Weird recovery: Controlling time in the beginning

"Huh?"

Turning his head to look at Guo Tianhao with a confused face, Wu Jian was also stunned.

He didn't expect that he would be able to meet the tricksters of his time in the eleven-car carriage.

They...... Wouldn't it be to collect debts?

Feeling the restless and strange aura on Guo Tianhao's body, he looked at Lu Ziyang and Pei Xiao who were in a coma behind him.

Wu Jian's eyes narrowed.

These three people can be regarded as a good level of strength among the tricksters of this era.

It's a pity they chose the wrong opponent.

It's a bit miserable now.

Burst!

A slight abnormal sound came, and Wu Jian felt a cold power rise up.

He shook his head wryly when he saw him kicking him away.

The strange flames on his body seemed to be covered in invisible soil, flickering for a moment, and then suddenly extinguished.

Then he shook his head and shook his head.

The boot prints on his chest were also erased by a strange force.

"It's really convenient to shake your head. "

The pitch-black ghost figure stood up behind Wu Jian, and it spread like lightning, enveloping the entire carriage.

The emanation of supernatural power directly cut off the perception of shaking the head.

The Shake Trick kill rule requires shaking the head at the target to take effect.

As long as His perception is cut off, His danger will be greatly reduced.

At this time, his body was covered with scorch marks from the flames, and his body exuded the foul smell of burning corpses.

He shook his neck, and a terrifying breath continued to be released on him.

After being kicked by Wu Jian, his rules for killing have been activated.

But in this darkness, He could not find the target He was going to kill. Around.

His action made Wu Jian frown, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.

"There's something wrong with this state, it's not just weird. "

It's normal weird, and every move is confined to a framework of rules.

As long as the rules are defined, the weirdness can be limited with very little force.

But this shake of the head is a treacherous reflection.

It's clear that we've stepped out of the box.

"Does He have the consciousness of 10 people?"

The time trick manifested in his left eye, and Wu Jian's gaze penetrated the shadow and fell on the body of the shaking head trick.

He saw that a torch of time burned on this strange body.

Most of the flame of the dark gray torch was concentrated on his head and neck, and the torch on his body was very thin.

In the dark gray torches, there were white flames flickering in the stars.

It emits an eerie light.

"Sure enough......"

Seeing these white lights, Wu Jian was stunned.

The white torch is exclusive to humans.

When the torch of human beings is mixed with the weird, it means that the weirdness will be affected by the human consciousness.

The Trickster is the torch of humanity that reigns supreme.

And the weirdness that has gained human consciousness is dominated by the weird torch.

This weirdness is even more terrifying.

Because of the mixing of human consciousness, the weird will break their original rules and become more free and dangerous.

The shadow is trembling.

The rules of shaking the head to kill make this darkness that can obscure the strange perception a little unbearable.

This bobble-shaking killing rule is somewhat like the Trick Emperor Bell, the type that gets more and more terrifying over time.

If left unchecked.

It won't take long for the Shadow to be torn apart.

When the time comes, Wu Jian will face this terrible weirdness.

But will Wu Jian wait until that time?

Burst!

The piercing sword wound appeared abruptly on the bobble-shaking chest.

Black, foul-smelling blood flowed from his bobble-shaking chest, and a sharp, cold aura began to suppress his spirit.

His head stiffened.

Burst!

There was another muffled thud.

There was another piercing wound on his chest.

Puff puff!

Penetrate three times in a row.

The bobble-shaking chest was directly pierced into a sieve.

The constant eruption of strange power directly plunged him into a state of silence.

Hiss!

The shadow retracts and melts into the foot.

Wu Jian, who was holding the broken sword, walked step by step, shook his head motionless, and took out the recruitment form in his pocket.

At this time, the blood-colored text of this recruitment form was constantly flashing with blood, exuding a cold chill.

As Wu Jian pulled him out, several blood-colored chains suddenly erupted from the taskbar, penetrating into the body of the silent shaking monster.

Whoa!

The chains are spreading.

It seems to be searching for something in the body of the bobbist.

It took about thirty seconds.

The chains snapped, then snapped back.

As the chains retracted, the silent bobblehead seemed to have been stimulated by something, and suddenly began to stir strongly.

A particularly terrible force began to erupt in Him.

Burst!

The sword is broken and slashed, and the curse of killing and death erupts.

directly cut off the head of this headshaker.

