Mysterious Resurrection: I am practicing magic in troubled times

The sea is very quiet.

There is no cry of seagulls, no roar of waves, no roar of engines, the whole world seems to be dead, and there is a frightening and absolute silence.

Endless clouds covered the sky as far as the eye could see, and the boundary between the sea and the sky was filled with stagnant thin mist, like strands of cracks in space.

But Zhang Qian had no intention of observing these scenes. At this moment, his sight was occupied by a figure leaning on the deck guardrail.

The man was obviously standing not far away, but Zhang Qian couldn't see his appearance clearly or his clothes.

It seems that this is not a person at all, but the embodiment of the ghost ship itself.

This is...the captain.

The stagnant thinking began to work, Zhang Qian's eyes moved, and he found that Yue Linhai had arrived at his side without knowing it.

The face of the half-man, half-ghost seemed a little more ferocious, and the flesh and blood on his face was squirming irregularly.

Obviously, it was not easy for him to suppress the captain, so much so that he couldn't spare the time to say hello to Zhang Qian.

"Must hurry up..."

Zhang Qian did not dare to delay and walked towards the direction of the captain.

One step...two steps...

It's obviously a short distance, but it feels like it's insurmountable.

It seems to be close at hand, yet it seems that it will never be reached.

The still captain did not make any movement, but Zhang Qian could feel a malicious sight in a trance, like a huge whirlpool on the sea, trying to swallow his spirit completely.

Under the huge pressure, Zhang Qian felt that his movements were getting slower and slower, and he even gradually lost the strength to move forward.

The fog in the field of vision is still stagnant in the sky, and the pause should not be over, but why...

The air around me seemed to be getting sticky bit by bit, from the invisible and formless gas to thickening bit by bit, and slowly it became difficult to breathe.

Zhang Qian felt as if he was in the deep sea. The huge pressure made his back bend, and the extremely dense cold water made it difficult for him to move.

In a daze, his vision became darker little by little.

All the surrounding scenes were swallowed up by the cold deep sea, only that figure existed forever.

One moment it looked like a huge unshakable mountain, and the next second it turned into a huge cruise ship trying to crush Zhang Qian...

"Humph……"

A cold snort came from behind, like thunder on the ground, suddenly waking up Zhang Qian.

All the scenes in front of him disappeared, and the captain did nothing, just stood there.

Only then did Zhang Qian notice that there seemed to be some kind of cold liquid on his face. Was it tears? Or blood?

He didn't wipe it, nor did he look back. He just lowered his head at the moment when he regained consciousness, not daring to look directly at the captain again.

The stiff body moved again, and his right hand moved slowly, reaching into his pocket to hold the cold envelope.

It was said to be cold, but compared to Zhang Qian's current body temperature, the temperature of the envelope seemed to be higher.

He could even feel wisps of warmth entering his body along his skin and pores.

Very comfortable, but not a good sign.

This is a sign that the body is about to die. It is said that everyone who freezes to death will feel warm in the last moments before death, and some frozen corpses will still have a smile on their face.

Zhang Qian didn't know what the expression on his face was, but he knew that he was absolutely embarrassed now. The energy was on strike again, but this time it was not because of fear, but because of complete suppression.

The ghost ship has absolute suppression of supernatural beings inside, and as the owner of the ghost ship, the captain undoubtedly exerts this ability to the limit.

Even in an unconscious state, even in stagnant time, the strange suppression still broke through the blockade of time and slowly seeped in.

At this moment, Zhang Qian felt as helpless as an ordinary person. All he could rely on was this frail body that could lift a 500-pound barbell with one arm.

The pressure on his body is still increasing. Zhang Qian has no doubt that the captain in his heyday did not need to take action. He could be crushed to death just by relying on something similar to his position.

But now it seems powerless to stop Zhang Qian from moving forward.

Staring at the huge pressure, Zhang Qian finally stood in front of the captain.

From the corner of his vision, he could already see a pair of dull leather boots and two straight trouser legs on the ground.

Although they haven't touched each other's faces yet, the distance is enough.

He slowly raised his right hand that was holding the envelope, and stiffly pressed the envelope that had been crumpled into some wrinkles.

Zhang Qian originally thought he would fail because he could feel some existence locking his body, and in this space, the only possibility was the captain.

The captain breaks free?

Zhang Qian doesn’t know and isn’t sure.

He just tried to stretch his stiff arms forward and let the envelope get closer to the white uniform little by little.

Unexpectedly, no accidents happened.

The captain did not reach out to stop Zhang Qian's movements at the last moment, and the ghost ship remained obediently stationary in time and space.

Zhang Qian murmured: "Yue Linhai... you are finally reliable for once."

His tense mind suddenly relaxed, and a smile couldn't help but appear on Zhang Qian's face.

Although his body is still a little sore, compared to the important matter of imprisoning the captain, this pain is not a price at all.

The next moment.

"Woo——"

A deafening whistle suddenly sounded, like a bomb, overturning the surrounding stagnant space.

Zhang Qian's ears were temporarily deafened, and then suddenly became "noisy" again.

The gray mist in mid-air flowed slowly, and the air gradually became filled with a solemn atmosphere.

Perhaps Yue Linhai's ability had reached its limit, or perhaps the captain's ability was the first to break through the blockade. In short, the ghost ship captain resumed action again.

But it didn't make any move, and it didn't even kill Zhang Qian, who was like an ant. It just raised its hand slightly and grabbed the envelope stuck to the clothes.

[Edward Smith’s personal message]

Lines of small characters appeared one after another, as if they were targeting the recipient of the letter.

This name has long been buried in history. Most ghost masters have become accustomed to the code name Captain, and few people will mention its real name.

The captain stared down at the dark yellow envelope. He had no emotion of doubt, he just tried to destroy the thing.

But it quickly gave up.

Because the brief contact had already made the captain understand the meaning of the envelope, and he also knew that there was no point in destroying it now. (End of chapter)