Mysterious Resurrection: I am practicing magic in troubled times

Chapter 188 Ineffective Attack
Standing on this empty stage, Zhang Qian looked at the surrounding environment in a daze.

This place had no impression in his memory, and he couldn't even recall how he came to this strange place.

After glancing around, he took in the general view of the concert hall.

"In a large concert hall, the empty seats at the bottom don't seem to be unusual, but the things on the stage are a bit strange."

A child's body, a piano playing music automatically, and a figure dancing to the sound of the piano...

Yes, there was actually a long-haired dancer dancing to the music in a place that looked like a murder scene.

Her face was hidden in her hair, and even an occasional glance couldn't be seen clearly.There was no way to determine whether it was beautiful or ugly. We could only confirm that it was a female face.

Swaying to the music, the dancer's movements were very focused, as if she didn't notice Zhang Qian's presence at all, and just wanted to complete the difficult dance.

Even though there was no audience in the audience, her movements were still so meticulous, and her fast footsteps made the wooden floor thump.

If there was a barb on the ground, it would surely be a surprise for her as she stepped barefoot on the ground.

Putting away the evil thoughts in his heart, Zhang Qian had no intention of disturbing her for the time being.

Although there is something wrong with my memory, it is better to leave this weird environment first.

Ignoring the fully automatic high-tech piano next to him, Zhang Qian stood on tiptoe and tried to quietly explore under the stage.

As for getting information from the dancer in front of me...

Don't be kidding, can anyone still be a normal person who can dance at a murder scene?

I'm afraid he's not a psychopathic murderer, right?
Moreover, this gorgeous palace dress did not look like a modern person at all. Zhang Qian even felt that he had to question whether this dancer was a human being.

If he rashly steps forward and the other person reveals his true colors and chokes him, where can he go to reason with him?
It's just that Zhang Qian wants to leave, but the dancer doesn't intend to let him go just like that.

Although Zhang Qian tried his best not to make a sound, his actions still attracted the attention of the strange figure.

Between jumping and spinning, the dancer seemed to have crossed the space, and in a few flashes she had stopped at the exit of the stage.

After dancing gracefully for a few times, she stopped in front of Zhang Qian.

Then, he extended a hand to Zhang Qian.

By some strange coincidence, Zhang Qianye raised his left hand, as if he was bewitched by the dancer and wanted to hold it with her.

But the next moment.

"Yeah shit you!"

The wooden stick that had been waiting for a long time suddenly swung out and hit the dancer's delicate cheek.

Dancing is okay, but it’s better to limit the number of activities that are not suitable for children.

Zhang Qian, who had long since regained consciousness, had no intention of showing any pity for her. He was wrapped in a big stick with a strong zhenqi, and he had the intention of smashing the dancer to death with a stick when his waist and horse were combined.

Although I don't know why, Zhang Qian got out of control faster this time than the time in the aisle.

Obviously this stage is closer to the center of the attack, but such a strange thing happened.

It's as if the body has begun to adapt to such an attack and has even produced antibodies.

But whether it's his own supernatural power or the role of the props on his body, it's a good thing to be able to get rid of control in advance.

So Zhang Qian simply pretended to be attacked and waited for a long time for an opportunity to attack.

After all, the dancer's movements were too fast, spinning around like a big flapping moth, and Zhang Qian had no way to guarantee that he would be able to hit her.

Almost as soon as he stretched out his left hand, the wooden stick from his right hand came first and slapped the dancer on the head.However, this long-planned attack failed to achieve any effect. The energy wrapped in the wooden stick seemed not to affect the dancer, or in other words, it did not hit her at all.

The wooden stick passed directly through the middle of the dancer's head. During this period, Zhang Qian could not feel any feeling of hitting a real object, as if the stick was swung in mid-air.

Just a phantom?

Zhang Qian's eyes trembled, and the movements of his hands suddenly changed.

The wooden stick in mid-air was retracted, and the horizontal bar was placed in front of the chest to alert the dancer's next move.

Now that negative effects like amnesia can be overcome, it should be much less difficult to fight against it.

Suddenly, the dancer's mouth opened.

There was no other movement from her, and an incomprehensible singing voice came out of her throat.

But after carefully checking his own situation, Zhang Qian found no signs of being attacked.

The singing continued, and Zhang Qian slowly backed away while observing the situation around him, for fear that something might come around to launch a sneak attack.

It was just okay not to look at it, but when he looked at it, his heart froze.

The hall, which was quite empty just now, was filled with spectators at some point. At this moment, they were looking towards the stage in unison, as if they were enjoying the performance on the stage.

But the dancer's dance had been interrupted by Zhang Qian, so their eyes turned to Zhang Qian, the culprit.

Being stared at by this dense and cold gaze, even Zhang Qian couldn't help but tense up and get goosebumps all over his body.

This amount is a bit too much.

The hundreds of seats in the hall on the first floor were all packed, and the seats on other floors were also empty.

I just looked away for a few seconds. Where did these things come from?

Not to mention him alone, even if he brings in some helpers, he can't defeat such a large number of evil ghosts, right?

"No, these things don't seem to be real ghosts?"

The initial shock subsided, and Zhang Qian immediately discovered something was wrong.

These people do have stiff expressions and are surrounded by the aura of death. They must be related to supernatural beings and are definitely not living people.

The sense of crisis that a single figure brings to Zhang Qian is not strong. It does not look like a fierce ghost, but more like a ghost slave.

To be able to summon so many ghost slaves on the ghost ship, the amount of supernatural power required is probably not a small amount...

While Zhang Qian was observing these figures, a pair of empty, dead eyes without the slightest emotion were examining the alien existence of Zhang Qian.

However, they had no intention of launching an attack.

Because from the perspective of these audiences, there were no living people on the stage, just a figure with a strange aura and a shape like a ball of light.

Oh, there seems to be a useless person lying in the corner who doesn't know whether he's alive or dead.

However, there is not much difference between the two in the eyes of the audience. They are both very different from humans and cannot arouse any interest in attacking.

Gradually, those eyes slowly moved away from Zhang Qian and returned to the dancer.

The dancer stopped moving at this time, standing in place and singing to the accompaniment of the music, and a burst of ethereal singing came out.

(End of this chapter)