Mysterious Resurrection: I am practicing magic in troubled times

Countless dark wooden doors resemble tombstones, standing messily in a pure white space.

In the strange and silent environment, there are several inconspicuous figures standing opposite each other.

Yue Linhai, who had a pensive look on his face just now, suddenly raised his eyes and said in a deep voice: "I found it..."

Zhang Qian blinked: "Xiao Linhai? You have already shared half of your strength. Will it be a bit troublesome to face him?"

Of course, Zhang Qian is not worried that Yue Linhai will lose. Even the same ability will definitely have different effects in the hands of different people. Yue Linhai has so much more experience than his older brother. If he can't beat him, he can basically commit suicide and apologize.

Just how long it will take is unknown.

Although supernatural confrontations are often quick, it is based on the disparity in the degree of terror between the two sides. If the two sides are of similar strength, it may be difficult to win or lose quickly.

"do not worry……"

Yue Linhai shook his head slightly, but Gu Jing Wubo's face suddenly showed a trace of ripples.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Qian looked at the centenarian man nervously.

Could it be that he was too old and got up to his waist during the confrontation? It would be fun if his own son fucked him down.

Despite Luo Wensong's strength, due to certain rules, only Yue Linhai was able to confront the captain in the first wave.

If things don't go well for him, the plan to deal with the captain may go a long way.

"No, I'm fine."

Yue Linhai's movements suddenly paused, then he gently raised his hand and adjusted the monocle on his face.

An indescribable feeling surged out of him. Although his appearance remained the same, still half-human and half-ghost, his aura had undergone earth-shaking changes.

Even Zhang Qian could clearly sense this change. The most obvious feature was that he could no longer feel the sense of crisis that Yue Linhai brought to him.

Maybe it’s due to his talent, or maybe it’s because the spirituality of a cultivator is stronger. In short, after many times of life and death training, Zhang Qian’s sixth sense has been continuously strengthened, and now it is comparable to a humanoid radar. When encountering ghost control The player can judge the strength of the ghost controller through the sense of crisis at the first moment.

But now, in his senses, Yue Linhai didn't have even the slightest hint of terror in him. It could even be said that his sixth sense couldn't detect this person at all.

If he couldn't still see the old man with his eyes, Zhang Qian would have doubted whether Yue Linhai suddenly disappeared.

Looking at Luo Wensong, who was also "unremarkable" next to him, Zhang Qian quickly knew what was going on.

The sense of crisis has not expired, but Yue Linhai's strength has improved and is no longer within the range of Zhang Qian's perception.

In fact, this should be said to be a normal situation.

Because a truly powerful ghost master who can survive for a long time must have a balanced and restrained supernatural power within his body.

Unless they wanted to, outsiders would not be able to tell that they were connected to the Ghost Society.

Only those newcomers who have just become ghost masters, or ghost masters who are close to recovery, will be unable to control the ghosts and leak supernatural information uncontrollably.

Yue Linhai's previous situation belonged to the second type, and his situation was even more serious. The puzzle he had worked hard on for many years was directly torn apart, and the mere leakage of his breath was the result of his proper control.

If it were an ordinary ghost controller, it would be better if he didn't resuscitate on the spot when encountering such a situation.     …”

Yue Linhai, who had regained his strength, made no other moves and just glanced at Luo Wensong thoughtfully.

An imperceptible light flashed across the glass of the monocle, and then an uncontrollable look of surprise appeared on his face full of vicissitudes of life.

"You... what's the situation?"

In Yue Linhai's sight, Luo Wensong's current situation looked particularly strange.

The whole person seemed to have melted and turned into a mass of thick black ink, but this mass of thick ink seemed to be conscious, gathering together to form a human figure.

Luo Wensong was not surprised that Yue Linhai could see through his body, but he still had no expression on his face. He just lifted his sleeves and showed the falling ink: "It's just a small sacrifice."

Luo Wensong just said an understatement, but it made Yue Linhai's pupils slightly dilate, "No wonder you don't care about Zhang Qian's path. So you..."

Such a change cannot but be shocking.

Yue Linhai never imagined that Luo Wensong, a conservative person who hated ghosts so much, would turn into such a non-human being.

Although he misunderstood one thing and regarded Luo Wensong in front of him as his real body, Luo Wensong's actual situation was almost as he predicted.

"This is the best I can do."

Luo Wensong shook his head slightly, then looked at Zhang Qian, "I became like this just to protect myself. After making many sacrifices, there is no possibility of further improvement."

"On the contrary, it is Zhang Qian who has real hope."

In fact, the ability of the Ghost Post Office is not very strong in Luo Wensong's eyes. After all, his personal strength has reached a peak, and it cannot be strengthened by a supernatural prop or a supernatural place.

The reason why we want to build such a place is not only to cultivate new people, but also because of the limitation of life span.

After all, even Yue Linhai is about to die of old age, and it is not easy for Luo Wensong, an older ghost controller, to survive until now.

The period of the Republic of China was very special, and the ghost controllers of that era were even more strange. They clearly had the power to destroy the world, but they had to be limited by their lifespan like ordinary people.

Most of the ghost masters did not die during the resurrection of the ghosts, but died at the end of their life span.

It seems contradictory, but it is actually understandable.

Because most of the ghost masters of that era were very "conservative", perhaps out of human self-esteem, or perhaps out of distrust of ghosts, in short, most of the ghost masters were not willing to let the supernatural become a part of their bodies.

Compared with today's ghost masters who either change their heads or hands, the people of that era retained the integrity of their bodies to the greatest extent.

Although this method reduces the risk of recovery, lifespan becomes the biggest limitation in the end.

The birth of the Ghost Post Office was Luo Wensong's impact on the limit of lifespan.

The administrator of the Ghost Post Office cannot leave the Ghost Post Office, but this extremely harsh restriction has brought about the extremely desirable temptation of eternal life.

As for whether such immortality is good or bad, only the administrator of the ghost post office knows. (End of chapter)