Strange Recovery: Harnessing Time Strangeness At The Beginning

Brush, brush, brush!

puff!

Spit out a mouthful of foam.

Wu Jian bared his teeth in the mirror.

He found that his teeth had become bright and white, and the upper and lower canines were slightly elongated, looking wild.

"Not bad, it feels a little whiter."

Biting up and down, the teeth collided and made a clicking sound.

Wu Jian nodded in satisfaction.

That creepy god who possessed the ability to devour weirdness was finally ruthlessly prostituted by him for nothing.

Not only did he lose a lot of weird power, but he also allowed Wu Jian to get an ability that belonged to him for nothing.

The ability to chew tricks for food.

Although Wu Jian couldn't bite directly into the void like this ghostly god, Tungui was like eating jelly beans.

But his current teeth can already divide the weaker monsters, directly devour their rules, and integrate them into his own subjects.

"This is looking more and more like a monster."

After licking his pointed canines, Wu Jian picked up a towel and wiped his mouth.

He walked out of the bathroom shirtless and came into the bedroom.

over there.

Broken Sword, Weird Emperor Clock, Weird Toy Box, Nuozu Mask, Primal Curse Skin, Scarlet Gourd, and Weird Leather Book were placed in a row on the table by him.

On a nearby hanger was a captain's coat, with ghost boots underneath.

These utensils exude a variety of eerie and cold auras, wandering in this room, making this room like a cave, full of invisible terror.

"Hehe, I feel like I can build a hand-made display cabinet, put these things in it, it must be very eye-catching.

Picking up the weird book, Wu Jian lay down on the bed.

He opened the leather book, and he found that the leather book was blank at this time.

The words recorded on the first few pages seemed to be erased by an invisible eraser, leaving no trace.

"What the hell, the date information is not kept, is it?"

Unable to restrain himself from cursing, Wu Jian's left eye flashed a faint light.

He is going to do an experiment.

"Are you there?"

【Here I am. 】

The bloody text appeared slowly as if soaked in blood.

Looking at these two words, Wu Jian narrowed his eyes. 20

"What the hell are you?"

[I am just a book. 】

The bloody text appeared again.

"What's your use?"

【Answer the question, that's all. 】

There is a kind of detachment and indifference between the lines of the blood-colored text.

"Are you weird?"

【I need your name to answer this question. 】

name?

The left eye is transformed into a time-strange dial shape.

The short needle of time in Wu Jian's left eye began to tremble.

After returning from Laojunling, he has a new understanding of the power of time, and he feels that he can use this eye to perform another kind of time manipulation.

This operation is not a restart of going back to the past, nor is it a time-stop that fixes the present, but a future view of the future.

click!

The short hand of time jumped a tick lightly.

Wu Jian's perspective suddenly split into two pictures.

One of the angles of view is very clear, reflecting the strange book that has not changed much.

And the other angle of view is a little blurred, constantly trembling.

From this perspective, there is an extra line of text on the weird book.

[I'm cunning. 】

[The price of dominating me is the acquisition of knowledge. 】

[The more you know, it doesn't necessarily mean it's a good thing, and indescribable fear will come to you. 】

[It cannot be said. 】

click!

The pointer of time that jumped forward bounced back to its original position.

Wu Jian felt a dryness in his left eye.

The split perspective is restored again.

Wu Jian closed the weird book in his hand.

"It really is weird."

This book is weird, but his rules are very peculiar.

It is not killing people directly, but allowing those who control him to continuously acquire knowledge.

This kind of knowledge seems to be very dangerous. The more one knows, the easier it is to attract some kind of indescribable horror.

This horror may be some kind of terrible existence that cannot be mentioned at all.

Even the leather book cannot be displayed.

However, facing Wu Jian.

The fate of this book is to be constantly prostituted.

Just now, Wu Jian observed a period of the future in which he asked questions about the paper using the future perspective of time.

As long as he rests for a while to let the dryness of his left eye recede, he can have a second future vision and get more knowledge from this book.

"The book...not bad."

