Strange Recovery: Harnessing Time Strangeness At The Beginning

"This guy is such a pervert.

The administrator looked at the fat man's movements and curled his lips in disdain, feeling a little disgusted.

But the other party just took a photo, and she couldn't say much.

She could only cast a disgusted glance at this wretched fat man.

It's a pity that the fat man has no interest in looking at her at all.

At this time, he turned his attention to the beautiful woman in front of him again, and he had already started to fantasize about how to play with this beautiful woman after turning her into a slave.

"Glasses... like it."

"Stockings... are good too."

"Collar.....the collar is indispensable!"

"And the tail...hehehe! Hehehe!"

Thinking about it, the fat man couldn't help laughing out loud.

His lewd laughter carried around the library.

Everyone on this floor couldn't help looking at him.

feel these gazes.

The fat man's face changed, and he lowered his head in a despondent manner.

He raised his hand to wipe the drool dripping from the corner of his mouth, his expression twisted.

You bastards! What are you looking at!

The fat man roared in his heart, but he didn't dare to show the slightest mistake on his face.

If there were only the girl he liked and that ugly administrator aunt here, he would be nothing to be afraid of.

But he really didn't dare to provoke that white-haired man.

Although he is lustful.

But not stupid.

He could see that the white-haired man was particularly strong and tall.

With a pair of sand bowl-like fists, he is absolutely as easy as playing.

"Fuck, just wait for me...just wait for me, you won't have a good time..."

Gritting his teeth, the fat man touched the phone in his pocket, stood up silently, and walked out of the library quickly.

He couldn't wait, he was going home for the ceremony now.

He wants this woman to become his bitch immediately,

He is going to be the king of the world!

With bloodshot eyes, the fat man hailed a taxi and got on it.

He is reluctant to take a taxi on weekdays.

But today, everything is going to be different.

Taxis are fast.

It took him only ten minutes to return to his home.

This is an old neighborhood.

The environment inside the community is very messy.

The accumulation of waste and litter makes it look backward and chaotic.

To this.

The fat man didn't care.

He took the key and opened the door of Room 950 and walked into the room.

A strong smell of traditional Chinese medicine came to the nostrils, and the fat man showed a strong irritated expression on his face.

"Old man, you should die."

Glancing at the location of the bedroom, the fat man quickly walked towards the kitchen.

"Xiao Cong, is that you? You are back? Pour a glass of water for grandma, grandma is very thirsty.

A trembling old woman's voice came from the room.

But the fat man ignored her.

"Didn't you hear? Grandma is thirsty, hurry up and pour me a glass of water!"

The old woman in the room found that no one responded, and her voice became a little sharp.

"Don't you want this month's living expenses!"

#!

Xiao Cong in the kitchen cursed secretly, and pulled out a sharp boning knife from the knife holder.

After trying the sharpness of the knife, a ferocious smile appeared on his face.

"...!"

"hurry up!"

The old woman's voice was impatient.

She complained in her heart that this useless grandson couldn't do anything well.

But she didn't know that his grandson would become the king of Hades who wanted his life.

Holding the sharp knife, Xiao Cong walked quickly into the bedroom.

He looked at the old woman lying on the bed, and took out a sharp boning knife.

Soon there was a terrified scream from the bedroom.

"Xiao Cong, what are you doing? Quickly put down the knife!"

"Oh! It hurts me to death! Xiao Cong, you bastard! You actually want to kill your grandma."

...... Please, don't kill me, I will give you all my money, all my money is in the card, the password is XXXXX.

"Help! Help..."

Pooh!

Pooh!

Pooh!

The screams and screams gradually weakened, leaving only the sound of knives piercing flesh.

"call!"

"call!"

"call!"

After a while.

Xiao Cong wiped the blood spattered on his face, panting continuously.

In front of him, there was a bloody old woman's body that had been stabbed.

On the neck and chest of the corpse, there were deep or shallow stab wounds everywhere.

Blood flowed from these wounds and was stained a dark red color.

"I, I killed..."

His expression was terrified, and his hands were shaking constantly.

Xiao Cong found that he was not as bold as he imagined.

