Mysterious Resurrection: I am practicing magic in troubled times

Chapter 69 Qingyi Ancient House

Tian Hao looked at the two people whispering and felt a little envious. Zhang Qian was really a double standard. He was so cold to him and so kind to Wang Shang.

Now I might be giving Wang Shang some tips on what to pay attention to when dealing with supernatural events.

He curled his lips, and although Tian Hao felt very sad in his heart, he still said firmly: "Yeah, in order to please Zhang Qian, I became a licking dog. When the Dragon King comes back in the future, I will let you see what it means to be a real strong man."

The other two people were lying on the sofa and sleeping soundly like pigs. Tian Hao, who prided himself on being extraordinary, naturally disdained to be with them and would rather stay alone.

Although he wanted to explore alone, he didn't dare to go far. He didn't have the courage like Wang Shang.

Not to mention the corridor, Tian Hao didn't even dare to enter the toilet or bedroom. He only dared to wander around the living room.

What's the difference between looking here and there and touching a scenic spot?

The wooden floor creaked as he stepped on it. The wood boards had been miraculously maintained and had not turned into powder over the course of more than 100 years, but they were still in a state of disrepair.

Their owners didn't care much, so these fragile yet strong wooden boards have been working until now.

Tian Hao also discovered this and deliberately made a big noise to attract Zhang Qian's attention.

However, before Zhang Qian could scold him, someone slapped him on the back of the head, "What are you doing here? Can't you find a place to go to the toilet?"

"You!" Tian Hao turned around dissatisfied, wanting to get angry when he saw Brother Hu's strong body but also a little weak.

But Brother Hu couldn't tolerate him and glared back unceremoniously, "What are you looking at? Are you looking for a slap in the face?"

He happens to be in a bad mood, isn't this a punching bag for him?

"I..." Tian Hao wanted to give in, but found that several other people had also looked over, and he stayed in place because he couldn't lose his dignity.

Not going in, not going back.

Tian Hao's eyes rolled, and he chose to change the topic, "I am looking for envelopes and contributing to the team. This is the task assigned by Brother Qian before. Do you dare not to comply?"

Seeing Tian Hao moving out Zhang Qian, Brother Hu couldn't say much, so he could only follow his words and said: "Tch, have you found it? What's the use of only talking but not doing anything?"

"No need to argue, the letter has already appeared." Zhang Qian interrupted their chat and walked straight to the coffee table.

There were things brought by several people on the coffee table, including lighters, snacks, mobile phones... These things were piled on it in a disorderly manner, and no one paid attention to it before.

But at some point, an unsealed letter was placed neatly on the coffee table.

The four sides of the letter happened to be parallel to the four sides of the coffee table. It was obvious that the person who put the letter down was a very rule-abiding person.

Or maybe it's just a ghost.

But the letter wasn't the bloody red color of the first mission, and it didn't have that creepy feel at all.

It's a bit like a daily envelope. Although there is no recipient and address left on it, it still looks ordinary and ordinary.

"Sure enough, it's different from the first time..." Zhang Qian said disappointedly.

The first mission was an extremely dangerous red letter, and now sending ordinary letters feels a bit unremarkable.

"This should be the normal letter that Brother Yong said. Our first letter delivery mission is obviously abnormal." Wang Shangdao.

"Although it's not normal, I have met a top ghost controller like Xun Can, and even got to know Luo Wensong after completing the mission." Zhang Qian said curiously, "It's better to be ordinary, at least it's safer, but this kind of receiving messages How will the devil deal with it?"

The first recipient of the letter was Xun Can, who obviously exceeded the limit of the messenger's ability, so Luo Wensong personally defeated him.But in ordinary times, an ordinary evil ghost wouldn't ask Luo Wensong to do it himself, right?

"The post office is going to let us solve it ourselves? One-stop service for letter delivery and burial." Wang Shang said.

"Unlikely. The messenger only has the responsibility of delivering letters. He can evacuate at any time after delivering the letters." Zhang Qian shook his head slightly.

To put it bluntly, most messengers have no ability to fight against evil ghosts, and some messengers have even never heard of ghost controllers.

At least that's what Gao Yong's intelligence says. The messenger can only rely on luck and brains to survive the mission.

Not to mention controlling ghosts, occasionally a crudely made supernatural item is enough for the messenger to treat it as a treasure.

"Well, Brother Qian... Now that this letter has come out, can I leave?" Brother Hu found the right moment to interject.

Whoever wants to be treated in this poor place is not interested in these stories about gods and ghosts. At worst, he can find a temple and burn two sticks of incense to pray for peace.

"Don't worry, wait until the address appears." Zhang Qian said.

After a while, the envelope was still lying quietly without any change.

no change?
shouldn't be...

Zhang Qian recalled the details of the last letter he sent. When the letter appeared, he picked it up and wrote the address in his own hand...

"So do you have to pick up the letter before the address will appear?" Zhang Qian said to himself.

It's really rigid. It's worthy of being something made by a supernatural being. It's like a machine and can't make a single mistake.

"Is there any curse on this thing?" Tian Hao guessed, "Is it possible that the need to deliver a letter is actually a lie? If we don't take it, can we just put it here?"

"Haha, if you don't take it, you'll die suddenly." Wang Shang felt that this year's newcomers were very difficult to lead. The two of them probably didn't listen to the explanation last night.

After saying that, Wang Shang picked up the letter without hesitation, not caring about whether it was a curse or not.

The letter just left the table.

The signature pen someone left on the coffee table suddenly rolled around, and gurgling ink seeped out from the tip of the pen, dripping onto the table and crawling like a little snake.

The black ink crookedly pieced together some writings, which were combined to form a sentence.

"Within seven days, the letter will be delivered to the owner of Qingyi Ancient House."

It was obvious that this was the letter delivery task. The way the handwriting appeared was still magical, but Zhang Qian paid more attention to the address.

"Qingyi Ancient House? Which scenic spot is it?"

The address of the last mission was even accurate to the house number, but this time I gave it a name. What if there are duplicates?
The other three people present were also confused. Apparently they had never heard of this place.

"Forget it, I'll check it out myself then and leave my contact information so you two can leave." Zhang Qian reminded, "I will send you a message after the mission is completed. Remember to prepare seven days in advance."

"Okay okay."

As soon as Zhang Qian finished speaking, Brother Hu ran out like a runaway dog, opened the door in the blink of an eye and planned to leave.

What seven days?What preparation?
When the time comes, he will go to the temple to stay overnight. If these ghosts are capable, go there and catch him.

(End of this chapter)