Weird recovery: Controlling time in the beginning

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Don't be afraid, child. 】

[It's just a dream.] 】

"Lying beside you is the master of this dream. 】

He is called a trick in a dream. 】

In fact, He has long lived in your dreams. 】

[Didn't you notice?]

[Your dreams have become very strange these days. 】

[I always dream about things that are very grotesque and very real.] 】

[These...... It's all a treacherous dream within a dream. 】

[Obviously received a strange dream, but you didn't go crazy, and the dream followed the connection of the dream and found you. 】

[Now...... You are already one. 】

The pitch-black words lit up in the eyes like ghost fire, piercing through the blurry tears.

Looking at this string of words, Ouyang Meng was even more frightened.

Because she heard the sound of turning over beside her.

She wanted to close her eyes and let herself hide in the dark.

But her body didn't listen to her call at this time.

She felt her neck twist and her gaze tilted.

A miserable white face gradually came into her eyes.

It's a woman's face.

Pale, stiff, without any expression.

There is only one pair of eyes.

The eyes were wide open, and the two dark and dull pupils were facing Ouyang Meng.

In these eyes, Ouyang Meng saw his face.

A pale seven-hole bleeding one.

Own face!

"Ahh

Fear broke through some kind of restraint, causing Ouyang Meng to let out a piercing scream.

After a short scream, she rolled her eyes and fell unconscious.

She didn't see, when she was unconscious.

The terrible female corpse slowly crawled onto her.

There was a strange laugh.

His body gradually turned into a cloud of phantoms and merged into Ouyang Meng's body.

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

The weird is spreading unscrupulously.

It's always possible to connect with humans in ways that people don't expect.

Successful harnesses live.

Failure to harness the dead.

The treacherous changes of the world are carried out in silence.

Some are alive and actually dead.

Some people died, but survived in another way.

"Mom, I'm so scared of ......"

A weak voice rang out in the gloomy room.

A little girl who looked to be only eight or nine years old, hugged a teddy bear tightly, tears rippling in her eyes.

Beside her stood a stiff figure.

This is a woman in lounge clothes...... Or rather, a female corpse.

His skin was pale, his expression stiff and numb, and two lines of blackened blood ran from the corners of his eyes, leaving two horrible lines on his face.

A faint rancid and cold smell enveloped him.

The little girl's voice seemed to touch him, and he lifted his pale palm with long and slender black nails, and slowly poked it towards the little girl's head.

An extraordinarily cold aura rippled between his fingers.

It makes people's scalp tingle.

But when this hand landed on the little girl's head.

The aura dissipated suddenly, leaving only the pale and cold hand, which was carefully placed on the little girl's head.

"Good ......"

Slightly opened her dry and cracked lips, and a hoarse word came out of the female corpse's mouth.

In His chaotic black pupils, a remnant of humanity struggled to burn like a broken candle in the wind.

"Mom...... Your hands are so cold......"

The little girl raised her head and rubbed it against the palm of the female corpse.

There was no light in her tearful eyes, nothing was there.

She is blind.

She couldn't see anything, but she could feel that something was different about her mother.

"Mom, are you sick, why don't you lie down and rest for a while, and I'll get you something to eat." "

The little girl raised her hand and grabbed the palm of the female corpse, but the female corpse quickly retracted her palm, not wanting the little girl to touch her terrible hand.

"No...... With ......"

The female corpse struggled to control her mouth and spit out these two words.

Cuckoo~

At this moment, there was a slight cry from the little girl's stomach.

The little girl hurriedly covered her stomach and said loudly.

"Mom, I'm not hungry, please, don't go!"

But at this time, the female corpse had already turned around and walked towards the door.

"Wait...... I ......"

The hoarse and cold voice fell, and his figure had disappeared into the darkness outside the door.

"I don't want to be alone...... I'm so scared ......."

The little girl slowly squatted down, holding the teddy bear with both hands, and tears continued to flow.

She couldn't see that on the coffee table in the room, a mobile phone was glowing blood-colored.

[There is a kind of greatness, called maternal love. 】

[Obviously, the body has been completely broken, and most of the soul has been eroded, but this mother relied on her love for her child to use her corpse to complete the strange control. 】

[She's dead now, but she's alive again.] 】

[In order for his daughter to survive in this gap full of despair. 】

She is willing to be the terrible Him. 】

[But he doesn't know one thing, is she still the one he wants to protect?]

