Mysterious Resurrection: I am practicing magic in troubled times

The front end of the wooden stick poked the waiter's waist.

Obviously Zhang Qian didn't use much force, just poked lightly a few times, but the reaction from the other party was unusually large.

"hiss--"

Like a prawn that had been delineated, Xiao Er's body collapsed on the ground and he clenched his teeth and couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air.

My mind was still a little groggy, as if the anesthetic had not worn off, and I couldn't figure out what was going on for a while.

Fortunately, most of the pain in the ankle has disappeared, which makes the waiter feel at ease.

The waiter quietly raised his eyelids and was about to look around when he suddenly heard a familiar voice.

"Don't look, I'm here."

Slowly walking up to the waiter, Zhang Qian's figure blocked the light from the ceiling, casting a shadow that enveloped the half-dead figure on the ground.

Normal people would probably be a little scared when they see this stance.

However, the waiter just stared at Zhang Qian blankly, without saying a word or making any other movements, and his eyes were dull and showed no brilliance.

It seemed that it had been so hurt just now that it had even forgotten where this place was and who the person in front of it was.

"What are you looking at? Get up quickly." Zhang Qian said bluntly.

But the waiter turned a deaf ear and remained in this awkward posture, as motionless as a statue.

"Are you scared to death, or are you just pretending?" Zhang Qian muttered.

Then he half-crouched down, raised a finger and waved it in front of the waiter's eyes, "Can you see it? Look at what this is?"

The waiter still didn't react at all, and his pupils didn't even move with his fingers, nor did they focus. He just looked ahead stupidly, not knowing what he was looking at.

Zhang Qian was amused by the way it looked, and he was pretty good at pretending.

The waiter's behavior just now didn't sound like someone who couldn't withstand a blow.

Not only can he bend and stretch, he also has extraordinary endurance. In the past, he would have been the number one person.

Zhang Qian didn't believe that such a person could be scared silly.

It would be okay to play with it in normal times, but now I am afraid I can't afford to delay in this situation.

Shaking his head, Zhang Qian said casually: "I originally thought I could spare your life, but looking at you now, living is probably a pain."

Standing up and fanning the non-existent dust, Zhang Qian raised his chin and immediately pounced on him with two ghostly hands that were ready to attack.

"Now I am somewhat responsible for this situation, so let me help you get rid of it."

"Wait……"

Before the waiter could finish his words, ghost hands flew up and grabbed his throat.

The larynx was somewhat deformed under the huge force of the ghost hand, and the rattling sound of bones squeezing against each other kept ringing like an alarm clock.

Almost instantly, the suffocation caused by lack of oxygen made Xiao Er's eyes darken, and he unconsciously stretched out his hands to pull the thing off his throat.

But how could Zhang Qian let it do what he wanted? He stepped on its outstretched left hand with a casual kick.

Not only that, the other ghost hand also began to crawl randomly on the waiter's face, and from time to time it would tentatively put its fingers into the seven orifices, as if trying to see if it could get into it.

The fear of facing death made Xiao Er flutter in shock, and the strange giant spider-like creature on his face made his whole body tingle.

Xiaoer didn't even dare to beg for mercy at this moment. He was worried that the thing on his face would get into his body while he spoke.

His hands were also tightly trampled, and there was no hope of breaking free.

At this moment, all he could probably do was pray that Zhang Qian could be kind and spare his life.

After all, he was the only person here who could communicate. Xiao Er didn't believe that Zhang Qian could just let him die.However, things did not develop as he expected.

As time passed by, the strength of Gui Shou not only did not relax at all, but even increased a bit.

Xiao Er's consciousness was gradually becoming hazy, but he still didn't die.

Obviously, it only takes a gentle grip to break its neck, but Zhang Qian seemed to deliberately want it to hang on for a breath, letting it walk on the edge of death, but it just couldn't take that step.

During this period, the waiter really hoped that Zhang Qian could say something. Even if it was insulting or ridiculing, it would accept it completely.

Because this at least shows that Zhang Qian has the desire to communicate with himself.

But it didn't.

Zhang Qian just silently crushed its left hand on the floor without saying a word, as if he didn't care about the information or the role of the waiter, he just wanted to torture it before it died.

I don't know how long has passed.

As if he was tired of playing with it, the ghost hand on his neck suddenly increased its strength.

Five fingers were deeply embedded into the twisted skin, and then he squeezed hard——

"Crack."

His head lost its support and fell uncontrollably.

I thought death was the release from torture, but at this moment, tears suddenly welled up in Xiao Er's eyes.

It turns out that even a bad life is a thousand times more precious than a good death.

If I had known that I couldn't deceive Zhang Qian, I shouldn't have been so clever at that time.

If Xiao Er is given another chance, it will never have the intention to engage in those small tricks, and will even fully cooperate with Zhang Qian's actions.

But in the face of death, how can there be any room for maneuver?

"Crack."

There was another crisp sound.

A few hot tears fell to the ground. Xiao Er closed his eyes, but was surprised to find that he seemed to be fine?

Zhang Qian's voice suddenly came to his ears, "You still can't move? It seems there is something wrong with the treatment, but it's also possible that this guy is hopeless..."

"Wait a minute, the therapy is very effective. I'm fine, I'm fine!" Halfway through, the waiter quickly tried to stand up, but his hands went weak and he fell to the ground.

Yes, my hand has been trampled to pieces, how can I still support the weight of my body.

The waiter couldn't bear to look at the miserable condition of his left hand, but he couldn't avoid the sight.

But...the left hand doesn't seem to be injured?

"Aren't you feeling better? If you're not sick, don't lie on the ground." Zhang Qian urged.

Hearing this, the waiter didn't dare to think too much, and hurriedly got up from the ground, "I'm not sick anymore. Thank you, guest officer, for helping me."

But even though the person stood up, its expression was still a little distorted, and its two small eyes were almost squeezed together.

Everywhere on his body felt like his muscles and bones were broken, and there was a tearing pain. Even moving was a big problem.

But the strange thing is that there is no blood on the body. If you look closely, it looks like the left hand. You can't even find the wound.

The waiter was confused, maybe the feeling just now was just an illusion?
But whether it was a hallucination or not, it didn't affect its determination to be obedient. At least it didn't want to experience that feeling again.

(End of this chapter)