Mysterious Resurrection: I am practicing magic in troubled times

"You want to default on the bill?" The waiter in the shop also responded.

It pressed on the backrest of the chair, and the wood creaked when it was clenched with its skinny hands, as if it was suppressing the anger in its heart, and it seemed to be giving Zhang Qian a warning.

Zhang Qian didn't have any fear at all. He just shook his head seriously and said, "Don't say it so harshly. I'm trying to reason with you now. After all, those things didn't go into my mouth, so why should I pay?" ?”

Of course it's not possible to reason with ghosts, but the waiter in this shop is obviously not a ghost. He is more like a waiter in a tattoo parlor, a normal person controlled by a supernatural being.

Although she has little autonomy, she can still communicate normally.

Since we can communicate, there is still some hope.

Hearing Zhang Qian making excuses to avoid the order, the waiter stopped pretending and lowered his voice and said gloomily: "Who can you blame if you don't eat the food you ordered? No matter whether you eat or not, you have to pay."

Accompanied by a strong fishy smell, Xiao Er's head wrapped under dry skin slowly stretched out from the darkness.

He quietly turned his head sideways, with only two mung bean-sized eyes under his deep-set eye sockets, staring intently at Zhang Qian in front of him, as if to warn him not to act willfully.

However, Zhang Qian didn't listen to it at all, and instead couldn't help but let out a snort.

There was nothing I could do about it. The waiter's face, which was trying to make a serious expression, looked a bit like a bastard with his neck stretched out, which was really funny.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to laugh at you just now, I just thought of some fun things." Zhang Qian reached out to cover the curved corners of his mouth and said seriously, "What did you just say?"

"do not waste time."

The waiter didn't have Zhang Qian's sense of humor, and his withered head was getting closer and closer under the support of his neck. "If you can't afford it, don't blame me for being rude."

"Haha, who can't afford this little money?" Zhang Qian fanned the air in front of him with a look of disgust, "Get out of here, it smells too strong."

"Humph……"

With a cold snort, the waiter who was gradually approaching stopped his movements. After all, he still expected Zhang Qian to pay back the debt.

"Thirteen hundred yuan, as long as you pay the money, sir, all those little jokes before will not matter. You are still the most distinguished customer of our store."

Zhang Qian glanced at the messy table and casually threw the bill on the table. "I am a reasonable person. If those dishes are really what I ordered, I will pay for them."

"It's a pity that I don't remember when I ordered the food, but you set up such a big table indiscriminately and wanted to buy and sell it to me."

"To put it bluntly, you just want to default on your debt?" The waiter opened his mouth, and a few yellowed teeth were crumbling in the air.

"Do you have to force me to kill you?"

"Haha." Zhang Qian put his hands behind his head and said happily, "Then I really want to see how you plan to kill me."

He is not worried that he will die here at all, not because there is no early warning of a sense of crisis, but more because of speculation about the rules of this place.

The waiter is not the owner of the restaurant, so while the restaurant restricts its customers, those rules should also apply to the waiter.

"Do you think I really don't dare to kill you?" The waiter once again brought his face closer and threatened with all his teeth and claws.

Zhang Qian gave him a slap and said, "Don't waste your time. You can kill or chop him as you please."

If the waiter really wanted to take action, he should have launched the attack when he chose to default on the debt, instead of delaying it until now.There must be some reason why it gave up this option.

Is it impossible to do it...or is it simply useless?

He glanced sideways.

The coat he wore from home was on him, and the gown he brought from the concert hall seemed to have disappeared.

"I felt a little strange when the doll disappeared. But at that time, I was not sure if there was any danger around me, so I had to consider my own safety first, and there was no way to look for its traces."

Zhang Qian stared at the waiter in front of him, but his thoughts drifted thousands of miles away.

"There is also a strange and disappearing true energy. It does not seem to be suppressed by the supernatural, but it seems to have completely disappeared..."

And the feeling of losing control of the body that occurs from time to time, which is also not like a supernatural attack...

While Zhang Qian was contemplating the information he had collected earlier, the waiter gave up making unnecessary threats and instead approached Zhang Qian in an almost discussion-like tone.

"Hey, objectively, don't be angry. It was just a formality. Now let's discuss it carefully. It's not like the matter can't be solved."

"You finally figured out how to help me waive the bill?" Zhang Qian asked curiously.

Although he is not a ghost restaurant, it would be better if it can be resolved peacefully.

After all, there must be a big boss from the Republic of China behind such a supernatural place. It is exciting to think about becoming an enemy with such a big boss for no reason.

The waiter choked for a moment and said awkwardly: "It's not possible to get rid of the bill, but I can make the decision and give you a discount. You can even pay as much as you want."

The Ghost Restaurant has its own method for dealing with bad debts, and that method will be used on Zhang Qian soon. Even if Zhang Qian really gives money, it will not help.

The waiter just thought that he could cheat a little more before then. After all, if Zhang Qian dies, the account will probably be wiped off, and the money he gets from Zhang Qian will be regarded as extra money.

"That's it?" Zhang Qian turned his head in disappointment, "It's not possible. It doesn't cost you money, it costs your life, but you have to get it yourself."

He was convinced that the waiter had nothing to do with him. Not only was he not afraid of the attack, he even wished that the attack would come soon.

That way, at least you can get rid of this strange state, and at least you can fight the devil with real energy, real swords, and real guns, instead of listening to the chatter of this non-human and non-ghost thing.

The waiter persuaded, "Your previous guess was correct. I can't do anything to you myself. Because this space is very special to you. Although you can't use ghosts in it, I can't attack you either. "

"But this kind of restriction only applies to me. I can't do anything to you, which doesn't mean the restaurant can't do anything to you. Even if I am willing to let you go, there will be other people to deal with you."

"You definitely don't want to bear the consequences of defaulting on your debt. Even a little money is better than nothing..."

Zhang Qian shook his head slightly, "No need to talk nonsense."

If he could really spend some money to settle Zhang Qian's case, he wouldn't be reluctant to do so, but it's a pity that he has to sign an agreement that is completely incomprehensible when he goes out to withdraw money.

That piece of paper is just black, who knows what pitfalls there are?
"Do it, no matter if this is a dream or something else," (End of Chapter)