Turning his eyes, Wu Jian set his sights on the bloody gourd.

"He should know what this gourd is for."

Wu Jian rested on the bed for a while, and after about an hour, he felt that the dryness in his left eye had finally receded.

"Well, the cooling time of Future Vision is one hour."

Picking up the leather book again, Wu Jian opened it.

click!

The short hand of time jumped forward again.

The line of sight was split into two pieces again.

In the blurred and trembling perspective, a string of words began to appear on the leather book.

[This gourd is a trick, it can absorb the weirdness, dissolve it into a liquid, this liquid can be called the trick wine. 】

[This kind of weird wine is the embodiment of the rules of horror, and you can get this weird horror puzzle by drinking it for Wei Wei. 】

[Humans will only die if they drink the crafty wine. Drinking the crafty wine may suppress the recovery of the weirdness in the body, or it may promote the recovery of the weirdness in the body. It depends on the type of crafty wine and the amount of drinking. 】

[The gourd can carry up to three catties of two taels of crafty wine. 】

[Using the gourd to capture the strangeness needs to point the mouth of the gourd at the strangeness for more than 30 seconds. If you have the "Shooting" strange seal, you can shorten the time by ten times. If the strangeness is in a silent state, you can complete the instant capture. 】

【The Strange Seal of Photography...】

The left eye saw that it was already too dry.

The pointer that jumped forward couldn't hold on anymore, and suddenly bounced back to its original position.

Wu Jian raised his hand to cover his aching left eye, gritted his teeth, and looked at the weird leather book in his hand.

At this time, many places on the book were blood red, as if soaked in blood.

There was a fierce bloody smell.

Wu Jian felt the chill rippling on the book, and for the first time felt that the book looked a little weird.

"What’s wrong with you?"

【I have no idea. 】

Distorted text appeared on the page, filling the entire page.

Like a hysterical lunatic scribbling on this page.

"So can you still answer my question?"

【Name! Give me a name!】

The blood-colored words continued to overflow, layer upon layer, painting this page into a chaotic bright red.

Drops of blood-like ink overflowed from the words, tangled in mid-air, and finally formed a blood-colored ghost claw, and grabbed Wu Jian.

puff!

The hands snapped together.

The manifested Sly Hand released a terrible spiritual suppression.

Crush this sly hand directly.

Wu Jian closed the weird book and put it on the table.

This weird leather book was still in constant agitation, and layers of bloody liquid continued to overflow from the pages, staining the table with bloody traces.

"It's not over, is it?"

Wu Jian frowned, picked up the broken sword and slapped it on the weird book.

A sharp and cold breath erupted, directly evaporating the blood flowing from the strange book.

The horror of the broken sword suppressed the furious Pishu.

"What the hell, being weird is also bullying."

Seeing that the weird book was honest, Wu Jian turned his attention to the bloody gourd.

"Tricky gourd?"

He raised his hand to pick up the gourd, and touched the skin of the gourd, which was as smooth as skin.

Wu Jian shook it and weighed it.

About half a catty of all the crafty wine was kept in this gourd.

"Crafting wine... what does it taste like?"

Shaking the Tricky Gourd and hearing the sound of rushing water, he couldn't help being curious.

The crafty wine in this gourd definitely does not come from modern times, but has been passed down from ancient times to the present.

It is a real century-old, or even a thousand-year-old wine.

Although Wu Jian doesn't like drinking very much.

But this is the level of aging, he really wants to taste it.

Even if the wine is brewed by Weird.

"My physique should be able to carry this thing, just take a sip, it should be fine.

Wave!

Pull off the gourd stopper.

A strange smell wafted from the gourd.

This smell is somewhat similar to the aroma of wine, mixed with a smell of blood and fruit, sweet and greasy with fishy smell, but not unpleasant.

"Just a sip."

Pick up the gourd, open the mouth, and throw the mouth of the gourd towards his own mouth.

swish!

A stream of clear wine crossed an arc and fell into his mouth.

So hot!

As soon as the wine entered the mouth, Wu Jian immediately reversed the gourd, put the stopper back on the gourd mouth.

