Strange Recovery: Harnessing Time Strangeness At The Beginning

Hiss!

The bloody ghost painting talisman slowly infiltrated into the ghost handprint.

A trace of complex and strange lines began to appear on the ghost handprint.

Familiar hallucinations began to rise in consciousness.

Crazy dancing figures and words distorted like insects began to emerge.

These figures seemed to be performing some kind of evil ritual, sacrificing something.

The distorted text gradually turned into a series of blood-colored lights and shadows in the kneeling of these figures, which were continuously aggregated and transformed, and gradually turned into a human figure of text.

The body of this text humanoid is composed of distorted blood-colored runes, and the whole body is full of profane aura.

Jean can't help but have an inexplicable admiration for him.

When Wu Jian's consciousness came into contact with this character figure.

The text figure also seemed to sense his presence.

He turned a sheet of facial features composed of three distorted characters to "look" at Wu Jian.

The next moment.

This character figure was directly crushed into powder by a terrifying force that appeared out of thin air.

It merged into Wu Jian's consciousness.

hiss!

His eyes widened suddenly, and a nosebleed flowed from Wu Jian's nostrils.

His brain hurt like a pinprick.

Three handprints appeared in his memory.

"ban!"

"town!"

"Cut!"

The three handprints are extremely sinister, corresponding to the three bloody distorted characters.

Wu Jian felt the three words that appeared together with the handprint in his mind, and instantly understood the meaning of these three words.

These three characters are exactly the power represented by those ghost symbols in the corridor just now.

It's just that those ghost symbols drawn with human blood mixed with strange power can only exert the effects of "forbidden" and "suppression" in the three distorted characters.

The strongest "cut" left must need a real weirdness to pinch the fingerprints to activate the power to distort the words.

"call!"

The confused eyes regained their clarity.

Wu Jian put down his palm, and the handprint that absorbed the ghost painting talisman turned into a blood mist and disappeared without a trace.

【Buzz! 】

[Your handprint has absorbed the power of the ghost painting talisman, and you have obtained three ghostly seals. 】

[Strange seal is a technique unique to weirdness, which can be released through the cooperation of multiple weirdnesses to exert a stronger effect. 】

"Is it a strange seal?"

Limbs, utensils, techniques.

As more and more strange things come into contact with, Wu Jian finds that these strange things are incomplete.

And by piecing together these incomplete weirdnesses, greater horrors can be developed.

"Like a jigsaw puzzle."

He opened his hand, blood staining his palm.

In this bloody palm, the weird palm lines formed a distorted text that made the scalp tingle.

town.

Now as long as he pinches the handprint representing Feng, he can brand the weird ghost symbols that can suppress this warehouse again in this corridor.

Seal up these restless weirdness again.

But is he really going to do it?

Wu Jian felt the strangeness of these silences in the ghosts of time, and fell into deep thought.

Weirdness is both a disaster and a strength.

For the average monster master, every time they control a monster, it means they have to roll on the edge of life and death.

It's okay to successfully control it, it can balance terror and extend life.

If you don't play well, you will die on the spot without even having a chance to collect the corpse, and you will directly turn into a strange shell.

But this concern does not exist in him.

For him, the weirdness of driving is a trial to make himself stronger.

Harnessing weirdness can make him suffer, but it can't make him die.

These weirdnesses will eventually become his strength.

So, what reason does he have for not controlling these terrifying existences?

"These weirdnesses should be related to me, and I used my body to imprison these horrible things. They should thank me."

Thinking of this, Wu Jian suddenly understood.

He scattered the ghost fingerprints and walked towards the old iron gate.

Cold and heavy.

This iron door is also a weird one.

As for the rules of killing, Wu Jian didn't know either.

He didn't want to know either.

He is not going to take this weirdness away.

Too much trouble.

He couldn't walk around carrying such a big iron gate every day.

He raised his hand to grab the handle of the iron door.

A dark and obscure force wanted to inject into his body along the palm of his hand.

Want to suppress his body and turn him into a corpse.

"town."

Feeling this force, Wu Jian's palm suddenly turned blood red.

The ghost handprint was activated, blocking the breath.

At the same time, his other free hand formed a weird handprint, and slapped the door with a slap.

Bark!

Like red-hot seared flesh.

A puff of blue smoke rose from the iron door pressed down by Wu Jian's palm.

A bloody handprint with distorted text was deeply imprinted on it.

Followed by fingerprints.

The iron gate instantly fell silent.

"It's really useful."

With slightly cold palms, Wu Jian felt that his ghost handprints seemed to have been consumed too much at this moment, and he had entered a state of lethargy.

If he wants to use the ghost handprint again, he must let the ghost handprint take a good rest.

"Really..."

Wu Jian frowned when he found that the ghost handprint was stretching his hips like this.

"Sure enough, it's just a handprint. Is the supernatural power contained in it too weak?"

He couldn't help but think of the pair of big hands that appeared in his consciousness when he was controlling the ghost handprint.

If it's those hands.

It should be possible to use the power of the ghost seal at will without cooling down.