Strange Recovery: Harnessing Time Strangeness At The Beginning

That night.

The moon hangs high.

Because of the special existence of Wu Jian, Huaxia did not cause too much social turmoil due to the strange recovery.

People should go home after get off work.

The entertainment of the entertainment.

Life is ordinary, but safe.

"hateful!"

In a female dormitory of a certain high school.

An obese girl with an average appearance was looking at a short video on her mobile phone with a grim expression.

in this short video.

It perfectly performed a good show that reversed black and white, and turned it upside down.

After the bully was stopped, he arrogantly insulted the students who stopped him.

After the teacher came, he pretended to be a bullied person again.

It is astonishing and shameless.

And the protagonist of this short video is this girl.

"He even posted the video online, how dare he!"

The girl clenched her fists, her eyes flustered.

Although she is bad, she is not stupid.

She knew very well what kind of afterlife she would encounter after this incident was exposed.

"No, we must find a way to suppress the heat of this matter. The second uncle works in the Education Bureau, so there should be a way."

The girl watched the video on her phone, gnashing her teeth and turning her head.

She didn't notice that her face was getting paler and paler as her mind turned.

A cold breath was rising from her body, and some kind of terrible thought inexplicably appeared in her heart.

"Damn it, men should die, girls should be pampered, how dare he do such a thing..."

"Damn..."

"Damn..."

"Damn it all!"

Drooling left from the corners of his roaring mouth, his pale face was completely distorted, the woman's eyes widened, black blood streaked in the whites of her eyes.

With a quick tap of her finger on the phone, a brand new post was quickly edited.

【Family, who knows...】

Inexplicable spirituality was injected into the post with the appearance of the text.

A post with murder rules was sent to the Internet as the girl clicked the send button.

"hey-hey..………"

Look at the words sent successfully on the phone screen.

The girl let out a creepy laugh.

puff!

The next moment.

A blood mark appeared on her chest.

The smile on her face suddenly froze.

The bloodstains were expanding rapidly, and the terrifying coldness swept across the whole body from the wound, making the girl's eyes flash with a trace of bewilderment.

what just happened

What's wrong with me?

With full of doubts.

The girl's consciousness was plunged into darkness.

almost at the same moment.

All over the country, many of the women who were posting had a wound on their chest and collapsed to death.

Without exception, their faces were all so pale that they were not alive.

The body even gave off a putrid smell like a dead body.

"Solved some."

imperial capital.

National Information Processing Center.

The judge in Wu Jian's hand twisted slightly, and then disappeared in his hand.

in front of him.

Hundreds of displays lit up.

Most of these display screens have turned into a state of snowflakes.

These display screens have just been used as a medium for Wu Jian to release the judge's killing rules, assassinate all the women possessed by some kind of weirdness, and now they are all damaged.

"The source of this weirdness is not in reality."

"Isn't it real?"

Lu Ziyang felt the strangeness in his body gradually recovering from the silent state following Wu Jian retracting the sword, and his expression was a bit complicated.

The gap is too big.

Just now Wu Jian just pulled out the judge.

The aura emanating from this terrifying ancient sword made him control it strangely and silently.

he knows.

At this time, Wu Jian already possessed a terrifying power that he couldn't comprehend.

"Well, he should be hiding in a certain gap, and he should have the consciousness of a living person, otherwise he wouldn't be so cunning."

Wu Jian opened his hand.

The strange spirit of the furnace rises in the palm of his hand.

Some kind of supernatural connection connects him to the corpse of the woman he assassinated.

Then he pulled hard.

A trace of floating things fell into his hands.

"This is……………"

Lu Ziyang frowned looking at these floating things.

These are some long black hairs.

There was a faint ominous breath flowing from the long hair, which made his skin tingle.

"A little trace left by the other party."

The time trick in the left eye beats slightly, and the power of time freezes the time of the black hair, making it impossible to dissipate directly.

Wu Jian began to search through the connection of time.

His perspective is constantly stretching.

Images kept flashing in his eyes.

These images continue to appear in the figure of a woman.

These women have different appearances, and their clothes are also modern and ancient.

besides.

