Weird recovery: Controlling time in the beginning

Smack!

Smack!

Smack!

Blood-spattered handprints kept appearing in the room.

It was as if an invisible ghost was walking with his hands on the walls and ceiling of the room.

The strong smell of blood began to permeate.

The air throughout the room became viscous.

[Buzz!].

[Not every trickster can play like you and control the weird. 】

[For them, weirdness is a terrible ghost. 】

[When weirdness is stimulated, it is these hapless tricksters who suffer first. 】

[Your presence scares the ghost handprints on their bodies.] 】

[Although the ghost handprint is just a pair of handprints under a terrible strange seal, he doesn't want to be someone else's puzzle piece either.] 】

[He will follow the most basic instincts of resistance, squeeze the life of the trickster, and carry out the most stubborn struggles. 】

[This phenomenon can be called weird out of control.] 】

The phone vibrate, and the pitch-black text broke away from the shackles of the screen and appeared in Wu Jian's eyes.

Expressionlessly, he swept over the string of words.

Wu Jian opened his mouth slightly.

"Hoo ......

A white mist, flowing from between his teeth, began to creep silently through the room.

The cold smell of incense and ash is spreading, gradually eroding the thick smell of blood.

It's ghost fog.

It turned into a breathing ghost mist, and under Wu Jian's control, it had already colluded with all the bloody handprints in the room.

The cold ghost fog is like the nemesis of the ghost handprint.

Constantly smearing these terrible handprints that are bright red and dripping, decomposing the strange power on these handprints.

"Out of control? Then there's just going to be a re-incarceration. "

Looking at the two sisters who were pale and had begun to trance.

Wu Jian stood up and walked close to the two.

His hands were wrapped in a faint white mist, and he opened his palms towards the two sisters.

"Raise the hand that controls the ghost mudra and face the palm of my hand. "

Wu

Jian's voice made Gu Xiaoshi and Gu Xiaoyu cheer up slightly, they gritted their teeth, raised their left and right hands that had lost their skin, and covered Wu Jian's big hands.

"Please. "

Feeling the stinging pain in her palm, Gu Xiaoshi clenched her teeth and said in a low voice.

"Help us. "

"Don't worry. "

Feeling the slippery and warm touch of the two sisters' palms, Wu Jian sighed in his heart.

How painful it was for the palm to have no skin, he didn't know.

All he knew was that even if he accidentally tore the barb on his finger, it would hurt for days.

You can imagine how painful it would be if the whole palm of the hand was gone, and the skin would be gone.

Now there is only one thing he can do.

That is to get out the ghost handprints that keep squeezing their lifespan as soon as possible, and then imprison them on their bodies.

It

was the first time that Wu Jian had done such a thing as pulling out the weirdness from a living person.

But he already had a clue in his mind.

The mind moves.

In the left eye, the dial of the time treachery quietly appeared.

Da Da

Da Da!

The

slender second hand began to jump rapidly.

A series of invisible ripples began to spread out with the beating of the second hand.

Aggregation!

Feel the spread of ripples.

Wu Jian's mind moved, trying to restrain the ripples.

It went well.

The ripples that spread all of them acted on the blood-colored ghost handprints under his restraint.

Ripples like razors are constantly slicing away layers of time from the ghost handprints.

As time weakened, the blood of the ghost handprints became lighter and lighter.

Excellent!

Feel the supernatural power of the ghost handprints that are beginning to weaken.

Wu Jian raised his eyes and looked at Gu Xiaoshi and Gu Xiaoyu.

Their spirits were also much more uplifted at this time.

The

Ghost Handprints, weakened by the Time Treacher, were no longer able to do more damage to them.

"It's going to be a little uncomfortable a little later, you two bear with me. "

"Hmm. "

After Wu Jian finished speaking in a deep voice, he saw the two nodding, opened their mouths, and spit out a mouthful of ghost mist.

Pale ghostly mist ran down their nostrils and into their bodies.

The ghost mist entered the body, making the Gu family sisters' faces turn pale.

"Hold back, it'll be over soon!".

With a deep sigh, Wu Jian struggled to restrain the killing rules of the ghost mist, and let him force towards the ghost handprint in the Gu family sisters' bodies.

The blue and white breath flowed and concentrated in the two sisters' bodies, and slowly squeezed towards the left and right hands of the two of them with ghost handprints.

The supernatural power clashed, and the blood-red light lit up on Gu Xiaoshi and Gu Xiaoyu's palms.

"Woooooooooooo

The pain was more severe than the pain of the skin being peeled off, which made Gu Xiaoyu cry.

Although Gu Xiaoshi on the other side did not make a sound, her eyes were red and she burst into tears.

But she didn't say anything, just silently endured.

She could feel the ghost handprints in her palms being peeled away.

This sharp pain is the pain caused by the peeling of the ghost mudra.

"Come out!".

Wu Jian, who was covered in sweat, didn't have the heart to pay attention to the feelings of the Gu family sisters at all.

His entire mind was manipulating the ghostly fog and the treachery of time.

He had to keep the time to weaken the ghost handprint, and at the same time, he had to

take into account the output strength of the ghost mist's supernatural power, preventing the Gu family sisters from being killed, and at the same time, he had to force the ghost handprint out of the two of them.

It's a painstaking operation.

Even he had to brace his spirits.

As the power of the ghost mist continues to sink in.

Gu

Xiaoshi and Gu Xiaoyu's palms began to turn bloody.

Blood red was gradually squeezed into the palms of the two of them.

Shhhhh

There was a soft thud.

Two blood-red palm prints floated out of their hands.