Mysterious Resurrection: I am practicing magic in troubled times

"I really should give you a ghost, but the role of the eyeball is too small in this situation, so I plan to help you change it." Zhang Qian said seriously.

"Other ghosts?"

The puppet was stunned for a moment, then looked at the half-parted ghost lying dead inside the piano.

No way?Zhang Qian is so generous?

Although it is unclear what the musical sound emitted by the ghost is, the supernatural intensity emanating from it is already very eye-catching.

Compared to these half-spirited ghosts, what are ghost eyes?

"Don't think too much, we can't move that thing." Zhang Qian gave up the fantasy of the doll.

After finally eliminating the supernatural attack in the music, he didn't want his previous efforts to be in vain just because of one attempt.

Moreover, Zhang Qian doesn't think that the puppet's ability can directly control such a powerful target. If he really puts the puppet on it, I'm afraid the first one to lose control will be the puppet itself.

"Oh." The doll looked back with reluctance, "Then what kind of ghost are you talking about?"

"this."

Zhang Qian said as he reached into his pocket and took out a dark brown leather map.

"Bangdang-"

The moment the map was unfolded, something golden fell to the floor.

Taking a closer look, Zhang Qian couldn't help but feel a little surprised, "Has half of the magazine been ejected? It seems that the eyeball is still unwilling to rest in the barrel of the gun."

Without thinking much, he leaned over and put the puppet on the ground, then picked up the magazine and put it back inside the golden pistol.

But this time Zhang Qian did not put the pistol back into his pocket, but inserted it into the bone belt around his waist.

It just happens to be able to get stuck, which is quite suitable.

"This map...are you willing to give it to me?" The puppet took the ghost map as if it were a treasure, one eye shining with excitement.

Zhang Qian slapped the puppet on the head with his backhand and said, "I'm just lending it to you for use now. Stop inking and try quickly to see if you can find other exits through the ghost map."

Compared with a little improvement in combat power, the most important thing for Zhang Qian now is undoubtedly to determine a direction forward.

Originally, the ghost map should be able to play a great role in such an unknown place, but unfortunately, except for changing the content when entering the concert hall, the other time it is taken out, it remains completely black.

It was as if it had gone on strike and had lost its ability.

Giving it to the puppet now can be considered an attempt. After all, the puppet has human consciousness and may be able to better utilize the ghost map's abilities.

"it is good."

The doll, which had been hit on the head, could not hide its excitement. It grabbed the two corners of the ghost map with both hands and shook it, as if it was adjusting a wrinkled leather coat.

The puppet quickly found an angle, and then saw its movements change. It turned sideways and put the ghost map on its back like it was wearing a cloak.

The moment the back came into contact with the ghost map, the doll's ability was silently activated.

Under the influence of this unknown supernatural being, the originally sharp-edged ghost map began to slowly deform.

As if it had been boiled in boiling water, the map's material gradually became softer, and actually curved around like a piece of clothing, wrapping the doll's torso.

Moreover, the thickness of the map is gradually getting thinner, or in other words, the map is gradually sinking toward the inside of the doll's body.

Soon, only a thin layer was left on the map, which seemed to be completely integrated with the doll. Except for the color of the corners being different from the skin color of the doll itself, there was not even a slight bulge to be found.It’s as if this special piece of skin has grown on the doll’s body.

On the side that neither Zhang Qian nor the puppet can see, it is the side where the ghost map is used for imaging.

The jet-black ink flowed almost instinctively, then suddenly stopped.

The doll's wrinkled expression suddenly relaxed, revealing a touch of human joy.

Zhang Qian noticed this change and quickly asked: "How is the situation?"

"You really have to leave from the gate, but you can't just walk out so casually." The puppet said solemnly.

"You must have the right identity and pass through the right place before you can enter the right portal. Although there is a problem with our identity, these figures have something that symbolizes their identity. We just need to grab them."

Strangely enough, after controlling the ghost map, the puppet did not perceive anything like a map. Instead, the method of leaving the concert hall directly appeared in its mind.

Maybe the ability of Ghost Map is not to map, but to detect information?
But there is no use thinking about it now. After this delay, many more spectators stood up. The most important thing is to leave the concert hall as soon as possible.

"Something that symbolizes identity?" Zhang Qian asked doubtfully.

The puppet nodded, "Actually, it's just those people's clothes. Just take them off and put them on us. Only by wearing their clothes and opening the door can we leave from here."

"Why does this pattern feel a bit abnormal..." Zhang Qian muttered, but now he can't care so much in order to survive.

Jumping off the stage with a puppet.

Turning his eyes, Zhang Qian casually walked to a seat closer to him.

As the distance increased, the clanking sound of the chains became more obvious.

Only then did Zhang Qian notice that the iron chain seemed to be entangled with some unknown plants, a bit like seaweed in the depths of the ocean, with some water stains on it, making the entire chain look a bit wet.

Could it really be the anchor of the ghost ship...

Without thinking much, Zhang Qian stood still and confirmed: "So how can we take off their clothes? Do it directly?"

The doll affirmed: "Yes, just pick the one you like and take off one piece. It's OK for both men and women, there's no difference."

"Row."

After thinking about it, Zhang Qian chose a seated audience.

At least this guy seems to be more at ease, not as arrogant as next door.

But when he stretched out his hand, he failed to catch anything. Instead, he penetrated the figure directly in front of him.

"That dancer..."

The familiar feeling immediately reminded Zhang Qian of his previous experience of attacking a dancer. The existence of the two seemed to have some similarities. They also passed through the body and could not be touched.

Fortunately, this spectator just stared at Zhang Qian coldly, with his hands tied and unable to fight back.

Maybe it's because the audience sitting like this is not psychic enough, or is it just a shadow?
With a guess in his mind, Zhang Qian turned his head and looked at the well-dressed young man beside him.

Without much hesitation, he raised his hand and grabbed the coat on his body.

Zhang Qian raised his eyebrows, "Is it really because of the supernatural strength? Thank you very much for your selfless dedication." (End of Chapter)