Mysterious Resurrection: I am practicing magic in troubled times

Chapter 17 The Ghost Controller in the Republic of China

The ghost controller looked a little ugly and said solemnly: "I have paid before."

However, the tattoo artist ignored her completely and held her hand harder and harder, and she could even hear the faint sound of bone cracking.

This small injury did not cause much pain to the ghost controller, but it made her sober. Now she is not a master of controlling three ghosts, but just a newbie who controls one ghost.

"You squeezed all the value out of me back then, and I have no money left." She tried to discuss with the tattoo artist, "But I can owe it first and pay it back later."

The tattoo artist still didn't speak. He raised the long needle in his hand slightly, causing the lights in the room to dim.

The oppressive atmosphere made the ghost controller a little breathless. She suddenly looked at Zhang Qian and begged as if grasping a life-saving straw, "Little friend, I know you are very special. Lend me some money. I will I will pay you back twice as much."

"Okay." Zhang Qian happily agreed, then rummaged through his backpack.

Feng Quan looked like he was watching a show. He felt a little unbelievable when he saw that Zhang Qian really wanted to save him. He lowered his voice and reminded, "Zhang Qian, this kind of person has no credibility. Let alone pay back the money, maybe he can just turn around." Trick us to death."

"It's okay, I believe it." Zhang Qian still insisted, just keeping his head buried in his backpack, "Let me see where the money went, I remember it should be here..."

"Hurry up -" the ghost controller wanted to urge but suddenly screamed.

Zhang Qian looked up and found that the tattoo artist's long needle had penetrated into her head and was stirring inside.

"Hold on, I'm almost there."

It's a pity that the ghost controller no longer has the energy to reply to Zhang Qian's words. She was not afraid of physical attacks, but the tattoo master's attacks were more like coming from the spiritual level.

She felt that her consciousness was being eliminated bit by bit, and a fear of facing nothingness surrounded her. She could feel that she was disappearing from this world.

First it was insignificant memories, then those past experiences, and in the end even her personality was gradually collapsing.

Zhang Qian saw the right moment, took out 18 yuan of ghost money and said, "I'll pay for her, 18 yuan, right?"

The tattoo artist stopped, turned his head to look at Zhang Qian, and slowly made a "two" sign.

"Twice? Do we have to pay with our own money?"

Zhang Qian counted out 18 yuan of ghost money again, combined it with the previous ones, and threw it to the tattoo artist.

A very fast black shadow passed by, and the paper money disappeared in mid-air.

The tattoo artist let go of the dying Ghost Controller and let her fall to the ground with a plop.

"How is it?" Zhang Qian looked at Xu Shaowen.

"It's no problem for now." Xu Shaowen put away the game console, not daring to use it any more.The game ghost was eroding very quickly, and his face was already a little pale.

Zhang Qian nodded when he heard the words and used the gold box to hook the ghost controller over.

He squatted in front of the ghost master and asked kindly, "Senior, what is your name?"

"..." The ghost controller lay on the ground for a while and then said in a weak voice, "My name is Li Qingfeng. I was a ghost controller during the Republic of China. I controlled three powerful ghosts. It was nothing in the Republic of China, but in your era It must be the only one of its kind."

Li Qingfeng suddenly changed the topic and said seductively in a dry voice: "Boy, do you want to know how to control multiple powerful ghosts?"

As soon as these words came out, Feng Quan's breathing quickened unconsciously, and Wang Shang also quietly pricked up his ears.

Seeing this, Li Qingfeng showed a confident smile, "I know you still have money, redeem my remaining two ghosts, and I'll show you how, okay?"

"Sounds good." Zhang Qian put his hand on his head, "But it seems that you can't tell me the information." "After the torture just now, how much strength do you have left after only controlling a ghost? ?”

"In this case, your information seems not worth my money."

Zhang Qian stood up and closed his eyes with compassion, "Comrade Feng Quan, please explain to this old senior the truth that you are willing to share."

"Hehehe, I have long disliked this old man." Feng Quan laughed evilly and picked up the gold box beside him, "I hope you can resist the beating."

……

When Zhang Qian was admiring the sixth painting, the screams behind him finally slowly stopped.

"Damn, the bones are pretty hard." Feng Quan struck another critical blow on Li Qingfeng's head. He put the box down helplessly and took a deep breath. "No matter how hard you hit him, he can't be killed. He's just like the old bastard."

"It's useless..." A weak voice came from the disorganized Li Qingfeng, "My ghost has the strongest life-saving ability, otherwise I wouldn't have stored my consciousness here."

The skull tattoo on Li Qingfeng's back protruded from the bone claws, piece by piece, piece by piece to put his body back together.

"Don't waste your efforts. It's impossible for you to kill me. Now help me redeem the ghost. I can pretend that nothing happened."

Li Qingfeng also didn't expect that his cautious actions back then could actually save his life. This undead skeleton was the first ghost he controlled. It could repair damaged bodies at will and maintain the life of the host with supernatural power.

But he is not invincible. As long as the body is greatly damaged, the skeleton will leave on its own, but there is no need to tell Zhang Qian such a thing.

"Haha, I can't be beaten to death..." Feng Quan moved the reinforcements, "Zhang Qian, come here quickly, this guy refuses to confess."

"It's useless to call anyone~" Li Qingfeng's voice started to tremble before he finished speaking.

Zhang Qian stepped on his back, grabbing the skull's eye sockets and trying to pull it out.

"Are you crazy? This is a fierce ghost!" Li Qingfeng was a little panicked. He felt that the skeleton was really shaken.

"Come out!" Zhang Qian used force and pulled the skull out of the tattoo. "How is it? Do you want to talk now?"

"Hurry up and put it back!" Li Qingfeng's voice finally became panicked, and the pieces of meat on his face fell off piece by piece, looking weird and disgusting.

"I say! If you put it back, I'll say it!" As more and more parts of the skull were separated from the tattoos, Li Qingfeng finally stopped resisting and lowered his demand, "Put it down and I'll say it right away!"

"You dare to negotiate terms, go to hell, I believe you are not the only one who knows about this." Zhang Qian turned his hand into a knife, cut through the most closely connected parts, and pulled out most of the bones at once.

"The key is balance..." Li Qingfeng shouted.

"It's too late." Zhang Qian didn't hold back, and a huge force burst out.

With a stabbing sound, the bone tattoo was completely torn off Li Qingfeng's body.

The color of the ink fades away from the tattoo and becomes white and flawless again, like a brand new skeleton specimen.

"I wonder what the stew will taste like..."

Zhang Qian looked at Quiet Bones and whispered softly, but was so scared that Feng Quan stayed away silently.

He was afraid that Zhang Qian would suddenly have a sudden idea and want to take a few puffs of ghost mist to taste the saltiness.

(End of this chapter)