After the murder, his biggest feeling is fear and regret (cafi).

"Woo! Grandma... I'm sorry!"

Throwing away the bloody knife, Xiao Cong cried bitterly.

After crying for a while, he sniffed the bloody smell in the room, his stomach rolled, and he vomited directly.

vomit!

The sour lunch came out of his mouth, making Xiao Cong burst into tears.

It took him a while to recover from lying on the toilet.

"Huh! Huh! A ceremony is to be held!"

He wiped his mouth, took out his mobile phone, and looked at the picture of the sweet girl in the mobile phone, and the fear in his heart dissipated immediately.

"As long as you have her, nothing else matters, anyway, grandma won't live long.

Holding the mobile phone, he came to his room and printed out the photos in the mobile phone.

Xiao Cong came to his grandma's room again, dragged the already dead grandma off the bed, and dragged her into the living room.

The blood left a long trail of blood on the ground.

But Xiao Cong didn't care.

He pushed the furniture in the living room aside, then took out his phone and started to arrange it.

"Use the blood of the deceased to draw out the base plate of the ceremony, and then place the sacrifice in the middle of the base plate."

On Xiao Cong's mobile phone, a video is playing, which explains the steps of an evil ritual step by step in detail.

Follow the instructions in the video.

Little by little, Xiao Cong painted the complex and distorted figures on the floor and walls of the living room.

One by one, weird words gradually took shape, and the whole room was filled with a strong smell of blood.

In order to be able to write and play with these weird characters, Xiao Cong cut a few times on his grandmother's body "to let out blood.

Almost draining the old man's blood, he finally finished writing these weird words.

"Hoo hoo!"

Smelling the smell of blood all over the room, Xiao Cong didn't know why he was no longer afraid.

Instead, I felt a little inexplicably excited.

A mysterious stimulation of stepping into the taboo made his adrenal glands soar and his eyes turned red.

"Close the curtains so that no light is allowed to pass through, paste the photo of the target you want to control on the forehead of the sacrifice, and then light thirteen candles to surround the sacrifice."

After pasting the printed photos on grandma's body, Xiao Cong took out thirteen candles that he had prepared earlier and formed a circle.

ignite.

Candles burned one by one.

The air in the room began to become cold unconsciously.

Xiao Cong didn't notice this, and lit all the candles step by step.

call!

With the last candle lit.

A gust of wind appeared out of nowhere and blew the candle flames wobbly.

With the wind blowing, the bright yellow flame turned into a strange emerald green.

Ruoyouuowu's strange murmurs began to sound in the room.

Regarding this, Xiao Cong has become dull.

The pupils of his eyes have been enlarged to cover the entire pupil.

In his dark pupils, a strange face emerged.

This human face was extremely pale, with sunken eye sockets, very protruding cheekbones, a goatee growing on the lower jaw, and a very dull face without any expression.

"Next step......"

Xiao Cong with dilated pupils picked up the sharp knife on the ground and aimed it at his neck, slowly cutting it off.

puff!

Blood spattered and dripped out.

Warm blood flowed from his neck, and Xiao Cong's face quickly turned pale.

But like a puppet without any consciousness, he kept cutting the sharp knife into his neck, and then spun around his neck fiercely.

creak!

Click!

The sound of bones and metal rubbing against one's teeth can be heard.

Xiao Cong's neck was cut off abruptly by himself.

A large amount of blood flowed from his body, continuously merging into the bloody text on the ground.

With the incorporation of these bloods, the more terrifying cold force began to spread, forming an invisible connection, and began to spread towards the distance.

"you are mine......"

Holding his head in his hand, Xiao Cong's blood-stained head showed a horrifying smile.

"You're mine now!"

puff!

As soon as he said these words, his head suddenly exploded.

At the same time, there were thirteen candles burning on the ground and a photo of the old woman's face.

The dark red blood-colored runes on the ground continued to make strange noises, quickly evaporating and carbonizing.

At the same time on the other side of the earth.

A man with a pale face and prominent cheekbones, sitting cross-legged in a room similar to a practice room, suddenly changed his face.

"NO!"

He let out a scream.

