Strange Recovery: Harnessing Time Strangeness At The Beginning

[Children, don't be afraid. 】

【This is just a dream. 】

【The one lying next to you is the master of this dream. 】

【He called the ghost in the dream. 】

【Actually, He has already lived in your dream. 】

【Didn't you find out?】

[Your dreams have become very strange these days. 】

[I always dream about those weird and real things. 】

【These... are all weird dreams within dreams. 】

[Obviously accepted the weird dream, but you didn't go crazy, the dream followed the dream's connection and found you. 】

[Now... you are already one. 】

The pitch-black text lit up like will-o'-the-wisps in the eyes, piercing through the blurred light of tears.

Seeing this string of words, Ouyang Meng became even more frightened.

Because she heard the sound of turning over from her side.

She wanted to close her eyes and hide herself in the darkness.

But at this time, her body was out of order again.

She felt that her neck was twisting, and her gaze kept tilting.

A pale face gradually came into her eyes.

This is a woman's face.

Pale, stiff, expressionless.

Only one pair of eyes.

Wide open, the two dark and dull pupils were firmly facing Ouyang Meng.

In these eyes, Ouyang Meng saw his own face.

A pale sheet bleeding from the seven orifices.

own face!

"ah!"

Fear broke through a certain restraint, causing Ouyang Meng to let out a piercing scream.

After a short scream, she rolled her eyes and fell into a coma.

She didn't see it when she was unconscious.

This terrifying female corpse slowly crawled onto her body.

There was a strange laugh.

His body gradually turned into a phantom and merged into Ouyang Meng's body.

The weirdness is spreading unscrupulously.

It is always possible to connect with human beings in unexpected ways.

Those who successfully drive are born.

Those who fail to drive die.

The changes in the world are happening silently.

Some people, alive, are actually dead.

Some people died, but survived in another way.

"Mom, I'm good

A weak voice sounded in the dark room.

A little girl who looked only eight or nine years old hugged a teddy bear tightly, tears streaming down her face.

Beside her stood a stiff figure.

This is a woman in home clothes...or a female corpse.

His skin was pale, his expression was stiff and numb, two lines of blackened blood flowed from the corners of his eyes, and two lines of horrible lines were printed on his face.

A faint rancid and cold aura surrounded him.

The little girl's voice seemed to touch him, and he raised his dry, slender, pale palm with long black nails, and slowly moved towards the little girl's head.

An extraordinarily cold breath rippling between his fingers.

Makes the scalp tingle.

But when this hand fell on the little girl's head.

This breath suddenly dissipated, leaving only this pale and cold hand carefully placed on the little girl's head.

"good"

Slightly opened her dry and cracked lips, a hoarse word came out of the female corpse's mouth.

In his chaotic black pupils, a trace of remaining humanity is struggling to burn like a candle in the wind.

"Mom...your hands are so cold..."

The little girl raised her head and rubbed against the palm of the female corpse.

There was no light in her tearful eyes, and she was lifeless.

She, is a blind person.

She couldn't see anything, but she could feel that her mother had become a little different.

"Mom, are you sick? Why don't you lie down and rest for a while, and I'll get you something to eat."

The little girl raised her hand to grab the palm of the female corpse, but the female corpse quickly retracted her palm at this moment, not wanting the little girl to touch her terrifying hand.

"Need not...………."

The female corpse manipulated her mouth with great effort, and spit out these two words.

cuckoo~

At this time, there was a slight cry from the little girl's stomach.

The little girl quickly covered her stomach and said loudly.

"Mom, I'm not hungry, please, don't go

But at this time, the female corpse had already turned around and walked towards the door.

"wait for me...……"

The hoarse and cold voice fell, and her figure had disappeared in the dark minister outside the door.

"Woo! I don't want to be alone...I'm so scared..."

The little girl squatted down slowly, holding the teddy bear with both hands, tears streaming down her face.

She couldn't see that on the coffee table in the room, a mobile phone was shining with a bloody light.

[There is a kind of greatness called maternal love. 】

[Obviously the body has been completely broken, and most of the soul has been eroded, but this mother, relying on her love for the child, forcibly used her own body to complete the strange driving work

[She is dead now, but alive again. 】

[In order for my daughter to survive in this gap full of despair. 】

【She is willing to incarnate as the terrifying Him. 】

【But he doesn't know one thing. Is the she he wants to protect still her now?】

woo woo woo...

