Mysterious Resurrection: I am practicing magic in troubled times

Chapter 54 Ink Grimace
"Clap."

The desk lamp was turned on, and the bright white light illuminated the dark safe house.

The room was somewhat empty, the only furniture being a folding table in the center of the room.

Some gold vessels were piled in the corner of the room, among which several red vessels stood out.

It contains all the ghosts in Zhang Qian's hands, which will soon be turned into food for his improvement.

It just needs some processing before that, that is, making the elixir.

"It would be great if we could just start eating. Unfortunately, there is a high chance of indigestion if we do so." Zhang Qian felt a little regretful.

The consequences of swallowing a ghost alive should not be too good. Just like in the classics, no one would eat medicinal herbs alive.

Taking the medicinal materials directly will result in death from poisoning at best, but swallowing the ghost alive may lead to being controlled by the ghost and become a ghost slave.

Even if he is not controlled, it is equivalent to having a fierce ghost attacking him continuously inside his body, which makes him feel sour just thinking about it.

"With the post office's letter guarantee, it shouldn't be a disaster, right?"

For him, the unused letter was his biggest trump card. Especially after seeing a little bit of Luo Wensong's power, the letter from the ghost post office seemed even more high-end.

However, there was only one letter, so Zhang Qian still planned to use Wang Xiaoming's new invention first.

A golden candlestick was taken out by Zhang Qian and stood firmly on the table.

Then he took out a blood-red candle and gently inserted it into the candlestick.

Under the illumination of the light, the ghost candle appears crystal clear and as bright as a gem.

"Wang Xiaoming's two ghost candles arrived just in time, otherwise I wouldn't have dared to release these ghosts casually."

After seeing so many terrifying ghost masters and ghosts, Zhang Qian also knew that not all ghosts in this world were losers like Gui Shou.

So far, he has never opened the golden box to explore the ghost's supernatural power.

Especially the shy ghost that Wang Xiaoming gave him, which was said to die on sight, sounded too scary.

He didn't dare to bet on whether his true energy could withstand the attack.

"Let's try the effect of the ghost candle first..."

Zhang Qian walked towards the corner and reached out to pick up a box.

Just before touching the box, his hand paused and he picked up a small box.

Let’s start with ordinary ghosts.

The gold box fell on the table, and scarlet paint covered its periphery, indicating that a certain evil ghost was imprisoned inside.

With a click, the lock was unlocked, and bursts of green and black smoke came out of the cracks in the box.

A cold atmosphere filled the air, the desk lamp began to flicker, black smoke flowed along the table to the floor, and soon accumulated a thin layer.

"The ghosts in the tattoo parlor seem to be all of this color. One or two can be said to be a coincidence. But there are hundreds of them in Canxun. I don't know if they are deliberately collected, or if he has the ability to transform or even create powerful ghosts. .”

The familiar colors brought back Zhang Qian's memories, and he couldn't help but think of that very handsome man.

Xun Can, who rules hundreds of ghosts, must have been a top boss even in the Republic of China.

Suddenly from the Republic of China to the modern era, once the tattoo parlor recovers, it may become the only overlord in this era where no two ghost masters can be found.

By then, no matter whether he wants to destroy or save the world, no one can stop him.

"It's a pity that Xun Can missed Luo Wensong's existence. Not only is he stronger than him, but he has also been wary of him. He just showed symptoms of recovery, and the post office immediately issued a task. How could it be such a coincidence."

But generally speaking, there are still many big shots in the tattoo parlor, countless ghost masters of the Republic of China, the darkness that swallows the ghost masters, mysterious tattoo artists...

But it does not include the evil ghost in this box.

After despising the grimace in his heart, Zhang Qian no longer delayed, opened the lid and took out the phantom of a mask.

The translucent mask seems to be made of condensed ink, and the image of the green-faced and fanged ghost is lifelike.

But it just looked terrifying. The supernatural power was suppressed by the zhenqi in Zhang Qian's body, and there was no sign of recovery at all. "The receptionist was killed by me. I wonder what this ghost's ability will be?"

Zhang Qian let go of his hand with some curiosity and placed the mask flat on the table.

Losing its suppression, the black smoke that had just dissipated overflowed again, like dry ice exposed to the air.

"Except for being a little cold, I don't feel anything else. Could this ghost be used as an air conditioner?"

The front desk is responsible for welcoming guests, so it seems reasonable to equip him with an air conditioner...

However, the green and black smoke did not stop because of his random thoughts, but instead surged faster and faster.

The desk lamp had long been extinguished. Zhang Qian glanced at the smoke that filled most of the room, and secretly prepared to be attacked.

He didn't believe there was such a kind and harmless ghost. The only possibility was that the ghost's attack required these smokes as a prerequisite.

Sure enough, the moment smoke filled the room.

Zhang Qian's eyes were dazzled, and he suddenly found himself back in the hall of the tattoo parlor.

There is endless smoke all around, and the distance is too far. Even with the blessing of true energy, you can only see darkness.

He was shaken for a moment and then reacted.

"Teleport? No, I'm in a safe house. Unless Ghostface can break the golden rule, it's impossible to pull me out."

There may be such terrifying ghosts, but they certainly won't appear in such little gatekeepers.

"So it's an illusion again?"

This ability is not unfamiliar to Zhang Qian. It is a skill that is very suitable for Yin people. Li Yan relied on this trick to trick him.

Realizing that his vision was disturbed, he simply closed his eyes and tentatively touched in front of him.

Pressing down with his palm, he hit a cold surface.

"I remember it was here..."

After groping for a moment, Zhang Qian grabbed something cold into his hand.

The suppression of zhenqi took effect, Zhang Qian's vision slowly returned to normal, and the empty hall turned back into a small room.

The ghostly face lay quietly on Zhang Qian's hand, showing no sign of resistance.

"It's an average ability...even if it swings forward a lot, it doesn't have much attack power, and it only affects vision. It's not as good as the ghost controlled by Li Yan."

The smoker directly pulled Zhang Qian's consciousness into the illusion, leaving his body completely defenseless.

"Forget it, it's good to have a weak point. At least you're not afraid of overturning."

The suppression was released again, and Ghostface honestly began to recover.

Zhang Qian picked up the ghost candle with his left hand and already held the lighter with his right hand.

The surrounding environment changed back to the hall, and he was about to light the ghost candle, but found that there seemed to be something in the darkness.

It seems to be a... face?

"Is the supernatural attack starting now?"

The ghostly face floated in the air and flew closer and closer. Zhang Qian pressed the lighter without hesitation.

"Snapped--"

An invisible flame ignited, and he tilted the ghost candle in his hand slightly, letting the flame light the wick.

A ball of orange light bloomed, breaking through the darkness and shrouding Zhang Qian's side.

In just a moment, the black smoke dissipated without a trace, and the ghostly faces in the sky disappeared, leaving only the ink ghost lying dead on the table.

(End of this chapter)