Strange Recovery: Harnessing Time Strangeness At The Beginning

"Forehead……………

Pain, restlessness, chills.

The tainted time seems to have returned to the way it was when it was first fused by Wu Jian.

"Careless."

Blackened veins bulged around the left eye.

chug.

The strange ghosts of time began to eat away at his body.

However, Wu Jian is much stronger now than when the server was opened in the Unexpected Era.

Even if time is taken away by time tricks, he can hold on.

And he could feel that his body was adapting to the polluted left eye.

It's just that his body adapts a little slower.

It is obviously not suitable for weird organs with pollution power.

"Even the tainted weirdness can be controlled? It's outrageous."

Feeling the rebellious left eye, Wu Jian clenched his teeth and his masseter muscles bulged.

Adapt to pollution, assimilate pollution, dominate pollution.

Wu Jian suddenly felt that the way he was placed seemed to be a good one.

Pollution is a terrifying force written in the book of life and death.

If he can really adapt, or even control this power.

That means that he can eradicate this terrible thing from the root.

"I need time………"

"more time."

The pale Wu Jian connected to the other side, and his figure gradually disappeared into the room as a minister.

He needs time to get used to the pollution.

This adaptation he is not prepared to carry out in reality.

Because he could feel that his left eye was half out of control.

He can't guarantee that when he adapts to the pollution, his left eye will automatically release ghosts and rob time wantonly.

If it will, it will be a disaster.

He wants to nip the disaster in its infancy.

Wu Jian, who sneaked into the Bian'an, didn't notice that when he was leaving, his computer suddenly turned on automatically, and lines of text jumped out on the bloody screen.

[The scale goes upstream, carrying pollution, the source of contamination. 】

[Hiding the source, resting and recuperating, also changed the fate. 】

[The source and the former future have already embarked on different paths. 】

[Whether the final destination will change, no one knows. 】

[A big show has begun]

[Important characters have gradually begun to wake up, and the world has changed again. 】

【Let us give cheers and applause for the entry of these characters!】

Loud cheers and loud applause came from the speakers.

Bursts of malicious laughter filled it.

It seems that there is something that is gloating and laughing.

These changes are not clear to Wu Jian.

Now he has come to the wasteland where Gui was buried.

"This is a supernatural place, even if I lose control, it shouldn't affect reality.

Feeling the more and more painful left eye, his complexion turned pale.

Although his body is constantly adapting to the power of pollution.

But the pollution in his left eye seemed to have noticed something, and suddenly became more restless.

Fortunately, the constitution of the room is adequate.

Although the time trick in the left eye has entered a semi-recovery state because of this pollution scale.

But his Constitution can still withstand it.

"The left eye must be suppressed as soon as possible.

Feeling the time being continuously swallowed by his left eye like flowing water, Wu Jian frowned.

Although he has a lot of time himself.

But I can't bear to suck like this.

He had to control his restlessness, so that he could smoothly adapt his body to the power of pollution.

"We need to use supernatural powers to fight... There is."

Wu Jian looked at the wasteland in front of him, a gleam flashed in his eyes.

Since you want to fight against time tricks.

Then he can use his own spirituality to fight against this restless weirdness.

This used to be a cemetery.

So.

Why don't you bury yourself here?

Wu Jian has confidence in his vitality.

Even if it is buried in the grave, it will not die.

He can suppress the restless left eye by using the Burial Sly, which combines several Sly Disaster Powers.

While using its own special, to adapt to the restlessness of pollution.

"Then give it a try" `!"

Touching the cold left eye, Wu Jian opened his palm.

The Mountain of Strange Seals appeared in his hands.

He tossed it casually.

The Mountain of Strange Seals turned into a tombstone in mid-air and landed in front of Wu Jian.

There are several large characters on this tombstone.

【Wu Jian, buried here. 】

"hehe."

Feeling the spiritual calendar wrapped around him as the mountains of strange seals fell.

Wu Jian smiled slightly.

He could feel that the spirit of the Strange Seal Mountain had begun to confront his left eye.

"The train of thought is fine."

Feeling all this, Wu Jian lay down on the ground.

The supernatural power of Buried Gui was released.

