Strange Recovery: Harnessing Time Strangeness At The Beginning

What is pollution?

The previous Wu Jian didn't know.

Now he understands.

"Pollution is something that can make rules produce murderous impulses. It's weird... because of pollution.

in the room.

Wu Jian held a small black dot in his hand.

Look solemn.

This small black spot looks like a cloud of liquid.

In the center of the black dot, there are many small eyeballs spinning around.

While being exposed to the air, this black spot continuously released a certain kind of breath.

Under the influence of this aura, Wu Jian felt the strangeness of his control, and he began to agitate.

That was... the urge to kill.

"Could it be that Weird didn't have the urge to kill at the beginning? He didn't even have a body, and it was because of the emergence of pollution that so many rules changed to Weird and began to kill indiscriminately?"

Feel the breath produced by the small pollution in the palm.

Wu Jian felt that he had discovered a great secret.

The weirdness of this world is very likely due to the emergence of pollution, and the clusters appeared in this world.

"Then where did the pollution come from? When did these horrible and weird things form? There are also weird disasters, are they so powerful, are they also caused by pollution?"

With palms together, Wu Jian tried to use the power of Sly Hand to wipe out the power of pollution.

He found.

This group of pollution pulled out by time tricks is incredibly tenacious.

I am afraid that it is the supernatural power of Sly Hand.

It can only gradually weaken its power at a very slow speed.

"The more you know, the more you feel ignorant. This sentence is so reasonable."

Chi.

Finally, this bit of pollution in the palm of my hand was wiped away.

Wu Jian stood up with a serious expression on his face.

"Pollution distorts the rules, forming a weirdness that kills people, and I have a physique that can imprison weirdness infinitely. If I am polluted, I must find a way to kill me, this alien, otherwise I will continue to let me be imprisoned." , Sooner or later, all the weirdness will be bound to oneself.

"At that time, I will become the controller of all killing rules, and maybe even possess the ability of omniscience and omnipotence. At that time, pollution will not be able to protect itself."

"From this point of view, what I will fight against in the future should be pollution."

"That's why I fought so hard, which shows that I am too slack now."

"Sure enough, I want to imprison more weirdos."

After completing the review in his mind, Wu Jian understood what he should do next.

That's all the weirdness that prison can hold.

Then change the way of the future with the body.

"Do you look to the future with the present?"

Clenching his fists, feeling the spirituality in his body, Wu Jian's eyes flickered with light.

"I still have to get stronger."

Open your palms, and the book of life and death appears.

Wu Jian took out the weird gourd, and he wanted to imprison all the strange things whose names were displayed on the life and death battle.

In doing so, although it may touch some very terrible rules, let those old Lai whose names cannot be revealed stare at him.

But Wu Jian couldn't wait any longer.

If he develops indecently according to his initial thoughts, his future will only be the same as the projection in his dream.

Falling into a predicament, I was aggrieved and turned to my past self for help.

Now what he has to do is to burn the boat.

Break the deadlock of fate and open a new Tongtian avenue for yourself.

jingle!

He took out the clock of the Emperor of Deception, and started the ritual of worshiping the God of Deception.

There was a terrifying cold aura rippling from Wu Jian's body.

The Emperor's Clock, the Book of Life and Death, the Gourd, and the Seal of Photography.

The joint ritual composed of these strange things is enough for Wu Jian to kill all the famous weird things in the account book regardless of the distance in space.

swish!

The book flipped.

Stayed on the debtor's page.

Wu Jian glanced at the name above and raised his eyebrows.

He found it, on the second page.

The names of the dice are gone.

"This guy………"

Upon discovering this, the room's eyes narrowed.

"It seems to have fallen into her trick." "

That woman named Qian Yaoyao now seems to be more than just an ancient trick master.

She used a certain ability in the ghost casino to make her mind confused.

She didn't even strip away the trick of fate from her body.

Now this guy has stripped the name of the dice from the ledger.

"You think you can run?"

Looking at the blank debtor position, Wu Jian grinned.

to him.

Even if the debtor has already paid back the money, he still has a way to add the other party's name to the book of life and death again.

as now.

when!

The time in the left eye appeared strangely.

The perspective of the past view began to jump.

The strange power makes the time in the perspective reverse.

A strange chill gradually appeared on the book of life and death.

That was an instinctive reaction to the interference of the supernatural.

