Strange Recovery: Harnessing Time Strangeness At The Beginning

"bury....……"

The old voice sounded again, and the hunchbacked old man raised the shovel in his hand and made a heavy clapping motion.

The rule of killing is released with this rule.

Wu Jian felt a supernatural force hitting his head.

That is the ghost of the spade.

He can hit the strange head and make it fall into silence.

To facilitate the burial of the elderly.

when!

There was the sound of metal hitting.

The ghost of the shovel was blocked by a cloud of ghost fog that appeared out of thin air.

The ghost fog that was hit collapsed on the spot.

But more ghost fog rose up.

It has resided in Wu Jian's body for such a long time.

Ghost Mist, I have merged with his body, after taking the Phantom Pill.

He has absorbed a lot of supernatural powers, and his power has become even stronger.

"...

Like a machine, the hunchbacked old man numbly raised the shovel again, wanting to hit Wu Jian again.

But at this moment, a burst of terrible footsteps gradually broke through the ghosts in the cemetery and fell into his ears.

Da da da!

That is the killing power of the footsteps of ghost leather boots.

Combining the supernatural powers related to multiple sounds, the footsteps of ghost leather boots are already very dangerous.

Enough to silence many weirdnesses on the spot.

The old man who was locked by the footsteps froze.

His spirit was affected by the footsteps of the ghost leather boots, and he had entered into a confrontation at this time, which made his body unable to move for a while.

Da da da!

Continuing to move forward, Wu Jian stepped on the shadow of the old man.

The strange supernatural happening.

Stronger spiritual suppression has emerged, and the old man's spirituality has begun to show signs of silence.

Snapped!

Stretch out your palms, and the ghost of Sly Hand rises in your palms.

Wu Jian grabbed the shovel in the old man's hand.

A cold touch came from Sly Hand.

This mud-stained shovel is like a revived eerie.

Constantly releasing the spirit that belongs to him, rejecting the suppression of Sly Hand.

pity.

It's useless.

Absorbing the power of the elusive pill, the terror in the kneeling country soared.

Terrible suppression of spirituality is not something ordinary strangeness can resist.

19!

Green smoke rises from the position where the sly hand and the shovel are in contact, and the ghost of the shovel is suppressed by the sly hand.

"Bring it!"

With a strong arm, Wu Jian snatched the shovel from the old man's hand.

The shovel is out of hand.

The spirit of the old man fell again.

The cunning ghost invades.

It directly caused the old man to fall into complete silence.

"He's just a shell."

Wu Jian opened the time trap, looked at the illusory time torch in the old man's body, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

The illusory time torch represents that this old man is not the source of the ghost in this cemetery.

He just lodged part of the ghost body, instinctively burying all the ghosts that invaded this cemetery.

"Where is the source?"

Open your palms, and the word town appears in your heart.

Wu Jian slapped and sealed this spiritual body.

Turn around and walk deeper into the cemetery.

in his hand.

The old shovel released some kind of ghost, which was echoing with a certain existence protruding from the cemetery.

"Is it the source?"

With a shovel in hand, the room walked in the corresponding direction.

While walking, he was also observing his surroundings.

He found that as he went deeper, the number of graves in the cemetery began to become sparse.

The volume of each grave bag has become much larger.

There are no tombstones in these tombs, but there are some traces of incense offerings on the tombs of these tombs.

It seems that every once in a while, there are people paying homage to these graves.

"Who is paying homage? Is it the old man?"

Passing by a grave, Wu Jian stopped.

He knelt down, looked at the burnt incense ash and the bloody wax oil, and raised his hand to touch it.

A chill full of spirituality came from these wreckages.

"Some kind of weird ceremony was once held here, and the ghosts in the grave bag were vented through the ceremony."

Wu Jian frowned as he twirled the cold incense ash left on his fingers.

For some reason, he felt an inexplicable familiarity in this gloomy atmosphere.

He recalled it and his eyes lit up.

"Sacrificing to the god of deception?"

He remembered the smell of incense ash when he had just obtained the original spell skin.

The smell is exactly the same as the incense ash here.

"Using this ritual to deal with the weirdness of burials? Interesting.

For the ceremony of offering sacrifices to the deceitful gods, the room has never been used since it was obtained.

Because he really can't find a place to use it.

Now that he has come into contact with the traces of this ritual, he has a new understanding of this ritual.

"Sure enough, it is better to travel thousands of miles than to read thousands of books, and you will learn."

Standing up, Wu Jian looked into the distance.

There seems to be a special huge tomb bag vaguely standing there.

Like a hill.

The place where the shovel in his hand echoes is there.

"And what is buried there?"

