Strange Recovery: Harnessing Time Strangeness At The Beginning

"11:15, soon."

With Qin Shuyu's personal assistant greeting him, Wu Jian easily entered the blocked area.

According to the instructions of the garrison soldiers, he came to the beach where the ghost ship was most likely to appear.

I looked at the time.

Wu Jian took out the ritual instrument from his backpack and began to arrange it.

First unfold the curse skin.

Then he wrote his name on the blank space in the middle of the curse skin with a tricky pen and tricky ink.

Wu Jian felt a cold aura begin to emerge from the spell skin and wrap around him.

The graphics and words on the spell skin also began to glow faintly.

"first step."

Plugged the tricky ink and put away the tricky pen.

Wu Jian opened his palm, covered in sticky blood, and strange lines began to appear in his hands.

"control"

This distorted text that he tried to condense but failed, was easily outlined in the palm of his hand in this ritual.

At the same time, Wu Jian's mind vaguely resurfaced that grotesque hallucination of sacrificial sacrifice.

Grotesque figures danced, twisted shadows sang.

The rising rune condensed in mid-air, and finally transformed into the familiar rune figure.

The rune figure this time was the same as last time, and it immediately noticed Wu Jian's gaze.

But this time his reaction was a little bit wrong.

When he found Wu Jian, it was as if he had seen some scourge.

She turned her head directly, turned her back to him, and shook a palm with an unknown word "控" on it at him.

"?"

With a dazed face, he felt the extra strange marks and distorted words in his mind.

Wu Jian scratched his head, shrugged his shoulders, and put the matter of the rune figure behind him.

He still has things to do now, so it's not suitable for him to think about what he has and what he doesn't have.

"Step two."

He took out the Emperor's Clock and placed it next to the curse skin, Wu Jian took out the Ji Gui Xiang and stuck it in the sand in front of the spell skin.

He checked the time again.

There are still three minutes before the ghost ship appears.

He lit the sacrificial incense and waited silently.

In the absence of strange stimulation, the sacrificial incense can burn for a day and a night.

Ignition three minutes in advance will not affect the ceremony.

Pale white smoke drifted out from the blood-red incense head, straight into the sky.

A puff of incense ash mixed with the smell of corpses echoed on the beach.

Three minutes is very short.

It came to an end in a blink of an eye.

The smoke that was flying straight into the sky suddenly trembled, and suddenly drifted towards the sea.

jingle!

The Emperor's clock placed next to the curse skin also rang at this moment.

Let Wu Jian realize that his target has appeared.

"coming!"

Raising his head, Wu Jian looked towards the sea.

over there.

A black shadow is slowly emerging.

From fiction to reality.

This is an old dilapidated three-masted wooden ship.

The hull of the wooden boat was covered with large pieces of algae, and there were a lot of fracture marks on the ship's side.

There is a weird statue with a severed head at the bow of the ship, and there are some rotten seaweeds hanging on it.

The sails of the wooden boat have all been torn, leaving only some strips of cloth floating on the mast.

On these rags, many dark red distorted characters can be seen.

【Buzz! 】

[You witnessed the remains of an old era emerge from the barren gap. 】

【His body is covered with scars from crossing the impassable land. 】

【He was originally excellent...】

【It's a pity that he chose the wrong captain. In the end, he was sunk into the abyss of eternal silence. After countless years of wasting, he floated up to the barren gap and obtained the qualification to enter this world. 】

【So, are you willing to be His captain? 】

[Although he is trash now, he is not worthy of you who have endless potential. 】

[But as a vehicle, this thing still has a little effect. 】

The phone buzzed and vibrated, and black characters flashed.

Wu Jian looked at the dilapidated wooden boat, his pupils constricted slightly.

He could feel that this wooden boat was releasing some kind of terrifying spirit.

This spirit constantly interfered with his senses, giving him an urge to run towards the ship.

"Spirituality is interfering with perception."

Shaking his head, Wu Jian restrained the urge.

After absorbing a lot of time, not only his physique has soared, but his spirit and consciousness have also become inhumanly powerful.

This kind of supernatural power that can entice ordinary people to throw themselves into the sea can only make him feel impulsive, but cannot really interfere with his actions.

"let's start."

Pulling out the sacrificial incense from the sand, Wu Jian stepped on the curse skin.

As he walked up, the graphics and words on the spell skin gradually glowed blood-colored.

The sacrificial incense in his hand also burned quickly, and a large amount of smoke drifted towards the ghost ship.

Clasped hands, holding Ji Gui Xiang.

The strange seal of Yu character on Wu Jian's palm flashed a dark red light.

Jingle Bell!

The Emperor's Bell placed next to the curse skin was held up by the ghost fog and kept shaking.

Invisible sound waves entangled the rising smoke layer by layer.

These smokes were gradually stained with a faint blue color.

The smoke that seems to be floating slowly is actually extremely fast.

It only took a few seconds to float onto the dilapidated wooden boat.

hiss……

Like the low sound of breathing, a large amount of smoke was inhaled into the wooden boat.

A pattern identical to that on the spell skin then appeared in front of the rudder of the ship.

However, this pattern is somewhat vague and unclear.

And with the appearance of this pattern, terrifying figures began to appear on the deck of the wooden boat.

These figures have different shapes, and the clothes on their bodies are also varied.

There are big cloaks from ancient times, military uniforms from the Republic of China, and modern suits and skirts.

But these figures have a characteristic, pale face and indifferent eyes.

There was a deadly and cruel cold breath all over his body.

They are all weird.

The weirdness of being dominated by a ghost ship!