They also have another characteristic, that is, their faces are full of viciousness and resentment.

She was staring at him viciously through the strange perspective of time.

"Find me?"

Calmly looking at a woman who was stared at by a famous general, Wu Jian's eyes rolled slightly.

He saw that the black hair used as a medium in his hand had begun to disintegrate as if it was burning.

"Twice."

Although he didn't use all his strength, he was able to penetrate the ghost of time and destroy the black hair, which showed that this unknown ghost was quite terrifying.

"But I've found you."

The left eye locked on a woman in a western-style classic dress.

The spatial vortex in Wu Jian's right eye suddenly turned.

"I am coming……………"

Before the words fell, the room had disappeared from the room.

Facing Wu Jian's ecstasy, Lu Ziyang was speechless.

He sighed slightly, and gave instructions to the play.

"Seal up all the damaged display screens and put them in the spiritual pollution warehouse, let the security department keep an eye on it 24 hours a day, and report to me as soon as possible if there is any change.

"yes."

Seeing the retreating hands, Riyang turned around and walked out the door.

He couldn't get his hands on what happened next.

Moreover, there are many things in the Special Affairs Bureau, and he has to go back to deal with them as soon as possible.

The rules of space are distorted by the power of space treachery.

Mixed with the power of time to touch time, Wu Jian was sent into a strange gap.

This is a medieval town.

The sky was gloomy with thick clouds.

It covered the sun, making everything in the viewing angle look very dim, revealing an ominous low pressure.

There was a smell of burning and decay in the air.

The ground was very muddy.

Dirty poultry and skinny humans walk numbly through the town.

Wu Jian's sudden appearance did not attract the attention of these people.

They just looked up briefly, then turned their gazes back, and continued with their respective affairs.

He glanced at the townspeople whose skin was covered with stains and who wore coarse clothes.

Wu Jian narrowed his eyes slightly.

These people are living people.

Not entirely alive.

They have everything that living people have, and at the same time have a strange and unique spiritual atmosphere.

But this kind of supernatural power is not a strangely released power.

On the contrary, it seems that living people have lived in a spiritual place for too long, and survived from generation to generation, feeling polluted by spirituality.

They have a stronger resistance to weirdness.

At the same time, their own humanity is also very little left for this reason.

They are living people.

It may also become scary and weird because of some kind of stimulation.

"interesting."

As the eye rolls, the room sees through time to the interior of the town.

in that direction.

There is a familiar breath.

"Here it is."

Wu Jian's right eye flickered slightly, and the power of space treachery was about to be activated.

But at this moment, the townspeople who were wandering numbly seemed to sense something, and raised their heads one after another, turning their bloody eyes to Wu Jian's direction.

"The devil, is the devil's field of force.

"Kill him, burn him, burn him at the stake."

"He's with the Witch!"

"Only by fire can the devil be purified!"

A handful of rusty hatchets and axes were held in their hands.

A sharp pitchfork and a heavy hoe became weapons.

Some kind of strange power was connected to Wu Jian following the attention of the townspeople.

With the appearance of the strange power, Wu Jian felt a certain change in the space.

A power that seems to be a ghost and not exactly a ghost is restricting the power of space ghosts.

"What a hassle."

Seeing the townspeople rushing towards him with farm tools in their hands, Wu Jian sighed slightly and opened his hands.

The judge appeared in his hand with a buzzing sound.

The cold breath entered the body.

With the movement of eyes, the killing medium has already included all the townspeople within sight.

hum!

The ancient sword cut horizontally.

The pitch-black cut marks run through everything in front of him.

Like movie special effects.

At the same time, a line of blood appeared on the necks of these townspeople who were still charging.

puff!

Blackened blood flowed from the blood line.

The chubby head rolled down.

Headless corpses staggered and fell down.

As these townspeople fell down, Wu Jian frowned.

"Um?"

Feeling the chilly air, Wu Jian's left eye moved slightly.

The ghost of time suddenly expanded, covering him and the surrounding area.

With the spread of ghosts.

A series of illusory figures appeared in the ghost domain out of thin air.

"Some kind of ghostly afterimage..."