The girl's cries echoed in the room.

An obscure aura rises in the room.

The girl's shadow kept twisting and trembling.

Bloody mouths emerged from the shadows one by one, and eyeballs bulged out of the bloody mouths.

Malevolence and distortion filled these eyeballs.

It seems to hide endless negative emotions.

At the same time as these eyeballs appeared, the corners of the weeping little girl's mouth curled up in a twisted arc unnaturally.

Horror inexplicable.

"The stuff is here."

Imperial Capital, Headquarters of the Special Affairs Division.

Wu Jian once again met the young man who gave him a ritual to worship the god of deceit.

It's just that this time the young man's expression was a little stiff, and he looked at him with a sense of awe and vigilance.

"Thanks."

He looked down at the suitcase covered with forbidden talismans and bound by a circle of dark red rope that seemed to be soaked in blood.

Wu Jian raised his eyebrows.

He found that every time he came to the headquarters of the Special Affairs Department, he could always see something new.

It's like this rope that binds a suitcase.

On this rope, Wu Jian felt a cold aura nearly ten times stronger than that of the Forbidden Talisman.

These breaths are connected with the Forbidden Talisman, forming a quite good suppressing force, completely wrapping the suitcase.

Let the interior of this box not leak a single breath.

"You're welcome, my name is Bai Dong, a first-level scholar in the Bureau of Archeology."

The young man shook his head, and suddenly introduced himself.

"Aren't you from the special affairs department?"

After hearing the young man's self-introduction, the room was a little surprised.

He thought this young man was the master of tricks in the special affairs department.

"The Archaeological Bureau and the Special Affairs Section are parallel units, and there are often work collaborations and exchanges, so I often walk around here."

"That's it."

Nodding his head, Wu Jian expressed his understanding.

He took the suitcase and raised his hand to untie the rope on the suitcase, with a look of shame on his face.

"You'd better be careful, that skin...is weird."

Seeing Wu Jian's action, Bai Dong couldn't help but reminded him.

As an insider, he knew very well what this skin represented.

It is an evil thing that can quickly revive Weird. Even if no rituals are performed, this skin has a special power to make Weird restless.

Under normal circumstances.

This kind of treacherous relic should be sealed in the deepest part of the forbidden item warehouse.

But the one in front of me wants this skin.

In the end, the Archaeological Bureau had no choice but to take the skin out of the forbidden item warehouse and asked him to send it over.

Because compared to this terrible skin.

This one in front of him is even more dangerous.

If he had the idea of ​​robbing, no one would be able to stop him.

"Well, if you're scared, you can go out first, and I'll call you after the inspection."

Raising his eyebrows, Wu Jian smiled and said.

This original spell skin may be very strange, but Wu Jian believes that no matter how strange this skin is, he can still suppress it.

This is the self-confidence developed after suppressing the weirdness many times.

This confidence gave him the confidence to deal with any troubles.

"...Forget it, you can drive."

After a little hesitation, Bai Dong shook his head and stood upright on the spot.

"hehe."

Smiling, the room touched the string on the suitcase.

A subtle cold touch came, and then it was wiped out by Sly Hand.

As the cold aura was wiped away by Sly Hand, the blood-colored rope faded instantly, turning into a cloud of black ash and falling from the suitcase.

Seeing this scene, Bai Dong's eyes twitched slightly.

Wu Jian didn't notice his expression, he was still opening the box seriously.

Tear off the tabby talismans one by one from the seal of the box.

He opened the suitcase.

A chill mixed with the smell of incense ash rushed out of the box.

"Weird smell...but not quite."

In the suitcase, there is also a rough cloth bag, which is tied with the same red rope as the outside of the box.

"Is it useful?"

Wu Jian was speechless.

Now he could already feel the breath of the original spell skin that was carried in the cloth bag.

Although the breath of this spell skin is very cold, it is stronger than many ordinary strange ones.

But this breath is very stable.

Compared with the weirdness that is about to violently kill people at every turn, it is much stronger.