However, as the weirdness controlled by Wu Jian, these two weirdnesses not only did not conflict because of the interference of the supernatural, but combined with each other, resulting in a supernatural linkage.

Under the action of this supernatural power, a circle of blurred words began to be displayed on the life and death struggle.

[Dice: 10,000 yuan in debt. 】

This text is a little fuzzy, as if some kind of ghost is fighting against the book of life and death and the time trick.

pity.

His power is not the opponent of the top ten disasters of Time Sly and Book of Life and Death.

In the end, he was subdued and suppressed.

This line of text was also suppressed along with this spirit, and it was firmly printed on the book of life and death.

"caught you."

Raise your hand and touch the string of text lightly.

The medium follows.

The line of sight began to pull.

Wu Jian saw a dice left in a desolate place.

This place is full of grave bags.

A cold air rippling in this place.

With the input of his consciousness.

There was a terrible sound of footsteps in this place.

Da da da......

The owner of the footsteps seemed not to be wearing shoes, and there was a sound of flesh and blood touching the ground when stepping on the ground.

At the same time as this sound came, Wu Jian felt violent fluctuations in the connection between himself and the dice.

A more terrifying spirit is intervening.

"Can play..."

Feeling so, the room was calm.

He knew that Qian Yaoyao had tricked him again.

She peeled off a part of the dice and threw it into this terrible cemetery.

She obviously knew that there was something terrible and weird hidden in this cemetery.

Her purpose is to use this weirdness to deal with herself who can use the power of life and death book and time magic.

"It's so interesting."

The corners of the mouth were slightly raised, and the room couldn't help laughing.

His eyes were cold.

Having an interesting opponent is a good thing, but it is not a good thing that such an opponent is still alive.

At this time, he already had a strong murderous intention towards Qian Hanwei.

"Photo!"

Although his heart was full of killing intent, Wu Jian did not forget what his purpose was.

With one hand he was pinching the Strange Seal, and with the other he was shaking the Emperor Wei Bell.

Bending down and bowing slightly.

Wave!

The gourd plug popped open, and the kneeling bell rang loudly.

The combination of the blue smoke overflowing from the trick gourd and the eerie blue ringtones formed a light and shadow with one eye and two wings, which fled into the void with a whistling sound.

swish!

The blue smoke is like electricity, traveling through space.

It only took an instant to get from Wu Jian's room to this desolate cemetery, and flew towards the dice on the ground.

"bury"

An old and hoarse voice suddenly sounded.

A more terrifying and strange force suddenly erupted.

From Wu Jian's violently trembling perspective, he saw an old hand covered with corpse spots, grabbing towards Qingyan with a speed that looked very picturesque but was actually as fast as teleportation. .

"snort!"

Feeling so, Wu Jian snorted coldly.

He also stretched out his palm.

Paleness climbed on the hand, and the spirit body fluttered in the hand.

The space in Wu Jian's right eye began to rotate.

The spirit of space and the name lock of the book of life and death are linked.

The ghost of Sly Hand penetrated the limitation of space, and caught on this old hand covered with corpse spots.

Cold! Skinny! Hard!

Wu Jian felt the inconceivable supernatural strength contained in this old hand, holding this hand, he actually felt a tingling pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

Along with the tingling pain, traces of Niwang exuding the stench of corpses appeared out of nowhere under Wu Jian's feet.

The soil seemed to come from a cemetery, trying to bury his body.

clatter!

Feeling so, Wu Jian frowned and stomped his foot.

The supernatural explosion of the ghost leather boots directly trampled these graves into phantoms and disappeared without a trace.

These graves were suppressed, as if it had caused some kind of harm to the old hand, Wu Jian felt that the spirit in his hand suddenly weakened a little.

I will kill you while you are sick.

Wu Jian pressed his fingers hard, and directly activated the supernatural power of Sly Hand.

Click!

The sound of dislocation of joints sounded, and the bones of this old hand were squeezed into a twisted shape by him.

Suffering this kind of injury, the master of the veteran seemed to realize that his ghost was no match for Wu Jian, and silently began to retreat.

His retreat made the spiritual interference disappear.

The connection to the book of life and death became stable again.

Through this connection, Wu Jian saw a hunchbacked old man numbly looking at the direction of the dice.

over there.

The blue smoke of the trick gourd has rolled up the dice and disappeared into the air.