These figures are like TV images with poor signal, the lines around the body are constantly flashing, and they look blurry.

...asking for flowers...

But the coldness on their bodies is not weak at all, full of deadly evil thoughts.

Under the oppression of the ghosts of time.

These figures did not freeze, but maintained a flickering state, and slowly turned their heads to Wu Jian's direction.

Three curved arcs were split on the dark face.

Like eyes and mouth.

"I saw you………"

The sharp moans echoed in his ears.

Wu Jian felt a strange joy in his heart.

This emotion drove his facial muscles, wanting to make a playful expression.

However, following Wu Jian's treacherous heartbeat, this inexplicable emotion lasted for less than a second before being suppressed.

With a soft snort, the ghost of time's suppressive power suddenly increased.

These flickering images are like foam boards being crushed on the spot by the oppressive force of the ghost of time.

"Forehead!"

small town deep

place.

In an old mansion.

An old man with white beard and hair suddenly let out a muffled snort, dense black blood vessels swelled up on his face, and a gloomy aura wafted from his body.

"Failed?"

An indifferent voice sounded from the room, and a woman in a medieval European-style dress opened her white eyes and looked at the old man with black blood vessels all over his face.

"I'm sorry ma'am, that man is strong."

The old man's body was trembling, and his voice was very hoarse.

But he still struggled to bend down and admit his mistake to the woman.

"Is that why you failed?"

The woman rested her chin with one hand, frowned, and looked impatient.

She could feel the terrifying man outside approaching where she was.

..........0

She doesn't like it.

"Ma'am, please give me another chance."

The coldness on the old man's body gradually subsided, and he somehow suppressed the weird restlessness in his body.

Now he feels like he's doing it again.

"Go ahead and don't disappoint me."

The woman rubbed her temples, looking gloomy.

She didn't think the old man would lose again.

After all, he is a strong man who has controlled some treacherous disasters.

Even if it is her, it will take a lot of effort to make him her subordinate.

"yes."

The old man nodded and turned to leave.

He wanted to deal with the intruder face to face.

But at this moment.

He suddenly felt a terrifying supernatural force acting on him.

"No need to come here, I'm here."

A calm voice rang in his ears.

Wisps of fine sand appeared out of nowhere from under his feet.

The cold fine sand slowly clings to the old man's body as if possessing life.

As the fine sand clings, the old man feels the strangeness in his body suddenly quiet down.

At the same time, he felt that he was losing something precious.

this precious thing.

it's time.

"no, do not want…….…"

The old man with a rapidly aging face let out a desperate cry.

But his constantly weakened body made him unable to do even such a simple thing.

He could only watch helplessly as the fine sand gradually submerged his body.

At the same time, it completely robbed him of his time.

call!

The fine sand covering the old man collapsed directly, turning into a small grave.

In front of the grave bag.

Wu Jian inserted a stone tombstone in front of the grave.

"bury."

Grave bags and tombstones gradually turned into phantoms, blending into the cemetery controlled by Wu Jian.

He turned his head and looked at another living person in the room.

The woman in the medieval dress.

"You're the next one."

Looking at Wu Jian's indifferent face, the woman's forehead overflowed with cold sweat.

too fast.

From Wu Jian's appearance to his charting the burial.

This series of actions took only a moment of effort.

When she reflected.

The old man had turned into a grave bag and was completely buried by Haojian.

"It's all a misunderstanding, and I mean no harm."

The woman was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled and began to release kindness.

no way.

After seeing Wu Jian's strength, she has already realized that the power of this guy who came out of nowhere in front of her is simply not something she can fight against.

"hehe."

Wu Jian looked up at the woman, "Wait.

He didn't know whether the woman in front of him was pretending to be stupid or something else.

He had clearly fought against her through a supernatural connection.

Now she pretends not to know what's going on.

Want to play reconciliation with yourself.

It's really...inexplicable.

"No, there is no misunderstanding, I am here today for one thing only, to kill you, or you to kill me.

Open your palm, and the strange spirit of the furnace is rippling in your palm.

Wu Jian looked at the woman whose face had become gloomy, and grinned with a sinister smile. .