Weird recovery: Controlling time in the beginning

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"Found you......"

casually threw Chen Liguo out of this hospital full of strange powers.

Wu Jian, who was dressed in a black captain's coat, tilted his head and looked at the room in front of him.

Behind him.

The bow of the Other Shore had smashed the walls of the hospital to pieces, and half of the hull had been embedded in the hospital.

A terrifying paranormal collision takes place between the Miyoshi and the building of the asylum.

The entire hospital building was shaking.

Dense cracks spread in the walls, and from time to time some parts of the ceiling would fall.

These parts ...... All are human limbs.

Arms, broken legs, internal organs, eyeballs.

The limbs were stolen with sticky, dried blood and the stench of decay.

This terrible hospital building turned out to be made of corpses.

In this trembling hospital building.

The room with the door open seemed to be in another dimension.

Absolutely still.

Wu Jian, who was standing at the door of the room, had a string of words in his eyes.

[As the captain of the Other Shore, you have made a chasm trip. 】

[The road to conquest begins now.] 】

[Enter this room, and you will meet the true owner of this gap.] 】

[Coincidentally.] 】

[There is a familiar trick lurking in this gap.] 】

[Remember the big hand you saw when you controlled the ghost mudra?]

[He is waiting for you inside~]

"What about the hands?"

Raise your hand and look at the blood red that appears in your palm.

Wu Jian finally knew why he came to this gap from himself.

The ghost handprints on his hands have been restless.

That's because the ghost mudra resonates with His source.

"We really have a fate......

Clenched his fists, Wu Jian grinned, showed Sensen's white teeth, and smiled excitedly.

This pair of weird big hands, he has wanted it for a long time.

He didn't expect that the other party would hide in this place. "Five-eight-seven" "So, let me see your strength." "

I checked my gear to make sure I didn't leave anything behind.

Wu Jian took a deep breath and stepped into this darkness.

Cold, suffocating, sticky, pitch black.

Stepping into the dark Wu room, I felt as if I had sunk into a deep sea.

The cold aura coming from all directions, like a liquid, squeezed his body and suppressed his weirdness.

"Darkness...... Is it also tricky?"

Feeling the cold power that was invading, Wu Jian frowned.

The captain's coat reflected the shadow of a large ship, protecting him in it.

The captain's coat is part of the ghost ship on the other side, and it is also part of the core.

Through this coat, Wu Jian was able to invoke the power of the ghost ship on the other side.

The suppression of darkness was temporarily blocked by the phantom of the ghost ship.

But Wu Jian could feel that this darkness was terrifying.

He is eroding the spirit of the captain's coat.

"It takes the power of the supernatural to make these darkness go away. "

Wu Jian blinked, ready to use the unreasonable ghost of time to counter these darkness.

But at this moment, the strange flame in his body suddenly became agitated as if it was stimulated by the darkness of the outside world.

"Huh?"

This change made Wu Jian stunned.

"Is it because of this darkness? Could it be that weirdness also has attribute restraint?"

Wu Jian didn't know if his guess was right.

But that's not a problem.

Useful or useless.

He can try.

Open your palm, and a faint yellow spark lights up in your palm.

The next moment.

The spark swelled suddenly, turning into a fireball the size of a basketball.

The dim light is spreading.

Quickly evaporating the darkness around them.

A vague scream rang out from the receding darkness.

"Really. "

【Wuhu!】

[You've spotted another weird weakness in this room.] 】

He is afraid of light. 】

[I'm afraid of the weird light.] 】

[Your light makes Him can't help but retreat.] 】

[But you know what?]

[This darkness is actually a lock. 】

[Locked up something even more terrifying.] 】

[Now you have the lock open.] 】

And He came out......

“............"

Why didn't you say it earlier?

Wu Jian looked at the terrifying black shadow that gradually revealed as the darkness receded, and his scalp tingled.

It's a withered figure.

His skin was pale, his muscles had completely atrophied, and his body was covered with huge stitched scars.

Makes Him look like a skinned skeleton made from several corpses.

In the place of His hands.

Sewing a pair of terrifying big hands,

The skin of these large hands was pale and rough, the thick fingers were covered with sharp nails like knives, and the heavy palms were covered with intricate palm prints that twisted like words.

It's a pair of tricksters.

These hands are capable of mastering fear.

At the same time as seeing these hands, such a thought rose in Wu Jian's heart.

And in this figure, there is more than one kind of weirdness like a trickster.

On His feet, a pair of strange blue and black feet were also sewn.

Although the breath of the big feet is not as terrifying as the big hands, but on these big feet, Wu Jian also felt a strange aura.

In addition to his hands and feet, Wu Jian also saw that on the face of this figure, there was also a round blood-colored pupil.

