Mysterious Resurrection: I am practicing magic in troubled times

No!

I will never fall down here!
The waiter's eyes were full of fighting spirit again, as if there was an unknown flame burning in it.

No matter how you say that you are about to succeed in a ghost restaurant, you have suffered for most of your life, how can you fall at this critical moment when you are about to start enjoying happiness.

If we really give up like this, wouldn't it mean that our efforts for a hundred years have been wasted?

"It's just painful, don't underestimate me..."

Taking a sharp breath, the waiter clenched his teeth and held his skinny hands firmly on the ground.

Big beads of sweat slid down his forehead to the tip of his nose, hitting the dust on the floor tiles drop by drop.

It seems like I can’t hold it any longer...

His brain was turned into a pile of mush by the severe pain, and double images began to appear in Xiao Er's eyes.

The skinny arms were shaking constantly, but miraculously, its figure was getting taller and taller.

Zhang Qian also noticed this strange scene and couldn't help but wonder if there was something wrong with his memory.

What's going on like this when the protagonist explodes?

If I remember correctly, this guy should be more of a villain than me, right?
He couldn't help but slow down the movements in his hands, staring at the guy whose aura suddenly changed, hesitating about which step caused the problem.

"That's not right...According to the feeling transmitted by the ghost hand, this waiter is only a little stronger than ordinary people. It is impossible to have the ability to fight back..." Zhang Qian frowned.

When Zhang Qian escaped from the kitchen and appeared in the restaurant, he noticed a lot of changes in the waiter.

Although the voice was still the same, his appearance no longer looked like a ghost, but more like a skinny middle-aged man.

Is there any hidden backhand that I haven't discovered yet?Isn't this guy hiding something big for himself?
But that change seems to be not just a change in appearance, but more like a direct change of person. There is no trace of supernatural beings in the body. What else can be used to launch an attack?

Before Zhang Qian could think more, the waiter straightened his body tremblingly and pulled the table beside him to stand up.

Then, he slowly turned around and looked straight at Zhang Qian sitting on the table.

Zhang Qian tried to guess what this guy wanted to do, but the waiter's eyes were too small. His eyes, which were less than the size of a one-yuan coin, couldn't see clearly what he was looking at.

The zhenqi at the ankle flickered and disappeared.

A thin invisible mask condenses on the face. Although it has not appeared yet, it only takes a moment to launch the attack.

But whatever the situation, it’s never a bad thing to be prepared.

"Oh!"

The waiter's knees weakened and he knelt heavily on the ground.

Zhang Qian was startled by the movement and didn't understand what kind of move it was.

But then the waiter clasped his hands in his fists and said in a trembling voice: "Sir, I am here to apologize to you. I was blamed for being blinded by the interests for a while. I hope you will not remember the villain's mistakes and save my life... …”

After that, it bent down and lay on the ground, without any psychological burden at all.

It's just kowtow, it's not a big deal as long as you can survive.Anyway, I kowtowed a lot before when I was not a ghost, so this one is no different.

"Oh, I thought you were going to do something." Zhang Qian suddenly lost interest and turned around to deal with the chain at his ankle.

The derivative ghost hand still hasn't moved away, but its grip has relaxed slightly.

The biting pain was relieved, and the waiter couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Sure enough, these people just can't listen to good things and will soften after just a few words.

But no matter what, this life should be said to be saved... Just as he was thinking about it, a feeling of powerlessness suddenly swept through his body from his ankles.Before the waiter could figure out what was going on, it went dark and collapsed on the ground.

Zhang Qian glanced at him to make sure he wasn't pretending to be asleep and then ignored him.

Since there is no supernatural power in the body, it is better to use the suppression ability of ghost hands to control it.

After all, we are still a little constrained now. If something unexpected happens, we will inevitably be exhausted to deal with it.

There was silence in the restaurant for a moment.

Then two consecutive cracking sounds were heard.

"It's done."

After tearing off the last two shackles, Zhang Qian jumped off the table, turned over and landed on the floor.

Just when he wanted to deal with the waiter on the ground, he suddenly caught sight of something strange out of the corner of his eye.

Slowly approached the table where he had just been restrained.

The material of this table is different from the wooden tables in the restaurant. It is made of pure metal, and the smooth reflective surface can even reflect the influence of the restaurant.

However, Zhang Qian's attention was not focused on this. He just touched the corner of the table with some confusion.

Several pieces of metal fragments immediately scattered to the ground, falling to the ground one after another.

But this time Zhang Qian didn't even use any force, because it was already covered with large and small cracks.

"This position... seems to be the right hand just now." After making a gesture, Zhang Qian couldn't help but have a trace of solemnity on his face.

He didn't use his supernatural power at that time, he just touched the table.

But the ghost's supernatural powers still affected the table.

The supernatural is out of control?
He casually touched another intact place on the table. In just a moment, cracks appeared in all directions along the palm of his hand.

"The supernatural power that Bai picked up is really not that easy to get..." Zhang Qian murmured.

How similar are uncontrolled supernatural beings to those ghost masters who are about to lose control?
Now he is just launching an uncontrolled attack. Will the next step be to bite him back and erode deeper step by step?

He raised his hand and put it in front of his eyes. I don't know if it was due to psychological effects, but the scarlet cracks on it seemed to have become deeper.

Under the light, these marks even shimmered with an amber-like color, not like wounds, but more like some kind of decoration.

He tentatively touched his body, but there were no wounds from the attack.

Zhang Qian's mood relaxed a little, "The situation shouldn't be serious. I just need to find a way to get rid of it in the future."

It shouldn't be difficult to remove it. According to the experience of the ghost hand's black line, you only need to drag the ghost out and swallow it.

But it is easy to say, but not so easy to do.The evil ghost was locked in a room deep in the corridor. After such a long time, it might have been taken back into the supernatural space.

To find this evil ghost again is as difficult as finding a needle in a haystack.

"Forget it, the car must have a way to the front of the mountain."

Shaking his head, Zhang Qian put this matter aside for the time being and didn't think too much about it.

There are many debts but it is not a big deal at all. It is just a mutilated ghost that may be revived.

Walking to the crouching waiter, Zhang Qian poked it a few times with the wooden stick in his hand.

"Don't pretend to be dead, speed up." (End of Chapter)