Mysterious Resurrection: I am practicing magic in troubled times

The waiter who entered the dining area seemed to have undergone some strange changes. He was no longer as obedient as before, and even wanted to escape from Zhang Qian's clutches.

And the ghost hand really can't stop it. If it can be stronger, it may be able to survive.

"Such a situation really happened..." Zhang Qian was dumbfounded.

The waiter said before that after entering the dining area, it will transform into a vicious ghost, which will affect not only the body but also the psychology.

Zhang Qian would naturally not forget such an important thing, and was even waiting for the waiter to bring it up.

But until it entered the dining area, it was not mentioned. I don’t know if it was forgotten or if it had ulterior motives.

If he hadn't been careful before, I might have let this guy take the opportunity to run away.

Although arranging ghost hands to follow is for experimentation, it also means to add a layer of protection.

If Xiao Er really wants to hide in with Ghost Hand, then Ghost Hand will naturally not let it go. At the same time, Zhang Qian can also detect abnormal situations in time.

"Can't you even fight against a ghost hand?"

Zhang Qian shook his head, and then grabbed the waiter's shaking arm.

Whether it missed this matter or really had other ideas, it didn't make much difference to me.

Anyway, it can be solved easily.

Even with a little exertion, the true energy didn't even have time to be put to use. Just pure strength had already suppressed the momentum of Xiao Er's struggle.

I don't know if it's because the process of transforming into a fierce ghost is not complete, or because Xiaoer himself is too weak, and turning into a fierce ghost is not a benefit.

Soon, the waiter's right hand, which was almost submerged in the wall, slowly emerged from the wall.

The huge force made the bones crack, but Xiao Er's body showed no tendency to retreat. Instead, he kept shaking his body.

It seemed like it wanted to tear off its own arm and use it to gain a chance to escape.

Zhang Qian naturally wouldn't let it go as he wished, and hazy Qi emerged on his palm.

An inexplicable suppressive force appeared, and the waiter's resistance instantly decreased a lot.

But it is reduced, not non-existent.

And according to Xiao Er's supernatural strength, Zhenqi should be able to easily suppress it.

"This wall can not only isolate the physical ghost hands, but also invisible supernatural forces cannot pass through?" Zhang Qian asked in surprise.

The true energy cannot suppress the entire ghost at the same time. It can only affect the inner part by suppressing the small part of the body on the outside.

Fortunately, this little influence is enough for Zhang Qian.

He looked at the waiter's weakness and gave it a sharp tug, pulling it back from the wall.

"Oh!"

The huge force not only pulled the waiter out, but also dragged him sliding on the ground for a distance, and did not stop until he hit the pile of tables and chairs.

Several stools stacked unsteadily hit the waiter on the head, making him dizzy and dizzy.

But it didn't have time to check its own situation. As soon as its legs bent, it knelt down and admitted its mistake, "I won't dare to do it anymore, little one!"

There is no way, now there is a way to get out. To put it bluntly, it has no use value for Zhang Qian. It is not impossible to kill someone if it doesn't go his way.

Xiao Er also knew that what he had just done was tantamount to seeking death, but he couldn't control himself.

Fortunately, Zhang Qian didn't mean to embarrass it, and casually supported its body as it wanted to kneel down. "It's not necessary. The influence of supernatural beings is really scary. Not everyone can control it."

"Some ghost masters I know don't even know that they are about to lose control. It's good that you can realize this." The most important thing is that this accident did not cause any damage to Zhang Qian. The only injured person was probably The waiter's shoulders and head.

This attempt failed, so the idea of ​​trying to muddle through might not work either.

The other ghost hand also failed to find any clues. Although he had not explored all the areas, Zhang Qian no longer had any hope.

"Then there is only one way left to go..." Zhang Qian murmured.

Now that other possibilities have been ruled out, there is no reason for further delay.

Anyway, if you want to go out, you have to take this road sooner or later. Rather than delaying, it is better to make a quick decision.

But exactly how to do it is not yet certain.

Zhang Qian first pressed the waiter on the chair, and then placed the notebook in front of the waiter, "You said that you can become the store manager by writing your name. How should you write it? What should you do with your name?"

"We have to find the pen first." Xiao Er grinned.

Damn, my butt is hurting again.

Although he was a little surprised why the waiter's expression was so strange, Zhang Qian still followed its guidance and went to the side to rummage through the pile of debris.

The tables, chairs and benches at the top were thrown aside, and soon a dark brown writing brush was seen.

However, the tip of this brush is a bit frayed, and it can be clearly seen that the owner of this thing does not cherish it very much.

After walking quickly back to the dining table, Zhang Qian asked with a brush in hand: "I found it, what should I do next? Do I need ink?"

"No ink is needed, just write normally. Only this pen can write in this notebook, other pens will have no effect."

The waiter took the brush from Zhang Qian's hand and planned to demonstrate it for him.

"But there can only be one store manager, so you have to cross me out before writing your name."

As it spoke, it lightly drew the words "Niu Xiaoer" with the tip of its pen, and an even line of ink suddenly appeared, cutting the words in half.

After looking around carefully, Zhang Qian didn't find anything special.

It was still quiet inside the restaurant, and the waiter didn't seem to have changed much.

It seems that the so-called store manager is just a labor leader, and is completely dispensable to this ghost restaurant.

"All right."

The waiter gave up his seat and explained, "You have to write the clerk's name yourself. I can't help."

"The person written in the store manager's row is the store manager, and everyone else is the store clerk."

Just write a name, but it always feels a bit too hasty.

Zhang Qian muttered in his heart, but followed the waiter's prompts.

The seemingly rough brush turned out to be surprisingly easy to use. With just a few strokes, the word "Zhang Qian" was completed.

It's a bit ugly, and it's still a simple character, but it shouldn't have much impact.

Because as soon as Zhang Qian raised his head, he saw that there was suddenly a door frame on the wall that had no gaps in it.

There was no door panel on the door frame, and there was only a dark hole inside, leading to the unknown dining area.

(End of this chapter)