation, so it doesn't intend to meet Zhang Qian.

This is of course not giving in, it is just a sign of maturity and stability.

After comforting himself in his heart, the doll still moved obediently according to Zhang Qian's instructions.

The soft short hands were stretched out as if they had no bones, and they touched the black and white keys at the same time as the pale fingers.

There was a pause, but nothing special happened.

Perhaps because the doll itself is also a ghost, its actions did not seem to touch the secret behind the piano.

"Come on, don't worry, I won't leave you alone if there's any danger." Zhang Qian comforted him from behind, thinking about the wooden stick.

I just don't know if this position is for protection, or if I want to supervise the battle and prevent the puppet from running away.

This place is so peaceful...

Zhang Qian's eyes glanced around from time to time, but more of his attention still fell on the stage.

This place must have been well maintained. The wooden floor under the light still reflected a hazy shadow, and there was no trace of erosion by time at all.

In other words, this situation is normal.

After all, the ghost ship is a supernatural place. Is it strange that the things inside would be damaged by time?

"The dilapidation in the room and the rust on the door are probably not normal. They are probably just corroded by the supernatural power in the room."

"There are no similar traces in this concert hall. Does it mean that there are no evil ghosts, or that the evil ghosts are well sealed and the supernatural power has not been leaked?"

But when I took out the ghost map, there was still a large piece of pitch black on the leather drawing. Apart from warning of its danger, no more information could be seen at all.

If you don't play this piano, you probably won't be able to truly understand the concert hall, and you won't be able to leave here.

Just as he was thinking about it, Zhang Qian found that the puppet was still stunned on the stool and had no intention of starting to play.

Sigh lightly.

I originally wanted to communicate with the doll calmly, but in the end I had to take action?
Next time, just go straight to the intensity.

As if aware of the murderous aura rising behind him, the doll quickly explained: "No, I suddenly realized that I can't play the piano either."

"No matter how long I live, I can no longer remember many memories. I can't even recall the information about the ghost ship. How can I remember how to play the piano?"

In other words, it actually remembers how to play the piano, but it doesn't remember any of the music.

"Then just press it randomly. Anyway, you can make a sound. If the piano has to play a specific song to trigger it, then it will be the same result for me." Zhang Qiandao.

But judging from the fact that you need to be disciplined when leaving the aisle, perhaps a specific method is really needed to trigger this medium.

But I have looked at the surrounding situation and there are no clues.

If he was really unlucky, he would probably have to go back to the corridor.

"Ugh-"

The puppet's fingers pressed lightly, and a piano key dented with its movement, making a strange sound.

Zhang Qian, who was paying full attention, was stunned for a moment.

If you heard me correctly, this sound doesn’t seem to be what a piano should make, right?
It's a bit like a violin, but it's not like the tone that ordinary strings can produce.It's more like a lot of messy instruments mixed together. Even if it is deliberately recorded and then restored, it is difficult to achieve.at this time.

The puppet, which was hesitating about what to do next, was also stunned. It suddenly recalled, no, it should be a piece of music that suddenly entered its mind.

Before the puppet could think about what was going on, its body was already moving uncontrollably.

Two fingers flew around, pressing on the keys continuously.

A series of notes came from the piano and floated back and forth in the empty hall, eventually forming a strange tune.

The melody of the music was sometimes soothing and sometimes rapid, and the puppet's movements followed suit. The small body seemed to be drifting on a stool, and began to slide back and forth in front of the piano.

Zhang Qian instantly realized something was wrong, and the pupils in his eyes suddenly shrank.

It's not because of the weird movements of the doll, but because the music is actually somewhat familiar.

Even though this melody has never appeared in Zhang Qian's memory, this weird feeling cannot lie.

He had heard this music before, but he had forgotten it.

Even if Zhang Qianlai is asked to recall what song the puppet played at the beginning, he can't tell it.

The sound of music that I had been thinking about unexpectedly appeared at this time.

A sense of crisis like an electric shock shot straight through the Tianling Gai from the soles of his feet. Before he could think about it, Zhang Qian immediately swung out the wooden stick in his hand.

The top priority is to interrupt this weird attack. The puppet will not die anyway, so rough methods are not a big problem.

The wooden stick suddenly swept towards the puppet, without encountering any obstacles, and hit the puppet's waist smoothly.

"Bam—"

The puppet flew out in response, and its thin body traveled a long distance on the wooden floor, only to stop when it hit the wall.

However, the piano has been triggered. Even without the player, the black and white keys are still moving up and down spontaneously, pushing the music to its climax.

The sound in front of him and the endless distant echo reached his ears at the same time. The overlapping music was not loud, but it shocked Zhang Qian's mind.

where is this?
The wooden stick he swung stopped in mid-air, and Zhang Qian's eyes suddenly became confused.

It seems that because this place is very close to the starting point of the music, he is not immune to this weird ability.

The resistance that was launched before it could be launched was stillborn almost instantly. In the face of such a supernatural being that can erase memories, ordinary ghost controllers simply have no ability to resist.

After all, a normal ghost controller must have this idea if he wants to launch an attack. And if he loses the memory related to the ghost, how can he control the supernatural?
Under such circumstances, perhaps only a fierce ghost like the old ghost of the Wang family who can automatically protect the master can guarantee the chance of resistance.

The puppet that flew far away had also fallen to the ground without moving. Although the ghost body gave it the power of immortality, it did not mean that it could ignore the erosion of the supernatural.

Forgotten and supernatural things are just a loss of combat power for the ghost controller, but for the doll, they are tantamount to the obliteration of personality.

Facing this unexpected situation, it was even more helpless than Zhang Qian.

At least until this influence is eliminated by the doll's own supernatural power, it is impossible to count on it.

However, the unknown evil ghost would not stop just because the two of them were in trouble.

On the bright stage, the attack continued.

(End of this chapter)