[Buzz!].
[Congratulations on successfully mastering the Emperor Bell. 】
[All I can say is outrageous.] 】
[From now on, your broken sword will lose its position as the second, because the Emperor Bell is a more complete artifact than him. 】
[As for what kind of power does the Emperor Bell have?].
[Haven't you experienced it all?Isn't the feeling of being killed by the Emperor Zhong Lingyin not painful at all?].
You can often use this thing to overkill those who have lived enough. 】
[You can also use Him to perform rituals and consciousness, and it is professional for the Emperor Bell to do this kind of work. 】
[By the way, fighting this job, don't expect this thing too much, there is a specialization in art, and the broken sword is stronger than him. 】
The hints of the Strange Era are beating.
Wu Jian was in no mood to deal with it.
He was tired.
The three-layer Ghost of Time is squeezing his physical strength and energy every minute and every second.
After a while, he felt as if he had run another fifty kilometers with a weight on his shoulders.
The whole person is tired and sleepy.
It's as if the body is hollowed out.
Putting the Emperor Clock in his pocket, he staggered towards the outside of the warehouse.
He was no longer interested in the other weirdness in the warehouse.
These weirdness had been drained by the three-layer Ghost of Time for too much time, and now they had entered a state of weak silence.
And compared to the weirdness that Wu Jian is now controlling.
These weirdness, which has been weakened to the limit by time tricks, are too weak to waste energy to harness them.
Passing through the iron gate, Wu Jian returned to the corridor.
Qin Shuyu, who was smiling, was still frozen in time, completely unaware of what was happening.
"Receive. "
The pupil of the left eye fluttered slightly, and the spreading ghost snake suddenly retracted.
time, again to resume flowing.
"Wu Jian, let's go out first, there's something wrong here, let's wait and get something." "
Qin Shuyu looked at the ghost painting talisman that turned into scorched marks, and her beautiful face was full of seriousness.
She knew that these ghost talismans had the power to suppress the weird.
Now that the ghost drawings are gone, it means that there has been some kind of terrible change in Warehouse One that she can't understand.
She didn't know what had changed, but she knew that it wasn't a good place to stay right now.
“............"
"Good. "
Wu Jian was silent for a moment and nodded.
Of course, he wouldn't explain that he was responsible for all the changes here.
After all, his means of obtaining the Emperor Bell were a bit disgraceful.
Now Qin Shuyu seems to have misunderstood something, so let her misunderstand.
It can also save him a lot of trouble.
"You take a rest here first, and I'll go out and run some errands. "
Bringing Wu Jian to a lounge, Qin Shuyu hurriedly turned around and left.
Looking at her rapidly disappearing back, Wu Jian silently poured himself a glass of water and poured it into his stomach.
"Sorry ......
".Touching the Emperor Clock in his pocket, Wu Jian put the water cup on the table, leaned on the sofa and closed his eyes.
He guessed that it would get lively in a minute.
............
It turns out.
Wu Jian guessed correctly.
Not long after he fell asleep, Warehouse No. 1 was cordoned off.
A group of resolute-looking soldiers cordoned off the entire warehouse.
Several dark off-road vehicles rushed into this yard.
Several figures with a cold aura all over their bodies stepped out of the car and into the warehouse.
The person at the head is the expressionless Zhao Tiejun.
He took half of the tricksters stationed in the imperial capital to Warehouse No. 1 and saw the ghost talisman that had completely failed.
"This is a phenomenon of scorching caused by a very strong supernatural impact. "
A trickster with a somewhat thin body and old-fashioned gold-rimmed glasses pushed his glasses and said lightly.
"However, the strangeness in the warehouse has not been agitated by the loss of the suppression of the ghost painting talisman, which is very strange. "
Another man with a big smile on his face squinted his eyes, always with an irrepressible smile when he spoke.
However, this smile did not turn into laughter under his restraint.
"Could it be the trickster who came over and got the ghost rattle?"
It was a thin woman who spoke, with long tousled hair, sunken cheeks, and a pair of lifeless eyes in the dark circles under her eyes.
"Impossible, the ghost drawing
talisman has a terrifying balance with the weirdness of the trick door, there is no correct way to open the door, even if we come in together, we will be suppressed by the ghost drawing talisman, the intensity of this suppression has reached the level of S-level horror events, although the trickster who solved the ghost fog is strong, but it is impossible to be strong to this extent. "
The man who spoke was fat, his voice urned and angry, and on his upper body, wearing only a greasy black leather apron, the whole person exuded a disgusting smell of blood and decay.
However, none of the people present were ordinary people, and they didn't care about the smell at all.
But the supernatural aura on his body made everyone unconsciously distance themselves from him.
"Let's go check it out. "
At this time, Zhao Tiejun spoke.
He walked over to the dark iron door and looked up and down.
His eyes suddenly moved, and he raised his hand to touch a position in the iron door.
There, there are very fine traces.
This trace resembles a palm print.
ps: It's uncomfortable, brothers, I don't know if it's the original reason, the exposure of this book is low, and the collection is increasing rapidly, but other data is not bad with the support of the brothers.
So...... Can I be cheeky and ask for some more data?
That~ I'll do my best to blow it up!Thank you! (fist clenching).
By the way, this book will definitely not be a eunuch!
Absolutely, absolutely not!
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