"Have a good night's sleep."

"bury."

hiss...

The dark mounds gather from all directions.

Bury Wu Jian's body.

These graves piled up higher and higher, and gradually formed a grave bag like a hill.

The tombstones in front of the tomb are constantly expanding with the expansion of the tomb.

In the end, a huge tombstone was formed.

Click!

The tomb was split open, and a huge cross emerged from it.

Standing above the tomb bag.

Snake-like bulges coil around the tomb bag, covering the entire tomb bag.

Two fires were lit in front of the tombstone, forming sacrificial candles.

Fog, appear out of thin air.

Cover the grave.

Among the shadows, there seemed to be someone prostrating in the thick fog, offering sacrifices to Wu Jian who was sleeping in the briefcase.

[Reported by this station. 】

[All citizens should not leave the house at will after the sun goes down, and stay away as soon as possible when encountering strange figures, and do not pick up any strange things. 】

[Relevant units are dealing with the problem, and everyone will be able to move freely soon. 】

"What the hell!"

Looking at the text on the phone, Liu Yong couldn't help but curse secretly.

The world has been chaotic recently.

There are always some inexplicable missing persons.

Whenever this kind of thing happens.

The Public Security Bureau will block the urban area and keep people isolated at home.

This made Liu Yong who runs the restaurant very painful.

He originally wanted to expand the scale this year and do something special.

Now it seems, let alone expand the scale.

It is a blessing in misfortune that he can keep the door open.

Chi!

After opening a bottle of beer, Liu Yong swirled down half the bottle in one gulp.

He burps.

Decadently lying on the sofa.

Bang bang bang!

There was a knock on the door, and Liu Yong showed a displeased expression.

He stood up and walked towards the door.

"Who!"

No one answered the door.

Liu Yong didn't care either. He came to the door and raised his hand to open the door to see who was looking for him.

"It's so cold."

Holding his hand on the doorknob, Liu Yong shuddered.

He felt the handle of his door, as if it had been frozen in the refrigerator for Lord's Eve.

Biting cold.

He was about to open the door, but hesitated.

"It's not right, because it's not right.

Liu Yong let go of the doorknob, with a look of panic on his face.

do not know why.

He had a strange feeling.

He felt as if there was something terrible outside the door.

Staring at him maliciously.

【Buzz!】

[You who have just spun half a bottle, your mind is a bit confused. 】

【You don't know, you are making a fateful decision right now. 】

【Do you feel that the handle of the door is cold?】

【That's because He is also holding the handle~】

【You have already been targeted by him. 】

The phone is vibrating.

But Liu Yong could no longer see it.

The moment his palm let go of the doorknob.

A terrible chill has injected into his body.

With the injection of this chill.

Liu Yong's consciousness was engulfed by the strangeness.

He has turned into a strange shell.

【Unfortunately. 】

[You have lost the qualification to become a player. 】

Pale palms grabbed the phone.

Numb eyes looked at the text on the phone.

Liu Yong, whose body was occupied by the strangeness, stood there in a daze.

This scene happens all over the world.

The number of eerie and eerie masters is increasing enormously every day.

The number of deaths is also increasing rapidly.

Weird, it started to get out of control.

"Emperor Capital, Magic City, Northwest China and Qinghai have temporarily controlled the situation, but the intensity of the strange outbreaks in other cities is rapidly increasing."

Imperial Capital, Special Affairs Bureau.

After reading the report, Lu Ziyang, who was promoted, only felt a little overwhelmed for the first two days.

Now he is the acting director of the Special Affairs Bureau.

Clear most of the business of the Special Affairs Bureau.

As for the original director Song Weiguo, he has now sealed himself up with the strange seal of the word town because of the spiritual agitation in his body.

What about the length?"

Pei Xiao scratched his head and asked.

"Old Pei, we are all old friends, there is no need to make such a difference, you can just call me Lao Lu.

Lu Ziyang looked at his old teammate who was smiling all over his face, and said.

"That can't be done. The public and the private must be separated. Now that you have become the director, you must pay attention to some things."

Pei Xiao shook his head and said seriously.

"All right."

Lu Ziyang nodded and said with a heavy expression.

