Mysterious Resurrection: I am practicing magic in troubled times

Chapter 9 Turning ghosts into pills
"You!" Wang Shijin was shocked, his eyes widened, "You want to eat people?"

It's not like he hasn't come into contact with weirdos like the Ghost Controller before, but he has never seen those people just drink some Wubian wine, take some Dragon and Tiger Pills, and eat people directly.After all, human flesh doesn’t taste good, and no one except perverts likes it.

"This should be regarded as something like a demon pill." Zhang Qian grabbed the ghost hand and yanked it hard. The table next to him was beaten to pieces, but the seemingly fragile palm was not damaged at all. "You see, it is impossible for people to grow Something like this, right?”

Wang Shijin quietly put away the phone behind his back and asked uncertainly, "Is this the so-called ghost? It doesn't look like anything special."

"That's because you were lucky and didn't see it go crazy." Zhang Qian used the nails of his ghost hands to make a dent in the wall. "It is said that this ghost thing killed hundreds of people."

"Si - then please move away and don't come close to me." Wang Shijin moved to the side, "Do you really want to eat such a dangerous thing?"

"Just tell me if you can practice it!" Zhang Qian deliberately said aggressively, "If not, I will find someone else."

"Yes, why not!" The old man lit the stove and set up a medicine stove, "Throw it in, and I will show you how to turn ghosts into elixirs today."

Then he poured mountain spring water into the pot, took out many Chinese medicinal materials and added them one after another, then closed the stove with a bang, "Just wait, no one can question my professional level, Wang Shijin."

After a while, the sun sets over the western mountains.

Wang Shijin opened the furnace lid, and various medicinal materials in the furnace were boiled into a pot of dark brown soup. The strong smell of Chinese medicine gushed out and filled the entire factory space.

"It doesn't seem to work." Zhang Qian poked the ghost hand in the liquid with a stick, and suddenly felt that the scene was a bit like stewing pig's trotters.

"Why don't you take a sip and try it?" Wang Shijin filled out a small bowl of liquid medicine, smelled the smell and felt that there was nothing wrong with it. It should not kill anyone after drinking it.

Zhang Qian took the bowl hesitantly, let it cool slightly, then held his breath and swallowed it.

Wang Shijin asked curiously, "How does it taste? Is it effective?"

"Ugh~ It's weird that it works." Zhang Qian rinsed his mouth with water, "You are really not very professional. It's okay. I can understand."

As expected, ordinary people couldn't refine elixirs to increase their cultivation. Although he didn't have high hopes at the beginning, he still felt it was a pity.

Hearing this, Wang Shijin was also a little embarrassed, "This damn thing can't be cooked until it's cooked properly. There's really nothing I can do."

"Hey, forget it then." Zhang Qian channeled his true energy into his arm and fished out the ghost hand against the steam.

The ghost hand suddenly woke up from its deep sleep after being stimulated by the true energy, and kept twisting in his hand.Zhang Qian ignored it and pushed it towards the gold box.

"Wait a minute, I have an idea!" Wang Shijin seemed to have thought of something and suddenly shouted, "Since you can influence it, why can't you make the elixir yourself?"

"It seems to make sense." Zhang Qian paused after hearing this, "Then I'll give it a try."

His current internal strength can't ignite a fire, but it's still no problem if he extends it to the palm of his hand.

So Zhang Qian put his hands together and started rubbing them against the ghost hands. The true energy and the yin energy continued to blend together, making a hissing sound.

After a while, although the ghost hand was deformed, it was not serious. On the contrary, the surrounding air became colder and colder, and there were even faint mildew spots crawling on the surrounding objects.

Wang Shijin poked his head out from behind Zhang Qian and said with some hesitation, "This thing is a bit like that kind of strong Chinese medicine. It has good effects but strong temper, so we usually mix it with auxiliary ingredients. Dry rubbing like this is not the answer. Why don't you add some Try other materials?”

"It's hard to find these materials." Zhang Qian was speechless. He had just entered the qi training period today and was still just a newbie. Where could he find other materials to make elixirs?
No, it seems to be true.

Zhang Qian turned his head and saw that the yellow letter was lying quietly in the gold box. At the post office, he only emptied out the letters in his backpack, so there were two letters left here.

"No matter, let's give it a try." Seeing the ghost hand becoming more and more restless, Zhang Qian patted the letter on it, increased the energy output and started rubbing it.A strange force emitted from the envelope, and the ghost hand that touched the envelope stopped struggling. As Zhang Qian rubbed it, it was gradually wrapped in the envelope, and finally turned into a yellow pill.

Zhang Qian withdrew his true energy, took up the pill and put it in front of his eyes, "Is this it?"

The pill is orange in color, cold and round in the hand, only two or three centimeters in diameter, and I don’t know how it fits a whole ghost hand.

Wang Shijin was also amazed, "My eyes are opened. Your method is even a bit like rubbing mud into elixirs in myths and legends."

"It's just a normal operation." Although Zhang Qian didn't know why he was able to do it, as a strong Qi practitioner, he must keep his emotions and anger hidden.

Although the elixir has been mastered, the most critical step is still missing before it can be called a medicine, which is to eat it without killing anyone.

It seems that other monks will find guinea pigs to test medicine... Zhang Qian thought, his eyes drifting to Wang Shijin unconsciously.

"Why are you looking at me?" Wang Shijin felt furious when he looked at him, "I am a 60-year-old comrade."

"It's okay, you look handsome." Zhang Qian pinched the pill, "I suggest you stay away."

After watching Wang Shijin leave the warehouse, Zhang Qian sat cross-legged on the ground and swallowed the pill with his head raised.

This is [-] million... I hope the effect will be better.

At the moment of entrance, the elixir melted directly in Zhang Qian's mouth, turning into an unknown energy and blending into the true energy. The originally white true energy was also stained with a little gray.

He opened his eyes suddenly and slashed at his side with a knife. A second later, the metal table suddenly broke into two pieces.

"This is..." Zhang Qian felt the true energy in his body. There was a sinister and cold atmosphere on it, and there was even a faint sense of sharpness. "I see, this is sword energy!"

Sword energy can be awakened by eating one ghost. What would happen if you could eat two more?
Thinking about tomorrow's letter delivery task, Zhang Qian couldn't help but look forward to it.

At the same time, in a high-end community in Dahai City.

The woman with long fiery red hair lay weakly on the bed, "Ah~ I'm finally back. I won't go shopping next time."

She lay on the bed for a while, then skillfully took out the makeup remover and rubbed it on her face, wiping off the heavy makeup, revealing her flawless white skin.

If Zhang Qian were here, he would definitely be surprised that Jiang Dan, who looks like an old aunt, is actually a beautiful girl.

"It just happened to be updated..." Jiang Dan turned on the projector and searched for the comedy variety shows he often watched. He also took out a bunch of TV drama snacks from the shelf beside the bed. He didn't seem to worry about tomorrow's letter delivery task.

The variety show guest was amused by the prankster's silly antics, which made her laugh out loud, and she accidentally spilled the drink in her hand.

However, the cup stopped at a strange angle without spilling a drop of milk tea.

She picked up the cup, took a few sips, and threw it towards the bed.

The cup drew a beautiful arc in mid-air and jumped into the trash can in the corner after various collisions.

There is no way, she has always had good luck.

(End of this chapter)