Mysterious Resurrection: I am practicing magic in troubled times

"Found it, this is... a notebook?"

After some searching, Zhang Qian quickly discovered a strange book in an inconspicuous corner of the bookshelf.

However, it is not accurate to say that it is a book, because the thickness of this thing is very thin, more like a booklet.

Its dark brown shell has not decayed due to the erosion of time, and you can still hear a crisp sound when you tap it with your fingernails. The material is somewhat like wood, but it is much lighter than it.

There wasn't much content on the cover. Zhang Qian looked back and forth several times but couldn't find any information. It seemed that the hard shell outside was only for protection.

Do you want to open it and take a look?

Zhang Qian was still a little hesitant about the answer to this question.

This thing is suspected to be the source of the attack, and it must be solved in a way, but who knows whether after opening it, it will cause the person to lose consciousness and be pulled into some space like before.

And just opening it may not be able to solve the attack. If he is attacked by a sneak attack when he is distracted, Zhang Qian will not have the ability to fight back.

As for tearing up this book...

Zhang Qian looked at his left hand with a strange expression.

The index finger of this hand looks out of place with the surrounding bodies. Under the influence of the administrator's supernatural power, the original flesh and blood has been transformed into something similar to a book page, and it can even be turned at will.

The ghost's purpose didn't seem to be to kill him, but to complete a certain ritual and turn him into a book.

As for the reason, if you guessed it correctly, it should be because a book was destroyed before, so another book is needed to replace it.

"And if I remember correctly, I checked the bookshelf after the biography was destroyed. The empty space on it had disappeared, and it ended up here."

Looking back from the empty spot on the bookshelf, Zhang Qian was a little undecided.

It will definitely not work if it is not resolved. No one can withstand such waves of attacks; but if the book is torn up, another administrator will not appear, right?

After all, there is no rule that says there can only be one administrator. Even an ordinary library has so many staff, let alone a huge space like the ghost ship.

After thinking about it, it seems that no matter what I do, it is not safe, and no matter what I do, there are hidden dangers.

"No matter what, there's no point in thinking about it so much."

Zhang Qian calmed down and quickly made up his mind.

It was just a waste of time to think about it this way. The last attack was dangerous enough, and he didn't want to play with the enhanced version of the administrator again.

Just tear it up, even if the new administrator might come to your door, it is still possible to solve the current trouble, right?

But just when Zhang Qian gathered his true energy in his hands and started to exert force with a serious look on his face, a voice not far away suddenly frightened him and made his movements suddenly stop.

"Wait a minute, do it!"

This voice... sounds inexplicably familiar.

Zhang Qian turned back thoughtfully and saw a familiar figure wearing a Chinese tunic suit.

"Yue Linhai?"

It's just that although the guy in front of him has always called himself Yue Linhai, he is not the person Zhang Qian is waiting for.

Looking at the face that was younger and more normal than Yue Linhai, Zhang Qian suddenly reacted.

Got it, it’s a disguised illusion!

What a pity, I have already seen through it...

"There was an accident on my father's side. He bumped into the captain ahead of time. He couldn't walk away at all, so he could only entrust me to come and take you for a ride."

A familiar sense of silence swept over him. Zhang Qian, who had experienced it for a long time, certainly understood that this thing was a sign of time stopping, which meant that the person in front of him was really not pretending.

Zhang Qian silently swallowed back the doubts he wanted to blurt out just now, but unexpectedly attracted Xiao Yue Linhai's attention. "What’s wrong with you?"

Seeing that Zhang Qian was a little distracted, Yue Linhai asked kindly.

"It's okay, just a little injured." Zhang Qian shook his head, and then showed his fingers that had been eroded by the supernatural.

It is indeed just a small injury, but it cannot be healed. Even if the true energy can prevent this erosion from spreading, there is no way to expel this strange power for a while.

In other words, even if it is expelled, the fingers that turned into paper may not be able to recover.

"Tsk, this is really troublesome..."

Yue Linhai had an idea of ​​the wound as soon as he saw it, and cast a helpless look at Zhang Qian, "Cultivation slowly, as long as you remove the supernatural power a little bit, it shouldn't spread. As for your finger, it should be without……"

"Click."

The sudden crisp sound of bone cracking interrupted what Yue Linhai wanted to say, causing him to raise his eyebrows.

As the initiator, Zhang Qian seemed completely unaware. He pinched half of his fingers and looked around a few times, as if he was hesitating where to put it.

Yue Linhai looked at Zhang Qian who had no expression on his face and couldn't help but praise: "You are indeed a ruthless person. I saw you right."

Looking at the folded finger, Yue Linhai felt a little pity.

If Zhang Qian eats it, maybe a good story will come out in the future.

In ancient times, Xia Houdun drew his sword to eat his eyes, and now Zhang Qian cuts off his fingers to survive, both of which are destroyed by wolves.

"Okay."

Zhang Qian didn't feel much at all. After all, as he said before, this finger didn't feel like a part of his body at all, and he didn't feel anything at all.

So in fact, the wound he felt was only as big as the cross-section of his finger, much smaller than the previous large wound on his waist.

"Ahem, you don't have to worry too much. I've seen many ghost masters who lost their hands and feet. You're just missing a finger, it's nothing at all."

When Yue Linhai saw Zhang Qian being indifferent to him, he just thought he was a little sad now.

Also, he has become a disabled person, even a ghost controller can't bear it, right?

Only gradually, the sympathy in Yue Linhai's eyes turned into shock.

what is this?

"No, what's going on with you?" Yue Linhai pointed at Zhang Qian's finger.

If you read it correctly, a bone grew out of thin air at the tip of the finger, and soon blood vessels and muscles were wrapped around it, and it was about to return to its original state.

Zhang Qian was also staring at his fingers curiously at this moment. He suppressed the desire to buckle the button and said calmly: "I told you it was just a minor injury, not a big problem."

The feeling of recovery is quite strange, not painful, but a little itchy, and inexplicably a little comfortable...

"what?"

Yue Linhai's face was filled with questions, "You..."

"Low-key and low-key. As a monk, it's normal for me to be a little special." Zhang Qian smiled modestly. (End of chapter)