Strange Recovery: Harnessing Time Strangeness At The Beginning

"Got you..…….…"

He casually threw Chen Liguo out of this hospital full of strange powers.

Wu Jian, who was wearing a black captain's coat, tilted his head and looked towards the room in front of him.

behind him.

The bow of the Bian'an has smashed the hospital wall, and half of the hull is embedded in the hospital.

A terrifying supernatural collision takes place between the Esplanade and the building of the mental hospital.

The entire hospital building was shaking.

Dense cracks spread on the walls, and some parts fell from the ceiling from time to time.

These parts... are all human limbs.

Arms, broken legs, internal organs, eyeballs.

These limbs were filled with viscous dried blood, exuding a rotten stench, and kept falling.

This terrible hospital building turned out to be built from corpses.

In this trembling hospital building.

The room with the door open seems to be in another space.

Stand still.

Wu Jian, who was standing at the door of the room, had a civil servant in his eyes.

[As the captain of the Bana, you have traveled through a gap. 】

[The road to conquest begins now. 】

【Enter this room, you will meet the real owner of this gap. 】

[Coincidentally. 】

【Hidden in this gap is a familiarity. 】

【Remember the big hand you saw when you controlled the ghost handprint?】

【He is waiting for you inside~】

"The hands?"

He raised his hand and looked at the blood red on his palm.

Wu Jian finally knew why since he came to this gap.

The ghost handprint on his hand has been restless.

That's because the ghost mudra resonates with his source.

"We are really destined..."

Clenching his fists tightly, Wu Jian grinned, showing his white teeth, and smiled excitedly.

He had wanted these weird big hands a long time ago.

He didn't expect that the other party would hide in this place. "zero five three"

"Then, let me see your strength."

I checked the equipment on my body to make sure there was nothing left behind.

Wu Jian took a deep breath and stepped into the darkness.

Cold, suffocating, viscous, dark.

Stepping into the dark Wu Jian, he felt as if he had sunk into a deep ocean.

The cold aura coming from all directions, like liquid, squeezed his body and suppressed his strangeness.

"Darkness... is also tricky?"

Feeling the invading cold force, Wu Jian frowned.

The captain's coat on his body reflected the phantom of a large ship, and he was protecting it.

The captain's coat is part of the ghost ship of the other side, and it is also part of the core.

Through this coat, Wu Jian is able to invoke the power of the ghost ship from the other side.

The suppression of darkness was temporarily blocked by the phantom of the ghost ship.

But Wu Jian could feel that this darkness was terrifying.

He is corrupting the spirit of the captain's coat.

"Targeted supernatural power must be used to make these darkness recede."

Wu Jian blinked his eyes, ready to use time and unreasonable ghosts to counter these darkness.

But at this moment, the strange inflammation in his body seemed to be stimulated by the darkness of the outside world, and suddenly became agitated.

"Um?"

Wu Jian was taken aback by this change.

"The strange flame is restless? Is it because of this dark reason? Could it be said that strangeness also has attribute restraint?"

Wu Jian didn't know if his guess was right.

But this is not a problem.

Useful or useless.

He can try.

Open your palm, a ray of yellow Mars lights up in your palm.

The next moment.

The spark suddenly expanded and turned into a basketball-sized fireball.

The dim light is spreading.

The surrounding darkness quickly evaporated.

A vague scream sounded from the timid darkness.

"There really are."

【Wuhu!】

[You discovered another weird weakness in this room. 】

【He is afraid of light. 】

[Afraid of the strange light. 】

【Your light made him unable to restrain himself from timidity. 】

【But do you know?】

[The darkness is actually a lock. 】

[Locked something even more terrifying. 】

[Now you open the lock. 】

【He also came out...】

Why didn't you say it earlier?

Wu Jian's scalp tingled as he watched the terrifying black figure gradually appear as the darkness receded.

It was a dry figure.

His skin was pale, his muscles had completely shrunk, and huge suture scars covered his whole body.

It made him look like a skinned skeleton made of several corpses.

in the place of his hands.

Sewing a pair of terrifying big hands,

The skin of this pair of big hands was pale and rough, the thick fingers had sharp nails like knives, and the thick palms were covered with complex palm lines twisted like words.

This is a pair of sly hands.

These hands can master fear.

At the same time as seeing these hands, such a thought arose in Wu Jian's heart.

And on this figure, there is not only the strangeness of the Sly Hand.

On His feet, a pair of weird blue and black feet were also sewn.

Although the aura of big feet was not as terrifying as that of big hands, Wu Jian also felt a strange aura from these big feet.

In addition to the hands and feet, Wu Jian also saw a round blood-colored pupil on the face of this figure.

