Strange Recovery: Harnessing Time Strangeness At The Beginning

[After transformation, the ghost makeup was distorted into another shape. 】

【His shape conforms to a horror rule, and new powers are endowed on this mask. 】

【He should be called Nuozu Mask now. 】

[The Nuozu mask has the ability to communicate with the ghostly god. When you put on the Nuozu mask, you will randomly invite the ghostly god to get on your body and get the ability of this ghostly god. 】

[But you have to remember, it’s easier to ask God than to send God away. 】

[When you put on the mask, there is no turning back. 】

"Nuozu mask? Summoning a ghostly god?"

Picking up the mask, Wu Jian observed carefully.

After the transformation of the weird toy box, the face representing ghost makeup has been transformed into a wooden mask.

The whole body of the mask is off-white, in the shape of a human face.

On the facial features of the human face, there are dark red patterns, outlining a wonderful expression that seems to be crying and laughing.

At first glance, this mask feels a little rough and very abstract.

But as the observation time increases, this mask will gradually give people a weird feeling that it is staring at you.

Very evil.

"Will you wear it or not?"

Staring at this mask that seemed to come alive, Wu Jian was a little tangled.

It is clear.

This thing is absolutely evil, the summoned god should be some kind of weird.

Weird has the terrifying ability to corrupt humans.

Wearing this mask by yourself has a great possibility of being invaded by horrible weirdness.

"Hiss...wait a minute? Invasion?"

When Wu Jian thought of this, his eyes suddenly lit up.

Having mastered so many weirdnesses, Wu Jian already has a deep understanding of the peculiarities of his own body.

His physique can not only control ghosts for free, but also has the ability to infinitely confine and fuse strange things.

Then, if this so-called deceitful god enters his body, isn't it the same as a fat sheep entering the wolf's mouth and directly turning into fat in his stomach?

"Fishing is law enforcement! It's a trick!"

【Buzz! 】

【Evil as you are, an inappropriate thought arises in your mind. 】

[You are actually going to use the mask of the ancestor of Nuo to summon the poor ghostly god to become your nourishment! 】

[Beast! 】

【You are so despicable and shameless! 】

[Those poor gods are going to suffer. 】

【They are about to experience the desperation of a sheep falling into a tiger's mouth. 】

[I want to say, it has to be you! 】

[I have to tattoo you behind Weird, but I can't open my eyes. 】

"Fart! Where am I evil?"

Glancing at the buzzing mobile phone, Wu Jian curled his lips in disdain.

He picked up the Nuozu mask, and slowly put the mask on his face.

Cold, creamy, sticky.

When the mask touched the skin, it squirmed continuously as if it had come to life, sticking to his face.

The strange breath continued to inject along with the adhesion of the mask.

Visions kept appearing in Wu Jian's mind.

A dry corpse that walks in the endless desert.

On the bound mountain, there is a metal figure constantly bombarded by thunder.

An eight-armed titan with nine eyes is hidden in the darkness.

An aggregate of swords and swords that are constantly killing in the bloody battlefield.

Anger, sadness, killing intent, evil thoughts.

With the appearance of the phantom, various emotions kept impacting Wu Jian's consciousness.

The unexpected terrifying impact caused blood to flow from the corners of Wu Jian's eyes, nostrils and ears.

Play off.

Wu Jian, whose mind was in chaos, couldn't help having such thoughts.

He felt that his consciousness was about to be crushed directly by these terrifying illusions.

In a trance.

Wu Jian felt an invisible and terrifying force that turned into a terrifying giant hand, directly piercing through the endless phantoms, and pulled out a figure burning with dim yellow flames.

Then it was brutally pressed into his body.

call!

The strange flame swelled and burned.

The erupting hazy flames directly ignited Wu Jian, turning him into a Burning Man entangled in flames.

"Uh... I'm not dead?"

Consciousness recovered with the detonation of Wei Yan, Wu Jian opened his confused eyes and looked down at his body.

"Fuck? I'm on fire (physically)!"

At this time, Wu Jian's whole body was entwined with rising strange flames.

But he didn't feel the slightest burning sensation, instead he had a warm and comfortable sense of security.

That feeling was like the strange inflammation wrapped around his body, which became a layer of his skin, protecting his body and spirit.

Make him feel safe and strong.

Turned around and walked to the mirror.

Wu Jian saw a figure with a devil-like flame mask on his head.

White hair was burning on the head of this figure, and a strange dial could be vaguely seen in his left eye.

The muscles of the strong body are bulging, and there are flame-like black lines all over it.

As he breathed, strings of burning mist were sprayed out, forming a circle of streamers wrapped around his body.

Make him look like King Kong, evil and holy.

"Good guy, transform directly?"

Clenching his fist, a circle of strange flames drew a circle of spiral light marks on his arm.

Wu Jian felt the strange inflammation in his body that swelled countless times.

He jumped slightly.

call!

Two groups of strange flames ignited under his feet, turning into two flaming flywheels, supporting his body.

Feeling these cunning flames like arms.

With a thought, Wu Jian stepped on the flame flywheel and suspended in mid-air.

"Ha ha!"

There was a smile on the face under the mask.

Wu Jian's figure passed through the wall and flew directly into the sky.

At this time, he has been possessed by the strange god, and the life form of the whole person has transformed from a human being to a strange existence.

The wall has no blocking effect on him, and he can easily pass through the building.

The body lifted by the flame wheel flew flexibly in the night sky.

The dim yellow sparks fell, leaving a string of light marks invisible to ordinary people.

Like a bird flying in the night sky for half a day.

Wu Jian stood in the air with his arms folded, looking down at the brightly lit city below.

There was an inexplicable impulse in his heart.

If the city below is set on fire, it must be beautiful...

"..."

As soon as this idea appeared, it was crushed by Wu Jian.

He frowned and looked at his burning hands.

"Is this the murderous impulse caused by the mask of the Nuo ancestor? It seems that this state cannot be used often."

Slowly landed on the roof of a tall building.

"Take it off."

Wu Jian raised his hand to grab the mask on his face and pulled it hard.

But the mask on his face seemed to have grown on his face, and it was so firmly that he couldn't pull it off.