Let His last revolt be stillborn.

At the same time, the blood-colored chains of the job form shrank back from his body.

Brought out a small stack of bloody banknotes.

Ten cards of 10 denominations, and eight of 1 denominations of 1 yuan

These banknotes are viscous with dark red blood, exuding a cold and terrifying aura.

It's weird, eerie and terrifying.

"Is this a trick coin?"

Wu Jian blinked when he saw the bloody banknote.

He noticed that as the notes were withdrawn, a small piece of the Torch of Time was suddenly missing.

His supernatural moments became incomplete.

"Some kind of weird thing made from the aggregation of weird time?"

Finding this change, Wu Jian raised his eyebrows.

"If that's the case, then can I use the ability of time tricks to draw other weird time to farm money in the ghost money bank?"

Wu Jian didn't know if his idea was reliable.

But he can try.

Moving his gaze, Wu Jian locked on the shaking trick who was beheaded by himself.

At this time, the battered creature had fallen into a state of complete silence.

His terrifying strength has dropped by several levels.

In short, the whole trick is useless.

Even if someone had put his head and body together, he would not have been able to regain his original intensity of terror.

And this kind of weirdness is just perfect for taking time.

Because He has no power to resist.

Da-da-da-da!

The hands of the seconds are constantly beating.

The invisible ripples continue to wash, and the time of shaking the head is constantly plundered.

It is constantly extracted over time.

His body became constantly illusory.

His existence is being stripped away.

His terror is constantly being weakened.

It took about three minutes for most of his body to disappear.

Only a piece of pale chin attached to the neck was left in place.

That is the source of the shaking of the head, the embodiment of the rule of shaking the head to kill people.

"Photograph!"

Wu Jian took out the trick gourd, released a wisp of light smoke, and took the shake head trick that had been completely silent.

A cold aura is rising.

Several numbers bounced on the blood-colored gourd.

Start with nine, and beat to zero.

Wu Jian felt that the gourd was slightly cold, and the overall weight increased significantly.

"Two cents? "

After shaking the gourd and weighing the weight, Wu Jian nodded with satisfaction.

He looked at the four blood-colored characters that appeared behind the entry task in his hand, and smiled even more happily.

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Some trembling voices came, and Wu Jian saw that Guo Tianhao, who had a ghost camera around his neck, was looking at him with some fear.

"Huh, what's the matter?"

Looking at this young man lightly, Wu Jian looked at Lu Ziyang and Pei Xiao who were lying on the ground.

Although these two are a little miserable, they are not in danger of life, and the weirdness they control should have suffered a strong supernatural blow and have now entered a state of silence, and it will not pose a threat to their lives.

As for the young man in front of him, although the spirit in his body was restless, it was also within the controllable range.

They're all in pretty good shape.

"Uh...... Can you do me a favor? We're from the Special Agents and would like to ask you to escort us back to reality. "

Guo Tianhao hesitated for a moment and asked.

Let's be honest.

He's panicking right now.

Because he had just joined the Special Affairs Section not long ago, he didn't know Wu Jian's information.

Now he only knows that the horror displayed in front of him is simply boundless.

It only took such a moment for the terrifying shaking trick to be dismembered into pieces by the other party and imprisoned in the blood-colored gourd.

This made him admire and fear Wu Jian at the same time.

Worship is because of the strength of Wu Jian.

The fear is also because of Wu Jian's strength.

"What a coincidence. "

Listening to the young man's words, Wu Jian raised his eyebrows.

He has no ill feelings towards the Special Affairs Department.

In the Special Affairs Department, he not only prostituted a tricky emperor bell for nothing, but also owed the Special Affairs Department a favor.

Although while suppressing the Emperor Bell, he silenced all the weirdness in Warehouse No. 1, which can be regarded as giving the Special Affairs Department a bunch of weird raw materials that can be easily controlled.

But things are one yard at a time.

He still remembers this favor.

"Hmmm......"

Pulling the conductor's armband on his arm, Wu Jian silently made a supernatural connection with the tricky train.

This is the authority of all conductors.

With this permission, he can see where the next stop of the tricky train stops.

And with the authority of eleven train conductors.

He can even influence whether the next stop of the tricky train is realistic or a gap.

"In five minutes, the car will stop, and then you can take the two of them and me to get off the bus. "

Wu Jian passed the permission and found that the Huangquan had traveled to the vicinity of a site.