Wu Jian tightened the handle of the shovel in his hand, and quickly walked over.

A more intense chill was rippling in the air, and a strong smell of incense candles and rotting corpses came continuously.

Ruoyouwu cried again.

As if mourning for a lost existence.

An inexplicable emotion gradually rose in his heart along with the cry, and Wu Jian felt that his expression was about to be affected by the cry and change.

"Some kind of weirdness that can trigger emotions, just a change in expression, and something terrible will happen.

The hot current circulated in the body, and the strange flame that turned into body temperature directly evaporated this kind of emotion that shouldn't arise. 【

Wu Jian looked forward.

over there.

The huge grave bag has been vividly seen.

In front of this huge tomb bag stands a huge stone tablet.

The stele is full of cracks and cracks, as if it will collapse in the next second.

But under the influence of unknown forces.

This stele is still standing stubbornly, releasing some kind of supernatural power.

Suppresses the horrors in the grave.

In front of the tombstone.

There is a large altar with an incense burner on which there are two short and one long incense burners.

On both sides of the incense burner, there are two candlesticks, and two thick candles are burning with dim yellow flames.

In front of the altar.

Kneeling a large figure.

These figures covered their faces with their hands and made a cry.

Weeping cries emanated from them.

When Wu Jian saw these figures, his pupils contracted slightly, and he found that these figures were all lifelike paper figurines.

Through the hands of these paper figurines covering their faces, it can be seen that all of their faces are painted with distorted smiling faces.

On the bodies of these paper figurines, the room felt a terrifying supernatural force.

This power was absorbed by the incense burner on the altar, poured into the burning incense candles, and turned into wisps of smoke with crying and smiling expressions, floating into the huge grave mound.

"There is no collapsed tomb, what is buried here?"

Wu Jian looked at this huge tomb, feeling a little startled.

The size of the grave bag represents the strange and terrifying degree of burial.

This tomb bag is as big as a hill, and just by looking at it, one can tell how terrifying and weird the buried people are.

"Buried in the tomb."

Looking at the cracked stele, Wu Jian looked solemn.

This tombstone is obviously about to fail.

If no one cares about it, I'm afraid it won't take long for this tombstone to collapse.

At that time, the weirdness buried in this huge tomb will recover.

He wants to prevent this from happening.

As for how to stop it.

Wu Jian believes that relevant answers can be found in the book of life and death.

swish!

The book of life and death manifests in the hand.

Wu Jian turned to the page where he could ask questions.

The short time needle of his left eye twitched slightly.

Future Vision has been activated.

[Buried in this huge tomb is a silent ghostly god. 】

【He is one of the ninety-nine evil disasters. 】

[The burial of the ninety-ninth place is tricky. 】

[It is also the source of this cemetery. 】

In the trembling screen, a string of bloody words appeared on the Book of Life and Death

A trace of blood began to flow on these words.

Wu Jian used Future Vision to prostitute information for free, as if he violated some kind of taboo.

It made the book of life and death tremble slightly.

"snort!"

Feeling the chill released from the book of life and death, Wu Jian let out a muffled snort.

His face turned slightly pale.

The book of life and death integrated into the skin produced a slight backlash.

But this kind of backlash is within his tolerance.

He didn't stop peeping into the future.

[Now that the buried ghost is about to recover, if you want to silence him, you can use rituals to strengthen his suppression. 】

[You need to use the book of life and death to arrange the base of the ceremony, use the Emperor's Bell to strengthen the power of the ceremony, then use the seal of sacrifice to perform the ritual of offering sacrifices to the gods, and finally use the mask of the ancestors of the Nuo ancestors to possess the gods. 】

[Before performing the ceremony, you need to control the paper figurines outside. 】

[The paper figurine can share the ghostly spirit of burying him, making him more completely silent. 】

[When performing the ceremony of offering sacrifices to the deceitful gods, you can increase the power of the ceremony by burning paper money. 】

[Paper money is both a fraudulent currency. 】

[The more cunning coins, the better. 】

The blood on the text has already started to spout and transform into terrifying bloody arms.

Want to scratch Wu Jian.

But at the same time as these arms appeared, chains appeared out of thin air, dragging these blood-colored arms back abruptly.

It is clear.

These chains are the power of the book of life and death, and these bloody arms are the ghosts hidden in the strange book.

Being prostituted by Wu Jian for nothing, Pi Shu's supernatural powers were obviously agitated to the limit.

Want to counterattack Wu Jian.

pity.

The ghost of the leather book is just a younger brother in the book of life and death.

Under the suppression of the book of life and death.

His restless spirit could only retreat back aggrievedly.

