Mysterious Resurrection: I am practicing magic in troubled times

A skinny arm stretched out halfway from the black curtain, and a few branch-like fingers were clasped into the bowl, about to drag the porcelain bowl into the darkness.

The other withered hands around it had already turned into black shadows and disappeared, and only this arm was fixed by Zhang Qianyong's mind, so it was frozen here and unable to leave.

Obviously, the ghost restaurant couldn't make the dishes disappear directly, so it chose to react with these arms to do the job.

"Now it is certain that the role of notebooks is not just as simple as counting and restraining employees."

Zhang Qian was quite satisfied with the results of this attempt.

The most important question has been verified. The content written on the notebook is valid for the entire branch. Regardless of "people" or "things", all instructions written above need to be followed.

It's just that the way he obeys the instructions seems to be uncontrollable. Zhang Qian clearly asked for the bowl to "disappear", but what the ghost restaurant did was to "take away" the bowl.

Although he did disappear from Zhang Qian's sight in the end.

Looking at the arm frozen in front of him, Zhang Qian also felt a little strange.

Unexpectedly, in addition to the store manager, this notebook can also control these skinny arms, and even let them act as servants to clean the table.

I just don’t know the authority of the two parties. Which side is higher?

As soon as the idea came to him, Zhang Qian immediately started his own attempt.

The instructions from the notebook didn't require much attention, so he started trying to control his arms to put the bowl back on the table.

But can't.

No matter how hard he tried, the most he could do was keep his arm frozen in place.

It seemed that they were stuck in a confrontational stalemate, but Zhang Qian had no real sense of confrontation at all.

After all, they say they have to work hard, but these withered hands are not like ghost hands that can move their fingers like arms and legs, but more like they are being controlled.

Zhang Qian just gave the orders in his mind, without a real sense of control, and no way to control them specifically.

"So the two control methods seem to be similar? It's just that one is thought in the mind, and the other needs to be written out with a pen."

After all, they are all products of ghost restaurants, which is not difficult to understand.

So will there be a difference between the two types of permissions?
Before Zhang Qian could think more, the writing on the notebook suddenly began to become blurry.

The ink marks were still flickering, as if they might dissipate at any time.

Clearly, the two conflicting orders were about to decide the winner.

next moment.

The instruction on the notebook to make the dishes disappear suddenly disappeared, but at this moment, the withered hand had dragged the porcelain bowl back into the darkness and disappeared.

The notebook won.

"The disappearance of the order is not because of insufficient priority, but because the order has been completed..." Zhang Qian murmured.

Looking at it this way, the notebook's authority in the ghost restaurant is obviously greater than that of the store manager himself. Even the store manager's ability to control dead hands might have been stolen from the notebook.

Then Zhang Qian noticed the difference between the two instructions before and after. The latter one had disappeared, but the former one still remained.

"That is to say, the command [send me away] has not been executed. Is it because it can't be done or..."

Anyway, he had enough ink and paper, and with the mentality that there was nothing to lose if he tried, Zhang Qian planned to try it with various commands.

"Since sending me away won't work, how about giving me an exit to leave?"

Thinking of this, Zhang Qian wrote the order on the second line.

[Open the passage to the outside world]

I didn't have much hope at first, but the moment I stopped writing, the handwriting started to flicker.It's just that the frequency of the flashing seems too fast, almost like a stream of light, far exceeding the instruction to put the plate and disappear just now.

The last command flashed because it was blocked by Zhang Qian.

"The resistance encountered this time is greater, but it's just an exit, isn't it?"

Zhang Qian examined this order and suddenly found something wrong, "Could it be that the outside is understood to be outside the ghost ship? It is indeed a bit difficult to open the door."

After all, even the main store can't do such a thing. It's just a branch, so let's save it.

After finding the possible problem, Zhang Qian canceled the previous instruction, modified it slightly, and wrote a more complete instruction.

[Open the passage from the dining area to the ghost ship that allows me to pass safely]

"This should be no problem, right?" Zhang Qian said to himself.

Before he could put away his pen, a portal suddenly opened beside him.

"crunch-"

A simple door opened on the black screen, but the strange thing is that this door only has a door panel and no door frame.

Looking back, it seems that it is the same portal that connects the dining area and the rest area?
The crack in the slightly open door was not as dark as before, but there was a faint red light coming through the crack.

"The exit seems to have been found."

The efficiency this time is surprisingly high...

"I opened the exit, do you want to leave together?"

Although he knew the approximate outcome, Zhang Qian still symbolically invited the waiter.

"No, no, please do as you please and don't worry about me."

The waiter repeatedly declined Zhang Qian's kindness, fearing that he would be forcibly pulled over because of a little hesitation.

It's not a masochist, but it has no interest in being around a pervert who has the ability to crush him and beat him up on a whim.

Even if Zhang Qian threatened death, Xiaoer...well...if it was really going to die, it would probably still choose to follow Zhang Qian.

Fortunately, Zhang Qian didn't mean to force him. This piece of trash wouldn't do much good, and it would be a hindrance if he had it with him. The help was far less than the possible threat.

It's better to let it lie here.

After making up his mind, Zhang Qianye packed his luggage and walked towards the door without saying anything else.

"Then we'll see you again."

The two ghost hands fell off Xiaoer's face in response, but he still didn't dare to open his eyes immediately.

After waiting for a moment, he dared to open a gap between his eyelids and quietly looked in the direction where the sound had just come from.

"Finally gone..."

Looking at the departing figure, Xiao Er was so excited that he wanted to cry.

Goodbye means never seeing him again. He never wants to meet that scary guy again in his life.

But now that Zhang Qian has become the store manager, he might come back at any time. Wouldn't he be in trouble again?
Otherwise... just run away?
Looking at the door that had not disappeared because of Zhang Qian's departure, Xiao Er suddenly had a bold idea.

All the dishes in stock have been eaten. There seems to be no fun in staying here with neither food to eat nor customers to attract.

Rather than stay here and wait for death, it is better to sneak out quietly and find the boss to file a lawsuit.

(End of this chapter)