time stop 499 years

Worldwide Coordinate [-]: Underwater Ruins·The World of Missing Pearl

Projection: 0 energy node.

Explanation: Everything has been destroyed, leaving only a barren world full of desolation.Who else can save this world?My world, my thoughts have gone with the wind.

Cosmopolitan Coordinate [-]: God's Name Haotian·Ghost Talk World

Explanation: My god name comes from this, and one day, I will return to this world.What is the relationship between weird talk and weirdness?

Projection: 0 energy node.

Please note: summoning the existence of the bone flute may encounter strange dangers, please be fully prepared.

After browsing the information, Wu Hao's eyes lit up!

He instantly thought of a possibility!

This is it!

This is how you can temporarily escape the time-stop blockade!

Although I don't know exactly what caused the dungeon system to break, the penetration and erosion system formed is more interesting.

Especially the projection, which allows the strange existence in the bone flute to help him project part of his power into the unknown world, but if he wants to use the bone flute, he has to endure endless dangers, even the price of death.

"Currently, there is only one energy node available, which is in the world of human scalp. It should be related to the ghost gate world. Is there any change in the ghost gate enchantment world?"

Wu Hao recalled that many years ago, the emergence of god name skills caused the mutation of the ghost world, but at that time the distance from the ghost world was too far, and the strength was weak, so he couldn't sense the specific situation at all.

It has been a hundred years now, and with the improvement of his strength, his feeling for the world of ghosts has become stronger and stronger.

Up to now, with the establishment of the penetration and erosion system, his sensitivity to the world of ghosts has also reached the extreme.

Earth-shaking changes were taking place there, and Little Jasmine seemed to be about to wake up.

"Let me see what the other world looks like!"

In the huge golden coffin, Wu Hao took out a brand new bone flute, put it to his mouth, and blew gently.

After a sharp flute sounded, a new world was about to unfold.

Chapter 147 New World: Strange Dreamland (Fourth Change)

s: The fourth change, continue to explode!Ask for support.

The new world, the human scalp paper world

Time: July 2019, 7

Location: Boothwell County, New England

Character: Jerell Corker

"what!"

An exclamation resounded throughout the apartment building, waking up everyone who was still asleep.

A few loud curses followed.

"call!"

"Damn it, it's that nightmare again!"

On a new day, Jarrell woke up from that similar nightmare again.

Panting violently, her pale cheeks looked bloodless, and there were still big drops of sweat dripping from her forehead.

That was frightening.

In the dream, he saw the deep canyon and the coffin mound piled up with bones. The huge bones were comparable to the legendary monsters.

A huge golden coffin stands in the rift formed by the endless piles of bones, exuding a dark, gloomy, strong ominous atmosphere, permeating a sinister and terrifying atmosphere.

In that valley, the rock walls and bones were covered with some kind of mysterious writing, which he did not recognize, and he had checked many documents, but none of them had the same font.

In the dream, he was standing next to the huge coffin. On the other side of his feet, there seemed to be a bottomless, gurgling black abyss. From the coffin, syllables that could hardly be called sounds came out. Depressed, chaotic, crazy and evil, it is difficult for Jarrell to describe this sound with only imagination.

He couldn't do anything, he didn't know how to describe this sound, was it laughing, screaming, or the sound of devouring flesh and crushing bones?

From that voice, he could barely capture some syllables that were almost impossible to pronounce systematically: "Ghost knocks on the door!"

Ghost knocks!

Every time he thought of three words, for some reason, Jarrell felt a kind of fear surge in his heart, as if he had seen some kind of indescribable monster.

深邃

dark

Unknown

How to describe these three words?

He doesn't know, and doesn't want to know!

He is just fear now, yes it is fear!

Because the dream I had today was different from the past!

He stood next to the huge golden coffin again, and amidst the mysterious whispers full of incredible emotional impact, he pushed the coffin away with his own hands!

The golden coffin that terrified him was involuntarily pushed away in his dream!

Unbelievable!

unimaginable!

He couldn't remember clearly what happened after that, and he always felt that he must have seen something in the coffin.

That thing is very important to him, very important.

But try hard to remember, even if I clearly remember to push the golden coffin and see something, but no matter what, I can't remember it.

It was as if this memory had been deliberately erased.

In fact, he had started dreaming about this dream several months ago.

That is roughly from April 4 to July 22 to the present.

He also sought help from a psychiatrist, always thinking that something was wrong with him.After all, I always dream of black boiling pools, huge golden coffins, mountains of bones dripping with blood, and endless twisted whispers. These things are not fun no matter how you look at them.

Maybe it's a mental illness.

Of course, the final test results, the doctor in my heart can't give a reason.

I just thought he might have delirium and needed to recuperate.

