Mysterious Resurrection: I am practicing magic in troubled times

In a dark space that seems to be nothingness.

A gray-white mountain peak rises from the ground. The peak is as sharp as a sword, as if it wants to pierce this strange space with no end in sight.

This mountain peak is surprisingly high, far exceeding any natural wonder that humans have ever discovered. When you stand on the mountainside and look down, you can only see the mountain below submerged in the darkness. There is no way to see this big mountain. basis.

In order to maintain this huge volume, the shape of the mountain is very weird, like a sharp cone, the diameter becomes wider as you go downwards, and the narrower as you go upwards.

Its shape is very regular, as if this mountain peak was not formed naturally, but someone built it up bit by bit with stones, just to get to the highest place.

Sudden.

A stone near the top of the mountain seemed to have been pried, falling off the mountain and rolling down the gray-white slope.

The speed is getting faster and faster, far exceeding the acceleration of gravity in the real world. It is as if this stone has its own consciousness and is constantly accelerating downwards.

But even so, it took a long time for the rocks to hit the bottom.

"boom!"

The spinning flying rocks finally stopped, and with a dull sound, they hit countless rocks similar to it.

No, these things don't seem to be rocks.

Carved chisels are all over these gray-white stones, outlining the vague facial features.

Although the details are no longer clear, the sharp fangs still exude a deterrent force that seems to choose and devour others.

It is a stone statue derived from human-headed maggots.

And this head is not alone, there are countless identical heads around it, spread out flat, it is like a gray-white land.

The mountain peak stands on this endless plain.

It is composed of nothing but the body of a stone statue.

Those stumps and broken arms grasped each other, borrowing each other's strength like building a human ladder, and climbed higher into the sky little by little, just to escape this bizarre room.

Yes, just to escape.

Even if these stone statues are endless, and can even be said to kill all the indigenous people here easily, it does not mean that they can leave here.

The junkyard on top of the ghost ship is too big.

Even the huge number of stone statues couldn't fill it up, so they could only barely build a ladder to carry their companions to a higher place.

And at the top of the mountain at this moment.

A stone statue climbed up hard and finally stepped on all its companions.

Its condition is not good either. Its right arm has reached its base, and there are several extremely terrifying huge scratches on its back.

These things are not caused by maggots.

Rather, it is a wound caused by the "garbage" accumulated by the ghost ship over decades.

Fortunately, the stone statue's vitality is very tenacious, so this injury is not taken seriously by it.

At this moment, its one eye was looking around, as if it was trying to find an exit to leave.

Yet at this moment.

A cracked arm rested on One-Eye's shoulder.

Then with a gentle press of the arm, One-Eye fell to the ground uncontrollably, lowered his body, and turned into a step to climb to a higher place.

The person who came was nothing more than a stone statue.

Its face is equally blurry, but its facial features are not normal.

Two vertical horns soared into the sky, and a few ferocious fangs were exposed from the corners of the grinning mouth.This thing is more like a real ghost than a human being.

It seems a bit like Zhang Qian with full firepower, but upon closer inspection, there are some differences.

It's like an imitation that has its own form. Although the appearance can get closer to the original owner little by little, its spirit cannot be imitated.

There may be only one way to solve this problem. Kill the original owner and become the only one. Naturally, there will be no distinction between authenticity and authenticity.

Even so, this counterfeit is still very strong, and even after fighting many evil ghosts, he did not suffer any injuries. He is not at all as embarrassed as the One-Eye at his feet.

It's a pity that this strength does not help the current situation at all.

The door to leave this garbage house has long been closed. Unless the rules set by the ghost ship can be resisted, there is no possibility of opening the door inside.

We can only wait, waiting for others to reopen a door in the outside world.

This time is difficult to define, it may be a day, a month, or even decades...

Or maybe it's the next moment.

Sudden.

A jet black wooden door four to five meters high appeared in front of the evil ghost stone statue.

Before it could make any move, the door had already spontaneously opened inward, seeming to welcome its arrival.

Of course, the evil ghost would not hesitate. With a slight push, his body rose up from the ground and jumped into the door.

And behind it, the mountain made of stumps collapsed, and countless stones fell into the abyss with a huge roar.

The huge momentum seemed like the earth was shattering, but an inconspicuous figure jumped into the portal before the mountain collapsed.

Concert hall interior.

Zhang Qian's figure disappeared without a trace immediately after stepping into the light curtain, leaving only hundreds of spectators looking at each other in confusion and the sound of music that never stopped.

The chains swayed under the pull of the audience, making dull collision sounds.

But these figures have still not been able to break free until now.

The rusty iron chain on his body is not as fragile as it looks, and there is no way to break it easily.The end of the chain seemed to be tied with a huge anchor, and there was no way to pull it apart at will.

Only if the entire audience is transformed into ghosts can they have the ability to escape.

However, the target of the attack had disappeared from the concert hall, and these strange figures no longer resisted fiercely.

Even under the suppression of the huge force of the iron chain, several figures who had already stood up began to slowly fall down, as if they were going to sit back down.

And the speed of this suppression will definitely become faster and faster. Maybe within an hour, these guys will sit back obediently until someone wakes them up again.

But not long after Zhang Qian left.

A new visitor walked in through the door that had not yet been closed.

The eyes of all the figures were attracted by this strange thing, and they all fell on the evil stone statue.

So...the stone statue stopped moving.

The entire hall fell silent, and then there was an even stronger sound of struggling.

The audience didn't care whether the stone statue would fight back, or whether the stone statue was human or not, they just simply wanted to kill the guy in front of them.

"boom!"

Suddenly, a crisp sound of metal breaking came from the corner of the hall.

The iron chain that had suppressed the audience for decades was finally broken at this moment of collective revival of the audience. (End of chapter)