The pupil of this eye stopped its chaotic rotation as the darkness faded.

directly locked on Wu Jian who was holding the treacherous flame in his hand.

"!"

A sense of fear that made the hairs stand on end.

Wu Jian felt a chilling aura pour into his mind.

He felt the horrible blood-colored pupils enlarge in his consciousness.

Trying to devour his consciousness.

While!

The short needle of the time treacherous jumped back suddenly.

The death knell sounded.

Turn back in time.

The strange power that hits consciousness is crushed by the gears of time.

Wu Jian's consciousness regained clarity again.

Without the slightest hesitation, he directly pinched out the Wei Yan in his hand.

The dim light dissipated.

Darkness swept over the room again.

[I know you're angry, but don't be angry yet. 】

[The Treacherous Hand is indeed hiding in this place, but at this time He is part of another terrible being. 】

[This weird name is called Stitching Trick.] 】

[He will instinctively look for all kinds of "parts" and sew them into his body to make himself "whole.] 】

[This is true of tricksters, such is the trick of stepping on people, and the same is true of ghost pupils. 】

Now, He's taking a fancy to your time again. 】

[Be careful~]

Though darkness seals His vision, it cannot seal His instincts. 】

[He has already begun to move on to you!]

Dog system!

You're going to kill me!

Seeing the hint of the strange era, the green tendons on Wu Jian's head collapsed.

This Nima's!

It was the first time he had encountered such an outrageous weirdness as stitching.

Not only is this product outrageously terrifying.

And the killing instinct is also weirdly fatal.

His goal is more of a stranger than a human being.

I want to usurp more weirdness, stitch myself up to make up for my own horror.

It's so perverted!

Wu Jian took a deep breath and spit out fiercely.

A faint white mist erupted from his mouth, blending into the darkness. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

The ghost fog is suppressed by darkness and can only be released to this extent.

However, Wu Jian didn't expect the ghost mist to help him resist the darkness, the reason why the ghost mist was released, he just wanted to have an extra perceptual touch.

The stitch was approaching him in the darkness with his murderous instinct.

But now I do have no vision in both eyes.

In order to prevent the death of the unknown.

Wu Jian had to give himself some extra "vision".

"Three meters? "

Feeling the distance extended by the ghost mist, Wu Jian frowned.

He didn't expect the darkness to suppress the ghost fog to be so strong.

The ghost fog that can easily envelop the small half of the city can only extend a distance of three meters here.

"It's a pity...... You can't use it, otherwise it will directly attract the attack of the stitching trick, try not to use it, the target of this stitching trick is the time trick, I suspect that this guy should have locked the breath of the time trick, so he can find me in this darkness. "

"So...... What should I do with this guy?"

Perceiving the changes in the aura around him through the ghost mist, Wu Jian's brain began to spin.

"The Trick Flame and Time Trick are temporarily eliminated, the ghost fog is used for detection, the ghost ship can't enter outside, and the captain's coat is used for defense, and the only thing I can use at the moment is the Ghost Handprint, the Broken Sword, the Trick Emperor Bell, the Ancestor Mask and the Trick Seal. "

"I need to use this to find a way to restrain and even imprison the stitches. "

Wu Jian stood still and didn't dare to move, because he wasn't sure if if he would just bump into a stitch looking for himself if he moved.

He needed to figure out a way to weaken this terrible creature first.

"If the sword is broken, I don't know if I can dismember him, as long as I can peel off any weird thing from his body, my chances of victory will be greatly enhanced. "

Wu Jian held the broken sword and slowly pulled it out, and the cold and sharp aura crossed into his body.

Let his gaze gradually begin to sharpen.

"I need a medium, preferably one that can unleash the "seeing" that kills and kills. "

The darkness and weirdness closed the view of the stitching treacherous, and at the same time, Wu Jian had no perspective.

Now he has a broken sword in his hand, and there is no medium.

There is no way to exert the power of this broken sword.

"Looks like we need to take a risk. "

A glimmer of spark lit up in his hand, and a dim ball of fireball suddenly expanded.

The eerie light quickly dispelled the eerie darkness and illuminated the room again.

The eyeballs move rapidly.

Wu Jian instantly locked the position of the stitch.

This one stitched together three eerie horrors, and at this time he was less than five meters away.

Almost at the same time that Wu Jian discovered the stitching trick, the monster also suddenly turned its head.

However, at this time, Wu Jian had already pinched out the swelling flames, allowing the darkness to cover this room again.

"The medium is there!"

With his legs straining, Wu Jian wanted to get out of the position he was just in.

Because Stitch Trick had already seen him just now, he would only be caught by the other party if he stayed in that position.........

