Mysterious Resurrection: I am practicing magic in troubled times

Chapter 19
"Luo Wensong, I'm going to kill your ancestors!" Xun Can roared at the top of his lungs and suddenly realized, "How did you do it? You shouldn't be able to leave the post office."

"Haha, what you think must be true?" The old man wearing a black gown opened a wooden door and walked into the deepest part of the tattoo parlor calmly, "Long time no see, Goudan."

"It's really you, you bastard! I..." Xun Can's voice gradually dropped, and he felt a little scared when he saw Luo Wen let go.

He has known Luo Wensong since he was a boy, and he has never won a fight in his life, not to mention that he has not yet recovered and his strength is far inferior to that of back then.

Of course, in Xuncan's eyes they were old enemies, while in Luo Wensong's eyes, Xuncan was just one of his many little fans.

"Boom, boom, boom."

The knock on the door still echoed in the tattoo parlor, and everywhere it passed was a mess, whether it was a portrait or a wall, it collapsed in the sound.

Black wooden doors appeared out of thin air, and powerful suction sucked the fleeing ghost masters in.

Xun Can was lying in the coffin resignedly, and suddenly felt something was wrong.

Can this tattoo parlor last this long?
Although he usually has a tough talk, he knows in his heart that the gap between himself and these top ghost masters is as great as Yunni. Luo Wensong's desire to suppress this place should be a matter of seconds.

unless……

"boom--"

The coffin exploded violently, and Xuncan walked out of the debris. "Instead of waiting to die, it's better to take a final gamble..."

He glanced around and suddenly looked at Luo Wensong's sleeves and laughed, "Hahaha, I'm such a fucking waste... Luo Wensong, do you actually think that a broken clone can suppress me?"

In the corner of the black gown, a few drops of ink quietly dripped to the ground.

Yes, Luo Wensong himself couldn't leave the ghost post office, but he used a trick.

He drew a portrait of himself through supernatural powers and threw the portrait out. Although the clone's strength was far inferior to that of the original figure, it could still exert one-tenth of its abilities.

"I never wanted to suppress you." Luo Wensong's tone remained calm, "I just wanted to correct the mistakes you made."

"Wrong? It's wrong for me to save the fire of the Ghost Controller, but it's right for you to push ordinary people into desperation? I don't understand such bullshit!" Xun Can's eyes were dyed black, and the ink behind him roared like a strange giant beast, "You can laugh at my strength, but my tattoo parlor is definitely no worse than yours!"

Countless ghosts emerged from the ink, launching all kinds of strange attacks at Luo Wensong, but they could not shake his thin figure.

"You are wrong." Luo Wensong opened one hand slightly, and countless closed wooden doors burst open. The layers of death laws were triggered, and the group of evil ghosts immediately turned into a pool of pus.

He knocked in the air again, and countless doors opened on the ground to swallow the pus. "We are the losers. We only need to create an environment for the next generation, and we don't need to dictate to them."

The thick ink behind Xun Can slowly shrank and gave up resistance, "You have big fists, and you guys always have the final say."

"See for yourself." Luo Wensong opened a row of wooden doors in front of Xuncan Mountain, revealing the ferocious-looking ghost masters. "Do they still look like humans? They are just ghosts in human skin."

"This is impossible..." Xun Can didn't want to believe it. She squatted down to take a closer look but accidentally bit off a piece of her finger. "I used the best protective measures for them, from body to consciousness..."

Luo Wensong broke his fantasy mercilessly, "There is no absolute in dealing with supernatural beings. Aren't you yourself being corrupted?"

Xuncan stretched out her hand in front of her eyes, feeling that her hand was so unfamiliar for the first time.

The wound on the finger did not bleed, but instead gushed out a stream of ink.The ink actually filled the gaps in the body by itself. After a while, the incomplete fingers became complete again, and there was no difference from the original ones.

Xuncan grabbed the joint of his left hand and pulled it hard. The forearm was broken with a sound, and the cross section of the wound was also dark.The supernatural actually took over his body unknowingly, and maybe even his thinking was affected, but he just didn't notice it.

"It turns out that I am really a joke..." Xun Can smiled miserably. When he was young, he was not as strong as Luo Wensong. In his later years, he wanted to start a career, but he also embarked on the wrong path.

boring...

Xun Can's voice returned to calmness, "Let me correct my mistakes with my own hands."

Luo Wensong nodded, "Please."

The world came to a standstill for a moment.

Everything has lost its original color and turned into a deep blue-black color.

The endless space in the tattoo parlor began to collapse inward, and finally turned into an architectural tattoo, quietly suspended in Xuncan's hand.

He took one last look at Luo Wensong and walked into the tattoo in silence.

The shadow of the ghost post office emerged from this strange space. A hole opened in the ground and the tattoo was swallowed into it, turning it into an inconspicuous graffiti on the foundation.

"Humph."

Luo Wensong waved his hand, and countless portals brought those sights in the darkness back to the depths of the foundation.Then the portrait turned into ashes and disappeared, and the dead space collapsed.

Now that things have come to an end, it's time for him to prepare for his own funeral.

……

The sudden appearance of five people on the sun-drenched street did not cause any commotion.

Ever since Zhang Qian and Feng Quan's phones lost signal, the headquarters had cordoned off the neighborhood. The reason was naturally a gas leak.

"Is this the end?" Zhang Qian took a deep breath of air, no longer feeling that cold feeling.

"So far, it seems so." Feng Quan looked around, and then released the ghost mist to investigate.

"Two comrades, you have worked hard!" A man in uniform came to stand in front of them and saluted, "I am Yu Xin from the headquarters, and I am ordered by the headquarters to maintain law and order here."

Zhang Qian looked back and saw that "Menggui Tattoo Parlor" had turned into an ordinary "Tangxi Tattoo Parlor", and those messy posters had turned into exquisite tattoo designs.

"There should be no problem. Let's ask Feng Quan about the specific matters." Zhang Qian handed over the reporting task to Feng Quan. He hadn't yet learned how to eat the two newly captured ghosts, so he didn't want to do such tedious things for the time being.

Yu Xin nodded in agreement without any hesitation, but pointed to the other three people with some embarrassment, "Are these survivors of supernatural events? They may need to register."

The exposure of the supernatural will definitely cause turmoil in the current situation, so the headquarters stipulates that survivors must sign a confidentiality agreement.

"Zhang Han, Wang Shang, you go. Especially Zhang Han, it would be good for him to receive training as a ghost controller just now." Zhang Qian said and glanced at Xu Shaowen's pale cheek, "As for Shaowen, you come with me first , I’m afraid you’ll die suddenly.”

In this incident, Xu Shaowen borrowed the power of Li Gui too many times, and his condition was already very bad. Zhang Qian had no doubt that it would not take long for him to recover from Li Gui.

(End of this chapter)