Strange Recovery: Harnessing Time Strangeness At The Beginning

"The previous captain's room?"

The eyeballs rolled and scanned quickly.

Wu Jian found that although the room hadn't been cleaned for a long time, it looked a bit dirty and messy.

But the interior decoration of the room is quite elegant, revealing a delicate taste.

A room of this size, on such an ancient ship, only the captain is qualified to have it.

I looked around and confirmed that there was nothing else suspicious.

Wu Jian took two steps forward.

He reached out and grabbed the lantern on the table.

A cold and obscure breath came out from the lantern and flowed into his body.

Visions begin to arise in consciousness.

fire!

Dim fire.

Dim fire.

A little spark emerges from the darkness.

Rapid spread.

Light up this darkness.

In the light of the fire, the fuel appeared.

It was countless wreckage and dead bodies.

Under the scorching of the flames, these scorched black corpses kept trembling and screaming, twisting endlessly.

They turned out to be all weird.

These weirdnesses are like fuel, suffering endless torture under the burning of the flames.

Streaks of black corpse oil were refined by the flames, and the droplets continued to coalesce, forming a black pool of water.

In the pool, countless terrifying ghost faces were roaring and roaring, exuding silent resentment.

These grievances formed a terrifying ghost like flames, trying to burn Wu Jian's consciousness who sneaked in here.

However, at this moment.

An indescribable terrifying force suddenly descended.

These supernatural flames were directly squeezed into nothingness, and disappeared without a trace.

Click!

There was a soft sound.

The lantern in Wu Jian's hand shattered.

A small flame turned into a stream of light, which merged into Wu Jian's body.

"hiss!"

Although the flame was small, the heat was terrifying.

With the incorporation of this firelight, Wu Jian felt his body heat increase rapidly, and a layer of hot sweat broke out immediately.

This layer of hot sweat took out all the toxins and fatigue from Wu Jian's body, making him feel like he had a deep spa.

The whole person feels relaxed and comfortable from the inside out.

"Cool!"

Breathing out a hot breath, Wu Jian stroked his beating chest.

At that moment, he was really scared.

He thought he was going to be planted today.

Fortunately, his physique is strong enough, and he was rescued from the gate of hell at a critical moment.

Raised his index finger.

A little temperature is concentrated at the fingertips.

Then a star flame ignited.

Dancing and burning on the fingertips.

Gui Yan.

This weird name.

Although there is only a small flame, this strange flame can ignite strangeness.

Burn it, make it silent.

It is even possible to refine corpse oil from Weird's body, making it a fuel for Weird flames to burn.

【Buzz! 】

[Congratulations, I would like to mention a strange flame. 】

[Although this strange flame is very small, the terrifying rules contained in it have not been reduced. 】

[As long as you keep throwing firewood into the flames, it will continue to expand, and eventually it can even evolve into a scorching hell that burns everything. 】

【Now He has turned into your body temperature, burning silently in your body. 】

【He... seems to really like you. 】

[You may consider collecting the strange flames scattered in the various gaps and integrating them into yourself to make him more complete. 】

Obviously there is no signal, but the reminder of the Weiji era still lights up on the phone.

Wu Jian was not surprised by this.

This underworld game, the Weird Era, is obviously also a weird thing that hides a great horror.

Don't say no signal.

Even if the phone is out of battery, this thing can also make the phone run and pop up various prompts.

"Temperature?"

As he moved his fingers, the dim yellow flames swam nimbly between his fingers under his control.

It is obviously a strange flame that can be roasted.

But Wu Jian could only feel the comfortable warmth from this strange flame.

"interesting."

After flicking his fingers, Qu Yan floated above the table.

Wu Jian pulled out the chair and sat on it.

With the help of Wei Yan's dim yellow light, he saw on the table, except for the broken lantern.

There was also a thick notebook and what appeared to be a volume of drawings.

Raising his hand to pick up the notebook, a cold touch came from the notebook.

This notebook actually contains a strange power.

"It's really a ghost ship. There is nothing normal on the whole ship."

Touching the thick cover of the note, there are several distorted words on the cover.

These texts are not the distorted texts corresponding to the ghost seals, but a kind of recorded texts.

【Buzz! 】

[You touched the captain's logbook of the Bian'an, and the simultaneous translation function is turned on. 】

The phone vibrated slightly, and the distorted text in Wu Jian's eyes changed.

【Logbook】

Wu Jian understood the meaning of these words.

Separate the cover, and strings of text appear in the notes.

[The strange sea is boundless, and there is no shore to turn around. 】

[With the departure of the Bian An, I knew that there was no way back for me to go. 】

[Only by crossing the treacherous sea can we reach the legendary shore. 】

[In there, there is no rampant treachery, no terrifying fierce realm, and no powerful treacherous master. 】

[As long as we can successfully land, we can conquer the land on the other side and become the gods there. 】

[I am looking forward to this moment. 】

[For this reason, I have embarked on a journey that is almost deathless. 】

[I trust my boat, just as my boat trusts me. 】

[I will take my crew to cross the nine death routes of the treacherous sea, and board the legendary land on the other side. 】