Mysterious Resurrection: I am practicing magic in troubled times

"Ugh..."

Under the huge bookshelf, Zhang Qian couldn't help covering his head and took half a step back.

He was still thinking about how to withdraw, but he didn't expect that just after Yue Linhai finished speaking, he was forcibly thrown out by the book before he could take any other action.

I don’t know how long it will take for Yue Linhai to arrive...

Zhang Qian thought as his left hand felt swollen after rubbing it.

He raised his eyes and glanced at the surrounding environment, and there seemed to be nothing different.

Surrounded by bookshelves that reached the ceiling, a few ghost hands lay quietly at the intersection, lazily moving their fingers from time to time.

"Where to go...huh?"

Zhang Qian was just thinking about where to go to wait for Yue Linhai, when he suddenly felt a strange feeling on his right hand.

The book titled "Chronicles of the Yue Family" underwent some strange changes at this moment. The dark book cover slowly faded, and there were some mottled marks on it.

If the book at the beginning still seemed a bit quaint and mysterious, now this book looks like an ordinary old book.

The supernatural power is disappearing. Can I only read a book once?

Before Zhang Qian could pick up the book and look at it carefully, the weight on his hand suddenly lightened again.

At the same time, dust began to fall from the middle of the book, as if all the pages had been completely weathered and turned into a pile of gray-white residue.

With a gentle squeeze, the cover, which was still somewhat hard just now, suddenly sunk in. Then, starting from this depression, the entire book suddenly fell apart.

As if a hundred years had passed in an instant, this book suddenly became lifeless.

"puff……"

Zhang Qian did not reach out to pick up the debris. After a muffled sound, several pieces of the book fell on the carpet and turned into a pile of dust.

The swirling dust danced gracefully under the pale white light. He did not dare to inhale it rashly, and immediately covered his mouth and nose and began to retreat.

Fortunately, this stuff seems to be just ordinary dust. It accumulates quietly on the ground and floats in the air. It doesn't look harmful.

After fanning the air in front of him, Zhang Qian checked the right hand that was in contact with the book. The skin was still pale, with no other traces of erosion except those weird blood-red patterns.

"Fortunately, it seems to be just a simple accident."

Zhang Qian didn't go far and leaned in a corner feeling helpless.

The book is broken, and I don’t know what happened to the situation inside. Luo Wensong hasn’t left yet, so I don’t know if it will be affected.

Who bought a book with such poor quality? It broke after opening it once. Did the captain put it on without thinking that anyone would read it?

While slandering in his heart, his ears twitched and he seemed to hear some hasty footsteps.

Is it Yue Linhai?

No, if it were him, he would have appeared directly in front of me.

Zhang Qian denied his inner speculation and thought of another name - librarian.

A person who wanders around the library and is responsible for helping visitors search for books.

But now that the ghost ship is like this, he has probably turned into a ghost, right?

"I thought this library would be safer than the previous places, but after working for a long time, I was still targeted..."

Yue Linhai didn't know how long it would take to come in, so he couldn't place his hopes on him and had to be prepared for confrontation.

Exhaling a breath, Zhang Qian lowered his eyes and stared at the two intersections in front of him without blinking. The terrain in the library was complex, with many twists and turns, and he couldn't be sure which direction the footsteps were coming from before the owner of the footsteps appeared.

However, there are two intersections here. Even if you can't fight, you can still escape, which can be regarded as leaving a way out.

coming……

The footsteps were getting closer and closer. Zhang Qian grabbed the wooden stick and braced himself.

But the next moment, his expression suddenly became a little strange.

The footsteps actually split into two?

Two figures walked out of the intersection on the left and right sides at the same time. They were not tall, but rather thin. It was wearing a black coat that seemed to be soaked in water, and had a pair of glasses on its face.

This kind of dress seems a bit old today, but if it were placed in the era of the ghost ship, it would undoubtedly be very "foreign".

If you ignore the mummy-like faces, the two figures look like twins studying abroad.

However, Zhang Qian was not in the mood to appreciate the two brothers' outfits. Looking at the approaching figures, his mood gradually sank.

They have already met but have not launched an attack, indicating that its ability probably requires close proximity to be activated. Although it is not known how strong the supernatural power is, it is not suitable to fight head-on.

After glancing back and forth with his eyes, Zhang Qian first targeted the figure on the left.

Because the aisle on the left is relatively short, although they appear in sight at the same time, the figure on the left is closer to Zhang Qian.

There was a surge of true energy, and Zhang Qian was about to mobilize the ghost face when he suddenly caught sight of the ghost hand lying on the ground.

How about checking it out first.

So he changed his movements. The ghost face was only raised but not released. Instead, with a thought, he controlled the ghost hands on the ground and rushed forward.

The ghost's hand, which had been lazily just now, suddenly became excited after receiving the order. Several fingers quickly touched the carpet, almost crossing the short distance without touching the ground. Then, with a slight bend in the fingers, it jumped into the air. .

"Snapped!"

The palm of his hand covered the figure's face firmly, making a crisp sound like a slap in the face.

Then the figure threw his head back, took a few steps back as if he couldn't bear the force, and then lay down on the ground with a bang.

Zhang Qian's original serious expression suddenly froze.

play me?

But judging from the feeling coming from the ghost hand, this thing does only have a negligible amount of supernatural power in its body, and overall it seems to be no better than a healthy ordinary person.

Hmm... maybe it's just a cover-up, and the other figure is the key.

Zhang Qian turned to look at the aisle on the other side, only to find that the figure's steps were still slow and slow, as if he didn't feel that his good brother was lying on the ground.

"Pretend to be a ghost..."

Zhang Qian didn't see any movement, and several white afterimages rushed over quickly.

Strangely enough, there seemed to be some changes in his body after he came out of that illusion. The strength of the ghost hand seemed to have increased, but more details could not be determined.

When this matter is over, go ask Mr. Luo...

"Puff-"

Zhang Qian was still thinking about something when the sound of someone falling suddenly came to his ears.

When he looked up, he saw that the figure in the aisle on the right had also fallen down. (End of chapter)