Mysterious Resurrection: I am practicing magic in troubled times

Finally, he took a quick look around.

After confirming that there was no other exit, Zhang Qian walked towards the gap surrounded by bookshelves.

However, the passage after the gap is not long, and it is blocked by a bookshelf only four or five meters away.

Instead, there are some other gaps, or forks, on both sides of the passage.

"It's more like a maze than a library..."

Whose library would be designed like this? Aren't you afraid that passengers would come in to pick up a book and then get lost?

Zhang Qian sighed silently. If he was outside, he could just bulldoze his way out, but on the ghost ship, especially in such a weird environment, Zhang Qian didn't intend to be so reckless.

Although there was no sound around, it felt like this place was not as peaceful as it looked.

There will be various tenants in the rooms, audiences and singers in the concert hall, but what will be in the library?
  Reader or librarian?
  No matter what it is, if you can help it, don't provoke it.

"But walking the maze... I don't seem to have much experience."

Zhang Qian touched his chin and hesitated. He had never had a similar experience in his life. Although he had been dealing with ghosts recently, he basically spoke with his fists.

Well...it's not possible to keep consuming it, so let's go in and take a look first.

After thinking for a moment, Zhang Qian finally moved.

But before that, he had already taken out the gold pistol.

Although there are no bullets in the gun now and it is basically broken, Zhang Qian originally did not intend to rely on it to deal with the evil ghost, but just wanted to use it as a mark.

"If I use clothes, I might be affected by something, and in the end it might even stun me. Using gold during the day should have a much better effect."

A gun is definitely not enough to mark, but it can be broken into many parts.

Thinking of this, Zhang Qian put the wooden stick on his waist and grabbed the golden sand eagle with his free hands.

Then his hands began to exert force, and his fingertips slowly sank into the gold.

Psychic powers cannot affect gold, but pure power can.

Zhang Qian was very strong now, not to mention that the texture of gold was already soft, so he grabbed a small piece of gold from the gun body without much effort.

After bending slightly and throwing it under the bookshelf on the right, Zhang Qian nodded with satisfaction.

"If you get lost, you can follow these golden paths to return. And even if I can't use them, if the puppet sees them, they can still follow them according to the marks."

As for whether these marks will be used by evil ghosts...

If the evil ghost in the library is really conscious, he can be easily tricked without these things.

After everything that needed to be done was done, Zhang Qian stopped delaying and started heading deeper into the library.

There are four forked roads in the small passage in front of this gap, one to the left and three to the right. There is no pattern at all.

Zhang Qian thought for a while, then turned around and walked into the first fork on the right.

I don't know where I saw it. If you enter the maze by mistake, just keep walking to the right.

Although he didn't know the specific principle, Zhang Qian chose to believe in science.

Moving forward silently.

Deliberately stepping lightly on the carpet made no sound. Even the sound of breathing was suppressed by Zhang Qian. The dull heartbeat in the quiet space of the library was clearly visible.    The layout of this place is strange.

The ceiling above the head is obviously seven or eight meters high, but the distance between the two bookshelves is very narrow.

The width of the aisle is not certain. At its widest, it is only half a meter. At its narrowest, Zhang Qian's shoulders can even brush against the bookshelves on both sides.

The cramped space makes people want to escape, and the claustrophobic feeling it brings is even stronger than that of the aisle.

The environment here is not considered dark. The white light coming from nowhere is enough to illuminate the passage surrounded by bookshelves, but each fork reveals an unspeakable weirdness, as if you will encounter some dangerous existence around the next corner.

Fortunately, Zhang Qian was also a person who had seen strong winds and waves, and he carried out the decision he had made before with an expressionless face.

When you encounter a fork in the road, turn right, and when you encounter a dead end, turn around. Anyway, keep walking against the wall on the right.

At the same time, he did not forget to leave a mark. Whenever he turned a fork in the road, he would grab a small piece of gold and throw it under the bookshelf.

"There are really no duplicates among the books around, but the content is not much different." Zhang Qian looked away silently, looked at the dead end in front of him, turned around and left.

After all, this is a library, so he has been observing the books on the shelves in order to find some clues.

It's a pity that the names of the books are quite different. They are basically supernatural legends from a certain place or a certain year.

Perhaps this place is more like an archive than a library, because the types of books in it are too single, basically just records, and not biographies or poetry like ordinary libraries.

"It's a pity. I thought I could find some way to cultivate immortality." Zhang Qian felt a little depressed.

Although he had not yet fully understood the secrets given to him by his seniors, it was not a bad thing to learn more techniques. After all, he was now equivalent to a blank slate monk who did not know any spells and could only use force to overwhelm others.

If it weren't for the fact that the quantity and quality of the true energy were high enough, it might not be so easy to deal with the evil ghosts and the ghost masters.

However, this trip to the ghost ship gave him a lot of inspiration. If he could get out alive, his combat power would probably increase.

Just as I was thinking about it, I had already returned to the entrance of the dead end.

Bending down to pick up the gold particles on the ground, Zhang Qian continued to move forward against the wall on the right.

I do not know how long it has been.

There is not much left in the golden sand eagle in hand, the gold part has basically been torn off, and the rest are some non-gold materials.

Although there is still half a magazine that can be used, it seems that there is no need for it now.

Looking at the familiar thing on the ground, Zhang Qian's eyelids twitched and he said sadly, "This time, science has failed."

Using gold as a mark and adopting some small remedies found online, Zhang Qian has tried his best.

Although he didn't want to admit it, the gold that had been placed on the ground a long time ago told him plainly that he had lost his way.

"Hmm...should I say it's not that simple after all?"

With a sigh, Zhang Qian put away the pistol.

Fortunately, he had already speculated about this situation, that is, he was just suspected of getting lost, so it was not a big problem.

Flexing his wrists, Zhang Qian didn't bother to take any more detours and walked straight to the bookshelf in front of him.

Since the "scientific" method doesn't work, don't blame him for trying the "barbaric" method. (End of chapter)