Mysterious Resurrection: I am practicing magic in troubled times

"squeak--"

After a harsh grinding sound, the high-speed pickup truck wiped a black mark on the ground and finally stopped.

But before the car was stable, Ye Zhen, who was sitting on the left side of the back seat, couldn't wait to open the door and quickly walked forward with three steps at a time.

Not far from the pickup truck, a disheveled figure was standing blankly in the middle of the road, seemingly unaware of the noise around him.

Obviously, this evil ghost's killing pattern has not been triggered yet, and it is not the type that likes to wander around.

If you're careful, you might be able to easily imprison it with gold without even having to fight.

But who is Ye Zhen?
  He doesn't care about the rules of killing or not. Whether this evil ghost moves or doesn't move, it is just a sandbag to Ye Zhen.

The few people sitting in the car were not worried that Ye Zhen would miss. Only Feng Quan took the initiative to open the car door: "I'll go take a look, but don't get out of the car."

Then he walked to the trunk of the pickup truck.

Of course, he didn't come down to help. He mainly wanted to prepare the detention container in advance to save time.

"They are all pretending to be evil..." Feng Quan looked at the gold utensils in the trunk and felt a little headache.

The remaining container is not quite large enough to contain such a humanoid ghost...

"What about things?"

Feng Quan was startled by the sudden voice in his ears. When he turned around, he saw that Ye Zhen had already stood behind the pickup truck.

As for the fierce ghost blocking the road, one of its feet was caught in Ye Zhen's hand. It seemed that it had been dragged all the way over there, and there were long blood stains on the ground.

Gently stroking the beauty to suppress his wildly beating eyelids, Feng Quan took out a small box: "This is already the largest container. It seems that it can't fit in. How about moving the previous ghosts to another place?"

"Trouble." Ye Zhen curled his lips.

Then he grabbed the box from Feng Quan's hand, grabbed Li Gui's long hair with his left hand and started stuffing it inside.

It seemed that because the action was too rough, the ghost's limbs began to twitch unconsciously again, but in the end it was indeed another iron fist from Ye Zhen.

"be honest!"

Feng Quan walked down from the carriage silently, not daring to say a word.

He was afraid that Ye Zhen would give him a bone-shrinking set meal to try on a whim.

As soon as the car door closed, there was a beating sound from behind.

The ping-pong-pang-pong seemed to be forging iron, and there was also the sound of some kind of juice splashing, which made the people in the front row feel queasy.

I'm afraid this Ye has some kind of mental illness...

Xu Zheng complained in his mind, but found through the rearview mirror that Ye Zhen had walked over, so he quickly tightened his expression and pretended to be concentrating on driving.

"Oh!"

After closing the car door, Ye Zhen was not affected by what just happened at all. Instead, he urged excitedly: "Quick, quick, go to that B-level ghost and don't let others snatch my head."

The car had already started, but Yue Linhai frowned and looked at the figure standing outside the window.

The surrounding scenes were still frozen, the flowing mist was stagnant, and Ye Zhen's hands wiping the blood were frozen in mid-air...

But the figure outside the car window was not affected, and instead approached here step by step.

"Jingle Bell--"

The crisp sound of wind chimes rang, and Xiao Yue Linhai's frown deepened.

Opening the car door, he looked at the bone bell with a somewhat surprised expression: "You were actually awakened by this thing. I thought you would never wake up." Wang Tao, who was staring at him, smiled awkwardly and silently He raised the portrait in his hand and covered his face.

When you big guys fight, don't bring me as a bastard.

"Is it enough?"

A hoarse voice sounded, but no one at the scene spoke. The only one who opened his mouth was the portrait in Wang Tao's hand.

Half a ghost face and half a human face were mixed together, but the expression was equally cold, and his numb eyes were staring straight at the young man not far away.

"Haha, this old immortal actually climbed out of the coffin again." Xiao Linhai pushed his eyes and faced him without fear.

Yue Linhai's expression didn't change much: "If this hadn't happened, I would have been dead by now."

For him, living is just a kind of pain now. The supernatural is eroding his consciousness all the time, and it is difficult to stay sane.

If Luo Wensong hadn't corrected him in time, he might have gone astray.

"If you want to die so much, then go die. Give me all your power. I can still deal with the ghost ship." Xiao Linhai stopped and his eyes were exactly level with Yue Linhai.

Yue Linhai calmly looked at the man in front of him who looked exactly like him when he was young, and said calmly: "If you have the ability, I would like to let go."

I have to say that the posture of this body in Xiao Linhai's hands is indeed better, but unfortunately, it is just a look.

"Haha." Xiao Linhai sneered twice, noncommittal.

The air around him gradually became thicker. As an outsider, Wang Tao could only stare at his feet and try not to think too much.

Today's experience was too magical for him. He still doesn't know where he got the courage to go deep into that haunted house and then follow the guidance of a portrait to get here.

This world is probably crazy, right?
  Sighing silently, Wang Tao felt a little depressed.

As a result, a huge force suddenly came from his hand, and with a sudden tug, the portrait was snatched away.

"!?"

When he looked up, he saw that it was indeed the ordinary young man who had done it.

At this moment, Xiao Lin Haizheng was holding the portrait with one hand, watching the figures inside disappear little by little.

At the same time, his voice gradually became lower, "Let me tell you first, I am not afraid of you, I just don't want to clean up the mess you left. You yourself..."

The sound became smaller and smaller until finally it disappeared.

"Crack."

The picture frame slipped from my hand and fell to the ground, shattering the glass above it.

A photo was exposed to the air, but only a blank background remained on it, and the terrifying face could no longer be seen.

Wang Tao stared at what was happening in front of him with some horror, and couldn't help but take a step back.

But he saw that the body that was just like a young man was aging rapidly.

The skin gradually relaxes, the muscles gradually disappear, and the spine gradually becomes rickety...

Not only that, the left half of the body began to rot, and the exposed skin was eroded with holes, and no blood flowed out of the brown, shriveled muscles.

Even though he had seen this face on the portrait, Wang Tao still felt extremely scared when he came face to face.

Fortunately, this person had no intention of talking to him.

Yue Linhai just glanced at Wang Tao, and the next moment, he suddenly disappeared. (End of chapter)