As the darkness faded, this pupil stopped its disorderly rotation.

Directly and abruptly locked on Wu Jian who held the strange flame in his hand.

"+!"

There was a sense of fear that made the hairs stand on end.

Wu Jian felt a bone-chilling chill pouring into his mind.

He felt that the terrifying blood-colored pupil was constantly expanding in his consciousness.

Attempts to swallow his consciousness.

when!

The short needle of time suddenly jumped backwards.

The death knell rang.

Turn back time.

The strange power that hits the consciousness is crushed by the gears of time.

Wu Jian's consciousness regained clarity again.

Without the slightest hesitation, he directly squeezed out the strange flame in his hand.

The dim light dissipated.

Darkness swept across the room again.

【I know you are angry, but don't be angry first. 】

[Sly Hand is indeed hiding in this place, but at this time He is part of another terrifying existence. 】

[This weird name is Stitching Strange. 】

【He will instinctively look for various "parts" and sew them to himself to make himself "complete". 】

[This is the case with Sly Hand, this is the case with Sly Man, and the same is true with Ghost Eye. 】

[Now, she is crazy about your time again. 】

【Be careful~】

[Although the darkness blocked his vision, it couldn't block his instinct. 】

【He has begun to move towards you!】

dog system!

You really screwed me up!

Seeing Wei Jiyuan's reminder, Wu Jian's forehead burst into veins.

This Nima's!

This was the first time he had encountered such an outrageously weird suture.

This product is not only ridiculously high in terror level.

And the murderous instinct is also weird as hell.

Compared with human beings, his goal is more for weirdness.

Want to usurp more weirdness, stitch yourself to make up for your horror.

It's so perverted!

Wu Jian took a deep breath and let it out forcefully.

A faint white mist spewed out from his mouth, blending into the darkness.

The ghost fog is suppressed by the darkness and can only be released to such an extent.

However, Wu Jian didn't expect the Ghost Mist to help him resist the darkness. The reason why he released the Ghost Mist was because he wanted to have an extra sensory contact point.

The suture ghost was approaching him in this darkness relying on his murderous instinct.

But now I am in a state of no vision with both eyes completely black.

In order to prevent death from being unclear.

Wu Jian must allow himself some extra "vision"

"Three meters? Very short.

Feeling the distance extended by the ghost fog, Wu Jian frowned.

He didn't expect the darkness to suppress the ghost mist to be so strong.

The ghost fog that can easily cover a small half of the city can only extend a distance of one meter here.

"It's a pity... You can't use the flames, otherwise you will directly attract the attack of the stitches. Try not to use the ghost of time. The target of the stitches is the time ghosts. I suspect that this guy should lock the time ghosts." Breath, only then can I find me in this darkness."

"So... how should I deal with this guy?"

Sensing the changes in the surrounding atmosphere through the ghost fog, Wu Jian's brain began to spin.

"Strange flames and time tricks are temporarily ruled out, ghost fog is used for detection, ghost ships cannot enter outside, and the captain's coat is used for defense. At present, all I can use are ghost handprints, broken swords, ghost emperor Zhong Nuozu mask and ghost printed."

"I need to use these to find a way to control and even imprison people."

Wu Jian stood still and didn't dare to move, because he wasn't sure if he would run into Suture who was looking for him if he moved.

He needs to think of a way to weaken this terrible guy first.

"If the sword is broken, I don't know if he can be dismembered, as long as I can strip off any weirdness on him, my chances of winning will be greatly enhanced.

Holding the broken sword, Wu Jian slowly drew it out, and a cold and sharp breath entered his body.

Let his gaze gradually become sharper.

"I need a medium, preferably a medium that can release the "vision" that kills and kills."

The darkness and strangeness blocked Suitui's vision, and at the same time made Wu Jian lose his perspective.

Now he holds a broken sword in his hand and has no medium.

It is impossible to exert the power of this broken sword at all.

"It looks like an adventure is needed."

A trace of sparks lit up in the hand, and a dim yellow fireball suddenly swelled.

The strange flame's light quickly dispelled the strange darkness and illuminated the room again.

Eyeballs move quickly.

Wu Jian instantly locked onto the suture's position.

This stitched three weird horrors, and at this time they were less than five meters away from him.

Almost at the same time that Wu Jian discovered the stitches, the monster suddenly turned its head.

But at this moment, Wu Jian had already pinched out the swelling flames, allowing darkness to cover the room again.

"The medium is here!"

Using his legs hard, Wu Jian wanted to get out of the position he was in just now.

Because Stitch has already seen him just now, he will only be caught by the other party if he stays in that position. 0

However, at this moment, Wu Jian felt that the ghost fog he released for perception was "stepped on".

