Mysterious Resurrection: I am practicing magic in troubled times

Chapter 192 Accident
This thing is actually harder than expected.

Zhang Qian's brows raised. Although the wooden stick in his hand was not a magic weapon, it was still a "magic weapon" that could kill ghosts with broken limbs at first and maggots at the bottom.

This stick only scratched the other side, which really surprised him.

After all, it was a fierce ghost that occupied the entire hall, and its supernatural strength was not comparable to those of the miscellaneous soldiers.

At least the hardness of this turtle shell is probably no weaker than the ghost ship's own defense.

"Try it with ghost hands."

If the hard one is not enough, then use something softer. Although the suppression ability of the ghost hand cannot suppress the strong ghost, it can weaken it a little bit, which at least can increase Zhang Qian's chances of breaking through the defense.

next moment.

A slightly pale palm pressed on the top of the piano.

This arm no longer looked like a human being, exuding a supernatural coldness, as if it had just been stolen from the morgue, and there were bursts of invisible cold air on it.

But soon, the cold air was covered by a layer of gray-white halo.

Using Zhang Qian's arm as a medium, the true energy slowly spread downward until it completely poured into the piano.

Compared with the intensity of Ghost Face's brutal attack, although Ghost Hand's suppression is not powerful, its applicability is more than one level higher.

The main reason is that the rules are easy to trigger. Anything that can be touched can be the target of the attack. You don't have to worry about not being able to trigger the rules and just stare.

Among the opponents I have encountered so far, as long as the target can be touched, the ghost hand can still play a more or less role.

It's just that this ability loses its effect when facing the piano.

Although the zhenqi encountered almost no obstacles and penetrated into the piano very smoothly, Zhang Qian did not feel that the piano's supernatural power was weakening.

"The real core is not the piano, so suppressing this outer shell has no effect." Zhang Qian instantly guessed a possibility.

After all, the music sounds have nothing to do with the piano. Maybe the piano has just become a place for ghosts to stay, and is not the real source of supernatural beings.

There is little point in suppressing the piano, because the supernatural power on the piano is not the source, and will continue to be replenished no matter how much it is suppressed.

But if you want to solve the contents inside, you must open this turtle shell.

Just when Zhang Qian was thinking about how to solve this thing, he suddenly caught a glimpse of some bad signs from the corner of his eye.

I saw that in the seats in the hall and on higher floors, the dead-like audience did not leave their seats, but several figures had already stood up.

Even the atmosphere of the entire concert hall became a little depressing, and the lights overhead flickered, as if something bad was about to happen.

The dancer's singing voice had changed from high-pitched to gentle, as if it was almost time to finish the song.

The doll lying on the ground on the other side also propped up his body and crawled towards Zhang Qian on his hands and feet.

"The death energy... seems to be getting heavier."

Zhang Qian casually kicked the puppet away and glanced at the audience under the stage.

If they only looked a little listless before, now anyone who sees them will not think that they are human.

In Zhang Qian's perception, the supernatural power of these figures was completely different from before, and even exceeded the level of a ghost slave.

This song can not only strengthen supernatural powers, but can even turn ghost slaves into real ghosts?

The effect would be too outrageous.

"No wonder these guys didn't move before. It turned out that they were restrained..." Zhang Qian could see a translucent chain on the figures who had stood up.

This chain is very long, winding around and connecting all the figures in the concert hall.

Just like a giant anchor anchoring a ship, the weight of the chain also pressed the spectators into their seats, unable to move.

"With the first one, it's probably only a matter of time before the remaining figures escape."

Zhang Qian immediately stood up and planned to leave the concert hall.

Even going back to that corridor is better than staying here. The stone statues in the corridor at least have ways to restrain themselves, but the concert hall is about to turn into a purgatory of roaring ghosts.

Hundreds of fierce ghosts, if those monsters from the older generation were not taken into consideration, could overturn the entire world. Zhang Qian didn't think he could handle it.

Although he didn't have the trouble of reviving the ghosts like normal ghost controllers, he couldn't defeat four hands with two fists. He couldn't defend himself comprehensively against so many ghosts.

If you miss it, I'm afraid there will be nothing left to chew on.

As for the doll, just keep it with you to see if it has the luck to survive.

"This is?"

Zhang Qian, who was about to lean over and grab the puppet, suddenly discovered something was wrong. The hand he had just pressed on the surface of the piano was actually covered in black sawdust.

Looking at the top of the piano again, there is a very obvious palm print on it.

The size of this palm print happened to match Zhang Qian's left hand. The inside was no longer smooth and flat, but instead was filled with large and small cracks.

It seems to be the ability of the mutilated ghost...but why?
Look at the hands.

Dense red blood lines looked like tattoos or wounds, covering every inch of skin from fingertips to elbows.

This is the scar left after the confrontation with the mutilated ghost. Although the body has healed, it has left such strange marks.

"What is this? Stealing? Infection?" Zhang Qian was a little confused.

Inexplicably, he thought of the time when he first came into contact with the evil ghost in the sanatorium.

After that contact with the ghost hand, a black line grew on his arm, but after Zhang Qian swallowed the ghost hand, the black line disappeared on its own.

"That time, it was the supernatural power of the ghost hand that eroded into my body, and this time, it was the supernatural power of the ghost with mutilated limbs that directly affected the arm."

And it seemed that the ghost hand could be easily eliminated that time because of the influence of the black line.

Thinking about it this way, the two situations seem to have something in common.

Could it be that Zhenqi can copy the abilities of a powerful ghost after coming into contact with it?
It is indeed possible, after all...

"Tao generates one, one generates two, two generates three, and three generates all things... Supernatural powers are also part of this world, and it seems natural that true energy can imitate them."

Maybe running the zhenqi in different ways to achieve different effects is what we used to call martial arts moves, right?

Zhang Qian felt ashamed. He didn't expect that his body's instincts knew how to cultivate immortality better than his own. On the contrary, he had failed to develop the true secret of true energy, and was overqualified.

The body's self-healing and this imitation of the evil ghost all show that true energy is not just something that can be used to perform miracles.

If you have the chance, you may have to find a time to develop the use of Qi.

(End of this chapter)