"Owner of the cemetery?"

The dice were taken away, and Ou's medium was disconnected.

The figure of the old man was branded in Wu Jian's consciousness.

Now, he can use the broken sword to attack the old man.

However, Wu Jian is not going to surrender to Him now.

That old man should be Wei Wei who controls the terrible rules of terror.

Will be imprisoned for pretty decent spooky powers.

Wu Jian wanted to determine where He was sitting and was attacking.

Otherwise, even if he beheaded the old man with the Broken Sword and the Strange Seal of Cutting, he would not be able to recover his spirit.

It would be too bad to do so.

.||The cemetery.....I remember seeing images of this place when I was dominating the treacherous train, maybe I should go and see how my car is doing now. "

Turning his eyes, Wu Jian looked at the trick gourd.

At this time, the blue smoke had returned to the gourd.

But the dice was miraculously not captured by the gourd.

Instead, it is suspended on the mouth of the gourd and rotates continuously.

"Um?"

Seeing this scene, Wu Yi was also taken aback.

This is the first time he has seen this kind of weirdness that he has reached the mouth of the gourd, but he can't suck it in.

"interesting."

He stretched out his hand and picked up the dice.

A cold breath poured into Wu Jian's body from the dice.

in an instant.

The illusion was born.

Wu Jian saw a gigantic river rushing against an equally gigantic water wheel that was constantly turning.

In the river, countless scenery from ancient to modern times are constantly arising and dying.

On the water wheel, all kinds of disasters and deaths are displayed.

This water wheel seems to contain all the misfortunes in the world.

The great suffering of life evolves incisively and vividly on this water wheel.

boom!

next second.

These illusions were crushed by the power that came from nowhere, and the consciousness of the room was awakened from the light of life's great suffering.

"Fate fragments, good and bad dice."

Holding the dice in his hand, the terrifying rules controlled by the dice appeared in Wu Jian's mind.

luck.

The function of this dice is very simple.

It's about manipulating fate.

One, two, and three points correspond to the three fortunes of great evil, district, and community.

Four, five and six points correspond to the three fortunes of Xiaoji, Ji and Daji.

That sounds good.

It seems that this dice is not as weird and scary as other utensils.

But Wu Jian knew.

This thing is more evil than ordinary weird props.

Because when this thing is activated, it will devour the luck of the people around it.

Let the people nearby gradually become unlucky.

At the beginning, maybe there was not much reaction. At most, it was just going out and stepping on dog poop, and accidentally fell into the sewer without a cover. (okay)

But as time goes by, this kind of fortune change will make the people who have been absorbed in the fortune feel the plot of death coming.

Passing by high-rise buildings, you will be headshot precisely by the flower pots falling from the high-rise buildings.

If you cross the road, you will be hit and killed by a drunk driver on the spot.

Even taking a bath may encounter a water heater leakage and kill you on the spot.

But when misfortune strikes.

Everything around will become a sharp weapon for killing.

And the person who uses this dice.

Die faster.

Because ordinary people only need to roll the dice once, and their luck will be absorbed by the dice, and they will experience the drama of death on the spot.

Only those who control the strangeness can rely on their own spirituality to resist the strangeness of this thing, and use a small amount of the power zone of this dice.

And Wu Jian.

can be used unlimitedly.

Moreover, he can also compress the scope of this thing's ability to absorb luck to the extreme.

Just don't enter the three-meter range centered on him when he rolls the dice.

Fortune will not be absorbed by this dice.

"The leftovers of fate are tricky, and I don't know if there is still a puzzle of fate in that woman.

Knowing the effect of good and bad dice, Wu Jian licked his lips, and a hint of greed flashed in his eyes.

He found fate interesting.

It is different from the simple and rude time and space tricks.

On the contrary, the strange power of fate has a wonderful gentleness that moistens things silently.

"God is so gentle, I think most people can't accept the gentleness of this thing."

Wu Jian turned his attention to the Book of Life and Death.

over there.

The chef's debt is constantly falling.

This Lao Lai, who is more than a dice, seems to have felt something, and began to pay back the money, wanting to get rid of the connection between the book of life and death and him.

"Want to pay back the money? How can it be so easy!"

Wu Jian looked at the other party's one thousand and one thousand arrears that kept falling, and picked up the good and bad dice.

"Just use you to test the ability of this dice."