Through the connection between the ghost fog and himself, Wu Jian couldn't move for a moment.

"broken!"

Feeling this, Wu Jian's expression changed.

He thought of the pair of big blue and black feet on Stitched's feet.

Those big feet are also weird.

His ghost mist was trampled by these feet.

"Made!"

feel

Affected by the rapidly approaching cold aura, Wu Jian clenched the Broken Sword tightly, black and white lines appeared in his eyes.

he sees.

A human-shaped shadow composed of countless black lines is rushing towards him.

There are so many black lines on his body that it is frightening.

Especially the position of his hands.

There are so many black lines that it even makes the lines of these hands look a bit blurred, and it has become a mass of darkness where the shape cannot be seen clearly.

This is suture tricky.

The amount of black lines represents the terrifying intensity contained in the target itself.

Ordinary people and objects, in the perspective of killing with a broken sword, are all outlines with a few strokes.

But the thing in front of him has already turned into a solid line.

"cut!"

Clenching his teeth, Wu Jian did not hesitate.

He slashed out with a sword, and the dark and straight light traces penetrated Suo Wei's body.

The black thread is breaking apart, and the horror is weakened.

Suture made a strange move.

Wu Jian felt his foot stepping on the ghost mist loose for an instant.

"Chance!"

Without Moji, Wu Jian forcibly pulled away from the ghost fog.

This action caused the ghost fog to tear directly, and the terror level was forcibly weakened.

But he couldn't care less about these.

What he has to do now is to stay away from Suture, and then slowly weaken him with the Broken Sword.

Withdrew a few steps in a row.

There was some distance between Wu Jian and Su Shi.

With the medium of the broken sword, he can temporarily ignore the blockade of darkness, and directly "see" the location of the suture.

"a good start.

Tightening the broken sword in his hand, the pupils in the room shrank.

He saw a large number of black lines protruding from Stitch's body, and he picked up the black lines that he cut off and sewed them back on his body.

"++!"

Seeing this scene, Wu Jian couldn't bear it anymore, and began to exhale.

This Nima also has self-healing?

So outrageous.

How to let him play? Just close your eyes and wait for death!

"I'll cut it again!"

Gritting his teeth, Wu Jian raised his hand and chopped down again.

wait to die.

It is impossible to wait to die.

Although the strength of this suture trick is a bit out of the ordinary.

But Wu Jian still didn't give up hope.

He believed that, in being outrageously weird, there should also be his weaknesses.

The reason why I didn't find out.

It's because he hasn't tried enough.

puff!

The sword mark flickered, and the black line broke.

A large number of sutures appeared again on the suture's body, picked up these lines cut off by the broken sword, and sewed them back on his body.

This action made his movement speed very slow.

"?"

Seeing this scene, Wu Jian's eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a flash of light.

The movement of his hands didn't stop, and he kept cutting down with one sword after another.

The light marks kept flickering, and the black thread on Suo Gui's body also kept falling.

The 0.7 overflowing sutures on his body made him look like a wriggling tentacled monster, constantly grabbing the fallen black thread and sewing it into himself.

The greedy style is like a penniless Grandet, who refuses to give up a little bit of himself.

"Is it a rule?"

Wu Jian kept moving his hands, and Wu Jian had some guesses in his mind.

This stitching trick is not even willing to give up a black thread, most likely because of its own terrifying rules.

"At present, as long as I can continue to cut, I can make this guy fall into a cycle of endless repairs, but my physical strength is limited. If I continue to consume it, I can only lose."

Although restarting can restore physical strength, the room is not prepared to spend a lifetime with such a guy in this weird place.

He has to break the deadlock.

"We have to find a way to split the puzzle pieces on him. Only in this way can he reduce his level of terror, and he will be imprisoned smoothly."

Moving his eyes, Wu Jian locked onto the Sly Hands on the Suture Sly's hands.

His purpose of entering this room is to control these terrifying hands.

To break through this deadlock, he can only find a way with these terrifying hands.

Wu Jian has not forgotten that he has the palm prints of these sly hands on his own hands, if he can use these hands to make supernatural contact with the sly hands.

Then he can snatch the power of these hands from the sewing craft.

"How can there be contact?"

It is absolutely impossible to approach rashly.

The tricky killing rule is to complete the puzzle of oneself.

If he gets close, this guy will definitely give up sewing those fallen black threads and directly steal his time.

Because compared to those black lines, the horror level of Time Sly is much higher.

More appealing to the suture's treacherous instinct.

While he had to keep a distance, let the ghost handprint and the sly hand have a supernatural touch.

"Yes!"

With a flash of inspiration, Wu Jian suddenly thought of a way. .