Weird recovery: Controlling time in the beginning

When!

The broken sword slashed through a straight streak of light and slashed heavily at the silent incense burner.

The sound of Hong Zhong Da Lu rang out.

A huge gap was cut in the incense burner.

An oily liquid flowed out of the cracks, and the air smelled like rotting corpses.

Bubbles are tumbling in the liquid.

A strange palm brought up a sticky splash of water sticking out of it.

But before the palms moved.

Wu Jian had already raised his sword and slashed down.

Poof!

The curse of slashing to death is more terrifying than piercing killing.

The palms were severed and disintegrated, turning into stinking plasma without any supernatural powers and seeping into the dirt.

Lost the support of supernatural powers.

The black liquid in the censer gradually dried up.

Only the lifeless incense burner was left crooked to the side.

"The source of the ghost fog ......".

The needle of the left eye jumps, and the ghosts of time scatter, sealing off the surrounding area.

Through the perception of the ghosts of time.

Wu Jian found that there was a green and white gas mass in this incense burner that was constantly turning.

The air mass is surrounded by a somewhat viscous black liquid.

Under the influence of the ghosts of time,

these liquids are constantly robbed of time, becoming illusory and dry.

The blue and white air mass is the source of the ghost fog.

The black liquid was the cursed liquid that had just killed him once.

This ghost fog turned out to be not a simple weird.

It's two strange mixed existences.

It's just that the blue and white ghost fog is a complete piece of the puzzle.

Rather, the black liquid is just a derivative of some strange power.

With the unreasonable ability to prey on time, these liquids have dried up completely.

Click!

Disappearance of the liquid.

Cracks began to crack in the old incense burner.

The

cracks are dense like cobwebs, all over the incense burner.

With a crisp sound, the incense burner collapsed suddenly.

A ball of

blue and white air the size of a ping-pong ball emerged from it.

Before Wu Jian could make a move.

This air mass ignored the blockade of the Ghost of Time, and directly turned into a white light that ran down Wu Jian's nose and into his body.

“WDNMD！"

His heart was fragrant, and he couldn't speak.

The ghost mist that burrowed into the body was like an extremely cold stream of ice.

The pit daddy touch of "Qin" people's hearts and spleens made his body stiffen quickly.

"Hoo ......

".

A trace of thick white mist overflowed between the teeth.

Wu Jian's face turned pale, like a frozen corpse.

In his mind, one hallucination after another appeared in life and death.

The deep sea blocked by dense fog, the planet frozen by cold fog, the misty forest that can never be walked out of, and the terrible city that hides countless sins in the mist.

Silent pictures appeared one after another, wanting to invade Wu Jian's consciousness and transform his spirit.

Faced with the strange power of a strong invasion, Wu Jian's heart was numb.

His consciousness had been frozen in the ghostly mist.

But the talent of his body could not be frozen by the ghost mist.

Deep and majestic power burst out from an unknown place in the body.

It's like an erupting volcano that destroys everything in its path.

The invasion of the ghost mist was crushed by this force on the spot, turned into fine scum, and was forced into a blue-white smoke, which merged into Wu Jian's breathing.

As the ghost mist was forcibly adapted by Wu Jian's body, it turned into a breathing gas.

Wu Jian's consciousness also quickly returned, and he took control of his body again.

[Buzz!].

[How does the ghost mist taste?].

[Isn't it as refreshing and smooth as ice cream?]

But He has no card in your body, not even qualified to reside in a fixed organ. 】

[Poor mist becomes a breath of your breath, moving in and out of your body with your mind.] 】

[Probably he never thought he would be like this.] 】

[Pitiful, pathetic, lamentable!].

[Is it a distortion of human nature, or is it a moral degradation?].

[You have to be kind to Kiriko in the future. 】

"Kiriko?hehe!".

The text of the strange era prompts that the style of painting is becoming more and more improper.

Wu Jian is already a little used to it.

He took a soft breath and collected the ghost mist that he had just accidentally spit out into his body.

Feel the cold breath swirling between your mouth, nose and throat.

Wu Jian rubbed his throat.

"A bit of a mint flavor and moist. "

The ghost fog is different from the time trick.

Turned into a ghostly mist that breathes.

tracheal circulation in his mouth, nose.

It made him feel comfortable for a while.

It felt like a cool, cold drink that was always moistening his throat.

Let his breathing always feel the best smooth.

"It's kind of interesting. "

I took a deep breath and felt the lightness and coldness between my nose and throat.

Wu Jian withdrew the broken sword from the holster and opened the Trickster Forum.

[The ghost fog has been resolved, and the money will be transferred to my account.] 】

After sending this message, Wu Jian left his bank account number.

He is already too lazy to hide his identity, there is no need at all.

He believes that the other party's forces, if they really want to check.

His identity can't be hidden.

As for whether the other party will default on the debt, he will not be given a bounty.

At this point, Wu Jian is not worried.

The

Trickster Forum isn't just for fun, it's about bringing together tricksters across the country to fight against the endless stream of weird events.

If even the most basic rewards like bounties can't be guaranteed, how can the tricksters go to complete the bounty mission?

And Wu Jian is confident in his own strength, if the other party really pays the bill.

He doesn't mind flexing his muscles to the founders of this forum.

Let them understand that there are people who cannot be offended.