Mysterious Resurrection: I am practicing magic in troubled times

Chapter 72 Zhang Xianguang

"What do you call this senior? I think there may be some misunderstanding between us." The young man's voice was hoarse, trying to find a way for himself to survive. "You and I have no conflict. I can be your subordinate, no matter what you want to do. I can cooperate with you."

"Zhang Xianguang." The man put away his sword, "You just need to answer my questions truthfully."

"no problem."

The young man breathed a sigh of relief. He felt that the name was familiar, but after thinking about it carefully, he had no impression of it.

But it would be nice to be able to communicate... He was afraid that he would meet those lunatics who had gone insane after staying in the painting for too long.

"If I know the answer, I won't hide it. But can you let me go after you ask? I promise not to tell this matter."

"Did you see something unusual last night?" Zhang Xianguang asked, minding his own business.

"Then..." The young man wanted to say more, but the sword in Zhang Xianguang's hand made a beautiful sword flower, and the meaning was self-evident.

The situation was stronger than the man, and the young man had no choice but to surrender.

"Last night, let me think about it... the only difference was probably that I met a strange young man. He said he had a way to save me."

"Of course I didn't believe it at first, but..."

Although he was answering the question, the young man delayed as much time as possible.

This Zhang Xianguang didn't know how to beat the devil he controlled into near silence. Even after a long time, it was still not enough to recover.

"You will never believe what he did." The young man deliberately let it slip.

"He actually sent me a letter. It's the kind of letter that a messenger usually sends. It's light yellow..."

"Like this?" Zhang Xianguang interrupted the young man's nonsense and casually grabbed it in the air with his free left hand.

A light yellow envelope suddenly appeared in his hand.

But unlike Zhang Qian's fake letter, the letter in Zhang Xianguang's hand can really start a messenger mission.

"You...you can actually control the post office." The young man stumbled a little.

The post office manager that countless people in the painting want to find is actually one of them?
No, if Zhang Xianguang was a manager, he wouldn't be in a place like this, so he should only have some power.

But the news is shocking enough and I believe it will attract many interested people to take action.

For example, Yang Xiao, who is known as a nightmare, with him taking the lead and other ghost masters, even the real administrator has to stand down.

"Just got a letter..." Zhang Xianguang was thoughtful.

His control over the post office cannot be called comprehensive. After all, he did not establish the ghost post office. Although he is called a manager like Luo Wensong, his authority is much smaller.

Last night he just sensed a strange fluctuation here, but he didn't know what it was.

The only problem is figured out, and there is no need for this young man to exist.

Zhang Xianguang raised the sword, "Do you have any last words?"

"I just want to live. I can promise not to tell anyone else about you." The young man moved his body hard, trying to delay the last moment.

The evil ghost in his body was quickly reviving. He didn't want to kill Zhang Xianguang, as long as he could repel him for a moment.

"Kakaka-"

The young man's head slowly turned back. This angle had exceeded the limit of ordinary humans, so that the skin on his neck was squeezed out into spiral-like patterns.

This is of course not self-mutilation, but some kind of supernatural means.

As long as he turns his head behind him, his target will do the same uncontrollably.

The young man once used this trick to test Zhang Qian, but unfortunately the supernatural power of the person in the painting could not be affected outside the painting.Not only that, but the stumps scattered around have also undergone some unknown changes.

Those limbs trembled for a while, then stood up strangely, and then wandered on the floor together.

It was as if something invisible had spliced ​​them to the body and regarded them as its own limbs.

Zhang Xianguang's expression did not change at all, "I don't need your guarantee, I have a better way."

The big knife in his hand fell, ignoring the obstruction of supernatural beings and flesh and blood, and sliced ​​open the young man's neck as easily as cutting through the air.

The head rolled towards the ground, but the action of the sword did not stop.

The rusty blade swung in the air, drawing an arc in front of the man.

Just for a moment.

Some kind of terrifying supernatural power erupted silently, affecting those squirming hands and feet through the air.

The stump of the limb that was about to make a sneak attack suddenly froze, and then collapsed to the ground as if it had lost control.

A ghost invisible to ordinary people was split open. Even if it didn't die, it still had to wait for an opportunity to recover.

With just one strike, the young ghost master who controlled the two ghosts completely lost the ability to resist.

But then the head rolled to the corner, completely lifeless.

"Last chance, do you have any last words?" Zhang Xianguang pointed the knife at the head, with some kind of sticky scarlet liquid still on the tip.

The vitality of ghost masters varies, and most ghost masters have fatal injuries if their internal organs are damaged.

But the young man's head had long been replaced by a ghost, so a minor injury like losing his body was not enough to kill him.

Sure enough, the head spontaneously rolled to the man's feet, revealing the young man's malicious eyes.

"You and I are both people in the painting. Even if we master the post office, we still have to stay in the painting. Why do we have to kill them all!"

Even though there is no chest, the supernatural power still maintains the young man's ability to speak, but the intonation of the voice is very weird, not like a human being, but like it comes from the mouth of a ghost.

"What a pity. I thought you would ask me to bring a message to my family."

After the young man finished speaking, Zhang Xianguang exerted force with his right hand, and the tip of the broadsword plunged straight down.

He was not going to answer the young man's question. He was just a dead man. Why did he know so many secrets?

Not the slightest surprise.

Guitou's supernatural power was instantly defeated, and the young man's vitality was completely cut off after losing the support of his supernatural power.

His pupils dilated, and his eyes widened with the desire to survive, but the light in his eyes eventually dissipated feebly.

But such a tragic situation did not waver Zhang Xianguang in the slightest. He pulled out the big knife with an expressionless face, raised his right foot and stepped on it hard.

There was no scene of blood flying everywhere as imagined.

The head actually sank into the floor and began to sink slowly.

Until the head completely disappeared, no trace could be seen on the floor, as if they were the same thing.

Not only that, the stumps and blood stains left by the young man... all turned into some kind of scarlet viscous liquid, and quietly got into the gaps between the wall and the floor.

The people in the paintings are paintings first and then people, even the ghosts in them are no exception.

(End of this chapter)