Mysterious Resurrection: I am practicing magic in troubled times

Perhaps it was because Luo Wensong was backing him, or because Yue Linhai was not a bad person at all. When faced with Zhang Qian's unkind attitude, instead of getting angry, he offered compensation.

As a well-known boss during the Republic of China, if the news that Yue Linhai bowed to a junior was spread, it might cause turmoil in the entire supernatural circle.

Of course, it's possible that there won't be such a big fuss. After all, everyone who knows Yue Linhai is probably about to die.

In any case, if it were another ghost controller, Yue Linhai's apology might last a lifetime.

It's a pity that the one standing here is Zhang Qian.

Hearing Yue Linhai's seemingly generous speech, Zhang Qian was not moved at all. Instead, he glanced at Yue Linhai with suspicion: "Are you sure you have any other collections you can give me?"

This time when Yue Linhai and Luo Wensong faced each other, the best outcome would be to escape, not to mention death. Zhang Qian didn't think that this big boss who was about to go on the run would still have a chance to give him any gifts.

When Yue Linhai heard this, his old face froze, and the smile he managed to squeeze out paused, and he looked at the silent Luo Wensong inquiringly.

"Since he is willing to give it to you, then go ahead and pick one. It would be a waste to keep it in his hands."

Luo Wensong nodded first, and then warned Zhang Qian, "But supernatural objects are only external objects after all. You should not rely too much on them. You still have to focus on your own strength."

"Although this old boy is a little confused, he is right about one thing. You are really special and have great potential, even..."

Halfway through his words, Luo Wensong paused again. He realized that he seemed to have said too much.

After all, Zhang Qian is still very young and his mind is not yet mature. If those burdens are placed on him too early, it may have a bad impact on his growth.

Besides, it is still too early to bring up such a thing as ending the supernatural.

After coming back to his senses, Luo Wensong casually shook off the ink seeping from his sleeves and said calmly: "I'm looking forward to the day when you grow up, but you don't have to be under too much pressure. Before that day comes, I will The old bones can still hold on for a while.”

too tired……

But in this era of drought, someone must stand up.

"Old Luo..."

Zhang Qian heard that Luo Wensong's voice seemed a little heavy.

But looking at the current world, and even the entire history of supernatural beings, Luo Wensong is undoubtedly one of the most powerful ghost controllers.

Big bosses of the Republic of China like Lian Yue Linhai and Xun Can, who were able to cause trouble to one side, still had no ability to fight back in front of Luo Wensong.

What is the reason that can make him show such emotions?

"Mr. Luo may not be able to hold on any longer." Zhang Qian guessed in his mind.

Death is a topic that everyone and every ghost master cannot escape.

As an old man over a hundred years old, Luo Wensong's condition was visibly poor, almost the same as a corpse.

He may even be a corpse now, but the ghost in his body is still maintaining his consciousness.

"Cough..." Yue Linhai coughed lightly, breaking the solemn atmosphere.

Seeing the two people's eyes moving over, he looked at Luo Wensong and said slowly: "It's not difficult for you to find my collection room, so I'll ask you to give me a ride and take care of the funeral arrangements."

It's embarrassing to say that this time when Yue Linhai climbed out of the coffin, he could say that he had not completed anything he wanted to do.

The ghost ship is still attacking the seal, Xiao Linhai is still living happily outside, and the supernatural beings in the ancient house are ready to move...

But now that Luo Wensong is here, he can die with peace of mind. Anyway, Luo Wensong is so strong that it is not easy to deal with these small things.

Yue Linhai paused for a moment and met Luo Wensong's eyes: "Let's do it."

"..."

Luo Wensong didn't say anything, and just looked at Yue Linhai, who wanted to abandon his son and run away.

His attitude was so obvious that Yue Linhai could read the disgust in his eyes.

After waiting for a moment, Yue Linhai said with some embarrassment: "You won't kill me?"

He still couldn't change his mind. After all, the image of the executioner who killed people without blinking was too deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

And Yue Linhai believed that the things he did, whether it was to kill Zhang Qian, who was suspected to be the successor, or to contradict Luo Wensong in person, each of them was enough to sentence Luo Wensong to death.

Seeing that the situation was a bit awkward, Zhang Qian intervened in time: "Don't act like you're explaining your funeral here. Why don't you resolve the matter between the ghost ship and your son? You don't expect Mr. Luo to come and help you." Wipe your ass?"

Mainly because Zhang Qian felt that Luo Wensong might not be able to do these two things.

After all, Luo Wensong's current state is very strange, and he seems to be unable to interfere in too many things. The only two times Zhang Qian knew about the timing of taking action were after sending the letter.

So although Luo Wensong was strong, he probably couldn't kill the ghost ship captain directly, otherwise Zhang Qian wouldn't have run to the ghost ship to deliver the message.

Hearing this, Yue Linhai nodded thoughtfully, "You think so too?"

"I said I would treat you decently." Luo Wensong said calmly.

But when he looked at Zhang Qian, there was a hint of approval in his eyes.

After all, youthful spirit, Luo Wensong did not use his brain in his youth.

He was just rushing all the way, and when he looked up again, he found that there was only one person in front of him.

However, Zhang Qian was able to deduce some clues about the ghost post office and conceal this information quietly, which still made Luo Wensong feel a little happy.

The ghost controller has always been unable to use his brain. Luo Wensong can go so far not only because of his excellent strength, but also because of the support of his teammates.

And Zhang Qian was born in this era, I am afraid that no one can walk side by side with him...

Yue Linhai didn't feel anything was wrong, but sighed: "You have really changed a lot..."

He also looked a little bit regretful about letting others clean up his own mess, and it didn't sound good if it was spread out.

It's just that Yue Linhai didn't expect Luo Wensong to be willing to estimate his own reputation, which really flattered him.

Luo Wensong said expressionlessly: "Why do you talk so much nonsense?"

Facing this late-night guy, he wasn't as patient as he was with Zhang Qian.

"It's just a chat, it won't delay anything."

In response to Luo Wensong's sarcastic words, Yue Linhai was not angry but a little happy, as if he saw the shadow of the executioner again, and felt that he had returned to the time when he was young.

I think back then when he...

Before Yue Linhai could continue to sigh, his face suddenly darkened: "I found it." (End of Chapter)