Strange Recovery: Harnessing Time Strangeness At The Beginning

【Buzz! 】

[Congratulations on successfully controlling the Emperor's Clock. 】

[I can only say the word outrageous. 】

[From now on, your Broken Sword will lose its second place, because the Emperor Wei Bell is a more complete artifact than him. 】

[As for the power of the Emperor's Bell? 】

[Haven't you experienced it all? Isn't the feeling of being killed by Di Zhong Lingyin not painful at all? 】

[You can often use this thing to save those who have lived enough. 】

[You can also use it to perform rituals and consciousness, Emperor Zhong is a professional in doing this kind of work. 】

[By the way, fighting is a job, don't count on it too much, there is a specialization in art, and the broken sword is better than him in fighting. 】

The reminder of the strange era is beating.

Wu Jian was not in the mood to respond.

He is very tired.

The ghosts of time on the third floor are squeezing his physical strength and energy every second.

In just a short while, he felt as if he had run another 50 kilometers with Yu Shinu.

The whole person is tired and sleepy.

It was as if the body had been hollowed out.

Putting the Emperor's Clock in his pocket, he staggered towards the outside of the warehouse.

He has no interest in other weird things in the warehouse.

These weirdnesses have been taken too much time by the third-level ghosts of time, and now they have entered a weak state of silence.

And compared to Wu Jian's current control, it's weird.

These weirdnesses that have been weakened to the limit by time tricks are really too weak, and there is no need to waste energy to control them.

Through the iron gate, Wu Jian returned to the corridor.

Qin Shuyu, who was smiling, was still frozen in time, completely unaware of what happened.

"receive."

The pupil of the left eye trembled slightly, and the spreading ghosts suddenly retracted.

Time, resumed its flow again.

"Wu Jian, go out first, something went wrong here, let's get things later."

Qin Shuyu looked at the ghost painting talisman that had turned into scorched marks, his pretty face was full of seriousness.

She knew that these ghostly symbols possessed the power to suppress strangeness.

Now that these ghost symbols disappeared, it meant that some terrible changes had taken place in Warehouse No. 1 that she couldn't understand.

She didn't know what the change was, but she knew that it was no longer suitable to stay here.

"..."

"good."

Wu Jian was silent for a moment, then nodded.

Of course he wouldn't explain that he was responsible for all the changes here.

After all, the way he obtained the Emperor's Bell was a bit disgraceful.

Now Qin Shuyu seems to have misunderstood something, so let her misunderstand it.

This can also save him a lot of trouble.

"You take a rest here first, I'll go out and do something."

Bringing Wu Jian to a lounge, Qin Shuyu hurriedly turned and left.

Watching her disappearing back, Wu Jian silently poured himself a glass of water and poured it into his stomach.

"I'm sorry……"

Touching the Quiet Emperor clock in his pocket, Wu Jian put the water glass on the table, leaned on the sofa and closed his eyes.

He guessed that it would become very lively here later.

…………

It turns out.

Wu Jian guessed right.

Not long after he fell asleep, Warehouse No. 1 was cordoned off.

A group of resolute-looking soldiers sealed off the entire warehouse.

Several dark off-road vehicles rushed into the yard.

Several figures exuding a cold aura got out of the car and walked into the warehouse.

The leader is the expressionless Zhao Tiejun.

He brought half of the treacherous masters stationed in the imperial capital to Warehouse No. 1, and saw ghost symbols that had completely failed.

"This is the coking phenomenon caused by a strong spiritual impact."

A slightly emaciated man with old-fashioned gold-rimmed glasses pushed his glasses and said calmly.

"However, the weirdness in the warehouse did not cause restlessness due to the loss of the suppression of the ghost painting talisman, which is very strange."

Another man with a big smile on his face squinted his eyes and said that when he spoke, he always had an uncontrollable smile.

However, under his restraint, this kind of smile did not turn into laughter.

"Could it be the trick master who came to take the ghost to ring the bell?"

The one who spoke was a thin woman with messy long hair, sunken cheeks, and a pair of lifeless eyes in the dark circles.

"Impossible, the ghost painting talisman has a terrifying balance with the weirdness of the sly door. Without the correct means to open the door, even if we come in together, we will be suppressed by the ghost painting talisman. The intensity of this suppression has reached the level of an S-level terrorist event. How to solve it?" Although the ghost master who has mastered the ghost fog is strong, it is impossible to be so strong."

The man who spoke was fat, and his voice was muffled. On his upper body, he only wore a greasy black leather apron, and his whole body exuded a disgusting smell of blood and decay.

But those present were not ordinary people, and they didn't care about the smell at all.

But the supernatural aura on his body made everyone unconsciously distance themselves from him.

"Go and see."

At this time, Zhao Tiejun spoke.

He walked to the dark iron gate and looked it up and down.

His eyes moved suddenly, and he raised his hand to touch a part of the iron gate.

There, there is a very subtle trace.

This trace is similar to a palm print.

ps: It’s hard, brothers, I don’t know if it’s because of the originality. This book has a low exposure rate, and the collection speed has increased, but other data are not bad with the support of the brothers.

So... can I have the cheek to ask for some more data?

That~ I will try my best to update! thank you all! (make a fist)

correct! This book will definitely not be a eunuch!

Absolutely absolutely not!