Strange Recovery: Harnessing Time Strangeness at the Beginning

"It's done!"

The spirit was shocked.

Wu Jian's palm was wrapped in ghost mist, entwining these two bloody handprints that were constantly flickering between the illusion and the entity.

The supernatural power stuck together, and he carefully took the two handprints away from the sister's palm.

The pupil of the left eye shrank slightly, and after confirming that there were no ghost handprints left in the bodies of Gu Xiaoshi and Gu Xiaoyu, Wu Jian took a deep breath.

"return."

The ghost mist injected into their bodies overflowed from their bodies and merged into Wu Jian's breath.

The two lost the support of their spiritual power, their bodies softened, and they fell into a coma.

The unconscious sister was ignored.

Wu Jian's attention was all on the ghost handprint bound by the ghost fog.

This ghost handprint is different from other weirdnesses he controls.

There is no substantive medium.

If he hadn't used the ghost mist to fix this thing, the ghost handprints would have disappeared into the air at the same time as they were separated from the two sisters.

After all, handprints are only available when they are printed.

If it is not printed, He does not exist.

When they have no host, they will disappear into reality.

Raising his hands, he pointed at the two handprints wrapped in ghost fog.

Wu Jian slowly covered his hands.

It seemed to be pressing on a piece of viscous blood that had begun to cool.

When the ghost handprints touched Wu Jian's hands, they covered his palms in reverse.

A chill followed by a tingling pain.

The blood-red ghost handprint began to seep into Wu Jian's skin.

"hiss……"

Clenching his fist uncontrollably, Wu Jian's pupils suddenly dilated.

His consciousness was pulled far away by some unknowable existence.

Crash!

The clang of the shackles echoed.

Endless darkness appeared in the perspective.

In this darkness, there seems to be some kind of outline wriggling vaguely.

A disturbing smell rippling in the darkness.

People can't help but feel fear.

what is it

Wu Jian looked at the darkness, slightly dazed.

The phantom of the ghost handprint doesn't seem to have much power of spiritual pollution, it just throws his consciousness into this weird darkness.

This made him a little confused.

But in the next second.

He saw a pair of big hands suddenly appear out of thin air.

It gripped his consciousness tightly.

Choking, pain.

Obviously conscious, but Wu Jian felt as if he was really grasped by a pair of big hands.

Squeezed and unable to breathe.

His consciousness was also restrained by some kind of force at this moment, unable to move.

In the room, following the change of Wu Jian's consciousness.

The body also had a terrible feedback.

Strips of dents appeared on his flesh wounds.

It made his whole body seem to be pinched by a pair of invisible hands.

creak!

Click!

A burst of bones squeezed, and then the sound of shattering sounded, and his body began to twist and deform.

Blood gushed from his nose and mouth.

His pupils trembled constantly.

"Forehead!"

A growl.

The dilated pupils of Wu Jian, who had bulging veins on his forehead, suddenly shrank.

He abruptly relied on his own will to return his consciousness back to his body.

"Restart!"

Time was reversed, and the spiritual power on his body was strongly repelled.

Wu Jian's distorted body was slightly blurred, and then returned to its original shape,

"call!"

Sitting down on the ground.

Wu Jian looked at his palms with lingering fear, and the terrifying big hands hidden in the darkness couldn't help appearing in his mind.

It was a strange body with ghost handprints.

Just now, while he was controlling the ghost handprint, he had a slight connection with this big hand hidden in the unknown darkness.

As a result, his consciousness was pulled into the darkness by that big hand.

Almost crushed to death by him.

Wu Jian could feel that these big hands were not trying to deal with him with all their strength, but because he had some kind of instinctive killing reaction when he controlled the ghost handprint.

This kind of murderous reaction is like being bitten by a mosquito and instinctively slapping it.

Inadvertently, but deadly.

【Buzz! 】

【Your luck is always good. 】

[Often provoke some very uncommon guys. 】

[Those hands are very, very dangerous, even if compared to time's treachery. 】

[However, if it is you, it may be possible to control these hands. 】

【Premise, you must be able to find him. 】

"Hands?"

Putting down the phone, Wu Jian raised his palm.

His palm looked the same as usual, without any change.

But in the next second.

His palm was suddenly blood red, as if it was covered with blood.

Ghost handprints.

Has been imprisoned by him.

Now he has been able to use this handprint to suppress the weirdness.

At the same time, he could also feel that through this ghost handprint, he had a certain connection with that big hand hidden in the darkness.

This connection is intermittent, as if the signal is not well connected due to the distance.

"Eye……"

"breathe……"

"sword……"

"hehe……"

Smiling and shaking his head, Wu Jian suppressed the rising thoughts in his heart.

He looked at his sister, who was still in a coma.

He got up and hugged them on the bed, covering them with a quilt.

Looking at the bloody left and right hands of the two.

Wu Jian thought for a while, and released the Ghost of Time.

The power of going back in time lay in the palms of the two of them.

Their palms were retraced to what they looked like when they still had skin.

But at this time, there was no ghost handprint lodged in their palms, and their skin was no longer red, but returned to a fair appearance.

Looking at the stretched brows of the two, Wu Jian nodded.

He raised his hand and looked at his hands again.

He hesitated and gave up the idea of ​​leaving contact information.

Since these two sisters don't want to be masters of treachery anymore.

Then it's best to keep them away from spooky related things altogether.

Starting today, they will live the lives of ordinary people.