"Now there are a large number of strange things at home and abroad suddenly appearing, and the masters of the special affairs bureau are already too busy. According to the current state, it will not take too long for the order to collapse."

"Well, it's true, my people have reached their limit, and they must rest for a while, otherwise the weirdness in their bodies will recover."

Pei Xiao nodded and retreated, and sighed with a hippie smile.

It's not that there is a problem with his attitude, but that he has mastered the ghost smile and will laugh no matter what expression he makes.

This is a side effect of harnessing ghost laughs.

There was nothing he could do about it.

"Perhaps people from the Immortal Project can help."

Lu Ziyang crossed his hands to support his chin, and said in a deep voice.

". "Project Immortal? What is that?"

Pei Xiao looked puzzled.

"Using the country's resources to find some special talents and control the special weirdness left over from the ancient ruins."

"Those monsters possess the power of a fairy god, and all this plan is also called the Immortal Project."

Lu Ziyang did not hide anything, and told Pei Xiao about the plan to open the mountain.

As a comrade in arms who went through life and death together.

He trusted Pei Xiao.

"Oh~ sounds amazing, so the plan worked?"

Pei Xiao's eyes lit up, and his smile became a lot more real.

"Partially successful."

Lu Ziyang's eyes were far-reaching.

"Someone has successfully controlled part of this kind of weirdness, and they have become powerful masters of weirdness, but compared with the real strong, they are worthy of the title of immortal."

"The strong man you mentioned could not be the room.

Wu Jian's indifferent face came to Pei Xiao's mind.

no way.

He who had faced Wu Jian directly, never heard the word strong.

I can't help but think of him.

In his consciousness, the concept of the strong seems to have been equated with Wu Jian.

"Could it be someone else?"

Lu Ziyang thought of a document he saw.

It was sent to him by Professor Chen from the Bureau of Archeology.

At that time, he thought he was reading a novel.

But it was finally confirmed that this material is a narrative.

"But isn't Wu Jian lost contact?"

Pei Xiao asked with some doubts.

Wu Jian was indeed active some time ago, and with his presence, it was as if the world had a huge firewall.

The weirdness can't be raging at all.

But since some time ago Wu Jian disappeared.

The world began to change.

Strangeness emerges in endlessly, and horror is everywhere.

The world seems to be running wildly towards an indescribable hell.

"Lost contact does not mean disappearance, he will definitely come back."

With his hands crossed to support his chin, Lu Ziyang's eyes flickered.

"Will."

"This (Li Qianhao) is a terrible cemetery. As long as the weirdness is introduced into this cemetery, the cemetery will automatically bury the weirdness, no matter how strong the weirdness is."

A pale middle-aged man exhorted a man and a woman beside him.

The man and woman were not very old, but their faces were pale.

There is a gloomy and cold breath rippling on their bodies.

They are all trick masters.

There is only one purpose for them to come here.

Use this terrible cemetery ahead to bury the weirdness that hunted them down.

"Woooo..."

A low-pitched cry came, causing the expressions of the three of them to change.

"Run! Remember, don't step on any graves!."

The middle-aged man turned around, and ran across the doctor like a straight arrow.

In front of him was a wasteland shrouded in mist.

In the wilderness, there are many small uplifts of soil.

looming in the mist.

These are all grave bags.

There are crosses of different shapes on these grave bags.

The middle-aged man who rushed into the mist felt a chill coming from all directions, causing the strangeness in his body to fall into a state of silence.

He didn't care about that.

He has entered this cemetery several times.

Already familiar with the rules of this cemetery.

It's weird and forbidden to walk in this cemetery.

The pure weirdness will be directly buried in the graveyard of the cemetery, turning into a brand new graveyard.

Although the ghost masters will not be buried, the weirdness in their bodies will be suppressed by the ghosts here and fall into silence.

to some extent.

This place is friendly to the Trickmaster.

Because it will only suppress the weirdness here, if there is a weird recovery in the body of the trick taker.

He can choose to come directly to this place and live for a period of time.

Wait until the weirdness in the body is completely suppressed by the ghosts of this cemetery.

Get out of here and go on with your normal life.

ps: Calvin, an update today.