Mysterious Resurrection: I am practicing magic in troubled times

Chapter 14 The Painter
Xu Shaowen was walking at the front holding a game console. The wound on his waist was no longer bleeding, but this was not a good sign. The lack of bleeding meant that his body no longer belonged to ordinary people and had begun to be assimilated by evil spirits. .

Along the way, the paintings became more and more dense. Fortunately, they could not exert any abilities without support, so they were all easily solved by Zhang Qian. The occasional fish that slipped through the net were eradicated by Feng Quan, who was guarding the back of the team.

"It should be right in front." Xu Shaowen stopped. The characters in the game can no longer move forward and will die suddenly on the spot as soon as they are revived.

He put away the game console with some distress, "My ghost is no longer working, and I have to rely on you next."

Feng Quan took the initiative and said, "Let me do it. I have no problem with this range."

As soon as he finished speaking, a heavy gray fog began to invade this space.

Feng Quan blended his body into the mist. He had never felt so comfortable since he became a ghost controller. "The ghost seems to be dead... No matter how hard I push it, there is no response. My current state is worse than ever before." Everything is good, but the strength is stronger than ever before.”

You must know that the strength of a ghost controller mainly depends on the ghost he controls and the degree of recovery of the ghost. Generally speaking, the closer the ghost controller is to the recovery, the stronger the ghost controller will be. Feng Quan is now in a special situation.

Not worrying about resuscitation and being able to use the power of the ghost perfectly, he even felt a little carried away, wanting to test his limits and see if he could fill this strange space.

"Snapped--"

"What are you having fun over there? Where is the ghost, have you found it?" Zhang Qian slapped him back to reality, and he was a little worried. Could it be that the treatment made him stupid?

After being slapped, Feng Quan was not angry but happy. He clearly felt his emotions, which at least meant that he was becoming more and more like ordinary people.

But it's still time to get down to business.

"There are too many ghosts here, and the ghost mist can't tell who is the real master. However, the so-called painter's level of terror must be extremely high, so the ghost mist may not be able to trap it. I just need to find the hole in the ghost mist..."

Feng Quan analyzed in his mind, mobilized Guiwu to explore everywhere, and finally found a place that even Guiwu could not get close to.

"right here!"

When everyone stepped inside, they found that the surrounding environment had suddenly changed.

The originally dark space became translucent. There were many paints, easels and other tools piled in the small room, which seemed to be someone's studio.

There are many completed paintings placed randomly around. The ghost portraits on them have fierce eyes, but they cannot break away from the shackles of the painting paper.

A figure in green clothes was leaning on the drawing paper, concentrating on painting, completely unaware of the arrival of Zhang Qian and others.From time to time, bright red paint fell with its movements. From an angle that Zhang Qian and the others could not see, a group photo of them all was about to be completed.

"We were attacked by ghosts!" Wang Shang, who was walking at the end of the team, suddenly said hastily, "This feels very strange, my hand is going to disappear!"

Zhang Qian looked around and found that Wang Shang's entire body had become translucent, as if he would be erased from the world at any time.

Not only that, the bodies of Xu Shaowen, Zhang Han, and Feng Quan were also affected, and they all appeared to be phantomized to varying degrees. Only Zhang Qian was not affected.

"Damn it, when did the killing pattern get triggered?" Feng Quan's figure flashed, but failed to become atomized.Guiwu seemed to have been transferred to other places, and he could no longer feel it. "Guiwu's power has been affected!"

He gritted his teeth and looked at the illusory arm. How could this ghost be so energetic when torturing him, but not be able to do it when he met other people?
Zhang Qian made a decisive decision, smashed the easel in front of him with one palm, and rushed towards the painter opposite.At first I was worried about triggering the murder pattern and didn't dare to act rashly. Now that I've been attacked, I have nothing to hesitate about.

However, it was too late.

The painter started painting when Zhang Qian and the others stepped into the darkness, and most of them were completed long ago.

In the horrified eyes of the four people, it made the last stroke, and then turned into a shadow and disappeared.

"Run away?" Zhang Qian stopped his forward momentum with his foot on the ground, and observed the surrounding space trying to find traces of the painter.

"Wait a minute, Brother Zhang!" Xu Shaowen suddenly said in surprise, "We seem to be fine."

Zhang Qian turned around and saw that the four of them had returned to normal, "Will ghosts still give up halfway?"

"I don't know. Let me test it." Xu Shaowen took out the game console. The pixel villain didn't die for a long time and even danced in the game. "It should be safe, but you still have to be careful."

Zhang Qian had already arrived in front of the painting that the artist had just painted. "It seems that its attack failed."

This painting is very strange. Six people are groping forward against a dark background, but except for Wang Shang at the end, the others do not look like ordinary people.

Half of Feng Quan's body turned into gray mist, a skinned and bloody corpse lay behind Zhang Han, and Xu Shaowen was holding an illusory figure that looked very similar to himself.

This artist actually drew the ghosts controlled by everyone, as if he was analyzing the abilities of several people and then copying them into the painting.

The painter's technique is very good, and everyone's expressions are perfectly displayed. Only Zhang Qian's position is a mess.A thick layer of various colors of paint is piled on it, as if the painter encountered something that he couldn't describe and finally had to give up, leaving a half-finished painting.

"Wang Shang almost disappeared just now. If he disappeared completely, he would probably be sent to the world in the painting." Zhang Qian touched the painting paper, and there was nothing special about it. "You can put people in the world silently." The place of death, if we hadn’t entered the studio, we wouldn’t even know how he died.”

I just don’t know what it will taste like.

"Why did the attack fail and we couldn't resist?" Feng Quan also came over curiously and boasted unskilledly, "It turns out it's all Zhang Qian's credit. Zhang Qian, you are so powerful. Even Li Gui doesn't know you are what."

"Stop it. If you don't know how to praise someone, just don't open your mouth."

"Brother Zhang, where should we go next? Do we need to explore the way now?" Xu Shaowen fiddled with the game console, and there was an exit glowing with white light on the game screen.

"Right away." Zhang Qian glanced around. There were at least twenty or thirty portraits of Li Gui in the studio. The box Feng Quan sent was still empty. Wouldn't it be a waste not to pack it up and take it away?
Just as he was told, he gathered his energy in his hands and easily pulled off the nearest portrait.

However, before he could be happy, the portrait turned into a pool of pus and dripped on the ground, exuding a fishy and unpleasant smell, as disgusting as rotten meat that had been fermented for several months.

"Fake?" Zhang Qian didn't want to give up and tore off several pictures in succession while looking at the vicious eyes of the ghost in the painting.Without exception, these paintings had all rotted away, leaving only a few pools of disgusting black slime.

(End of this chapter)