However, the doctor also told him that according to his many years of experience as a psychologist, Jarrell's phenomenon is very rare, and other possibilities cannot be ruled out.

Especially when the doctor chanted the three syllables of "ghost knocking on the door" that Jarrell said to himself, he couldn't help but feel his scalp numb, his body chill, and his hair stand on end.

Therefore, the psychiatrist also advised Jarrell not to think too much about these three words, this thing is probably not a good thing.

In New England, a large part is believed in the legends of ghosts and gods.

The demon culture was once very popular here.

The psychiatrist probably thought he was contaminated with something unclean.

Moreover, the psychiatrist also told him a shocking fact, that is, from April 4 to July 22, he was not the only one who had this strange dream.

Many people also dreamed of huge golden coffins, deep canyons, piles of bones, strange fonts and so on.

But Jerrell was the only one who heard whispers whispered in his dreams, and the only dreamer who could vaguely utter the syllables.

"call!"

"I don't want to, damn it!"

"Today the psychiatrist introduced some other dreamers to me. I want to see if these guys are like me."

Jarrell took a deep breath and shook his head vigorously, trying to get rid of the fear in his mind.

He started to get dressed, and the time agreed with the psychologist was at ten o'clock in the morning, and it was only after seven o'clock, so there was enough time for him to get up and have morning tea, and slowly walk to the meeting place.

As a second-generation rich man, although he is not extremely rich, Jerrell does not need to go to work. He has several properties in his hands, and the rent alone is enough for him to eat, drink and play for the rest of his life.

After dinner, at about 09:30, Jarrell was ready to go out. The meeting place was not far from his apartment, and it took half an hour to drive there.

When he was about to go downstairs, Jarrell thought of something again, and returned to his apartment. When he came out, he was already holding a weird statue the size of a palm.

It seemed that he was terrified of this statue, even though he was holding it, Jarrell never gave it a second glance.

It's a bas-relief!

What appears to be a very old stone carving, so grotesque and repulsive that at first glance it is impossible to ascertain its origin.

It looks like a cloud of chaotic mist, and it also looks like a group of ferocious monsters. In the end, it even faintly looks like a human figure. It is weird and inexplicable, giving people an ancient and unimaginable feeling.

It's like a remnant of an untouched ancient world.

This was sculpted by Jarrell a month ago. Of course, he didn't sculpt it on purpose, but he said that he sculpted this thing while he was half asleep. When he woke up, this weird statue, It has already been formed.

At the beginning, he didn't think there was anything strange about it. He always thought it was his spirituality and artistic cells.

I have been complacent about this for a long time.

But as the nightmare continued, especially after he pushed away the golden coffin in today's dream, he suddenly recalled this strangely carved bas-relief.

For some reason, this thing gave him an extremely familiar feeling!

It was as if, in that weird dream, I had seen it before!

So, he took this sculpture with him, and wanted to ask other people if they had seen this kind of thing in their dreams.

Now, he has faintly realized that his dream is not simple, and the bas-relief is probably not the rise of his artistic cells, but is related to a mysterious and unknown power, or a strange event.

This power, this incident, made him extremely uneasy.

Especially after today, the intense anxiety, after pushing away the golden coffin, but forgetting all the subsequent dream scenes, the anxiety has almost reached its peak.

What exactly is going on?

Chapter 148 The Strangeness in the Bone Flute (Fifth Change)

s: It's the fifth change, and it explodes until he vomits blood.Today the debts of the three million rewards are paid off.Loli does what she says and asks for subscription support.

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For the time being, divert your attention from the world of New World·Human Scalp Paper.

On the other side, Wu Hao's reality is in the real time stop world.

At this moment, staying in the coffin, he had already blown that strange bone flute.

After a light, fragrant breath emerged, he suddenly felt a part of the power in his body being grabbed by something indescribable.

Afterwards, all his strength was extracted at a very high speed.

However, Wu Hao didn't see any existence around him, and the outside world was still intact.

The strange existence in the bone flute appeared beside him so silently, but he couldn't see it at all, and he couldn't even touch it.

Very weird and dangerous!

It seems to exist, and it seems not to exist.

Between evil and nothingness.

It was not affected by the time stop in the slightest.

"Draining my own power so fast!"

Wu Hao could feel that his own power, even a part of consciousness, emotions, even the fire of the soul, etc., were being continuously extracted by that unknown strange existence, and transferred to the bone flute.

This is a must for projection!

After a while~

"One-third!"

Wu Hao gritted his teeth, the transferred power is already enough, and it can't continue, let alone whether the world energy node of the human scalp can carry so much power, it should be transferred in such a rapid manner. The ghost body of the door knocker was completely injured.

Not worth the candle.