Mysterious Resurrection: I am practicing magic in troubled times

Chapter 10 Weird Tattoo Parlor

The sun shines on Zhang Qian's face through the gaps in the leaves. He gnaws on the buns in his hand while blowing the morning breeze.

A rush of footsteps came from not far away, and Wang Shang appeared in his field of vision dragging large and small bags.

"Brother, I'm here..." Wang Shang put down the things in his hands and hammered his waist.

"Why are you bringing so many things? We are just sending a letter, not traveling." Zhang Qian glanced at it and said, "Good guy, there are not only all kinds of dry food and drinking water in the bag, but also two large cotton-padded jackets."

Wang Shang touched his hair and said, "Isn't this a little nervous? I brought everything I could think of."

After that, he took off his backpack and opened a gap slightly, "Brother, look."

A pitch black crossbow lay in Wang Shang's bag, with a red dot sight mounted on it.

"Okay, this thing is illegal, right? How did you get it?" Zhang Qian tried it on his hand and found it was quite heavy. "But you have to be mentally prepared. This thing won't be of much use. .”

If physical means were effective, there would be no supernatural incidents. All kinds of guns and missiles would definitely give ghosts a barbecue meal.

Wang Shang carefully put away the crossbow, "Please rest assured, I'm not as powerful as you, brother. I always feel unsafe with empty hands."

Gao Yong and Xu Shaowen appeared later and seemed to confirm his statement. They were also fully armed and carried a huge backpack behind them. In comparison, Zhang Qian looked a bit amateurish.

"Brother Zhang Qian." Gao Yong greeted and asked enthusiastically, "Don't you have any equipment? Do you need me to lend you some?"

"Idiot..." Xu Shaowen covered his face, "Zhang Qianke is much more professional than us dabblers. Do you think he will forget to prepare?"

Xu Shaowen knew in his heart that Zhang Qian was by no means an ordinary person. As a newcomer to the post office, he repeatedly broke his understanding of the post office. He was probably a member of the Ghost Controller.But he was afraid of causing Zhang Qian's displeasure and did not dare to speak clearly. He could only indirectly remind Gao Yong not to be stupid.

"Brother Zhang Qian, when do you think we will start delivering letters?" Xu Shaowen asked.

"Let's go and observe the area first. This is my first time delivering a message, so you may need to take it with me."

"Brother is so humble."

As the two exchanged business information, the group quickly took a ride-hailing service online and headed toward No. 44 Tangxi Road.

In a short time, they reached their destination.

"Is this here?" Zhang Qian looked at the shop across the street, "Menggui Tattoo Parlor... such an explicit name."

The horror tattoo parlor occupies a large area. There are many ferocious ghosts posted on the posters at the door. Some have green faces and fangs and double horns. Some are bloody and fleshy as if they have been peeled off by cramps. Some are wearing wedding clothes and seem to be getting married...

But the business here is surprisingly good. Many young people are attracted by this novel style and can't help but walk into the store to find out.

"Zhang Qian, right?" A man with an ashen face and uniform appeared on the roadside at some point, "My name is Feng Quan, and the headquarters asked me to come here to support you."

Feng Quan said, throwing out a golden suitcase, "This is the compensation given to you by the headquarters, get ready to take action!"

"But before that..." His numb eyes fell on Wang Shang and the others, "Please ask the irrelevant personnel to leave."

"My friend, we came here as a last resort." Gao Yong was a little unhappy, "You didn't open this damn place, so why don't you let us in?"

Feng Quan's numb expression did not waver at all, "Haha, if you are not afraid of death, then you can go in. Two more cannon fodders are also good."

Anyway, the ghost will only kill people who trigger the rules. If the headquarters hadn't banned the use of living people to mine, he would definitely capture ordinary people as guinea pigs to solve supernatural incidents.Gao Yong was still about to argue, but Xu Shaowen stopped him, "You are right, we are cannon fodder. But it is also our own choice. Cracking the supernatural and gaining power is the hope of us little people. If we die, it means our fate As such, I won’t resent anyone!”

The post office delivery mission will only become more and more terrifying. If you escape once, can you continue to escape?
Moreover, Xu Shaowen does not want to hand over his life to a strange ghost master. He has his own things to do. Even if there is no post office, he will embark on the road of cracking supernatural phenomena.

"Do you understand?" Zhang Qian put away the box and stood in front of Feng Zhong, "Headquarters asked you to assist me, not to dictate."

"Tch, he's just a newcomer..." Feng Quan walked to the tattoo parlor first, "Watch carefully how I solve supernatural events."

Feng Quan crossed the traffic, pushed open the glass door and disappeared from everyone's sight.

"Let's go in too." Zhang Qian took out the red letter, "You can leave as soon as the letter delivery task is completed. Leave the supernatural matters to me..."

Zhang Qian said as he pushed open the door and entered. The air-conditioning in the store was fully turned on, and a chill swept through his body.

Zhang Qian clearly entered the tattoo parlor front and back, but Zhang Qian did not see Feng Quan's figure. Looking back, he found that Wang Shang and the others were not following him either.

Sure enough, it is another supernatural place.

I just don’t know if I was pulled out alone or what.

Zhang Qian's eyes flickered, he glanced around and found a place similar to a counter.

He walked to the counter. The receptionist immediately put down what he was doing and put on a twisted smile. "Hello, guest, what do you want? We have all kinds of tattoos here. As long as you want it, we can tattoo it." No…”

"Send the letter." Zhang Qian took out a blood-red letter and interrupted the front desk's sales pitch.

The receptionist immediately changed his attitude, lowered his head and continued to write and draw in the notebook, "Please give it to our boss."

No matter how Zhang Qian asked next, the front desk just looked at him with vicious eyes, seeming to treat him as a troublesome and evil guest.

Even the surrounding air began to become cold, and the thick darkness came out of nowhere, eroding towards Zhang Qian bit by bit.

At this time, the front desk saw that the time was right and stopped delaying. He pretended to take out an old abacus and pounded it, "Consultation fee, 18 yuan!"

"You actually want money?" Zhang Qian touched his pocket and threw him a hundred, "I'll reward you, there's no need to look for it."

The front desk made no intention of catching it, and let the hundred-dollar bill fall in the air, and finally fell deep into the counter and disappeared.

His face became more and more gloomy, and light ink crept onto his cheeks, gradually forming a ghostly face after outlining it.

"I can't get the money." The front desk grinned, "Then..."

"Snapped--"

Zhang Qian slapped him in the face, "Just what?"

The receptionist covered his face in disbelief. No one had ever dared to hit him here before, "You..."

"Snapped--"

"What's wrong with me?" Zhang Qian slapped him again, and with the blessing of his true energy, the grimace on the receptionist's face was dispersed.

(End of this chapter)