Mysterious Resurrection: I am practicing magic in troubled times

Chapter 66 A conscientious post office that works twelve hours a day
"No one has time to call you when the ghost is haunted. What should I ask you to do after the ghost is solved?" Zhang Qian responded casually.

"Fortunately, you didn't call me. I haven't liked watching ghost movies since I was a child." Jiang Dan patted his chest in relief and complained, "To many directors, horror is equal to blood in the eyes. I have a psychological shadow now."

Zhang Qian noticed the meaning of her words and felt a little curious.

She just hates seeing bloody ghosts, but isn't she worried that the ghosts will hurt her?
Seeing that Jiang Dan's expression didn't seem to be fake, Zhang Qian felt more and more that she might be a potential ghost controller, rather than a simple-minded person in the general sense.

It's just that she doesn't have the unique coldness of a ghost controller. Although she lacks energy, she is generally at the level of a normal person.

Maybe he just became a ghost controller not long ago, so the erosion is not deep enough?

"Ah?" Jiang Dan suddenly looked at his phone and exclaimed.

Zhang Qian reacted very quickly, turned over and distanced himself from her, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Ghost attack?Or did you find any clues?
But neither.

The girl just looked at the time on the phone screen and whimpered: "Who set the alarm clock? Why is it only 05:30 now?"

The room in the post office couldn't see the sky outside. Seeing that everyone in the living room was awake, Jiang Dan thought it was already eight or nine o'clock.

"That's it." Zhang Qian curled his lips and dispelled the mask that kept him from speaking.

"What do you mean this..." Jiang Dan complained, "I thought it was unlucky that there was no signal and power supply in this place, but in the end, I couldn't even meet the basic needs of catching up on sleep?"

"You've been sleeping for a long time. From six o'clock in the afternoon to 08:30 in the morning, haven't you had enough sleep?" Wang Shang said speechlessly.

"I usually stay up late..." Before he could finish his words, Jiang Dan, who had just turned on the phone, returned to his usual listless look.

Drowsiness came over her, and she couldn't help but yawned again, "Ha--then when can we leave this time? Last time we were able to leave not long after we came in, why did we wait for more than ten hours this time and still nothing?" Waiting for the mission?”

Zhang Qian looked up at her and sighed softly, "You have to wait until the post office opens before you can start delivering letters, right? It's only 05:30, so just wait."

"But it should be soon. Yesterday we turned off the lights at [-]pm and got off work. I have a hunch that the lights will be turned on at about [-]am this morning."

"That's right, there's still half an hour, so I'll squint for a while..." Jiang Dan climbed onto an unoccupied sofa, and was about to close his eyes when he thought of something again, reminding him, "You must not be quiet Leave, please be sure to wake me up before you go."

It seems that there is a psychological shadow.

Zhang Qian nodded slightly, indicating that he understood.

Jiang Dan then closed his eyes with peace of mind, his chest rising and falling slightly, wondering if he had fallen asleep.

No one made any more noise, and the room fell into silence. You could even hear the breathing of several people one after another.

There is still deep darkness outside the crack of the door, and it has no intention of fading away even after more than ten hours.

Although he couldn't directly see the situation outside, Zhang Qian could see a ghost with ghost hands all over his body from the black smoke in the ghost face.

In the illusion, he had used the power of ghost hands to suppress the jumping ghost at close range, and could easily imprison him at any time.

It's just that the darkness outside the door is full of unknowns. To be on the safe side, Zhang Qian plans to leave the jumping ghost outside to dry overnight.

But Zhang Qian still had some doubts in his heart.

With so many messengers, why did the ghost who jumped off the building find them? Why did only one ghost escape after losing the suppression? Why did Xu Shaowen never mention this situation?

All this might be just a coincidence, but Zhang Qian thought of the man in the painting who suddenly disappeared.

Is there any connection between them?
Three ten minutes passed by in a blink of an eye. Without any sound, the darkness in the crack in the door quietly receded.

The lights came on on time at six o'clock.Just when the lights were turned on, Zhang Qian stood up from the sofa in surprise.

The ghost hand he summoned suddenly disappeared, and even the aura of the jumping ghost disappeared.

Was it killed by the light?

Zhang Qian walked to the door and opened it. There was only a mottled floor in front of him, and there was no trace of the evil ghost anywhere.

Where's the ghost?

What about the big guy?
After working so long to catch this ghost, did my work go to waste in the end?

"Brother, what's wrong?" Wang Shang was not asleep and immediately walked to Zhang Qian.

Without Zhang Qian's response, he guessed what just happened, "Did that ghost escape last night?"

"Well." Zhang Qian squatted down and took a closer look, and found that all the blood stains from last night were gone, "It seems that the light is not just for protection...it disappeared so fast, not even a trace of scum was left on the ground. "

"Perhaps darkness and light are two different spaces at all, so ghosts in the dark cannot attack people in the light. When the outside becomes a light space, we naturally cannot see the ghosts in the darkness."

Sure enough, the ghost domain is the standard configuration for the big guys.

The ghost post office uses the ghost domain to attract people. There is no reason why the ghost domain should not be used for the more important function of suppressing evil ghosts.

Now Zhang Qian is a little glad that he didn't go into the darkness to catch ghosts, otherwise he might have plunged into an unknown supernatural place. By then, it would not be clear whether people were catching ghosts or ghosts were catching people.

Wang Shang thought of his first mission and said in a deep voice: "The supernatural power in this kind of place is so terrifying. I really don't know how the tattoo parlor and the ghost post office can control them. It has even reached the point of playing with space. Even if you want to It’s not difficult to destroy the world, right?”

"With the scope of their ghost domain, it would not be difficult for no one to organize and destroy the world." Zhang Qian has no doubt about the lethality of top ghost controllers.

To put it bluntly, if Feng Quan is given some time, he can destroy the world, but it's not necessarily clear whether the one left behind is Guiwu or Feng Quan.

Maybe when truly powerful ghost masters appear, their status will replace the original tactical weapons and form a new deterrent.

"I'll go out and look around to see if I can find any clues." After Wang Shang said that, he turned and walked toward the hall.

"Hey, it's a pity that candle, it should be a very important prop, right?" Tian Hao joined the conversation with a shy face, wanting to learn about Guizhu's information.

"It's only moderately important." Zhang Qianman said nonchalantly.

Tian Hao immediately became interested, "Then can you lend it to me?"

Sensing Zhang Qian's unkind gaze, he changed his words and said, "Brother Qian, can you share how to buy it? I want to buy it even if I sell it."

"Haha, money is useless. Maybe you can get two more ghosts in exchange for it." Zhang Qian ruthlessly shattered Tian Hao's fantasy.

"But catching ghosts is very dangerous. Didn't you say that ordinary people would die if they came into contact with them?" Tian Hao asked in return.

"Then you use Ghost Candle."

"But I don't have such a candle?"

"Then catch ghosts in exchange."

"Brother Qian, don't you want to tell me?" Tian Hao was a little helpless. He didn't expect Zhang Qian to be so ruthless.

Zhang Qian looked at him as if he were a fool, "Then why are you still asking here?"

(End of this chapter)