Weird recovery: Controlling time in the beginning

"Humph!"

With a muffled snort, Wu Jian raised his hand to cover his head, and a warm nosebleed flowed from his nose.

The terrible urge to bury everything quickly receded.

"Forehead ......"

Raising his head, Wu Jian found that the huge tomb in front of him was rapidly shrinking.

And the strange power in his body is constantly improving.

He's ingesting the power of burial tricks.

This silent god instinctively poured his own spirit into Wu Jian's body.

He wanted to get a shell.

But He didn't know.

This target of His infusion is not a shell, but a cage.

His supernatural and terrifying rules were directly injected into an extraordinarily large cage and imprisoned fiercely.

If the burial stagger is now in a state of recovery.

Finding this change, you should have instinctively stopped this behavior of sending sheep into the tiger's mouth.

Pity.

He is now in a state of silence.

The ritual of sacrificing to the god and the mask of the ancestor were the only passages through which he could move.

Moved by these two things, he could only stupidly keep throwing himself into Wu Jian's body.

"Hmmm......"

The lines on his skin became more and more complex, and Wu Jian felt that strange visions began to appear in his consciousness.

A tomb like a mountain appeared.

Under the grave bag.

Countless weirdness is buried.

In front of the burial bag, a huge tombstone rises.

There are four large characters on the tombstone.

【Strange Seal Heavy Mountain】

Under the suppression of this tombstone, all the strangeness in the tomb bag fell silent, and was constantly decomposed and absorbed by the giant tomb.

As the giant tomb decomposes more and more weirdly.

The tombstone outside gradually began to decay and crack.

That's a phenomenon of supernatural conflict.

This tombstone that suppressed the giant tomb was worn away by the spirit of the giant tomb.

Click!

Almost at the same time as the tombstone shattered.

The illusion in Wu Jian's mind was shattered.

His physique is at the level of a god in terms of illusions.

Whether it's the most ordinary weird, or the most treacherous time.

None of them can use illusions to corrupt Wu Jian's consciousness and soul.

"Trick Seal...... Heavy mountains?"

The eyes under the mask of the ancestor shone brightly, and Wu Jian's palm prints continued to change.

He glanced at the grave bag, which had been half-shrunk.

He turned his perspective to look at the huge tombstone in front of the tomb.

Although this tombstone is already full of cracks, it will be shattered into pieces in the next second.

But an inexplicable force made this tombstone firmly glued in place, always releasing a strange force of suppression.

This power is the power of the mountain of tricks.

"Pinch the trick into a seal, turn the seal into a monument...... Is this tombstone also a treacherous? Use the hedging of supernatural powers to create a balance between the weird and achieve the effect of imprisoning?"

"This means...... Not bad!"

The illusion of burying the trick not only did not bring harm to Wu Jian, but made him prostitute a wave of knowledge in vain.

Wu Jian raised his hands.

He made a clasping motion at the shattered stele.

Creak!

A giant hand-shaped spirit grasps the stele.

The strange power of kneading is unleashed.

Under the action of this terrifying force.

The shattered stele was constantly glued and shrunk, and finally pinched into a palm-sized seal.

The seal is square, and the whole body is gray and white.

Above are the shape of stacked mountains, which are made up of countless twisted humanoid ramparts.

The square seal below is very regular.

Engrave these two big characters.

Heavy mountain.

Hold this seal.

Wu Jian could feel the supernatural spirit contained in this seal.

This trick seal can not only be turned into a tombstone to suppress the supernatural.

At the same time, this seal can also be turned into a mountain and crushed weird.

This is a seal made by one party with weirdness, and it also contains terrifying spirits.

As long as the terror level is not as strong as this seal.

Don't try to break free from the suppression of this seal if it's weird.

"Hey~!"

Hold the fist in your hand and put away the mountain of tricks.

Wu Jian exhaled a mouthful of turbid air mixed with the smell of incense.

This is the breath of burial.

Now, this terrible scourge that could bury the strange had completely entered his body.

"The power of burial. "

Feeling the huge spirit in his body, Wu Jian waved his hand.

The huge graveyard was constantly vanishing and disappearing into thin air.

This cemetery.

It's just a ghost that buries the manifestation of the treachery.

Now that the burial treachery has been imprisoned by him,

Naturally, the ghost snake no longer exists.

"Then the question is, who entered the burial ghost and released the strange people imprisoned in the cemetery?"

Raising his hand, he grabbed the Nuzu mask.

Gently remove it.

The lines and gray attached to Wu Jian's body quickly retracted to the Wu Zu mask.

Turned into a "burial" word text, staying in the internal test of the mask.

This is a strange text that belongs to the burial trick.

After absorbing this text, the supernatural on the mask of the ancestor became even more terrifying.

"Is it some other deceit, or is it a calamity? Or is it a type of calamity?"

More questions rose in his mind, but Wu Jian had no clue.

There are so many weird hidden secrets that it's not so easy to figure out.

He didn't dwell too much on the issue.

Feeling the terrifying supernatural power in his body, Wu Jian grinned, and his eyes flickered.

"So what's next?"

The terror that ravages the Lighthouse Nation?

The country shrouded in ghosts?

Or is it a treacherous sea catastrophe on the chart of the ghost ship?

Or other weird stops on the way of the Yellow Springs?

You can even go to Laojun Temple, where the Taoist priest left a gap?

Wu Jian said that there were too many choices, and he was a little picky.

After imprisoning the burial terrorist, he finally had a little confidence and dared to face any enemy.

The question now is which target he chooses better.

