Mysterious Resurrection: I am practicing magic in troubled times

Xu Zheng and Feng Quan looked at each other, shrugged helplessly and walked towards the pickup truck.

How should I put it, Ye Zhen is extremely powerful and can even be called the strongest group of ghost controllers they have ever encountered, but this person always feels like there is something wrong with him.

Just a second grader? But Ye Zhen is not young anymore, so it won’t be...

I can't understand, or are all strong people like this?

Throwing the woven bag into the trunk and putting it away, Feng Quan sat back in the driver's seat and looked at Xu Zheng: "The trunk is almost full, and there are not many containers to hold the ghosts. Where are we going now? We are going back to the headquarters to clean up. Inventory, or continue to look for ghosts?"

"Let me see if there is any order from the command center. If there is no order yet, go back and get a new container."

Xu Zheng touched his pocket and took out a page of old and yellowed paper.

[Near Dadong Stadium...]

[There is a supernatural fluctuation near Fuyuan Building. It is estimated to be a C-level ghost. The approximate location is at the junction of the gate intersection]

[Near the mouth of Hui'an River...]

"Three new locations have been added."

Xu Zheng read the contents on the paper, then looked at a few people and suggested, "We are not far from the Fuyuan Building. Why don't we go there first? After solving it, we can return to the headquarters."

"C-level again? Can we have some difficult targets?" Ye Zhen, with his arms crossed, shook his head dissatisfied.

Then his arms shook, and the sword hanging on his waist automatically detached itself, and after a few turns, it landed lightly on his hand.

"Chong-"

After a burst of metal neighing, the edge of the cold sword was half exposed, and the smooth blade reflected Ye Zhen's piercing eyes.

"Hmph, this sword of mine is thirsty for the blood of my enemies. Unfortunately, these enemies are too boring to even let me draw the sword. I think that B-level ghost is pretty good, and can barely warm me up."

"..."

Listening to Ye Zhen's speech, Feng Quan's eyelids twitched and he felt a pain in his balls.

He could clearly feel that the "sword" in Ye Zhen's hand had no supernatural aura at all, and even judging from the friction sound, it was just a prop.

This thing is not as strong as Ye Zhen's own fist. It would be difficult to stab someone to death. If you use it to stab a ghost, it will probably break immediately.

So is it just a joke...?

Looking at the expressions of the other two people in the car, he saw that they were also speechless for a moment. Feng Quan had no choice but to take the initiative to answer: "This is the only one closest to us. If we go around the original route, it will probably be solved by others before we get there." ”

"Anyway, there won't be only these few fierce ghosts. How about getting rid of this C-level one first this time, and wait for the next wave to choose a stronger one?"

After listening to Feng Quan's explanation, Ye Zhen did not refute. He just frowned and sheathed his sword with an unhappy look on his face: "Then let's go to the Fuyuan Building first."

He was just a little bit confused, not completely incapable of listening.

And Ye Zhen himself had a better idea.

It's just a C-level ghost. It won't take too much time. It should be enough to deal with it first and then go find the B-level one.

Please be a little more serious, otherwise some guys may still not be able to recognize their own strength and status.

"No problem." Xu Zheng finally breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this, "Let's set off immediately without further ado. If nothing else happens, we will have about three to four minutes to go."

Then he held the yellowed paper with both hands, and with a thought, twisted handwriting suddenly appeared.

[This is the seventh group Xu Zheng, we are closer to Fuyuan Building and will arrive in about 3 minutes] [The seventh group Xu Zheng, received]

"It's a pretty average ability, but it's surprisingly useful in such an environment." Feng Quan started the car and talked while driving.

Xu Zheng put the page away before nodding, "It's useless against evil spirits, but it's definitely qualified as a communication tool."

He even felt that Zhu Fan's Ghost Notes were much more useful than his two wastes. The information they conveyed was not only immune to interference from supernatural beings and distances, but also cost less for the user.

At least in this incident, Zhu Fan's contribution could not be compared to that of himself.

After all, ever since Xu Zheng found out that he couldn't intervene, Guituiren had been sent to shut up in the bed of a pickup truck. Apart from watching the containers so that they didn't fall, there was almost no use.

"I don't know if it has any other functions. If it can only communicate with the separated paper, then the actual combat ability of the ghost note is the weakest ghost I have ever seen." Feng Quandao.

After traveling around for so long, Feng Quan has encountered many ghost masters and ghosts, but none of them were so biased.

He even doubted whether the Ghost Note could easily kill ordinary people.

Xu Zheng nodded: "Maybe, but the main body is not in our hands. It is difficult to see anything abnormal from this page alone."

"Show it to me." Yue Linhai in the back row suddenly interrupted.

Xu Zheng hesitated: "This thing is still useful..."

He would definitely not be able to defeat him, but Yue Linhai had a history of borrowing ghost candles and not returning them. Although he later promised Zhang Qian a supernatural item, he was unable to fulfill it.

Right now, I have to rely on the paper in this notebook as a guide. If I lose it, I'm afraid it won't be easy to deal with.

"That's it." Yue Linhai suddenly sat back again.

Just when Xu Zheng thought he had given up, he saw Ye Zhen, who had been squinting his eyes and taking a nap, suddenly stood up and looked at Yue Linhai curiously: "How did you do that?"

A piece of yellowed cardboard suddenly appeared on Yue Linhai's left hand, which was empty just now.

Ye Zhen was very sure that he was not distracted. Even though he was resting, he could not hide any changes in the space in the car.

Are you moving too fast beyond your perception limit?

"Are you interested in competing with me?" Ye Zhen suddenly asked seriously.

Although Yue Linhai's strength may be beyond imagination, that's what makes it interesting, right?

If he didn't have no choice, Ye Zhen actually didn't want to keep fighting in the fish pond game.

However, Yue Linhai smiled and waved his hand, "Forget it, a little trick won't make a difference. If you really want to compete, it's better to go to Wang Chaling. His strength must match your wishes."

"I hope." Ye Zhen's eyes were burning, burning with fighting spirit like a light bulb, "If that Wang Chaling can't make me happy..."

Yue Linhai interrupted: "I will definitely not let you down."

"Humph."

Ye Zhen, who didn't say the harsh words, was a little unhappy. Holding his sword, he retracted into the corner and continued to rest.

Looking at him, Yue Linhai felt a little funny.

On top of the first and second generations of the Wang family, Ye Zhen might be labeled as autistic, right? (End of chapter)