Mysterious Resurrection: I am practicing magic in troubled times

Chapter 57 Mask
"what--"

Zhang Qian held two ghosts in his hands, but his thoughts were already far away.

An unknown amount of time had passed, but he was not tired at all. He just felt a little bored and not very energetic.

It's so boring, it would be nice if I could kill two people for fun.

"Huh? What the hell?"

Zhang Qian was startled by the sudden idea, and his nerves became tense unconsciously.

His sharp eyes scanned the small room, but he found nothing out of the ordinary.

The boxes containing the ghosts were sealed very well, so it shouldn't be a supernatural leak.

Although he had been in a nursing home for a while, he was certain that his mental condition was fine.

"Psychic dialogue? Do these two ghosts have such high-end abilities?"

Zhang Qian looked at the two groups of colors gradually merging in his hand, and was a little unsure whether there was some unknown change in the grimace.

After all, Ghostface's ability is originally biased towards senses and hallucinations. Can it be regarded as a spiritual ability?

And I don’t know how much supernatural power the painting brush has given Ghostface, so it seems understandable that its ability has been enhanced.

Just in case, Zhang Qian no longer stayed in a daze for the next time, but concentrated on feeling the movement around him.

Unfortunately, until the two ghosts merged, the voice still did not appear again, as if it was just his illusion.

"Illusion... If a monk like me can really have an illusion, it would be abnormal enough..."

Zhang Qian's eyes quietly scanned the small space, trying to find the enemy that might exist.

His movements had not changed much from a few hours ago to now. If there was really a ghost, he would have attacked him long ago.

Therefore, the possibility of a ghost master carrying out a sneak attack is higher than the possibility of a wild ghost.

It wasn't until the two masses of energy in his hands completely merged and condensed into a ball that he looked back and sighed softly, "Is it really an illusion?"

Then suddenly the ghost candle was ignited with lightning speed.

The elixir has not been completed just now, and the supernatural beings are still fighting. The ghost candle will only destroy the process of elixir formation.

There is no need to worry now.

The flames ignited, but it seemed to be at a normal speed, and there was obviously no so-called supernatural attack.

Zhang Qian, who was worried, even picked up the ghost candle and patrolled the safe house twice, but still couldn't find anything unusual.

"Is it really just a trick made by Ghostface? What is this, a counterattack before death?"

Zhang Qian shook his head helplessly, not intending to spend any more time.

All the methods that need to be used have been used, so what’s the use of thinking about it more?

It's better to take the medicine first and see how much improvement you can get. As your strength increases, the number of ways to solve problems will naturally increase.

Only then did he have time to look at the elixir that took several hours and consumed a piece of ghost candle.

It was an indescribable color, black and white, but blending into each other.

"So beautiful." Zhang Qian couldn't help but sigh, and then said in admiration, "As expected of me, I can make the best elixir in the second refinement."

It is obviously solid, but its surface is constantly flowing like water. The two colors converge from time to time to form mysterious patterns, which looks very extraordinary.

"I didn't give a name last time. I can't be so casual this time."

After hesitating for a moment, he swallowed the [Yin and Yang Two Qi Pills, Who Sees Who Will Die] in his mouth.The taste is still the same and it melts in the mouth. The refined spirit did not attack Zhang Qian, but naturally integrated into his body and became part of the true energy.

The strange power was assimilated by the true energy, and at the same time the true energy was also infiltrated by the ghosts, and the original light gray deepened slightly.

Zhang Qian still cares more about changes in strength than changes in special effects.

With a thought, the true energy surged out of the body and covered Zhang Qian's handsome face.

At the same time, faint black smoke poured out from his side, covering the entire room in just the blink of an eye.

"Sure enough, I gained the ability to make faces, even stronger than the original ones. At least I spread out the black smoke faster, but I couldn't find the target. I don't know what the black smoke does... and is there something wrong with my face? What’s extra?”

He could feel the energy gathering on the surface of his skin, but his vision was not affected, and he saw nothing else within his line of sight.

He reached for his face and found something hard blocking his way.

After groping for a moment, Zhang Qiancai said with some uncertainty: "The true energy seems to have formed a mask. Is it because of Shy Ghost's ability? But it doesn't look like the faceless mask. It doesn't feel smooth and has edges. Instead, it looks more like Ghostface.”

Zhang Qian was talking to himself and walking around the room casually, seeming to be thinking about the problem.

"I don't know what it looks like. Am I the only one who can't see it, or everyone can't see it?"

Unfortunately, there was still no movement in the room.

Zhang Qian has been to every place in the room. Theoretically speaking, if there is something here, it will definitely see the mask.

The mask inherited the shy ghost's ability. Whoever looks at it will die, but no one triggered the pattern in these two rounds.

And the black smoke has been floating for so long, and no abnormality has been found.

Is it really Ghostface's death struggle?
By chance, there was a knock on the door outside. Zhang Yaocheng asked nervously from outside: "Zhang Qian, it's already 8 o'clock. How is your situation?"

He didn't try again, put away the brush and opened the door.

Zhang Yaocheng had already taken out his cell phone and was preparing to call the police. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Zhang Qian coming out.

"It's only eight o'clock, so it's still early." Zhang Qian glanced at the clock, but he didn't expect Zhang Yaocheng to come so early.

"It was the next day eight hours ago, but you just need to be fine."

Zhang Yaocheng shook his head and said nothing more, wandering about to go to the guest room to catch up on his sleep.

As for why he didn't go back to his bedroom, it was of course because he set the alarm clock for early morning and was kicked out of bed.

It's not that I'm afraid, I just dote on my wife.

"Dad, are you going in the wrong direction? The elevator is over here." Zhang Qian reminded.

Zhang Yaocheng paused and said without looking back: "I'm too lazy to leave, why don't I just lie here with you for a while?"

The door to the guest room slammed shut, and intermittent snoring could be heard faintly inside.

Zhang Qian didn't bother him, just went back to his room and made a phone call.

"Brother Ang, please don't disturb my dad this morning. You can arrange the work matters."

"Understood, please rest assured, young master, I won't let anyone disturb Mr. Zhang." Wu Lei didn't ask why, but just promised without hesitation.

In fact, the company can still run very well without Zhang Yaocheng, but as a self-made man, he still likes to go to the company in person to keep an eye on it. Watching the money flowing into his pocket with his own eyes can reassure him.

Their company has indeed gotten better and better in recent years, and has even contracted large projects such as Shangtong Building. It can be said that it is prospering.

(End of this chapter)