Mysterious Resurrection: I am practicing magic in troubled times

"I..." The waiter opened his mouth, wanting to ask why he told you.

It cannot be said that they have a good relationship, it can only be said that they have a one-sided feud.

If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't beat him, the waiter would definitely jump up and slap Zhang Qianji to relieve his anger.

However, the crux of the problem is that it cannot be defeated...

After considering the strength gap between itself and Zhang Qian, it gave up this unwise idea.

After all, although it is a bit greedy and greedy for money now, it is still the waiter who is greedy for life and afraid of death, and will not do anything that is the same as seeking death.

Looking up at Zhang Qian looking for the voice, the waiter hesitated for a moment and said honestly, "I don't know, your situation is really rare. At least as far as I know, there is no other one, so there is no example to refer to. .”

The hoarse and strange voice seemed to be mocking something, but Zhang Qian could feel that this guy was not lying.

I feel so uncomfortable...

I thought I could leave just by returning to the dining area, but it still didn’t work?

But the deal with the ghost restaurant has been completed, so there is no reason to continue to stay here.

"How did the previous guests leave?" Zhang Qian asked.

The waiter was silent for a moment, seeming to be thinking about something. After a while, he replied, "It's also unclear. Usually it disappears automatically after paying, or it may be kidnapped by a ghost restaurant without paying. I don't know the specific principle. Know."

Whether you are a store manager or an ordinary clerk, you are just a part-time worker in a ghost restaurant, and you have no understanding of the operating mechanism.

As for the question raised by Zhang Qian, I am afraid that the founder of the ghost restaurant must come in person to answer it. It is not something that a fringe figure like Xiao Er can answer.

"You don't know?" Zhang Qian glanced at the waiter, then turned and walked towards the only light.

Since the waiter doesn't know the answers to these questions, he can only try to find them by himself.

The long table under the light looked a bit messy, and unknown soup spilled onto the tablecloth, staining it with colorful patches.

Some empty bowls were also randomly discarded on the table, and food residues could still be seen inside.

Perhaps due to a lack of staff, the place had clearly not been tidied up and organized.

Picking up the bill placed in front of the seat, Zhang Qian suddenly seemed to remember something and asked, "Where do these dishes come from, and what are the arms serving them?" .”

Just as the waiter was about to speak, Zhang Qian reminded him first, "Don't forget your experience in the rest area. Even if you are a ghost now, it won't have any impact on me. Instead, I don't have to worry about accidentally killing you." . So you’d better think it through before answering. If you still can’t remember, I’ll help you recall it.”

Immediately afterwards, the two ghost hands lying on the waiter's face began to exert force in cooperation. The black nails were deeply embedded in the skinny skin, and the huge force on the fingers squeezed the waiter's bones and rattled.

Zhang Qian could also tell that this guy seemed to have some ulterior motives. He was far less honest than the waiter in the rest area. If he was not deterred, he might not have the intention to cooperate well.Maybe the supernatural has gone to its head, or maybe it's the nature of the evil ghost?
After all, dolls with the body of a ghost often become strange. It should be difficult for a weaker person like Xiaoer to maintain himself under the influence of a ghost.

Xiao Er's throat rolled, and he slowly said, "Those things... are not my own abilities. Now, except that my strength has become stronger and my appetite has become a bit scary, I am not like the ghost controllers who have strange abilities. Weird ability."

"These are all abilities that come with ghost restaurants, but the store manager can slightly control them to complete actions such as serving food or intimidation."

Maybe the threat worked. The waiter was very detailed and had no intention of hiding anything.

Zhang Qian was a little curious after hearing this and asked, "Can you control those withered arms? In addition, does the store manager have other permissions? How to use them?"

Will permission to leave the rest area be included?
The waiter just shook his head when he heard this, "Because of that damn guy, I didn't have any chance to get familiar with the convenience brought by the position of store manager, and naturally I didn't know more permissions."

"As for why those arms are controlled by me, I feel that it is more like an instinct, just a thought, and they move on their own."

After all, no customers have appeared in decades, so the waiter has barely been to the dining area a few times, and there is no chance to explore at all.

Last time, thanks to Zhang Qian, it managed to come and almost strangled itself to death.Therefore, we can only leave here first in order to slowly digest it with the human body, without having time to explore the surrounding environment.

In other words, although the waiter has been a store manager for decades, he is no different from Zhang Qian, a newcomer, in many aspects, and he does not know any more information or clues at all.

"Can you do it just by thinking about it? This is too unscientific." Zhang Qian complained, and then waved towards the darkness not far away.

soon.

An arm passed silently through the junction of light and darkness, hovering quietly above the dining table.

Zhang Qian was not surprised. After all, there was no reason why he couldn't do things that the waiter could do.

It's just that it's not accurate to say that this arm is under my control, because there is no extra supernatural power in the body, and there is no feeling of contact with a ghost.

"Aren't you under my control and just obeying the identity of the store manager?" Zhang Qian said thoughtfully.

The arm in front of me looks no different from the one summoned by Xiao Er. It looks like a mummy that has been dried for decades. It is as thin as a brown stick and is as thin as Xiao Er's own arm.

Curiously, I walked around the back of the arm, but couldn't find where the arm came from. It was as if a door had been opened in the space with only enough room for the arm to go with it, allowing the arm to suddenly float in the air. .

A ghost hand on the ground trembled. Under Zhang Qian's order, he ended the hang-up, slowly climbed onto the dining table and then jumped up, wanting to jump on the skinny arm to test the depth.

After all, it is an unknown thing. Zhang Qian doesn't dare to experiment on himself. It is undoubtedly more appropriate to let the ghost hand who can refill the cup take action.

However, the moment the ghost hand had just put it on the withered hand, the motionless arm suddenly shot up, flipped around and pinched the ghost hand in his hand, and then slapped it hard on the table.

"Bang!" (End of Chapter)