Mysterious Resurrection: I am practicing magic in troubled times

"Crack-"

The wooden stick hit the internal mechanical structure of the piano without any obstruction, and the parts that had become somewhat old due to the erosion of time suddenly fell apart.

Tiny gears and bearings were scattered, and the creation that seemed exquisite just now suddenly turned into a pile of rags.

But the magic on the piano has not disappeared.

Those black and white keys are still beating spontaneously, but without the assistance of the steel needle, such beating has no use except that it looks weird.

"The music hasn't stopped yet?" Zhang Qian raised his eyebrows and realized that things were not as simple as he thought.

Although the holes in Li Gui's body have stopped shrinking, the sound coming out of its body shows no signs of declining.

Compared to before, it seems a little messy?
"No, being able to recall the melody of this song means a lot." Zhang Qian suddenly realized.

Previously, I couldn't remember anything other than a general feeling after listening to this music, but now I not only remember the content of the song from the previous second, but I also no longer feel that dizzy feeling.

Does that mean the supernatural element in the song has disappeared?
Nowadays the piece probably just sounds the same and actually no longer has that ability to assault the memory.

In this case, it’s time for the doll to return to normal...

A slight kick.

The puppet flew up and was easily caught by Zhang Qian.

The current doll's limbs are still limp as if dead, and no other changes can be seen.

However, as the suppression of the true energy was released, the guy's eyelids finally twitched a few times, and then he slowly opened one eye.

"I seem to have fallen asleep?" the doll muttered to himself in a daze.

Looking at the palm in front of it, it felt as if it had been on the edge of life and death, but it could not recall what had just happened.

The attack of the music almost wiped out the doll's consciousness. During this period, it completely lost control of its body and perception of the outside world, and did not even notice the passage of time.

From the perspective of the doll, it just played the piano for a while, and then it was inexplicably caught in Zhang Qian's hand.

"By the way, the piano..."

The puppet, who had come back to his senses, was thinking of giving a reminder, but then he turned around and saw the scrapped piano.

"never mind."

"It's okay, think about how to get out of this hellish place."

Zhang Qian flipped the doll's head to the other side and put the eager audience in front of it. "Once there are so many evil ghosts, we can't solve them with just the two of us. Did you think of any more clues when you came into contact with the supernatural this time?" ?”

The moment the instruments inside the piano collapsed, the red-dressed dancer disappeared.

Correspondingly, the kind of singing that can affect supernatural beings has also dissipated from the inside of the hall.

But the singing disappeared, but the audience had no intention of disappearing.

Instead, he stared at Zhang Qian eagerly, with obvious hatred on his face, as if he was blaming him for ruining the performance.

"The chains are no longer able to trap them. If you haven't thought of other ways to leave, we may really have to return to the corridor from the gate..." Zhang Qian said with a solemn expression.Theoretically speaking, these phantoms are not real ghosts at the beginning, and there should be no chance of resistance if they are entangled in this chain that is specially designed to trap ghosts.

In the past, it was only the increase in singing that could affect the chain. Now that the dancers have disappeared, the shadow of the audience should be suppressed again soon.

However, things are going in the wrong direction.

Looking around, nearly half of the audience has stood up from their seats, and the aura exuding from them is not something ordinary ghost slaves can possess.

It seems that a certain critical point has been broken, and now the supernatural power of the audience has far exceeded its initial state.

Even the chain could not completely suppress them. Not only could it not reduce the number of spectators who were getting up, it would even allow more phantoms to transform into evil spirits.

The speed of this transformation is still accelerating, and it may take less than 10 minutes to completely break free from the shackles of the iron chain.

"These guys..."

The moment it saw the audience, the puppet's movements paused uncontrollably, but it quickly covered up the situation.

Although the identities of these audience members can be roughly guessed, these memories do not seem to be of any help in leaving the concert hall.

"I don't remember any supernatural contact with me. In fact, except that the ghost eyes disappeared, I didn't notice any changes in myself."

The puppet hesitated for a moment and suggested: "Rush out, it won't do anything if you delay it any longer."

Now it seems that this concert hall either does not have an exit, or they simply did not find the right method.

Neither of these two situations can be solved by taking time, so in the puppet's opinion, it is better to leave as soon as possible and retreat to the corridor to make plans.

"The memory has not changed, which means you still don't know where the aisles are connected, and you are not sure whether you can avoid the concert hall next time if you follow the rules?" Zhang Qian frowned.

Judging from the doll's previous performance, it only knows how to leave the aisle, but does not know where it is outside the aisle.

It would be a bit of a problem if the corridor only connected to the concert hall...

After all, they can't stay in the aisle forever. What if the next time they enter the concert hall, the audience not only does not disperse, but all escapes?
There really wasn't even any room for maneuver.

"Well, I really don't know..."

The puppet responded with some embarrassment, and then quickly added, "But with our two abilities, there is definitely no problem living in the corridor. As long as he waits for his brother for ten days and a half, I don't believe these guys can still wait here. On."

"What are our abilities?" Zhang Qianxu asked with eyes closed.

The puppet felt a little guilty and pointed at the empty eye sockets, "Ahem, as long as I can put my eyeballs back up, I think I can still fight against ordinary evil spirits."

"What's more, I can also become stronger. With your help, it won't be difficult to get a new body, right?"

Indeed, the puppet's combat power mainly depends on the ghosts it controls. It can deal with ordinary ghosts if it is equipped with eyeballs. If it controls a few more ghosts, its energy will change qualitatively.

But now there is no condition to help it upgrade, and no matter how much it is upgraded, can it suddenly become stronger than these hundreds of ghosts?

Compared to increasing the doll's physical strength, Zhang Qian had other ideas. (End of chapter)