However, at this time, Wu Jian felt that the ghost mist he released for perception was "stepped on".

Through the connection between the ghost fog and himself, Wu Jian couldn't move for a while.

"It's broken!"

Feeling this, Wu Jian's face changed.

He remembered the big blue-black feet on the Stitched Feet.

Those big feet are also weird.

His ghostly mist was trampled on by these feet.

"Made!"

Feeling the cold aura that was approaching rapidly, Wu Jian clenched the broken sword, and black and white lines appeared in his eyes.

He saw.

A humanoid black shadow made up of countless black lines was rushing towards him.

There were so many black lines on him that they were terrifying.

Especially the position of His hands.

There are so many black lines that the lines of the hands seem a little blurry, and it has become a dark mass that cannot see the shape.

It's a stitching trick.

The number of black lines represents the intensity of the terror contained in the target itself.

Ordinary people and objects, in the perspective of the broken sword and killing death, are all outlines of a few strokes.

But this thing in front of me is already about to become the entity of a line.

"Slash!"

Gritting his teeth, Wu Jian did not hesitate in his movements.

He slashed out with a sword, and the black, straight streaks of light pierced through the stitched body.

The black line is disintegrating, and the terror is weakened.

Stitching a strange action.

Wu Jian felt his feet loosen on the ghost fog for a moment.

"Chance!"

Without grinding, Wu Jian directly forcibly pulled out the ghost mist.

This action caused the ghost fog to tear directly, and the terror level was forcibly weakened a little.

But he couldn't care about that.

What he had to do now was to stay away from the stitching trick and slowly weaken him with the broken sword.

A few steps back in a row.

Wu Jian and the stitch opened up some distance.

With the medium of the broken sword, he could ignore the dark blockade for the time being, and directly "see" the position of the stitching treacherous.

"A good start. "

Tightening the broken sword in his hand, Wu Jian's pupils contracted.

He saw a large number of black lines sticking out of the body of the stitched monster, and picked up the black lines that he had cut off and sewed them back on his body.

"!"

Seeing this scene, Wu Jian couldn't help it and began to spit fragrant fragrance.

Does this Nima still bring self-healing?

So outrageous.

How can he play? just close his eyes and wait for death!

"I'm going to cut it again!"

Wu Jian gritted his teeth and raised his hand to slash down again.

Wait for death.

It's impossible to wait for death.

Although the power of this stitching trick is a bit out of line.

But Wu Jian still did not give up hope.

He believed that in the outrageous weirdness there should also be his weakness.

The reason why I didn't find out.

It's because he hasn't tempted enough people.

Burst!

The sword marks flickered, and the black lines broke.

A large number of sutures appeared on the body of the stitch again, and he picked up the lines that had been cut off by the broken sword and sewed them back on his body.

This movement made his movement very slow.

"Huh?"

Seeing this scene, Wu Jian's eyes narrowed slightly, and a glimmer of light flashed.

The movements of his hands did not stop, and he continued to slash one sword after another.

The light marks flickered continuously, and the black threads on the stitching monster kept falling.

The spilled sutures from his body at 0.8 made him look like a wriggling tentacle monster, constantly clutching at the falling black threads and sewing them into himself.

The greedy style is like a hairless Grande, who refuses to give up what he has.

"Is it a rule?"

The movements of his hands kept stopping, and Wu Jian had some conjectures in his heart.

This stitch is reluctant to give up even a black line, most likely because of its own terrifying rules.

"At present, as long as I can continue to cut, I can make this guy fall into a cycle of infinite repair, but my physical strength is limited, and if I continue to consume, I can only lose. "

Although restarting can restore his strength, Wu Jian is not ready to spend his life with such a guy in this strange place.

He had to break the deadlock.

"We have to find a way to divide the pieces of the puzzle on him, only then can we lower his horror level and keep him in custody. "

His gaze moved, and Wu Jian locked on the tricky hand on the suturing trick's hands.

He had entered this room to harness the terrifying palms.

If he wants to break through this deadlock, he can only find a way in these terrible hands.

Wu Jian didn't forget that he had the palm prints of these tricky hands on his hands, if he could use these hand prints to make supernatural contact with the tricksters.

He was able to snatch the power of these hands with the stitches.

"How do you make contact?"

It's never okay to approach hastily.

The tricky killing rule is to complete the puzzle of oneself.

If he gets closer, this thing will definitely give up stitching up those falling black threads and directly take away his own time trick.

Because the time terror is much higher than those black lines, I don't know how much higher.

More attractive to the instinct of stitching.

He had to keep his distance and let the ghost mudra and the trickster make a supernatural touch.

"There it is!"