At the same time, he no longer displays new information.

Obviously, given this information, the supernatural power of the book has reached its limit.

He has been drained and has nothing more to give.

"Dominate the paper figurine, go to the ceremony?"

Blinking his slightly dry left eye, Wu Jian nodded in satisfaction.

The enhanced time trick is really extraordinary.

After spying so much on the future, it turned out to be a little dry.

Looking up at the kneeling paper people wrapped in money in the grave, Wu Jian exhaled a breath of white mist.

The white mist spread and quickly merged into the air.

Float towards these paper figurines who are still crying.

Wisps of ghost mist gradually invaded their bodies along the gaps in the paper figurines.

The connection is made.

The ghost mist soaked the bodies of these paper figurines, interfering with their

supernatural.

Following the invasion of these spirits, the paper people stopped crying one after another, and the smiling faces painted on their faces gradually turned into expressionless indifference.

While the paper figurines were changing.

The incense smoke drifting toward the grave gradually returned to its normal appearance.

With the change of incense.

The towering stone monument suddenly made a tremor.

Click!

More cracks appeared.

Losing the cries of the paper figurine, the spiritual balance here is broken.

The stone tablet suppressing the burial will not hold up anymore.

But at this moment, a crisp bell rang suddenly.

Ring ring ring!

Wu Jian, who was holding the Emperor's Bell, walked quickly towards Gong Xia's direction.

He spread his other free hand.

A spell skin with complex patterns appeared in his hand.

This is the original spell skin.

The ritual pedestal that he separated from the book of life and death.

With a wave of his hand.

Throw this curse skin in front of the altar.

Wu Jian stepped up and stood up.

As he landed, the cold power began to radiate from the original spell skin.

Under the action of this force.

The incense of the incense candles on the table gradually transformed into the shape of chains.

These chains seemed to be nothing, but they sent out bursts of impact injuries like 673 gold and iron in midair.

These incense chains circled along the original route and penetrated into the giant domain.

hiss!

The infusion of incense chains gave Wu Jian a wonderful sense of connection.

He felt that he seemed to have an inexplicable connection with the strangeness buried in the giant tomb.

This connection let him know that the weirdness under this huge tomb has not yet fully recovered, but is in a state of slight restlessness.

"Is it weird to bury?"

Feeling this strange breath, the spirit of the room shook.

He could feel the unusually high intensity of the horror of this buried treachery.

He is a complete and terrifying god.

"Can I successfully imprison such a guy?"

Licking his lips, Wu Jian became a little nervous.

The complete ninety-nine deceitful disasters.

It was the first time he faced it.

The horror he encountered last time was not as scary as this burial.

Because the fear he faced at that time was just a clone of this ghostly god.

And this burial trick is the body.

"Try it!"

Taking a deep breath, Wu Jian's expression became firm.

Ring ring ring!

The Emperor's clock kept shaking.

The sound of a bell melted into the incense and injected it into the burial.

A trace of ghost mist completed the invasion of the paper figurines. Under Wu Jian's control, the paper figurines kneeling on the ground turned into distorted weeping expressions.

They clasped their hands together and raised them high, their waists bent slowly, and their heads touched the ground.

A little bit of faint yellow flames ignited from above the fingertips of their raised hands, sending out chains of incense like chains, rushing into the huge tomb.

Under the influence of these paper figurine incense.

The restless burial ghost in the huge tomb gradually became silent.

feel the change.

Wu Jian's eyes lit up, and he took out the Nuozu mask and put it on his face.

The cold mask clings to the skin.

With the mask covering his face, the same breath began to touch Wu Jian continuously.

That is the deceitful god that Nuo Zu's mask can communicate with at this time.

Wu Jian didn't pay attention to the response of these ghostly gods, but raised his empty hand, and made out the ghostly seal of sacrificial characters.

hiss!

With the formation of this strange seal.

The joss sticks on the table burn quickly.

A thick column of incense smoke exploded.

The smoke column was like a dragon, and it was divided into two strands.

It is generally injected into the giant tomb.

Another strand enveloped Wu Jian.

in the plume of smoke.

The Nuozu mask on Wu Jian's face gradually began to change.

The simple and clumsy mask gradually became sharp and angular.

The color became dull and black, with inexplicable lines attached to it.

At the same time as the mask changed, Wu Jian's body also began to mutate.

His flesh turned gray-white like earth and stone, and lines emerged on it, connecting with the lines on the mask.

The decadent and low spiritual power rippling on his body.

An urge to bury everything rose in his heart.

at this moment.

Wu Jian seemed to have transformed into a deceitful god.

Bury all deceitful gods!.