Mysterious Resurrection: I am practicing magic in troubled times

Chapter 56: Supporting the weak and suppressing the strong

Chapter 56: Supporting the weak and suppressing the strong
The thick ink continued to precipitate, and parts of the ghostly face began to fade, like a weathered tattoo. Although it did not disappear, the traces of its existence did fade a lot.

Fortunately, the ghost does not die, and its supernatural power does not disappear. It just drips on the shy ghost and becomes a part of the shy ghost.

"Ghost Face's supernatural power cannot withstand an attack of this level. I also wanted it to resist Shy Ghost and then wait for an opportunity to attack. I didn't expect its strength to be so low... I have to help it."

Zhang Qian said to himself and quickly found the direction.

There are two ways to go, either to weaken the fear of the shy ghost, or to increase the supernatural power of the ghost face.

Simply using Qi to suppress Shy Ghost can achieve the purpose of weakening it, but it is obviously able to deal with Ghost Face with ease, and it is still far away from the limit.

Grimace is immortal, but Zhang Qian is not. He doesn't want to take the risk of fighting a shy guy.

The clicking sound was like a countdown, urging Zhang Qian to make a decision.

"Ink grimace...Ink...I wonder if this will work?"

Ghostly hands poked out from the corners and brought a small box to Zhang Qian.

With a click, the gold box opened, revealing an ancient paintbrush.

The body of the brush is a deep wood color with some weird patterns wrapped around it. It looks like an ordinary brush.

The tip of the pen is a little moist, as if it has not dried up after such a long time, and there is still paint left by the previous owner.

And the paint happened to be blue-black.

Zhang Qian picked up the paintbrush and did not feel any supernatural erosion, as if it was just an ordinary paintbrush.

But this is just an appearance. The painter in the horror tattoo parlor once used this brush to launch a supernatural attack. If it weren't for Zhang Qian's existence, Feng Quan and the others would have been wiped out.

"Both the brush and the grimace came from a tattoo parlor. Since the grimace is made of ink, it might have been drawn with this brush."

He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Since the quality is not good and the color has faded, I will fill it in for you. Although I can't draw, it should be okay to be a colorist, right?"

Facts have proved that Zhang Qian was overthinking.

The moment the brush touches the grimace and the Qi is released, the paint on the tip of the brush spontaneously flows out.

The grimace also refused to come, and hungrily sucked up the remaining ink.

Gradually, the somewhat faded blue-black became richer again, and the depiction of the ghostly face became more realistic, with the green-black fangs even emitting a bit of cold light.

The tip of the brush began to fade, from pure black at the beginning to a mixture of black and white.

Zhang Qian was in high spirits. Sure enough, he guessed correctly. The ink of the brush came from the same source as the grimace, and the pigment on it was the best tonic for the grimace.

Ghostface's eyes moved strangely, as if he was about to transform from a mask into a real Ghostface.

In other words, it is not transformation, but recovery.

It was originally a small part of the endless black smoke in the tattoo parlor, but it was only split by Zhang Qianzhi that caused the danger level to plummet.

If there were no other distractions, the brush would be completely swallowed.

Maybe the grimace can really supplement the power and set off boundless black smoke in an instant.

Unfortunately, the Shy Guy's attacks never stopped, the ink continued to flow, and the paint remaining on the brush was almost exhausted.

This was not a useless effort, Zhang Qian could clearly feel the enhancement of the ghost face, which had surpassed the initial lossless state.

"Crack-"

The last trace of paint on the tip of the pen was absorbed, and the body of the pen cracked with a tiny crack.Wisps of black smoke emerged from around the ghost face, swaying downwards, but dissipated in mid-air before penetrating into the box.

Ghostface was still at a disadvantage, but enough was enough.

"Shy Ghost can no longer completely suppress the enhanced Ghost Face. Now it is still stronger than Ghost Face, but with my infuriating energy, it won't necessarily be the same."

Zhang Qian's eyes narrowed, knowing that his chance had come.

At this moment, most of Shy Ghost's supernatural powers were used against Ghostface, and the danger was greatly reduced. This was the opportunity he had been waiting for.

Without hesitation, a pale hand with a faint fluorescent light reached into the box and touched a hard object.

Terrifying supernatural beings gush out from the surface of the object, but the number is too small and completely unable to compete with the suppressive power of the true energy.

"As expected...it can't fight against me and Ghostface at the same time."

At this moment, the shy ghost has lost its threat to Zhang Qian. The first step of refining the elixir, neutralizing the power of the medicine, is barely completed.

But whether the two ghosts can be combined into an elixir is the most critical question.

Zhang Qian put the ghost's face on the shy ghost, then stood up carefully, and got a glimpse of its true appearance from the side.

Unexpectedly, the shy ghost turned out to be a white mask.

No, it doesn't really look like a mask, because there is no decoration on it, it is just a smooth curved surface. Perhaps it is more appropriate to call it a mask.

Its material is a bit strange. Although it is hard, it is very light. There is a faint yellowish color in the white color.

Something like...bones?
"I don't know what kind of animal it was taken from, and what kind of deformed species it must be to grow such a bone."

The ink that had just dripped did not disappear. It gathered into spots on the mask, like mottled tears.

But what it looks like is not important to Zhang Qian. He just wants to eat these two ghosts as soon as possible.

There is no way, the improvement in cultivation level cannot be compared with taking drugs.

According to Zhang Qian's estimation, the slowest method is to sit still; the second is to fight against supernatural beings and stimulate the vitality; and the most efficient method is to take drugs.

He could also increase his cultivation by meditating and exercising his Qi, but compared to taking drugs for the first time, it was just a drop in the bucket.

After confirming that the two ghosts still had no intention of resisting after contact, Zhang Qian began to refine the elixir with confidence.

However, serious monks rely on furnace fire and alchemy furnaces to make alchemy, while Zhang Qian relies on his own true energy and a pair of ruthless iron hands.

That is to say, rub it hard until the ghost is rubbed into elixir.

Two ghosts, or two ghosts, stick together, one clockwise and the other counterclockwise, rubbing regularly.

"Speaking of which, I still don't know what the principle is? It doesn't feel very scientific."

Zhang Qian was a little confused, but with the previous successful cases of ghost hands, he didn't bother to think so much.

Just rub it and that's it. Wang Xiaoming doesn't know why ghosts exist. He has also developed high-end props like ghost candles.

After withdrawing his thoughts, the two ghosts in front of him had not changed much, probably because the ghosts were more terrifying, so it was more difficult to refine their true energy.

Fortunately, Zhang Qian was not impatient. He sat cross-legged on the ground and rubbed the ghost with one hand tirelessly.

In ancient times, there was an old woman who ground an iron pestle into a needle. Today Zhang Qian is going to have two ghosts grind it into a pill.

(End of this chapter)

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