Weird recovery: Controlling time in the beginning

Ye Xueqing's hometown is not far from the city where Wu Jian is located.

It took less than half a day to get there by public transport.

Stand in front of a town with a hint of antiquity.

Wu Jian's ~ eyes narrowed slightly.

"Here we are, - this is my hometown. "

Ye Xueqing looked at the stone road in the town, and the smile on her face was very bright.

I don't know why, every time she comes to her hometown, she feels a kind of relief from the bottom of her heart.

It's as if this place gives her an infinite sense of security.

"This place...... Not bad. "

Compared with Ye Xueqing's instinctive perception, Wu Jian could see much more things than her.

He saw that in this quaint town.

There was a faint supernatural power wafting through.

This supernatural power forms a mist invisible to the naked eye of the living, surrounding the town.

There is a very simple rule for this fog.

Isolated.

For eerie isolation.

Only for the weird, not for the isolation of the trickster.

This mist was set up by the Tricksters.

After feeling the rules of this mist, such a thought jumped out of Wu Jian's mind for the first time.

At the same time, he also had a strong interest in the ancient books left by his ancestors that Ye Xueqing said.

The supernatural power of this fog that protects the ancient town is not strong.

But it's very ingenious.

It can cover up the strange perception, confuse the weird killing instinct, protect the living within the safety of the living, and do not cause supernatural erosion to the living.

It's not easy.

After all, if you want to step on an ant without trampling it to death, this kind of force is very difficult to control.

And the gap between weird and living people is bigger than the gap between humans and ants.

"Let's go, I'll take you there. "

Ye Xueqing didn't notice the extraordinaryness of her hometown, she walked into the town and beckoned to Wu Jian.

She was a little curious about what was hidden in her hometown, which made a hidden boss like Wu Jian interested.

"Hmm. "

followed Ye Xueqing through the alleys.

The two of them came to the door of a house jutting out of the town.

Ye Xueqing took out an old key from her bag and opened the door of her old house.

Squeak~

A screeching grinding sound came from the rusted doorshaft.

The blackened courtyard door was pushed open by Ye Xueqing.

"This is where my grandfather stayed, and he was always taking care of it, and since he died, this place has been sealed, and he said that I was only allowed to come back here when the world changed so much. "

"His statement has never been accepted by the family, and they feel that my grandfather is old and has started to chatter. "

"Knowing that the strange era was opened, I remembered what my grandfather had ordered. "

"Here, I found a way to harness the weird. "

"Ancient books are also placed here. "

Ye Xueqing, who opened the door, explained the story here to Wu Jian, and at the same time took him towards the depths of this mansion.

As he went deeper, Wu Jian gradually smelled a faint fishy smell in the air.

But Ye Xueqing, who led the way in front, looked unaware.

"Don't you smell anything?"

Wu Jian narrowed his eyes and suddenly spoke.

"The smell? If you say musty, I smell it. "

Ye Xueqing was stunned for a moment, twitched her little nose, and nodded.

"I'm sorry, although I've been here a few times, but I haven't cleaned up here, which makes you laugh. "

"It's fine. "

Wu Jian shook his head, and his expression had returned to normal.

Soon.

The two of them came to the deepest part of the house.

Ye Xueqing took out another key and opened the room in this courtyard.

Call......

An undetectable wind blows, and the smell of fishy smell becomes strong.

Wu Jian saw the interior of this room.

Huge wooden bookshelves stand tall with books of all kinds.

Each of these books is full of the flavor of time.

Yellowed, broken, as if it would collapse in the next second, becoming a useless waste paper.

"This is it, I've read about a third of the books here, and if there's anything wrong, it's here. "

Ye Xueqing looked at this old study, her eyes were a little complicated.

To be able to become a trickster, she is blessed by this study.

But while this study gave her the ability to become a trickster, it also buried something terrible in her body.

This made her full of jealousy of this ancestral study.

She didn't know what to do, and now she only hoped that Wu Jian could help her figure out what was going on in this study.

"That's right. "

Wu Jian nodded and walked into the study.

A strong smell of corpses mixed with the smell of ink sprung up, and a noisy sound sounded in his ears.

"The Great Ming Calendar, the revival of the treacherous, the troubled times will arise, and our generation of scholars can only obtain the means to resist the treacherous only by learning the six arts. "

"In the Great Song Dynasty, the heavenly tricks are coming, the corpses are tens of millions, the world has become hell, fortunately, there are too many tricks, the rules collide, giving mankind a chance to breathe, and the lords of Si Tianjian rely on the weirdness they control to carry out supernatural mediation, so that the strongest heavenly tricks and another demon outside the world have a rule entanglement, so that they fall asleep at the same time. "

"The Tang Dynasty, three islands, ten continents, thirteen strange gaps appeared, the Tang King sent the national teacher Yuan Tiangang and the monk Xuanzang to explore, obtained ten pages of the Book of Heaven, and wanted to create the great cause of eternal peace, but was robbed by mysterious forces, and finally left only three pages of the Book of Heaven, called the Emperor Pole Sutra, Mahayana Buddhism, and pushed the back map. "

"The Great Han calendar, the strange recovery, the incarnation of strange people, a large number of people born to accommodate the strange achievement of the general, the Central Plains, the sky collapsed, and the people were not happy. "

"Great Qin ............"

The sound was loud at first, but faded over time.

Until the end, there was not a single trace of it.

Wu Jian turned his gaze and looked in one direction of the study.

There is a bookcase with many old books on it.

It looks just like any other bookshelf.

But on this shelf, he felt a special "taste".

A taste of history.

Wu Jian, who controls the trick of time, is very sensitive to the supernatural aura of time.

On this shelf, he felt a different breath of time.

The third floor, the sixth book.

Following the guidance of the breath, Wu Jian took out a book from the shelf.

It was an ancient book with all the pages yellowed and the corners corroded and broken.

On the cover of the ancient book are written a few large characters.

【Qianxing Strange Chronicles】

Wu Jian held this ancient book in his hand, and the time trick in his left eye had already manifested.

He saw.

In this ancient book, the supernatural of time forms the shape of a door.

As long as he wants, he can open this door of time at any time and enter the era that belongs to this book.

"Interesting. "

Wu Jian, who found this, raised his eyebrows.

"Did you find anything?"

Ye Xueqing on the side also saw Wu Jian's movements.

She looked at the book in his hand and nodded.

"I've read this book, which records some strange events in the Qianxing period of the Great Song Dynasty, the content is very grotesque, some like the strange records of that era, but if you bring these contents into the era of weird recovery, it is still somewhat reasonable. "

"So do you feel something is wrong with this book? (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

Wu Jian flipped through the book, looked at the contents of the book, and asked Ye Xueqing.

"Except for the content, no. "

Ye Xueqing shook her head.

"Is that so?"

Wu Jian closed the book.

"Can you give me this book?"

"If you need it, no problem. "

Ye Xueqing shook her head and said with a smile.