A terrifying handprint suddenly appeared on his body. This handprint was huge and deep, with terrifying palm prints that made the scalp tingle.

With the appearance of this handprint, the man felt that the strangeness in his body gradually began to quiet down.

"Do not kill me!"

The man struggled and ran to a corner of the room, where there was a mud-stained urn, and the urn was covered with distorted and evil characters, like some kind of terrible seal.

In this columbarium, there is a seal and a very terrifying strangeness.

Originally, he didn't want to touch this terrible thing.

But in the current situation, he can't do without touching it.

He suffered a very horrific spooky attack.

He had to find a way to find a more terrifying weirdness to fight against this weirdness.

Click!

Another handprint appeared, directly crushing half of the man's bones.

He fell straight to the ground.

With only half of his body left to move, he struggled and crawled towards the urn.

Click!

Click!

Click!

The deep handprints appeared one after another on the man's body, quickly pinching him out of shape.

And this man finally wriggled to the front of the ashes urn.

At this moment, he could no longer manipulate his twisted hands, so he could only raise his head vigorously, trying to knock over the urn with his forehead.

But at this moment, an invisible big hand landed on his head, and then squeezed it hard.

puff!

Blood and brains splattered.

Sprayed on the weird urn.

poof.

Losing his head, the man fell heavily to the ground, truly dead.

Click!

The urn in front of him slowly absorbed the blood on the surface.

Suddenly a thin crack bloomed.

An invisible cold breath escaped from this crack, and merged into the man's headless corpse.

His fingers trembled slightly.

The body was distorted and inhuman, and the head-shattered corpse suddenly moved.

The bones and muscles in his body were spliced ​​together quickly under the action of a strange force.

Slowly pulled out and stood up.

He raised his hands and slowly embraced the ashes urn in his arms.

Click!

There was another cracking sound from the columbarium, and a hole was directly shattered on the columbarium.

In the hole, one can vaguely see a bloodshot eyeball, which is constantly turning.

"Thank you, classmate Ye Xueqing."

In the library, Wu Jian closed the book in his hand and smiled at the girl in front of him.

"You're welcome, Brother Wu Jian, helping you find these places also allowed me to consolidate my knowledge of history and geography.

Ye Xueqing is the girl Xiao Cong misses.

When Wu Jian was looking for books, it happened that she was also looking for books on ancient geography.

So the two chatted together on this topic.

Ye Xueqing is a top student in the history department of Qingshan University, and her knowledge reserve is much stronger than Wu Jian, a layman.

With her help, Wu Jian quickly determined the location of the floating gaps in the old man's memory.

And he also discovered that this girl is also very good at studying ancient folk myths and archaeology.

From her, Wu Jian learned a lot and felt that he benefited a lot.

"Can I add your contact information? When we have time in the future, we can study together."

"Okay, welcome anytime."

Ye Xueqing pushed up her glasses and smiled gently.

She doesn't dislike Wu Jian, a tall and handsome boy.

Especially when the other party communicated with her, the earnestness of indulging in learning made her have a very good impression of him.

"Then I'll go first, and I'll contact you when I have time."

Wu Jian stood up and nodded to Ye Xueqing.

"Bye-Bye."

"Bye-Bye.

Walking out of the library, Wu Jian's expression returned to indifference.

He rubbed his fingers and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Although the source was pinched to death, it seems to have released a very dangerous thing... It doesn't matter, anyway, let them have a headache when they are abroad."

When he was studying beside Ye Xueqing just now, he suddenly felt a strange aura, which wanted to act on Ye Xueqing along the invisible channel.

He did it.

He directly manifested Sly Hand, through this strange breath as a medium.

It directly crushed Xiao Cong's head that was infested with ghosts, and at the same time, along the medium of the ceremony, crushed the guy who was hiding abroad to death together.

When crushing this guy to death, Wu Jian followed Sly Hand's perception and found the terrible urn.

He could feel that there was a terrible mystery hidden in that urn.

But he didn't mind his own business.

The weirdness that you make yourself, you can do it yourself.

Since these guys have brought out such a dangerous weirdness.

Then let them find a way to imprison this thing. .