Mysterious Resurrection: I am practicing magic in troubled times

The moment he passed through the light curtain, a familiar sense of imbalance appeared again.

As if he had stepped on the air, Zhang Qian felt that his body was falling continuously, downward, downward...

There was nothing in his field of vision, or he had lost control of his body at this moment, and he couldn't even be sure whether he had opened his eyes.

I do not know how long it has been.

Maybe it's a second, maybe it's a year.

The downward trend suddenly stopped, and the speed instantly reset to zero without much discomfort.

"It seems that I was not really falling just now, it was just an illusion caused by supernatural power." Zhang Qian said secretly.

The opened door is not an ordinary door, but more like a passage connecting different supernatural spaces.

It seems normal to have some weird feelings when borrowing such a passage.

Fortunately, that weird feeling of powerlessness had disappeared. Zhang Qian's eyelids trembled, and finally he slowly opened his eyes.

The surrounding environment is still shrouded in darkness.

It's not the kind of pure nothingness, it's more like it's covered by something, hazy and hard to see clearly.

For some reason, he seemed to be sitting on a chair instead of standing somewhere.

This chair must be old. Not only is the material cold and stiff, it also hurts all over.

Of course this is not the focus right now.

Understanding the surrounding environment and confirming whether there are any possible dangers is the most important thing at the moment.

"Speaking of which, it seems that the doll is not staying with me?" Zhang Qian later realized that he suddenly found that the feeling of being pressed by something was no longer on his shoulders.

He reached out and touched it gently, and sure enough, no trace of the doll was found.

Did you go through the same portal and end up in a different place?
Zhang Qian frowned and did not act rashly. Now his perception of the outside world was almost zero. It would be bad if he could not predict the attack pattern of some evil ghosts because of his carelessness.

And he always felt that there was no peace in the darkness, and there seemed to be some malicious eyes peeking at him secretly.

So let’s see what they are.

He concentrated slightly, trying to control the true energy to gather in his eyes...

Then, nothing happened.

"Is the true energy out of control? No, it has completely disappeared." Zhang Qian suddenly felt bad.

Such a big ball of true energy just disappeared without a sound?
However, before Zhang Qian could think more, a strange voice suddenly came from the darkness behind him.

"Hey, the distinguished guest is here, let's serve the food!"

Listening to this voice, the "person" speaking should be a man, but the tone is uncomfortable to listen to.

It's like a person who can't speak is trying to imitate people's speech by imitating cats and tigers. Although he can understand the meaning, there is always a weird feeling of pretentiousness in his tone.

Is it a fierce ghost or a ghost slave?

At the moment when the sound fell.

There were only two snaps, a sizzling sound of electricity surged, and then a dazzling white light suddenly appeared in the space.

Judging from the color, it seems to be somewhat similar to the light curtain in the portal.

With this light, Zhang Qian finally saw his environment clearly.

In front of him was a table covered with a white tablecloth, and a pair of brand new dishes were placed near him.

Looking at this posture, it seems to be a dining table.

The dining table is large and rectangular. Zhang Qian is located at the bottom of the dining table. There is room for at least a dozen people to sit in other places.

However, those places were empty, and there were no other utensils on the white tablecloths.

In other words, the doll is really not in this place.Unfortunately, the scope of the light only covers a small area around the dining table. Whether it is above the head or around, there is still a hazy gauze-like darkness, and there is no way to get more clues.

"You're doing this big fight just to treat me to a meal? You wouldn't believe it, right?"

Withdrawing his gaze, Zhang Qian wanted to turn his head to see if the thing behind him was a human or a ghost.

But he failed.

Even the whole body became uncontrollable the moment the thought came up.

Not only was he unable to get up and look back, his hands also moved uncontrollably and were placed on the table in an orderly manner.

The waist straightened involuntarily.

Looking like that, he looks like a kid in a kindergarten waiting for his meal.

"Weird ability..."

Now in this situation, Zhang Qian has lost all the capital to resist, and he can't even control his body.

But he didn't feel much fear in his heart. Instead, he began to speculate on the supernatural power of this evil ghost.

Being able to erase the true energy seems a bit like an ability related to suppression.

But Zhang Qian doesn't really believe that there are any ghosts that are so terrifying that they can completely suppress the true energy, making it impossible for him to sense it.

After so many supernatural incidents, he has encountered a lot of extremely terrifying ghosts, but neither Xun Can, the owner of the tattoo parlor, nor the first and second generation kings around Wang Chaling, have ever encountered such a thing. Feeling of oppression.

Rather, although the situation seems dangerous now, Zhang Qian himself does not feel much sense of crisis.

Maybe... this is just a kind of illusion?
"How does your guest like it?"

Suddenly, the thing in the darkness pulled in again, almost asking next to Zhang Qian's ear.

A strong bad breath spurted out, and even Zhang Qian, who was accustomed to big scenes, felt a little nauseous when he smelled the smell.

It smells like I haven't brushed my teeth in decades.

Without the vitality around him, Zhang Qian couldn't hold his breath even if he wanted to. In order to avoid being suffocated to death by the breath, he had to tilt his head.

However, the waiter in the darkness seemed to have received some signal, and his voice suddenly became excited, shouting at the top of his lungs: "You have your order, don't ask too much, just take as much as you want!"

"?"

Zhang Qian blinked, not sure when he had the intention of letting it be served.

Forced buying and selling, right?

That is to say, it is on the ghost ship, otherwise the authorities will be called to close it down in a minute.

Although he felt frustrated, Zhang Qian still had no intention of responding, and planned to see what tricks this black shop planned to play.

Serve the food as it is, since he won't be able to eat even one bite anyway.

Rather than stopping this process, it is better to look for an opportunity to leave from this change.

Zhang Qianjiu was not asked to wait.

A cyan porcelain bowl suddenly appeared not far from his left hand.

The speed was so fast that Zhang Qian just blinked, and when he opened his eyes again, the porcelain bowl had stopped quietly on the table.

I glanced at it silently, and there was nothing special about its appearance.

However, the style of the porcelain bowl is exquisite, and the light blue pattern outlines the ebb and flow of the tide.And when the light shines on it, you can still see the arc-shaped aperture, without any trace of erosion by time.

At this moment, the waiter at the shop loudly announced the name of the dish, "One cup of honey-glazed ham!"

(End of this chapter)