Mysterious Resurrection: I am practicing magic in troubled times

Chapter 37

"Ah - Qiu!" Zhang Qian touched his itchy nose, "Huh? My great Foundation Builder shouldn't catch a cold, right?"

Ever since he took the yellow elixir refined by ghost hands, Zhang Qian felt that he had left the realm of Qi training and had officially entered the foundation-building realm.

The qi brought a strong improvement to his body, and even deviated a little from the human species.
After all, now he is not only capable of conquering mountains and rivers, but at least he is capable of carrying cauldrons.It used to be difficult to hold a bucket of water, but now I should be able to cosplay Dianwei and play with each other as a toy.

This is just the power under normal conditions. If you include the true energy, it will be even more terrifying. Even without systematic training, the protagonists in the urban soldier novels are not enough for him to fight.

In short, it is very strong. As long as you don't encounter those old things, you should be able to walk sideways.

perhaps……

Zhang Qian was walking down the dark stairwell with a gold box in his hand.

He didn't use lighting equipment. The darkness here with the blessing of zhenqi could only be regarded as a filter for him.

The surrounding walls were not only scorched black, but also had inexplicable mottled marks, like patterns carved with a chisel.

These patterns are neatly oriented and perpendicular to the windows, so they are obviously man-made.

But the traces are all over every corner of the building, even the ceiling. Who would be so idle and full of food?
"I feel that these traces are not related to will-o'-the-wisps. If the burnt blackness is left by will-o'-the-wisps, are these traces left by the ghost master named Fang Shiming?" Zhang Qian looked at it and speculated in his mind, "It seems that he has supernatural power. It can easily cover the entire building and suppress the same large-scale will-o'-the-wisps, which should not be underestimated."

Large-scale AOE, as long as you don't scratch it, it's a magical skill at any time.

"Hmm... I wonder if doing this counts as burglary?"

He planned to pick one in a residential building to store the ghosts. The first floor would definitely not be suitable as it would be easy for people to enter by mistake.

According to Zhang Qian's opinion, the third and fourth floors are the most suitable.

"How about this place?"

Zhang Qian stopped and looked at the still intact security door in front of him.

The numbers "34#" are written crookedly on the twisted door number, which probably means that this is the fourth floor of Building 3.

Opposite is 341, but the door over there has flown to nowhere, and it feels a bit unsafe.

A slightly grayish true energy surged out and wrapped around Zhang Qian's palm.

He pulled forward, and his fingers sank deep into the iron door like a laser knife. With a slight twist, he pulled out the lock core of the security door.

But the environment inside is in stark contrast to the outside.

Although the corridor was completely charred, this room was not affected.

There was a thin layer of dust on the tiles on the floor, but otherwise there was no damage.

There were no signs of fire on other furniture, and even the leather sofa, which was most prone to burning, was not damaged.

Zhang Qian did not use the ready-made cabinets inside, but dug several holes in the floor under the bed and buried the boxes in them.

"This way we won't be found out." Zhang Qian moved the bed back to its original position and nodded with satisfaction.

Fortunately, the ghost skeleton was traded to Wang Xiaoming, otherwise there would really be no place to put it.

To be on the safe side, he also painted the box containing the ghost red, and printed the words "radiation hazard" in large ink on it. No normal person would open such a thing.

After all, it was just a temporary storage, and he didn't want anyone to die due to his negligence.

If something goes wrong with these evil ghosts, it will be difficult to go to the headquarters to ask for help in the future.

"Hmm... The fourth floor doesn't seem to be very high..." Zhang Qian was lying on the window and suddenly had an immature idea.

After a while.

"Oh!"

A dull loud noise startled the sleeping night owl.

Zhang Qian straightened up with excitement and dusted himself off.

It’s okay on the fourth floor, I’m so awesome.

He drove the van and slowly drove away from the community. The residents of Building 3 also watched Zhang Qian leave.

They did not come out, but stood quietly by the windows in the aisles of each floor.

There are three figures on each floor, two tall and one short, totaling exactly 36 people.

Resentful eyes followed Zhang Qian as he left the community, as if complaining that Zhang Qian didn't give them a chance to see off their guests.

In the end, the hospitable residents had to disperse one by one, waiting for the next visitor.

……

"Dududu-"

While Zhang Qian was driving, a phone call came in.

However, he just glanced at it and ignored it. He didn't answer the phone while driving. This was a matter of principle.

Moreover, his social network is almost zero. If an unknown number comes to him, it is either a sales promotion or insurance. It is a waste of time to answer the call.

The ringing persisted for a long time and did not stop until nearly a minute later.

It didn't take long before he called again persistently.

"Are the harassment calls so aggressive nowadays..." Zhang Qian had no choice but to find a place where he could temporarily park his car. After answering the call, he said, "Brother, don't talk."

"I know you may have been kidnapped and have to do this kind of thing. Let's do this. If you are kidnapped and go to northern Myanmar, continue to sell me. If you are not kidnapped, hang up the phone."

The opposite fell into silence.

Zhang Qian looked at the calling address. This person couldn't really be in northern Myanmar. He didn't know if he would get a stick for saying this.

He was thinking about whether to call the police when a voice finally came from the other side.

"Hahaha, Zhang Qian... I didn't expect you to be so interesting."

Zhang Qian raised his eyebrows. Unexpectedly, she was a woman and her voice was quite pleasant.

Since she's a woman, she shouldn't be selling insurance.

"Sorry, I thought it was a harassing call. Who are you?"

"you guess……"

"Beep beep."

Zhang Qian hung up the phone without hesitation, feeling speechless.

Guess the number, I can’t even tell it by listening to the voice, how do you want me to guess?I'm not a Taoist priest, so how can I know how to tell fortunes from afar?

The girl on the other end of the phone didn't expect Zhang Qian to be so decisive. She was stunned for a moment and made another call.

When I answered the phone, the voice on the other end was slightly apologetic.

"Sorry, Zhang Qian, I wanted to make a joke. Are you angry?"

"You have something to say." Zhang Qian was a little impatient. Why was it so difficult for this woman to communicate.

"I don't have money to buy tea, and I don't want to hear about how hard your tea farmer's grandfather is living."

"Um...I'm Yu Xin. We just met some time ago. Do you have any impressions?" The girl's voice was a little disappointed, as if she was frightened by Zhang Qian's tone.

"Oh~ What do you want from me?"

Yu Xin on the other end of the phone was a little embarrassed, she just didn't think about it at all.

But she still asked in an almost coquettish tone: "I want to ask you out to play. I wonder if you are free?"

Worried about Zhang Qian's rejection, she quickly added: "It's not just the two of us, there are also some other classmates. We haven't gotten together for a long time. How about going out for a meal?"

"Oh~" Zhang Qian finally recalled who she was and said happily, "I refuse."

(End of this chapter)