In the face of such weirdness, as long as you keep your distance, you basically don't have to worry about danger.

Shaking his head, Wu Jian pointed at the red string.

Sly Hand overflowed, obliterating the spirit of the red rope again.

Slapped off the black ash turned from the red rope, raised his hand to pick up the cloth bag, and untied the tether of the cloth bag.

Wu Jian pulled out a roll of dull yellow dry and wrinkled skin from it.

This curly skin feels rough and tough. Although the texture looks like human skin, it feels completely different to the touch.

"Is it a creepy skin?"

Rubbing slightly with his fingers, Wu Jian felt that the skin was quite strange.

Even if the power of Sly Hand is contained in his own hands, he cannot easily destroy this skin.

This cloak contains a very powerful strange power.

……interesting. "

Grab the two corners of the original spell hide and shake it off.

A particularly strong smell of incense ash spread, and a trace of illusion began to appear in my mind.

Huge altar, terrifying sacrifices, strange figures, and bloody, beheaded and disemboweled corpses.

All of these corpses had distorted and excited smiles on their faces.

It felt as if death was something very honorable for them.

Make them have a strong joy and happiness.

The incense candles are burning, and the sacrifice has begun.

Strange human figures danced, and complex patterns lit up on the ground.

These textures are somewhat similar to the original

The patterns and characters on the Beginning Curse Skin are more complicated and strange.

Like a drawing from hell.

Countless blood began to flow into these lines.

The light is gathering.

Text is converging

A somewhat hideous figure with strange characters stood up from the lines.

This figure is also composed of countless characters and patterns, but compared to the character figure that Wu Jian faced before.

The shape of this product is even more ferocious and terrifying.

on him.

Most of the characters were distorted and sharp. These sharp strokes even penetrated His body surface, forming sharp thorns like sharp knives.

Coupled with the grimace-like graphics and text on the position of his head.

Let his aura be fierce and ferocious.

His perception was as keen as that of the character figure, and he noticed Wu Jian's prying as soon as he appeared.

But this discovery was not a good thing for him.

boom!

An invisible terrifying power descends.

Let this text figure explode on the spot.

A bloody light and shadow gushed out from the place where the character figure exploded.

It merged into Wu Jian's consciousness.

In Wu Jian's mind.

Another distorted text appeared.

In addition to having a matching handprint, this text.

There is one more ceremony.

A ceremony called offering sacrifices to the ghostly gods.

"call!"

Qing (dehao Zhao) breathed out, and Wu Jian's eyes regained their clarity.

After checking the extra tricks in his mind, he turned his gaze to the front.

He saw that Bai Dong, who was standing opposite him, had his eyes wide open, the whites of which were bloodshot.

Thick blue and black blood vessels stood out on his body surface.

Strains of black blood flowed from his nose and ears.

Under his skin, there seemed to be some living creatures running, causing huge bulges to appear on his skin, which looked disgusting and frightening.

"Ah... Is it so uncomfortable?"

Feeling the restless and cold aura on Bai Dong's body, Wu Jian shook his head.

He sucked away more than half of the cold ash-scented aura that overflowed from the original spell skin just now.

He didn't expect that Bai Dong could stop even the remaining breath.

Take two steps forward.

He looked at Bai Dong with dull eyes.

Wu Jian raised his palm.

A forbidden word appeared on his palm print.

clap!

The backhand is two loud slaps.

The forbidden power released by Sly Hand exploded directly.

The strange restlessness in Bai Dong's body fell into silence for an instant.

"Forehead....…"

Blinking his eyes, Bai Dong's consciousness finally returned.

"Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!"

Unable to resist, his legs softened and he knelt on the ground, Bai Dong propped his hands on the ground and breathed heavily.

Just now, he saw a very terrifying vision.

The phantom made the weirdness in his body immediately start to recover.

He tried to control it forcefully, but it was useless at all. He felt that his consciousness was sinking and his body was being eroded.

He thought he was doomed until he felt a throbbing pain in his cheek.

Then the strange restlessness in his body fell silent.

"Thank you, thank you."

Although his face was swollen, Bai Dong was not angry.

Because he knew that without Wu Jian's slap in the face, he would probably be gone.