Mysterious Resurrection: I Don't Have Any Hacks

After passing through a terrifying corridor, Zhang Qing and his companions finally came to the end of this strange cell.

At the end, there was a thick bluestone brick wall.

In front of the wall, there was an old wooden table, like an office desk.

There was an old desk lamp on the table. The lamp was on at the moment, and the light was yellow and dim, only illuminating the vicinity of the wooden table.

"Finally, I'm at the end. I can't hold on any longer."

A look of surprise flashed in Wan Tong's eyes.

Although he had not been attacked along the way, his heart trembled when he thought of the imprisoned evil spirits.

He had noticed before that some of the cell fences were damaged.

In other words, the cells here were not as strong as imagined.

Evil spirits can break through.

If they happened to encounter an evil spirit breaking through the cell, they would most likely be targeted by the evil spirit.

Given the current state of the three of them, the possibility of a group annihilation would be too great if they encountered an evil spirit.

Fortunately, they finally saw the end now.

After seeing the end, the three of them were suddenly shocked, and then walked over quickly.

As they approached, they found a table there.

It was a very old-fashioned workbench.

On the table, there was a desk lamp, providing a little light.

With the help of the light, Zhang Qing and his friends found that there was a bottle of black ink on the table, with a fountain pen stuck on it;

Next to it were several notebooks with yellowed paper, which seemed to have unfinished notes.

"It seems that someone once lived in this place, but now the person is gone." Zhang Qing's eyes flashed with a thoughtful look.

At this time, Wan Tong's eyes were looking around;

"There is no pendulum clock here, and the missing mysterious president is also not here. It seems that we have failed."

Wan Tong's eyes suddenly dimmed, and at the same time, there was obvious disappointment on his face.

At this time, Zhang Qing didn't care about who left these things in front of him, but remembered the purpose of their trip.

He took two steps slowly with very unsteady steps, and then carefully looked at the surrounding situation.

He found that there were indeed no objects like pendulum clocks here.

And he was sure that there should be no one in this place recently.

"It seems that we have done useless work this time."

If it were normal times, they might still be in the mood to explore the secrets here, but now they don't know when Yang Jian will catch up.

Even if Yang Jian didn't catch up, those imprisoned evil spirits were not sure when they would target them.

Under the threat of death, they were no longer interested in exploring the secrets.

"The owner of the old house spent so much effort to hide the existence of this place. I don't believe there is nothing useful."

Liu Baimu, who only had his head left, looked a little excited.

He is the worst now. Although he is barely alive, this state will not last long.

If he can't find the pendulum clock, then there is absolutely no chance of survival.

Originally, this place was the place where he placed his last hope, but now he found that there was no pendulum clock as he imagined.

"It's not time to give up now. This place is definitely not as simple as we see. You should look for it first and see if there are any new discoveries."

Liu Baimu is not someone who gives up so easily.

Hearing his words, Zhang Qing and Wan Tong couldn't help but frown.

After a short silence, the two began to search again.

"How is it, did you find anything special?"

Since there was only one head left, Liu Baimu could not do many things and could only rely on Zhang Qing and Wan Tong.

"No, I have carefully checked this table. Apart from the few things on the table, there is nothing else worth noting."

Zhang Qing and Wan Tong carefully explored the wooden table.

"Then take a look at the things on the table to see if there are any clues." Liu Baimu still did not give up.

This time Zhang Qing and Wan Tong did not hesitate and directly checked the desk.

But out of caution, they did not dare to touch anything on it casually, for fear of breaking a certain balance and making the situation here worse.

Soon, they checked everything on the table.

There seemed to be nothing unusual on the desk except some notebooks.

However, one notebook was still open.

But they did not act rashly, because they could not be sure that these notes were carrying some terrible curse of immortality.

Therefore, Zhang Qing and Wan Tong stretched their necks and moved over.

The next second.

Both of them couldn't help showing puzzled expressions on their faces.

There were some words on the open notebook.

But the handwriting was very strange, like symbols, and it seemed that the strokes were missing, not complete at all, and there was no way to recognize the handwriting on it.

But the only thing that was certain was that the handwriting on it was written by a living person.

And judging from the handwriting, the last writing should be within a month.

In other words, within a month, someone had used this notebook here and even recorded something on it.

But the records on the notebook were like symbols, and could not be interpreted at all. No matter how you flipped through it, you couldn't recognize the content on it.

"How is it, still no discovery?"

After a while, Liu Baimu saw that Zhang Qing and the other two did not speak, and he could not help himself.

Zhang Qing glanced at Liu Baimu, and then shook his head directly.

Seeing this, Liu Baimu's eyes suddenly became a little dim.

At this time, Liu Baimu seemed to have accepted his fate, and he closed his eyes directly, his breath was cold, and there was no movement, as if he was dead.

A trace of sadness flashed across Zhang Qing's face.

This was not because of how good his relationship with Liu Baimu was, but simply because of the rabbit's death and the fox's grief.

Now they are all in the same boat.

Now it is Liu Baimu, and no one knows when it will be his turn, or Wan Tong's.

"Liu Baimu, are you okay? Do you have any good ideas now?"

Zhang Qing hesitated as he looked at the pale head on the table, and didn't know what to say for a while.

"It seems that I won't live long now. Without a body, it is not enough to rely on the pendulum curse to prolong the time of death."

Liu Baimu's tone was calm and a little weird.

But he still spoke without opening his eyes.

Liu Baimu was also a little discouraged at this time.

Although he didn't want to die, judging from the current situation, he was in danger and would most likely die here.

He felt a little wronged, but at the same time he felt helpless.

Liu Baimu was confident that even if he faced Yang Jian head-on, he would still be able to resist.

But Yang Jian, this kid, didn't have martial ethics and directly used supernatural items to attack him from a distance, not giving him any chance to respond.

This made Liu Baimu feel very aggrieved.

But the confrontation between ghost riders was like this, and everyone had the opportunity to kill the other party.

This time, Yang Jian directly chose to strike first, which was the right approach. If it were Liu Baimu, he would do the same.

Liu Baimu finally sighed deeply and stopped talking.

It seemed that he had accepted the cruel reality of his impending death.

Seeing him like this, Zhang Qing and Wan Tong could only look at each other.

They didn't expect that Liu Baimu would have a day when he was desperate.