Mysterious Resurrection: I am practicing magic in troubled times

Chapter 73 Post Office: Only my injured world has been achieved
After dealing with the young man in the painting, Zhang Xianguang suddenly groaned.

Gently wiping the corners of his mouth, the white handkerchief was suddenly stained with a bright red.

Unlike the fake blood that was as thick as the paint of the youth, these were real blood.

Of course, this was not the result of the young man's indifferent supernatural attack, but the ambush from the early morning.

Zhang Xianguang originally planned to test Zhang Qian's strength in a quick battle, but he didn't expect that his defensive power was not tested, but his offensive power was experienced.

Although there were reasons why he couldn't use his full strength, the injuries caused by the supernatural attack were not fake.

"I still underestimated him before. He is obviously just a messenger on the first floor... Is this the second time he has entered the post office?"

If it weren't for the post office manager's immortality in the ghost post office, Zhang Xianguang might have suffered a terrible loss this time.

Then again, if Zhang Qian wasn't in the post office, it wouldn't be so easy for Zhang Qian to hurt him.

"He has mastered a very terrifying ghost, the attack conditions are easily triggered, and he is suspected of having the ability to stream of consciousness..."

This kind of strength is not mediocre for their generation, but they don't know how strong the ghost realm is.

But for such a person, Guiyu will definitely not be any worse.

Zhang Xianguang was still lost in thought, and Zhang Qian's voice sounded in his ears again.

"It feels like this painting is not on the same level as the lifelike paintings around it. I wonder if this is a clue?"

Zhang Qian looked around in the hall. Although the paintings on the walls were different in content, color and even style, the combination would not make anyone feel strange.

Because they all have a certain charm, the things in the paintings don't seem to be painted, but like they really exist like a landscape or a person.

As for the painting in front of Zhang Qian, there is nothing wrong with it at first glance, and it seems to be the same, but if you look closely, you will feel that it is a bit out of place.

It's like a fake painting copied from an original painting. It has its shape but not its spirit.

"Hmm...it's possible that these paintings were not painted by the same person, which is why the difference in level seems so big." Jiang Dan speculated.

"It's very possible. After all, the timing of this painting's appearance is so coincidental..."

Everything was fine last night, but the painting happened to be changed after the attack today. How could such a coincidence happen?

Zhang Qian came close to the painting, wanting to see if there was any mystery hidden in it.

"Perhaps this is the provocation of that person, deliberately placing a painting of himself here to declare his existence."

Otherwise, the mysterious person can change the painting. Wouldn't it be more convenient to just take the painting away?

Why go to the trouble of painting a similar inferior product to replace it?

Jiang Dan suddenly said, "So is he hiding somewhere nearby now, trying to see our reaction? Just like those variety show hosts who play tricks on others, hiding behind the camera and laughing at the guests."

"It's not impossible..." Zhang Qian agreed.

Before he finished speaking, an evil ghost mask suddenly formed on his face.

Jiang Dan happened to be observing the surroundings at the moment and did not notice the situation here.

Zhang Xianguang in the painting was not so lucky.

He was looking at Zhang Qian's mugshot in trance, but the grimace that suddenly appeared was no different from the jumping face kill in the game.

Even though he reacted quickly and instantly guessed that this grimace was unusual, it was already too late to close his eyes.

Caught off guard, he was actually struck by a supernatural attack with a grimace.

A few drops of blood and tears welled up from the corners of Zhang Xianguang's eyes. Even if the manager would not die, he still looked a bit embarrassed. "Are you worrying too much?" Fortunately, Zhang Qian had just a sudden idea and gave up when he saw no reaction in the painting.

"Why don't we go look elsewhere? Although we can't go to the second floor, there are seven rooms on the first floor to explore."

"Okay..." Jiang Dan readily agreed.

After looking at these portraits for a long time, I always feel a bit scary.

The voice faded away, but Zhang Xianguang did not look away for a long time.

He looked at the picture frame on the wall, the sword in his hand ready to go.

The picture frame is like glass, allowing people outside to see the situation in the picture, and also allowing people in the picture to see the scene outside.

However, what is now in the frame is Zhang Xianguang's impromptu imitation of the painting, so Zhang Qian cannot see what's going on inside.

But Zhang Xianguang himself was not affected. Not only could he see Zhang Qian, he could even launch attacks through the frame.

"Good boy...will he be the new manager?" Zhang Xianguang's eyes flickered.

There is not only one manager of the post office, Zhang Xianguang himself is the third manager, so when he felt the fluctuation yesterday, he thought it was the birth of a new manager.

"Although his strength is not weak, he is only a courier on the first floor after all. And judging from last night's test, he has no understanding of the rules within the post office, let alone controlling the entire post office."

Zhang Xianguang suddenly made a bold guess.

Could it be that this guy is not a manager, but simply stole part of the post office's supernatural power?
Not only did he succeed in prying the supernatural power from Luo Wensong, he was also able to live in the post office with great arrogance...

Can anyone really do it in this world?

Maybe, but that kind of person should also look down on places like ghost post offices.

Therefore, it can only be Luo Wensong's own acquiescence in Zhang Qian's behavior, and maybe there are elements of adding fuel to the flames.

But Zhang and Luo, this surname doesn’t seem to fit.

"No matter what, it's always an uncertainty."

Seeing Zhang Qian's figure about to disappear in the corridor, Zhang Xianguang slightly raised the sword in his hand.

"I endured your attack once, so it shouldn't be too much to pay you back again now, right?"

The black smoke space last night restricted the use of supernatural weapons, otherwise Zhang Xianguang wouldn't have stayed there for so long, just waiting for a chance to make a sneak attack.

Now that those constraints are gone, how will you cope?

Zhang Xianguang's eyes were fixed on Zhang Qian, and he swung the sword in his hand fiercely, and chose a sneak attack without any sense of martial ethics.

The attack conditions were triggered, and terrifying supernatural power surged out instantly, but Zhang Qian was not harmed at all.

A wooden door stood in front of Zhang Xianguang. The black facade was old and even had some paint peeling off, but Zhang Xianguang's knife only scratched the door.

There is no doubt that Luo Wensong took action.

Although there is only one door, it shows his attitude.

"It's not what I expected." Zhang Xianguang put away his sword and was not ready to take action anymore.

It is said that one sword is one sword. Although Zhang Qian relied on Luo Wensong's help to resist it, didn't he also rely on the ability of the manager to resist it?
Since Zhang Qian is not the manager, there is no need to kill them all. Anyway, the ghost post office belongs to Luo Wensong. He just wants the immortal status of manager.

(End of this chapter)