Coincidentally.

This station is not a gap, but a real train station.

"Really, that's great!"

Hearing the news, Guo Tianhao was overjoyed.

Although it didn't take long to enter the Yellow Springs.

But he's had enough of this damn spooky train.

It's terrifying.

If it weren't for Wu Jian, the three of them would have no chance of survival.

He was scared.

I'm scared.

As soon as he decided to return to reality, he resigned from the Special Affairs Section.

Although the special affairs department is well treated.

But you have to have a life flower.

Judging from the current situation, he is afraid that he will not be able to hold out at that time.

Bang

The sound of the train running echoed in the carriage.

The whole carriage fell silent.

The death of the bobblehead had no effect on the operation of the train.

There wasn't a single weird passenger in this carriage.

Wu Jian had seen that there were still a few lumps of dirty blood in this carriage that had not been absorbed.

It's obvious.

The strange passengers in this carriage were a little unlucky, and when the ghost ship on the other side hit the Huangquan train, they were all involved in this terrifying collision, and were absorbed by the two terrible trains as nourishment.

In the end, only Guo Tianhao and the three survived in this carriage, and the shaking head was weird.

Whining!

A shrill whistle sounded.

Wu Jian stood up from his seat.

"It's here. "

Chirping!

The screeching sound of brakes sounded.

The Yellow Spring slowed down rapidly and gradually stopped.

Click!

The exit door on the side of the carriage opens automatically.

Wu Jian beckoned to Guo Tianhao.

"Let's go. "

"Good!"

Guo Tianhao dragged one in one hand, took Lu Ziyang and Pei Hao 480, who had not fully woken up, and followed Wu Jian out of the carriage.

Call!

It was as if a film had passed through in an instant.

Guo Tianhao suddenly felt a trance.

Wait until he comes to his senses again.

I found myself on the moon platform.

On this platform, there are many passengers who are preparing to get on the bus.

When they saw Guo Tianhao's appearance, they exclaimed one after another.

Knowing that he had returned to reality, Guo Tianhao's tense nerves finally relaxed, he rolled his eyes, and lost consciousness on the spot.

"I'll go, brother, where did you come from? These two friends of yours are not lightly injured!"

"What are you waiting for? Call the police! Don't you see that the man's neck is broken?"

"Strange? Why did we just see him get out of the car?"

"Do you want to do so much? Didn't you see this person fainting too?"

"The conductor is here! Get out of the way, don't delay the rescue!"

The crowd of onlookers shouted to call the police and call people.

Several uniformed men came running briskly.

No one noticed that at this time, there was a slight distortion of the air on the railway tracks at the station.

Two or three of them suddenly disappeared in place, without a trace.

............

【Hum!】

[Congratulations on obtaining the status of the conductor of the eleven carriages of the Yellow Springs. 】

[You can receive a salary of 80 yuan per month and get eight days of paid vacation.] 】

[But this money doesn't seem to mean anything to you, the person who is about to become the acting shopkeeper of the Ghost Money Bank. 】

[The ghost money village has the authority to issue trick coins, even the Huangquan number does not dare to offend the treasurer of the ghost money bank, even if it is an agent. 】

[Now you only need to enter the ghost money bank, and you can get the title of acting shopkeeper. 】

Leaving the station in the other side.

Wu Jian came to a deserted suburb.

He read the prompts on his phone.

I took out the recruitment form of the ghost money bank.

A blood-colored mist of light wafted out of the form.

Slowly blended into the air in front of him.

With the integration of this mist of light.

A stone pavement appeared in front of Wu Jian out of thin air.

At the end of the stone path

The gloomy ghost money village stood there.

Since the previous generation of shopkeepers was beheaded by Wu Jian.

All the neon signs wrapped around the ghost money village were shattered.

Now this ghost money village is completely shrouded in darkness, exuding a heavy coldness.

I don't know why, though.

Wu Jian felt that the ghost money village should be like this.

Compared to the bells and whistles illuminated by neon lights.

He should be more profound and majestic to be worthy of His identity.

Da-da-da-da!

Stepping on the stone road, Wu Jian came to the door of the ghost money village.

He touched the cold and heavy door of the ghost money village.

A hard push.

A dim glow overflowed from the bank.

At the same time, the recruitment form in his hand suddenly incinerated and quickly transformed into something else.