Mysterious Resurrection: I am practicing magic in troubled times

Chapter 3
"F*ck!" Liu Bing wanted to run, but looked at the darkness beside him and dared not leave the team, "Brother Wang, you...don't scare me."

"MD, why am I scaring you?" Brother Wang stopped and looked behind him. He was surrounded by darkness and couldn't see many people at all.

Suddenly, I don’t know who suggested it: “Let’s count the numbers? This way we can know how many people there are. I’ll go first, one.”

"Okay, two."

"Don't cause trouble on purpose, San."

"Four."

"five."

"Six..." Brother Wang gritted his teeth and squeezed out a number from his mouth, "Fuck! Are you scaring people?"

He took out a small candle from his backpack and said, "Show me what you are!"

This is a supernatural item that Brother Wang picked out from the corpse of another messenger when he first sent a letter. According to the messenger, candlelight can illuminate things that ordinary people cannot see.

He struck a match and lit the candle. The orange flame suddenly ignited, and the surrounding darkness slowly faded away.

Brother Wang slowly raised his head along the firelight, and a chill hit his forehead.

foot.

All kinds of feet.

Densely packed feet filled the surrounding space.

"Seven." "Eight." "Nine." "..."

After a while, the corridor returned to silence, with only one candle burning faintly.

……

"Is it here?"

Zhang Qian had reached the end of the corridor. The stairwell disappeared and was replaced by a dark door.On the sign next to the door, the words "Dean's Office" were heavily crossed out, and the words "Operating Room" were written crookedly in blood below.

As if sensing Zhang Qian's arrival, the black door opened automatically.In the simple operating room, a doctor was presiding over the operation in an orderly manner.

He stretched out his extended nails and sliced ​​the patient's neck easily like a red-hot knife cutting through butter, then took a head from the nurse's hand and pressed it on.

Mixed with the sound of ticking, the doctor raised his head and asked kindly: "Zhang Qian, what do you want from me?"

"What kind of monster are you?" Zhang Qian slightly took a step back, feeling that this guy was completely different from the previous puppets.

"I'm Director Liu, don't you even recognize me?" Director Liu walked across the operating table and walked towards Zhang Qian outside the door, "It seems that you are seriously ill, let me help you treat it."

"..." Zhang Qian was about to speak but suddenly felt his body stiffen, as if he had been given an anesthetic and lost all strength. The scene in front of him gradually became blurry, and his upper and lower eyelids began to fight unconsciously.

He bit the tip of his tongue hard to regain his energy, and used his skills to let the true energy rise from his Dantian and spread throughout his body.When the infuriating air flow reached the shoulders, with a "chi--" sound, the body returned to normal.

Turning his head to look, he saw a pale palm resting softly on his shoulder.The blue blood vessels on the back of the hand swelled, like several long worms wrapped around the hand, but they did not move, as if they had been injured by the true energy.

After delaying for a while, the doctor came closer and raised his hand to Zhang Qian's throat.It's just that the speed was a bit slow, Zhang Qian easily dodged the attack by taking a step back.

Dr. Liu stopped, looked at Zhang Qian again and asked, "Zhang Qian? What do you want from me?"

This time Zhang Qian did not answer, but took a step back, using his energy to stare at him warily.

When he didn't get an answer, Dr. Liu made no next move, as if a program was suddenly stuck in the middle of running.

After a moment of pause, he turned around and walked back to the operating room to continue the operation.

Zhang Qian looked at him warily and moved his body cautiously, but was not attacked. "Why didn't you attack me this time?" Zhang Qian thought to himself, "Wang Shang said he was unconscious because he was not attacked..."

"After a person is in a coma, he cannot move and cannot speak, and these guys seem to be guiding me to speak..."

In order to verify his idea, he waited for the bespectacled man in the operating room to come out and punched him.His eyes shattered instantly, but even so, the man with glasses did not attack him. Instead, he lay on the ground and asked doubtfully, "Why did you hit me?"

Zhang Qian stopped talking to the man with glasses and summed up the pattern in his mind, "Sure enough, these ghosts are like computer programs and will only attack people who meet the conditions."

"Maybe there's more than one condition, but as long as you don't answer their questions, it certainly won't be met."

"So Wang Shang didn't die not because he didn't move, but because he couldn't make a sound or speak in a coma."

"It's not enough to know how to survive, you also need to find a way to save your senior."

Zhang Qian walked into the operating room and his eyes were instantly attracted to Director Liu's right hand.

The hand was incompatible with the surrounding environment, with pale skin and clear joints.The overall look is slender and powerful, not like a ghost but a bit like a work of art.

Only the black nails protruding from the ends of the fingers look a little scary. I don’t know what kind of material they are made of, but they are actually deeply embedded in the metal table.

"This should be the true body, right?"

Zhang Qian observed for a while, then suddenly picked up a stool and hit Director Liu on the arm.

"boom!"

The stool fell apart, but Director Liu was not affected in any way. Instead, he turned his head and looked at Zhang Qian, "Zhang Qian, what do you want from me?"

"Sure enough."

Zhang Qianyi was cruel, wrapped his fingers in zhenqi and tapped Director Liu's right hand.

A cold breath actually broke through the defense of Zhenqi, drilling up along the index finger, and the place it passed was instantly numb.He quickly retracted his hand and used his true energy to fight against the Yin energy.

Fortunately, this aura was just rootless water, and it quickly melted away under the continuous attack of true energy, leaving only a black line on his arm, which snaked and crawled for twenty or thirty centimeters before disappearing.

He covered his hands and felt it. Although it was a little cold, it was not serious.

"What a powerful demon. Let's see who has the most powerful skills..."

Zhang Qian put the true energy in his hand and slapped the ghost hand with one palm. The true energy poured out continuously and was in a stalemate with the Yin energy.

Time passed by, and neither side had any intention of stopping. Zhang Qian even felt that his own energy had become stronger during the confrontation.

Director Liu's sleeves were torn to pieces, revealing the hideous wounds hidden under his clothes.The edge of the wound was full of irregular bulges and flying skin, as if someone had torn off the original hand and then forced the ghost hand in.

Zhang Qian glanced around, trying to find a way to break the situation, but found that light red patches appeared on Director Liu's neck, and the color deepened as time went on.

"Ghosts don't respect martial ethics!"

Seeing that Director Liu's body could no longer hold on, Zhang Qian had a sudden idea and channeled his true energy along the black line.The true energy, tainted with a cold breath, penetrated into the ghost's hand without any hindrance. The ghost's hand actually gave up resistance and fell on the table with a splat.

At the same time, Director Liu's body fell backwards, and the dim lights returned to normal.

Zhang Qian quickly stepped forward to catch Director Liu's leaning body and placed him steadily on the ground.The surrounding puppets collapsed, but unlike Director Liu, who was still breathing, their bodies and heads were immediately separated, and they were no longer breathing.

The environment outside the door returned to normal, and hurried footsteps came from the stairwell.Without any time to think, Zhang Qian put the cold ghost hand into his pocket.

Several figures knocked open the ajar door and pointed guns at Zhang Qian, the only one who still looked like a living person. "Don't move, police!"

(End of this chapter)