Mysterious Resurrection: I am practicing magic in troubled times

Chapter 67 The lost clues
The possession of ghost candles in the headquarters is obviously a secret and cannot be told to unrelated people casually.

Tian Hao is obviously an irrelevant person.

But he didn't think so himself. He laughed and explained, "Aren't I just curious? What if you just lend it to me?"

This cheeky look made Zhang Qiandu amused. He didn't expect the person to be ugly, but he thought he was quite beautiful.

It's just that this mentality is a bit unethical. It's okay if curiosity kills yourself, but what if you kill others?
It's better to kill...

A cold thought suddenly appeared in Zhang Qian's mind.

But it was just a thought, and it was pressed down by him in an instant, never to appear again.

Lack of sleep doesn’t even make me awake...

Everything is so similar to what happened in the safe house.

But the difference is that this time some kind of strange power suddenly appeared. That power affected Zhang Qian's thoughts, making him attribute all this to the lack of sleep in the past few days, so that he could not control his random thoughts.

Zhang Qian shook his head and felt something was wrong, but he couldn't explain it, so he had to give up.

Seeing Tian Hao still looking at him longingly, Zhang Qian warned: "It's impossible to give the ghost candle to you, and don't even think about asking me for mercy. I can't control what you want to do in the future, but it's best not to do it. Things, if something supernatural happens, you will be in trouble."

"Yeah, yeah, I know, I'll pay attention." Tian Hao nodded repeatedly, but he didn't seem to have listened at all.

Because he believes in his uniqueness and does not feel that he lacks the so-called luck or should be called the protagonist's halo.

After all, I just liked supernatural stories, so I met the mysterious ghost master and learned the way to become a supernatural being.

I went to a class reunion and saw a real ghost inexplicably, and I also saw Zhang Qian's magical methods.

Now he has been selected into the mysterious ghost post office and has stepped into the door of the dark world.

No matter how you look at it, there is no one more protagonist than him.

As for Zhang Qian and others, they have only been exposed to the supernatural for a while before Tian Hao. He believes that he can go higher and further.

"You can stay somewhere cool." Seeing this, Zhang Qian was too lazy to talk nonsense with Tian Hao.

With Tian Hao's careless attitude, he would have to kill himself sooner or later.

At this moment, the sound of footsteps came from deep in the corridor.

The sound was vague and there was a pause from time to time, but it soon became clear.

A figure appeared at the corner, but it was Wang Shang who had just left.

But at this moment, he was frowning, obviously not satisfied with the results of the exploration.

"Brother." Wang Shang greeted with a regretful tone, "I've already looked at the first floor. Except that I didn't go into the room, there's no trace in the corridor or the hall... That ghost probably really disappeared. .”

"It's okay, at least there are no casualties among us, but you are quite brave. You dare to go around this damn place by yourself." Zhang Qian said.

"After all, it is safe under the light, and there are lights everywhere during the day. But although it is safe now, I can't find any clues, or even signs of other supernatural beings."

Every loss has a gain. Although the post office is safe during the day, a lot of information is hidden. It is probably only at night that the true face of the post office can be discovered.

Zhang Qian comforted him: "Don't be upset, after all, we have already speculated about it..."

He suddenly paused mid-sentence, because right before his eyes, the world suddenly split into two parts.

One part is still a corridor full of light, but the other part is intermittent, and only some blue-black smoke can be barely seen.This is?

The ability to make faces?
Zhang Qian reacted instantly and couldn't help but feel a burst of joy.

Unexpectedly, not only did the clues not end, but they even came to the door themselves.

Because Ghostface's attack ends in death, but the ghost himself is immortal, so even if the ghost jumps to another space, the attack will not be interrupted.

In other words, the jumping ghost has actually been in an illusion all along, but some kind of force interfered with Zhang Qian's control and perception of the illusion, and now that interference is about to dissipate.

Two perspectives appeared in front of him, one of which belonged to the original body, and the other was naturally an illusion from the jumping ghost.

But the images coming from the illusion were intermittent, a bit like a signal of poor contact, making people worried that the screen would suddenly burst into snowflakes.

"Brother, are you okay?" Wang Shang asked nervously.

Seeing that Zhang Qian's whole body suddenly tensed up, he thought something unexpected had happened.

"I found some clues and need to deal with them. I'm going back to the room first. Please be careful and pay attention to safety." After Zhang Qian finished his instructions, he couldn't wait to return to the room and focus on the illusion.

It didn't matter if he couldn't catch the ghost who jumped off the building. Zhang Qian was more concerned about the information it might carry.

Maybe we can use it to understand the dark side of the post office, or other hidden mechanisms.

The power of the grimace did not disappoint Zhang Qian. It flickered for a while and then stabilized.

But he found that his illusion had dissipated, and only this black smoke illusion remained the same.

Maybe Ghostface's attack is not based on a small ghostly face, but relies on this weird space?

Although the illusion disappeared, Zhang Qian vaguely saw a corpse lying on the ground through a method similar to God's perspective.

The clothes on the body were still rotten, and black pus and blood were flowing down the wounds.

Its head was twisted and deformed and even had a huge dent. It was not difficult to tell that this corpse was the ghost that jumped from the building with a lot of fierceness at the beginning.

Although those derivative ghost hands have disappeared and there is no power to attack it now, Zhang Qian's attack that lasted for several hours has completely paralyzed it.

At this moment, he could only lie on the ground like a real dead body, and he could not resume action until the supernatural power revived.

"It's not very convenient to look at it like this. I wonder if I can condense an illusion through the air?"

Zhang Qian's mind slowly sank and he tried to use the ability he got from Ghost Face.

After a while, some smoke swirled around, the color gradually deepened, and the texture gradually changed from gas to liquid.

The liquid gradually thickened, eventually forming something similar to the tattoo parlor's unique ink.

"It's it again...Does the tattoo parlor like ink so much?"

The ink dripped onto the ground, and the uniform blue-black color took on other colors at this time.

Soon, a lifelike Zhang Qian was released. Of course, not only the appearance, but more importantly, the supernatural power contained in Zhang Qian was also recreated.

The illusion was generated, and Zhang Qian's perspective shook and returned to the illusion.

Inexplicably, he suddenly noticed that there seemed to be something else in the smoke.

And that thing is...behind!
(End of this chapter)