Woowoo......

The girl's cries echoed through the room.

A faint aura rose through the room.

The girl's shadow kept writhing and trembling.

Bloody mouths appeared from the shadows, and swollen eyeballs from the bloody mouths.

These eyeballs are full of evil thoughts and distortions.

It seems that there is an endless amount of negative emotions hidden.

At the same time as these eyeballs appeared, the corners of the weeping little girl's mouth curled up in a very unnatural twisted arc.

Thriller.

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

"Stuff here. "

Imperial Capital, Headquarters of the Special Affairs Division.

Wu Jian ran into the young man who had sent him a ritual to worship the gods.

It's just that this time, the young man's expression was slightly stiff, and the eyes that looked at him were full of awe and vigilance.

"Thank you. "

Looking down at the suitcase, which was covered with forbidden talismans and bound by a dark red rope that seemed to be soaked in blood.

Wu Jian raised his eyebrows.

He found that every time he came to the headquarters of the Special Affairs Division, he was always able to see something new.

It's like this rope that binds the suitcase.

On this rope, Wu Jian felt a cold aura that was nearly ten times stronger than the forbidden talisman.

These breaths were connected to the forbidden talisman, and they actually formed a pretty good suppressive force, completely wrapping the suitcase.

Let the inside of this box not leak a bit.

"You're welcome, my name is Bai Dong, a first-class scholar of the Archaeological Bureau. "

The young man shook his head and suddenly introduced himself.

"You're not from the Special Affairs Division?"

After listening to the young man's self-introduction, Wu Jian was a little surprised.

He thought that this young man was a trickster of the special affairs department.

"The Archaeological Bureau and the Special Affairs Section are parallel units, and there are often synergies and exchanges in work, which is why I often move around here. "

"That's right. "

Nodding, Wu Jian expressed his understanding.

He took the suitcase and raised his hand to untie the rope on the box and inspect the goods.

"You'd better be careful, that skin...... It's weird. "

Seeing Wu Jian's action, Bai Dong couldn't help but remind.

As an insider, he knows very well what this skin represents.

It's an evil thing that can revive the weird quickly, and even if it's not a ritual, this skin has the special power to make the weird restless.

Normally. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

This Relic of the Trickster should be sealed in the deepest part of the Forbidden Item Storehouse.

But the one in front of me wants this skin.

In the end, the Archaeological Bureau had no choice but to take the skin out of the forbidden item warehouse and let him send it over.

Because compared to this terrible skin.

This one is even more dangerous.

If he has the idea of robbing, I'm afraid no one will be able to stop him.

"Well, if you're scared, you can go out first, and I'll call you after I'm done. "

Raising his eyebrows, Wu Jian smiled.

This primordial spell skin may be very evil, but Wu Jian believes that even if this skin is evil, he can suppress it.

This is the self-confidence that has been cultivated after many repressions of weirdness.

This self-confidence gives him the confidence to deal with any trouble.

“...... Forget it, you can open it. "

After hesitating slightly, Bai Dong shook his head and stood straight in place.

"Huh. "

Smiling slightly, Wu Jian touched the rope on the suitcase.

A subtle cold touch came, and then it was extinguished by the trick.

As the cold aura was erased by the trickster, the blood-colored rope instantly faded and turned into a cloud of black ash that fell from the suitcase.

“............"

Seeing this scene, the corners of Bai Dong's eyes twitched slightly.

Wu Jian didn't notice his expression, and was still opening the box seriously.

Tear off the forbidden talismans from the box seals.

He opened the suitcase.

A chill mixed with the smell of fragrant ash rushed out of the box.

"Spooky smell...... But not exactly. "

In the suitcase, there is also a rough cloth bag, which is bound by a rope that is the same as the red rope on the outside of the suitcase.

"Do you need it?"

Wu Jian was a little speechless.

Now he could feel the breath of the primordial spell skin in the cloth bag.

Although this spell skin has a cold aura, it is more powerful than many ordinary weirdness.

But the breath is very stable.

It's much stronger than those weird ones who want to burst out and kill people at every turn.

