Mysterious Resurrection: I am practicing magic in troubled times

Chapter 96 Funeral
"It's hard to say. Things related to supernatural beings don't necessarily have to be high-end. It would be better to say that most supernatural items look very ordinary."

Zhang Qian did not dislike the doll because of its appearance. Instead, he took out a small gold storage bag and carefully put it into the bag and put it away.

"Like the ghost candle, it doesn't look like anything special, but it can resist the attacks of evil ghosts. Maybe this rag doll is similar. Take it back to Wang Xiaoming and see if he can analyze something."

If something that is suspected of resisting supernatural attacks could be imitated, it would be tantamount to having another way to save one's life.

"It makes sense, but it feels like we are a bit like rag pickers." Xu Zheng complained.

They treat rotten hemp ropes and rotten rag dolls as treasures, so they look like scavengers.

No, scavengers should not be as hungry as they are.

The two rummaged through the surrounding grass again, but unfortunately they found nothing except more skeletons.

"That person should have gone in this direction. Let's continue to follow his trail and explore inside." Zhang Qian suggested while looking at the corridor.

We've come this far, there's no reason to turn around and go back.

Moreover, the hemp rope can prove that it is not safe here, and it is a bit comforting to have someone clearing mines in front.

"It would be best if we could directly find the owner of the ancient house. If not, it would also be good to find the person who came in first and ask for information."

"Okay, you have the final say." Xu Zheng waved his hand, and the ghost figure who was standing aside returned to the front of the team again and took on the responsibility of pioneering the way.

But from here on, there is no existing path through the grass behind.

Probably because he was in a panic after being attacked, the person who came in earlier didn't care about the safety under his feet.

There wasn't much grass left, and in just a moment, the two of them rushed out from the green plants and stepped on the hard stone slab.

On the left is the main entrance. The five-meter-high eaves are majestic. The interior design is not as simple as the outside. There are many complex patterns carved on the gray-white stone, but if you look closely, you can't tell what it wants to express. It just makes people feel uncomfortable. Feeling dizzy.

Not far to the right is the promenade across the river, or it should be more appropriately called a covered bridge.

"This door looks so new."

Zhang Qian approached the door and felt a little strange.

When he was just outside the ancient house, he had carefully observed the wooden door. He clearly remembered that the door had a lot of pits and the paint on it was about to fall off.

But this side looks completely different.

The vermilion paint was still shiny, as rich as if it had just been painted on.The golden rivets on the door were not covered with dust, and even in the dark, the lights still reflected the reflections of several people.

Xu Zheng also walked over and took a look, and agreed: "It's indeed a bit strange. This garden has no roof and is subject to wind and sun both inside and outside. The difference shouldn't be so big."

Not just the door, now that I think about it, even the walls inside look much newer than the outside.

If most of the flowers and plants were not dead, it would be impossible to tell that this was an abandoned mansion.

"It can only be due to the supernatural power. After all, it is an ancient house passed down from the Republic of China. Some strange places are normal. I just don't know if this power will have an impact on us." Zhang Qandao.

"Anyway, the door bolt is inside. Why don't we open the door and try to leave a way out for us, lest something unexpected happens and we have to climb over the wall to escape." Xu Zheng suggested, looking at the door bolt.

Behind him, the cloaked ghost had already eagerly walked to the door, raising his hand to grab the long and thick crossbar.

But before Guiying made a move, Zhang Qian had already held Xu Zheng's shoulders. "Don't worry, there is movement behind you."

His sensitive hearing allowed him to detect a faint sound of footsteps.

That direction should be on the opposite side of the corridor.

Something stepped on the wooden floor and was slowly coming in their direction.

However, the arched arc of the corridor made it impossible for Zhang Qian to directly see whether there was a person or a ghost on the other side. He could only be on guard secretly, ready to fight back at any time.

The footsteps gradually approached, and Xu Zheng also heard the thumping sound.

In order to prevent triggering the killing pattern, he did not speak, but silently controlled Li Gui to stand in front of the two of them.

The atmosphere gradually solidified, and the mechanical footsteps almost revealed the identity of the visitor.

Zhang Qian put his hand on his face, but his fingertips were a little away from the skin.There is already an invisible mask there, and you can launch an attack just by showing your face.

The cloaked ghost also leaned down slightly, assuming a posture ready for attack.

But at this moment, the person on the other side of the covered bridge suddenly said something.

"Two friends, thank you for coming all the way to attend my father's funeral."

Can talk?
Zhang Qian was stunned, but he did not relax his vigilance. After all, he had encountered many talking ghost slaves before, but those ghost slaves were still the opposite of human beings.

The footsteps did not stop because of Zhang Qian's doubts, but instead got closer and closer.

"My father told me before he was alive that after his death, many friends would come to pay his respects. I have been so busy these days that I even forgot to open the door to pick up guests..."

Accompanied by a somewhat annoyed voice, a young man wearing a black tunic suit appeared on the covered bridge.

He has a round top hat on his head and a pair of rimless unilateral glasses on his right eye. Although he looks ordinary, he has a different temperament.

As if aware of the hostility between the two, the man smiled and spread his hands and said, "My name is Yue Linhai. Are you my father's friends? I don't know what I should call you?"

Zhang Qian and Xu Zheng looked at each other, but neither of them answered.

Even if this guy behaves normally, there is no way to be sure that he is not a ghost slave or something else.

Seeing that the two did not talk to each other, Yue Linhai was not angry. Instead, he explained: "That's right. I am also an unfilial son. I have been studying abroad for such a long time. It is normal for the two of you not to know me."

"But it doesn't actually matter that you don't know me. After all, you are here to attend my father's funeral, not mine, right?"

After saying that, Yue Linhai seemed to be amused by his own cold joke and laughed invisibly.

I'm having a mental illness.

Zhang Qian and Xu Zheng saw the same thought in each other's eyes. What kind of filial son can make fun of his father who just died?
But the information revealed in this person's words is a bit interesting. There is actually a funeral in the ancient house, and there is no one else here except Yue Linhai.

Could it be that the person who died was the owner of the ancient house?

What a coincidence. After all, letters from the post office are usually not sent to living people.

(End of this chapter)