Mysterious Resurrection: I am practicing magic in troubled times

Chapter 51 Digestion of Ghost Hands
"I have changed my residence. Please send me to this new address." Zhang Qian sent the address of the villa.

"If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave."

"I received it. I will call you before sending it over tomorrow. Please come and sign for it in person."

Yu Xin saluted and led the team into the restaurant.

Zhang Qian got into the taxi, feeling much better than when she left.

"Hmm... I got two weird human skins, a half-ghost candle, a pistol, and probably a reserve teammate? I feel like Jiang Yuxin likes me a little bit. Maybe this is the trouble with being handsome."

As cars passed one after another, Zhang Qian noticed that this driver was completely opposite to most taxi drivers.

While others were eager to fly to their destination to start their next order, he steadily controlled the speed of the car at [-] mph.

Moreover, the driver brother is very talkative, talking endlessly about topics in various fields, as if making money is secondary and chatting is the main purpose.

They have everything from economy to military to art, and they all have their own opinions.

But Zhang Qian just went along with it, and he didn't get interested until the driver told a weird story.

"Master, is the ghost call you just mentioned your own personal experience?"

"Haha, young man, whoever answers the call from the ghost will definitely die. I'm not a ghost, how could I have received the call." The driver felt a little proud when he saw Zhang Qian answer the call.

My driver, who has been driving for 20 years, has never encountered any passengers before, but he actually tried to act cool in front of me.

The driver said while driving: "To be honest, I saw this story on a supernatural forum. What the poster said was true, so I wrote it down."

"I see, I thought it was the passenger who told you."

If he was really a passenger, he might be a folk ghost master.

The driver was a little proud, "Hey, I'm the only one who tells ghost stories to scare the passengers. How can it be the passengers' turn to scare me?"

Zhang Qian nodded and said nothing.

After some searching, he found this ghost story on a large paranormal forum.

The story is called Ghost Call, and it roughly tells that there is a ghost that lives in the phone and will make calls to random people around the world.

Regardless of whether he answers the phone or not, that person will definitely die within fourteen days, and nothing can be done to stop it.

I took a look at the comments section, but there wasn't much valuable information.

It's a bit like the ghost's killing rules, but it doesn't feel as scary as Sadako's. Sadako only needs seven days to kill, but this ghost takes fourteen days.

Seeing that Zhang Qian was interested in ghost stories, the driver simply told him all the ghost stories he still remembered.

But most of them are fabricated stories. Although there are ghosts and monsters, they still preach the principle that good will be rewarded with good and evil will be punished with evil.

Real ghosts kill without reason. Just like Feng Quan, who was possessed by ghost mist, his family was the first to suffer.

"Here we are." The master glanced at the price list, "56 yuan, do you want to scan the code or pay in cash?"

"One hundred, don't look for it."

"Huo, you are so generous. You are worthy of living in a villa." The driver smiled and said without hesitation, "Thank you then."

He turned around cheerfully, wanting to get the money but found that Zhang Qian had already opened the car door and got out of the car.

What's the meaning?Want to escape the bill?

"Hey, what are you..." The master was about to get angry, but his voice suddenly stopped.

In the corner of his vision, a pale palm was lying on the backrest of the driver's seat.

But there was clearly no one in the back row, and the only passenger, Zhang Qiandu, had already closed the door and left...

The eldest brother blinked hard and moved his eyes stiffly to see clearly.

The hand noticed the driver's gaze and shook the hundred-dollar bill between his fingers, as if urging him to collect the money quickly.

"I rely on!"

The driver was about to slap the floor oil on the floor and escape, but a voice calmed him down a little. "Master, I need some change..."

Zhang Qian knocked on the passenger door and handed in a hundred.

"Ah?" The driver brother looked at Zhang Qian blankly, with cold sweat on his head.

Looking back again, I saw some pale palm somewhere.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I have trouble concentrating as I get older." He took out 44 yuan from the coin box and handed it over, comforting himself that what he just saw was an illusion.

44, always feels unlucky...

"OK, thank you, please be careful when driving..."

"Squeaky-"

Before Zhang Qian could finish speaking, the taxi rushed out as if it was running away.

After this, the driver no longer dared to work the night shift and returned home early.

The wife at home was a little surprised to see him come back so early, "Why are you back so early today? Have you run enough to rent a car?"

"Huh..." The heating in the room was very strong, and the driver's cold hands and feet were slightly warmer.

He stamped his feet, lit a cigarette shakily, and took a long drag. "I made a profit of 80 yuan. I won't run away today."

The eldest sister also saw something was wrong and said nothing more.

"Then I'm going to cook first."

"Go ahead, go ahead." The eldest brother waved his hand in shock, took off his coat and turned on the news broadcast, intending to absorb some positive energy.

The eldest sister over there suddenly picked up her coat and asked, "Wow, you He Qiang, you've already reported false accounts!"

"You're talking nonsense..." He Qiang turned his head and found that several hundred-dollar bills had been stuffed into the pocket of his coat at some point.

"No way..." He took the coat tremblingly and dug out a small note inside the money.

[Were you scared by the passengers today? 】

"Fuck!"

"What? Are you still justified in reporting false accounts?"

"No, I got into trouble today..." He Qiang spoke quickly and recounted what had just happened.

"Snapped--"

The eldest sister slapped He Qiang on the head and said, "You fool, how can you pay for a ride in a car? This is a reminder from the master to stop meddling in other people's business and stop asking about things you shouldn't ask about."

"Hiss—then my mouth almost got me into trouble?"

……

The safe house in the basement of the villa has begun to take shape.

Zhang Qian plans to build two safe houses, one to store ghosts and supernatural items, and one to serve as a refuge for his parents.

However, Gui Zhu doesn't have so many scruples, and he has to carry it with him for convenience.

"What's wrong? You are so anxious to get me back." Zhang Yaocheng walked into the room and saw Zhang Qian waiting for him in the living room.

"The official sent me some rewards..." Zhang Qian pointed at Guizhu and introduced its functions.

"Keep it well. Just light it up when in danger. Ordinary people can also use it."

"Good stuff...how many do you have?" Zhang Yaocheng asked subconsciously.

"There are very few at the headquarters. I only got two."

"That won't work. You should use it yourself first." Zhang Yaocheng decisively refused, "You are out hunting ghosts everywhere, and you are more likely to encounter danger than your mother and I."

(End of this chapter)