In the face of such weirdness, as long as you keep your distance, you basically don't have to worry about danger.

Shaking his head, Wu Jian tapped his finger on the red rope.

The trickster overflowed, once again wiping out the spirit of the red rope.

Slapped off the black ash turned into the red rope, raised his hand to pick up the cloth bag, and untied the tether of the cloth bag.

Wu Jian pulled out a roll of yellow, dry and wrinkled skin from it.

The skin is rough and tough to the touch, and although the texture looks like human skin, it feels completely different to the touch.

"Is it a treacherous skin?"

Fingers rubbed slightly, and Wu Jian felt that this skin was quite strange.

Even if his hands contain the power of trickery, he can't easily destroy this skin.

This cloak contains quite a powerful and strange power.

"'Interesting. "

Grab the two corners of the original spell skin and shake it open.

An extraordinarily strong smell of fragrant ash spread, and a trace of illusion began to appear in my mind.

The corpses all had twisted, excited smiles on their faces.

It felt as if death was something very glorious for them.

It gives them intense joy and happiness.

Incense and candles are burning, and the sacrifice has begun.

Strange figures danced, and the ground lit up with intricate patterns.

These patterns are somewhat similar to the patterns and texts on the original spell skin, but they are more complex and more sinister.

It's like a drawing from hell.

Countless streams of blood began to flow into these lines.

The light is converging.

Text in aggregation

A somewhat hideous, eerie text figure stood up from the lines.

This human figure is also composed of countless words and patterns, but compared to the written human form that Wu Jian once faced.

The form of this product is even more hideous and terrifying.

in Him.

Most of the words were twisted and sharp, and these sharp strokes even pierced through His body, forming spikes like sharp blades.

Plus the grimace-like graphics and words on His head.

Let His breath be dominated by a fierce and ferocious one.

His perception was as keen as that of the human form of the text, and he had just appeared to detect Wu Jian's prying eyes.

But this discovery was not a good thing for Him.

Bang!

An invisible terrifying force has descended.

Let this text humanoid explode on the spot.

A blood-colored light and shadow poured out from where the text and human form exploded.

Blended into Wu Jian's consciousness.

"Sacrifice!"

In Wu Jian's mind.

There was one more twisted text.

In addition to having a matching handprint, this text has a matching handprint.

There's one more ritual.

A ritual called the Sacrifice to the Gods.

"Whew!"

Light (Li Qianzhao) exhaled, and Wu Jian's eyes returned to clarity.

He checked the extra trick marks in his mind and looked ahead.

He saw that Bai Dongzheng, who was standing opposite him, had his eyes wide open, and the whites of his eyes were bloodshot.

Thick blue and black blood vessels stood out on the surface of his body.

Wisps of black blood flowed from his nose and ears.

Under his skin, there seemed to be some living thing running, making his skin have huge bulges, which looked disgusting and terrifying.

"Uh...... Is it that uncomfortable?"

Feeling the restless cold aura on Bai Dong's body, Wu Jian shook his head.

Most of the cold aura of the incense ash that had just overflowed from the primordial spell skin had been sucked away by him.

He didn't expect that Bai Dong couldn't even carry the remaining breath.

Two steps forward.

looked at Bai Dong, whose eyes were already blank.

Wu Jian raised his palm.

A forbidden word sprint appeared on his palm print.

Smack!

The backhand is just two loud slaps.

The forbidden power unleashed by the trickster exploded directly.

The weirdness of the restlessness in Bai Dong's body instantly fell silent.

"Forehead ......"

In the blink of an eye, Bai Dong's consciousness finally returned.

"Whew, whew!"

couldn't help but kneel on the ground with weak legs, Bai Dong held the ground with his hands and breathed heavily.

Just now, he saw a very terrifying vision.

The illusion made the weirdness in his body directly start to revive.

He tried to force it, but it didn't work, he felt his consciousness sinking and his body eroding.

He thought he was going to be finished, until he felt a throbbing pain in his cheeks.

Then the weirdness of the restlessness in his body fell silent.

"Thank you, thank you. "

Although his face was swollen, Bai Dong was not angry.

Because he knew that if it weren't for Wu Jian's two slaps, he was afraid that he would be gone.