He felt the contradictory sensations of coldness and burningness in his mouth.

It feels a bit cool for no reason.

Gudong!

Throat fluttered.

Sneaky wine into the stomach.

Wu Jian couldn't help hiccupping.

belch!

A trace of alcohol overflowed from his mouth, forming a screaming skeleton in mid-air, slowly dissipating.

Watching this horrifying scene speechlessly, Wu Jian didn't feel the slightest bit of unhappiness.

Instead, I feel a little comfortable.

He felt that his stomach was releasing waves of warm current into his body, making his body hotter.

At the same time, he felt that his brain began to become dizzy as his body temperature rose.

"I am drunk?"

Feeling the double vision, Wu Jian lay unsteadily on the bed.

It only took a moment.

He was just snoring slightly.

"Where is this?"

Wu Jian woke up again and found himself in a strange place.

This is a small courtyard in the Lin style of Jiangsu Garden.

It's just that this small courtyard seems to have been abandoned for a long time, and the entire courtyard is overgrown with weeds, giving off a sense of decadence and dilapidation.

"Why am I here?"

Wu Jian rubbed his temples, feeling a little dazed.

He remembered that he took a sip of the crafty wine, and then went to the top.

In the end, he must have passed out drunk.

But why did he wake up in such an inexplicable place?

He looked down and checked.

Wu Jian found that he only had a pair of trousers on his body, and his strong upper body and big feet were all exposed.

At the same time, he also discovered that besides Time Sly and Sly Hand, there are reflections on his body.

All other weirdnesses have disappeared.

"It's not right."

Wu Jian frowned upon discovering this.

It's not normal that the weirdness of those artifacts is not on him, after all, he didn't equip these things when he fell asleep.

But the ghost mist lurking in his breath and the strange flame that turned into his body temperature were gone.

That would be a bit unreasonable.

"340 here...couldn't be my dreamland.

Wu Jian raised his hand and pinched his own

thigh.

"Hiss! It hurts! Do dreams hurt too?"

Grinding his teeth and rubbing his thighs, Wu Jian looked up at the dark sky, then turned his head to look at the garden he was in, and finally shrugged.

"I wouldn't have been brought here by that sip of wine."

With a thought, the time in the left eye manifests strangely

The power of time rippled slightly, and the entire space began to tremble.

Wu Jian vaguely saw his room.

"Well, there is not much binding power, it seems that this dream can break free at any time."

Nodding his head, Wu Jian was about to use the power of time to escape from this dream.

But at this time, he vaguely heard a cry for help.

"Help!"

"Help!"

"Who can help me!"

He turned his head and looked in the direction of the sound.

Wu Jian saw an antique wooden building in the middle of the courtyard.

That's where the cry for help came from.

"Er...it can't be tricky."

The cry for help in the dream, no matter how you look at it, something is wrong.

Wu Jian felt that it was better for him not to meddle in his own business.

He activated the power of time treachery, ready to forcibly escape from this dream.

But at this moment, the door of the small building was suddenly knocked open, and a woman in modern clothes rushed out of it.

"Help! There's something weird here!"

Ouyang Meng didn't know how many times he had escaped from this small building.

But every time she would be thrown out of the small building until the horrible female corpse dragged her back to the small building again.

Every time she was pulled back, she would be unconscious for a while.

When she woke up again, it was already dawn.

During the day her life went on as usual.

But at night, she can't help but want to sleep.

Every time she fell asleep, she would wake up in that ancient boudoir, and every time she woke up, there would be this female corpse lying beside her.

This female corpse will continue to attack her.

Kill her on that bed.

Ouyang Meng felt that every time he died, part of his body would be replaced.

After so many days, half of her body has been replaced by inexplicable things.

She felt like she was going to give up and turn into a horrible thing.

Today, as usual, after she came to this room, she immediately started calling for help and running away.

she knows.

Doing all this is futile.

But her survival instinct still made her keep fleeing from this room.

But today, she saw a different figure in the yard outside. .