Weird recovery: Controlling time in the beginning

"Coming back?"

Zhang Jiuzhi, who had his hands in his sleeves, looked at his side with his expression.

There, Wu Jian's figure has already appeared.

"Hmm. "

Wu Jian nodded absently, as if he had done a trivial matter.

As a matter of fact.

Killing Charles was really a trivial thing for him.

He wasn't even interested in torturing the other party.

Pinch it to death casually.

"Let's go. "

Wu Jian raised his hand to stop a taxi, beckoned Zhang Jiuzhi to sit together.

"Why didn't you just take a taxi?"

Zhang Jiuzhi, who was sitting next to Wu Jian, tilted his head and wondered.

"It was just now, and now I don't want to go. "

Wu Jian held his cheek with one hand, looked at the scenery outside the window, and said lightly.

"You're really headstrong. "

Zhang Jiuzhi said with a smile.

"Maybe. "

Wu Jian replied casually and said no more.

Hong Kong Island is not too big.

It took less than half an hour to reach your destination by taxi.

"The rift has begun to invade reality. "

Zhang Jiuzhi took off the blindfold of his left eye, and the emerald 443 eyeballs flashed with a cold light, and looked at the location of the Kowloon Walled City.

"That area has been completely contaminated by the spirit of the crevice...... There is no help. "

"No, there is salvation. "

Hearing Wu Jian say this, Zhang Jiuzhi was also stunned.

She knew that Wu Jian had a time trick that could manipulate time.

But she didn't expect Wu Jian to be able to manipulate time to such an extent.

Pull such a large area back to its normal state.

She couldn't imagine how much power this kind of operation would take.

No matter how powerful a trickster is, when he uses strange powers, he will cause strange reverse erosion.

Isn't he afraid that after this regression, time will revive directly on him?

"I guess so. "

Wu Jian nodded.

He didn't know Zhang Jiuzhi's complicated thoughts.

He just deduced the possibility of going back in time based on the power he possessed.

If the Kowloon Walled City is completely caught in a crack, there is really no way for him to go back to the normal state of the Kowloon Walled City.

However, it just so happened that the devouring of the Kowloon Walled City in these gaps was not complete, so that the Kowloon Walled City still has a trace of connection with the real world time.

It is because of this connection that Wu Jian has the confidence to use the power of time to pull the Kowloon Walled City back from the gap.

Complete region-wide time backtracking.

"So are we going in together, or are you waiting outside?"

Zhang Jiuzhi took a deep breath, suppressed the horror in his heart, and said.

"I can fix it outside without having to go in. "

The light of Wu Jian's left eye flickered, and the sight of the time treacherous had already penetrated the blockade of the gap, locking the clusters of time torches with abnormal color inside the gap.

With a gesture of opening his hand, the space at hand was slightly blurred.

Wu Jian probed his hand into it twice, and then pulled out an old rifle.

Then he fumbled around a little more, and found a strange toy box out of it.

Finally, he pulled out a stack of fifty yuan coins from his pocket.

“？"

Looking at these things that Wu Jian took out, a question mark floated out of Zhang Jiuzhi's head on the side.

The rifle she knew, was a weapon of this era.

And judging from the breath, this gun is still a strange artifact.

But this toy box and trick coins, she didn't understand what to do.

"First of all, the ammunition, there are five weird in total, prepare five bullets. "

Wu Jian didn't explain, he picked up the trick coin, counted out ten, and threw it into the toy box.

He's going to use weird toy boxes and tricky coins to make ammunition for the ghost rifle.

This ghost rifle has ammo and is a rather sharp and weird weapon. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

But without ammunition, it's just a useless burning stick.

If Wu Jian wants to use this gun, he must first solve the problem of ammunition.

Just enough to be able to transform the weird, the weird toy box that makes toys can solve this problem.

Didi Doo Da!

Grotesque music plays in the toy box, mixed with the sound of squirming and banging.

It took about a minute.

The lid of the toy box pops open.

A skull with symbols in its eyes slowly rises from the toy box.

Gradually dissipated.

Clang, five bullets fell out of the smoke.

These bullets are made of plastic, and the surface seems to be gilded, golden, and there are patterns in the position of the bullet casing, which makes these bullets look a little damp.

"A hundred bullets should be enough to silence them. "

Click!

Pull the bolt and push the toy bullets into the magazine.

Wu Jian felt that as the bullet pressed in, the cold aura of this ghost rifle became thicker and more terrifying.

This is a complement to the ghost rifle.

The terrifying rule of this ghost rifle is that you must shoot to death.

As long as it is locked by the ghost rifle, then the bullets fired by this ghost rifle will inevitably hit the target.

And the longer the aim, the more powerful the bullet will be.

And the stronger the strange power of the bullets used, the longer the ghost rifle can be aimed.

The two are mutually reinforcing.

However, the longer you aim, the stronger the creep will be on the user.

Ordinary people can control the ghost rifle, and they can aim for about a minute at most.

And Wu Jian can aim at the power limit that the ghost rifle ammunition can reach.

Click!

The bolt of the gun was loaded, Wu Jian held the gun in both hands, the butt of the gun against his shoulder, squinted his eyes and began to aim.

He shot at a target in college and knew a little bit about shooting.

With such a little knowledge of shooting, it was enough for him.

Mastering the ghost rifle shooting technique is secondary, and being able to control the ghost rifle's physique is the main thing.

And Wu Jian can easily control this rifle at no cost.

At three points and one line, Wu Jian's gaze locked on a strange time flame inside the gap.

A cold aura spilled out of the ghost rifle as the line of sight locked on, connecting to the top of the flame.

The Time Torch was unaware of this.

The lock continued, and Wu Jian felt that the ghost rifle in his hand was getting colder and colder, and the smell of gunsmoke gradually rose in this gun.

Wu Jian felt that at this moment, the ghost rifle seemed to be asking him for something.

He magically injected a wisp of treacherous flame into the ghost rifle.

The dim light flickered, and he felt a hint of satisfaction from the ghost rifle in his hand.

He knew it was time to shoot.

Bang!

Finger snap down.

The ghost rifle shook, and a dusky gunfire erupted from the muzzle.

A golden bullet burst out of the muzzle, with a spiral of eerie flames, piercing through the long space and piercing into the gap.

Burst!

The strange torch that was locked by Wu Jian, the flames at the head position suddenly exploded.

Then the flames on his body suddenly froze, and he fell into a state of silence.