"I need to get stronger...... That's where you want to go. "

Wu Jian made a decision in his heart, and his figure gradually turned into a virtual shadow and disappeared from this barren land.

Without the supernatural suppression of the burial treachery, he could already communicate with the other side.

Here he comes and goes freely.

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

Rain.

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This is Nagumo City.

It is a border city between China and the pagoda country.

Today, it's a living hell.

It's been invaded by a strange one.

A terrifying monstrous emerges from the cracks, escapes into reality, and kills.

The rules for killing people that this weird possession is simple.

If you blink an eye, you will die.

As soon as I saw this strange person, I blinked my eyelids.

This person will die from this weird killing rule and become this weird ghost slave.

The ghost slave will be constantly wandering.

Spread this eerie horror.

Anyone who sees a ghost slave will also be attacked by this curse that will kill in the blink of an eye.

Then they are transformed into the same ghost slaves.

Murder rules that are so simple as to be unreasonable and terrifying paranormal transmission speeds.

So that the entire Nagumo City soon turned into a dead city that was uninhabited.

The living people are hiding in their homes and dare not go out.

The dead, driven by supernatural powers, constantly wandered the city, looking for traces of the living.

On Nanyun Street, Wu Shengnan, who was thin and wearing a black dress, sat in a modified jeep and said coldly.

"His terror level is extremely high, Tu Lie wait for you to use your meat chopper to disassemble his body, Qin Xue, you use your urn to take him into custody, we only have one chance, we must be careful. "

"Got it. "

Tu Lie, who was wearing a black leather apron, and Yu Qinxue, who was sweet-looking and wearing a white dress, nodded with a serious expression.

They were tricksters transferred from the headquarters of the Special Affairs Bureau.

Wu Shengnan and Tu Lie are both the oldest group of tricksters, they have mastered many weirdness, they have obtained the balance of terror, and they have quite powerful supernatural powers.

Although Yu Qinxue has not been in the special affairs department for a long time, she has the strange power of banning and imprisoning the urn.

It is a rare special artifact and a strange trickster.

After they got the information from Nanyun City, they came to carry out the ban mission as soon as possible.

But when they arrived, they found that the strangeness of this place was even more tricky than they had imagined.

One day.

More than five figures were killed by Him.

And this number is soaring rapidly over time.

It's terrible.

Horrific weird killings aren't necessarily fast.

But the killing speed is weird, absolutely terrifying.

Knowing this strange killing speed, Wu Shengnan and the others were ready to play with their lives.

"'Let's go!'

Start the jeep, the modified car is like a wild horse, galloping down the road.

With the jeep starting.

Figures began to appear on the road out of thin air.

These figures are both men, women, and children, and they wear clothes that cover a variety of occupations.

In the same way, the expressions of these people are very numb.

stared coldly at the jeep that was running on the road.

"We're weirdly locked. "

The oil-stained leather apron shook, and the flesh on the chubby face shook.

He felt some kind of supernatural possession attached to him.

"Got it. "

With a wave of his hand, Wu Shengnan's two heads attached to Tu Lie and Yu Qinxue's bodies.

Smack!

With two crunch sounds, the two hairs snapped out of thin air.

At the same time, Tu Lie and Yu Qinxue felt that the coldness attached to them subsided.

Wu Shengnan used the supernatural power of the ghost hair to divert the attack of these ghost slaves.

Jeeps are constantly running.

More and more people came out on the side of the road.

Wu Shengnan constantly used ghost hair to transfer.

This frequency uses ghost hair, causing her scalp to gradually emit the smell of corpses decomposing.

But the balance is not so solid.

She used the power of the ghost hair so frequently that the ghost hair gradually began to recover, and the balance was about to be broken.

"Xiao Wu, don't use ghost hair, your weirdness is going to be revived. "

Feeling the change in her, Tu Lie said in a deep voice.

"No, I can't let you waste your strength resisting these ghost slaves until you find your target. "

Wu Shengnan's face was gloomy, and she was driving towards the place where the strange source mentioned by the intelligence (good) was most likely to be located.

But the closer you get to that position.

The more terrifying the attacks of these ghost slaves became.

She was getting a little out of her way.

Feeling the restless ghost hair, Wu Shengnan gritted his teeth.

Hold on hard.

She can't fall.

She must keep this terrible weird in captivity, or everyone in this city will be killed by this horrible weirdness.

She numbly released her ghost hair, diverting the supernatural attacks on Tu Lie and Yu Qinxue.

This reckless approach made her black hair begin to squirm as if it had come to life.

The roots of the black hair had already penetrated deep into her scalp and began to drill into her skull.

This strange erosion, her excessive use of the power of the ghost hair, has revived the instinct of her ghost hair to occupy the shell.

When the black hair pierced the skull, her consciousness would die.

She will be transformed into a ghost-haired shell.

"It's almost there. "

Stepping on the accelerator stiffly, Wu Shengnan's eyes were bloodshot.

It was the irritation of the stinging pain caused by the ghost hair burrowing into the skull.

But the inhuman endurance made her movements not lose control in the slightest, and continued to rush in the direction of the target.

She saw a terrifying figure dressed in the costume of the ancient Nanban.

She also saw that in front of this figure, there was a young man with a black oil-paper umbrella.

In the end, she saw that with the appearance of this man, the ghost slaves all over the street seemed to melt, and turned into corpse water all over the ground under the washing of the rain.

And the figure that is suspected to be the source of the strange is swallowed up by a mound of graves that appeared out of thin air, becoming a lonely grave towering on the side of the road.