Mysterious Resurrection: I am practicing magic in troubled times

The thin mist does not block much of the view, but just fills the air with a strange atmosphere.

Yue Linhai looked up at the behemoth not far away, and there was no big disturbance in his heart except for some regrets.

After all, the previous plan was something he took for granted.

Unexpectedly, the captain's influence on this space has been so profound that even he, the master, cannot control it at will.

From the moment he met the captain, he knew his plan to infiltrate in secret had failed.

If Zhang Qian still wanted to get close to the captain next, he would either have to rely on Zhang Qian's own efforts to break out of the library, or he would have to defeat the captain and force his way into the ghost ship.

Unfortunately, it is still unknown whether Zhang Qian can succeed, and judging from the previous exchanges, Zhang Qian is more inclined to look for the captain's cabin instead of thinking that the captain has arrived on the deck, so Yue Linhai has no hope for him.

As for defeating the captain, even if the captain is now in a state of incompetence, Yue Linhai has no confidence in fighting it, otherwise he would not need to call in foreign aid.

It seems like there is no hope, but it is not.

After all, he looked like one person but was actually two people. No one else knew about this, and naturally the captain had no way of knowing.

"Rebel..."

Yue Linhai whispered in his heart, and then slowly focused his gaze on the captain, looking into his eyes without fear.

It's just stalling for time. It happens that he also needs some time, so let's compete with the captain to see who can move faster.

……

"It's finally here, it's not easy..."

Zhang Qian's footsteps slowly stopped, and at the same time he began to examine the bookshelves on both sides.

If there is nothing wrong, the source of the sound should be from this place.

But since there is an if, there will definitely be accidents.

After looking around a few times quickly, Zhang Qian found nothing.

The books on the bookshelf were colorful and colorful, but none of them gave him a very special feeling. They seemed to have nothing to do with supernatural beings, just some old books with strange contents.

"You don't want me to read them one by one, do you? How long will it take to read so many books?"

Zhang Qian muttered, but didn't rush to start searching.

It's almost time for the next attack. Now that he is near the source, if there is any change, he will definitely be able to detect it immediately.

At that time, you can see with your own eyes how the administrator appears, and you will naturally be able to follow the clues and find the items related to it.

So why hasn’t that guy Yue Linhai come yet?

After having a little free time, Zhang Qian couldn't help complaining about Yue Linhai's unpunctuality.

The big boss of the Republic of China is really unreliable, not as good as Mr. Luo... Here he is.

A strange feeling suddenly appeared, like being suddenly immersed in a vacuum. The originally quiet space was filled with an indescribable silence, which even calmed down Zhang Qian's mood.

As if he had entered the sage mode after indulgence, Zhang Qian now actually had the urge to just stay quietly.

I don’t want to do anything, I don’t need to do anything, I just need to stand quietly like this...

"grass!"

After reacting, Zhang Qian cursed in a low voice, and then used force to pull out the fingers that had been unknowingly stuffed into the bookshelf.

What the hell is this? Zhang Qian couldn't help but feel his scalp tingling.

Each piece of separated flesh and blood was as thin as paper, and even light could pass through. But strangely, there was no blood sticking out of the wound, and no pain was felt.

It seemed that the finger was supposed to look like this, but it was Zhang Qian who had the problem.

When he looked at the inconspicuous figure again, Zhang Qian's eyes became fearful.

Nothing like this has ever happened before. Is it because it is near the source, or is it because it is too close to this evil ghost?

Before he had time to think about it, the figure raised his legs and walked towards Zhang Qian's direction, scaring him so much that he did not dare to delay any longer.

A ghost face formed almost instantly, and the inexplicable attack penetrated the space and directly affected the ghost.

The arrogant power turned the corpse's brain into a ball of pus in an instant, and this was only a superficial phenomenon. The most important thing was the suppression of the corpse's supernatural power.

Yes, it's just suppression.

I don't know why, but the strength of this figure is surprisingly high, and its supernatural power is almost doubled compared to the figures I encountered before.

Just after falling to the ground under Zhang Qian's attack, the figure's limbs twitched, as if trying to stand up again.

"Is it so outrageous??"

Zhang Qian was greatly shocked and at the same time he did not forget to copy the guy to hit him. The wooden stick was not very good at other times, but it was not so easy to use when beating a drowned dog.

Eighty, eighty, eighty...

Under the sticking of the wooden stick, the devil's head kept hitting the ground like a basketball, and the glasses on the bridge of his nose were broken to the ground.

But Zhang Qian still didn't dare to neglect, and he didn't take a breath until Li Gui's struggle gradually became smaller.

"It's too hard..."

After the strenuous exercise, even Zhang Qian is now a little out of breath.

With his current physique, if he plays baseball, he won't necessarily get tired even if he swings the bat all the time.

But the situation just now was obviously different. Using a wooden stick not only required strength, but more importantly, it required additional energy. Even Zhang Qian couldn't withstand the consumption of dozens of blows.

This is still the case where Ghost Face's attack is the base. Without Ghost Face, I might not even be able to break through the defense with wooden sticks alone.

Alas, the damage is still too low. After all, it is just a supernatural item used to imprison evil ghosts, not a real weapon...

Looking at the dark red stick with some melancholy, Zhang Qian's expression suddenly froze.

The smooth and solid surface of the wooden stick has actually cracked several cracks. Although they are not big, they are as glaring as the flaws of rough jade.

"Hey...it's a huge loss."

Even though this thing was given as a free gift from the tenant, Zhang Qian still felt distressed.

However, now is not the time to count the losses. After waving it to make sure it would not affect its use, Zhang Qian could only temporarily put away the stick and find the source of the attack, no matter how distressed he was.

Although the ghost appeared suddenly, as if it teleported out of the ghost realm, Zhang Qian still caught some clues.

He walked around the corpse and took two steps forward. He bent slightly and searched the lower part of the bookshelf.

"It should be coming from this direction..." (End of Chapter)