Weird recovery: Controlling time in the beginning

“............！"

A flash of shock flashed across his face.

Chen Yishu didn't expect Wu Jian's perception to be so keen.

His location is the same place where the mysterious idol is sealed.

It was 500 meters deep into the ground.

There are also multiple layers of containment and isolation facilities.

Even if it is weird, it can't sense the aura of this idol if it doesn't enter the scope of the idol's supernatural influence.

But Wu Jian felt the exact location of the idol.

"By what kind of power did he discover the idol?"

Doubts rose in his mind, but Chen Yishu didn't have much change in expression on the surface.

Moodiness is an essential skill for a person of his rank.

Even if there are huge waves in my heart.

They also don't lose expression management.

"It can't be said to be a trouble, but a very good inheritance, this inheritance can be shown to you, but it can't be given to you, I hope you can understand. "

Chen Yishu thought about it and spoke.

Now that Wu Jian had discovered the aura of the god statue, there was no point in concealing it any longer.

It's better to be open and honest.

Just let him know that this idol is a reward that cannot be redeemed.

Of course.

If Wu Jian wants to grab hard.

Chen Yishu can't help it.

According to the intelligence he knew.

The power that Wu Jian now has is something that no one can fight.

In the face of such a humanoid nuclear weapon.

There seems to be no other option than compromise.

"Yes, yes. "

Wu Jian nodded, his eyes still observing the floor under his feet, and his expression was slightly serious.

in his perception.

This strange thing hidden underground is terrifying.

Although this eerie aura is in a state of silence.

But this silence is not very stable.

There is a possibility of an outbreak at any time.

"Follow me. "

Following Chen Yishu, he walked into an elevator and went through several layers of identity verification.

The elevator gradually started running.

"Professor Chen, can you tell me what that thing is down there?"

Wu Jian glanced at the jumping numbers on the elevator and suddenly asked.

"It was a god, a mutilated god. "

Chen Yishu put his hands in the pockets of his white coat, his eyes deep.

"We excavated him from an ancient temple, and judging by the various traces of the temple, he should be an idol of a plague god. "

"The plague god?"

His brows furrowed slightly, and Wu Jian stopped speaking.

Seeing that he did not ask any more questions.

Chen Yishu didn't continue to say anything.

It took about three minutes.

The elevator stopped.

Wu Jian and Chen Yishu stepped down from the elevator.

In front of them appeared an old wooden door plastered with the town's inscriptions.

"For the next part of the road, we can only walk over, the killing radiation range of the plague god statue is fifty meters, and we are absolutely not allowed to enter this range. "

Putting his hand on the handle, Chen Yishu admonished solemnly.

"Hmm. "

Wu Jian nodded.

Squeak!

The old wooden door was pushed open.

A cold breath mixed with the smell of decay poured out of it.

Chen Yishu, who bore the brunt of the attack, turned pale and his breath became a little weak.

Wu Jian, who was behind him, didn't react like anyone else.

This kind of supernatural aura mixed with the supernatural is very fatal to ordinary people.

But for him.

It's a cool breeze with a smell.

Walking into the wooden door, Chen Yishu picked up an oil lamp behind the door and lit it with a match.

A dim light lit up on the oil lamp.

Let Wu Jian raise his eyebrows.

The fire in this oil lamp was familiar to him, it was the Strange Flame.

The style of this oil lamp is a little different from the lantern on the ghost ship on the other side.

But the effect should be the same.

It can illuminate the strange darkness and dispel the surrounding spirits.

"I'm not in good health, I can't hold this oil lamp for too long, you can carry the lamp. "

Chen Yishu, who was holding the oil lamp, had a trace of pain on his face, and turned around and handed the oil lamp to Wu Jian.

This oil lamp, like the lantern on a ghost ship, will erode the lives of the living.

Although Chen Yishu has some supernatural powers, he is not a pure trickster, and the use of oil lamps is a bit too much burden for him.

"Hmm. "

There was no refusal.

Wu Jian stretched out his hand and carried the lantern.

Call!

In Chen Yishu's hands, only a soybean-sized oil lamp was lit.

In Wu Jian's hands, it directly exploded into a blazing torch.

The emitted light completely illuminates the passage ahead.

“............"

The strong contrast made the corners of Chen Yishu's mouth twitch, it was not that he had never seen other tricksters use oil lamps.

But a trickster like Wu Jian who let this oil lamp release this level of light.

He really hadn't seen it.

He didn't know that this oil lamp burned to such an extent that it was the limit of this oil lamp.

But it's not the limit of Wu Jian.

If you let Wu Jian unleash the treacherous flame by himself.

He can unleash even more terrifying light and fire.

"Let's go. "

Chen Yishu adjusted his mood and continued to lead the way.

Following the somewhat rough staircase, the two went down a distance of nearly 100 meters.

The further down.

The more cold and rotten the air is.

However, under the effect of the torch oil lamp in Wu Jian's hands.

These cold, rotten breaths couldn't get even closer to the two of them.

This sense of security that has never been felt before.

Chen Yishu's mentality gradually changed.

"It's here. "

Soon the two descended to the bottom of the stairs and came to the entrance to a cavern sealed by a heavy cage.

In the interior of the cave.

A huge coffin was placed there.

Around the coffin, there were several corpses dressed in modern costumes, kneeling around the coffin in worship.

"If you look directly, you will die, if you look at it, you will die, if you worship, you will die...... This is the killing rule of the idol, as long as you enter within 50 meters of this coffin, you will be attacked by this idol, whether it is a human or a treacherous. "

Chen Yishu pointed to a cordon pulled up in the cage and said.

"Is it necessary to see the body of the idol in the coffin?"

Wu Jian glanced at the huge coffin, and the dial of the time treacherous in his left eye was flickering.

He saw, whether it was the coffin or the idol inside.

There are strange torches of time burning.

They are all weird.

These two weird, manipulated by some means.

Entered a state of supernatural confrontation.

As a result, both have fallen into a certain silence.

But in Wu Jian's eyes.

The supernatural nature of this coffin is clearly no match for the idol.

Now it has entered a precarious state of collapse.

I'm afraid it won't take too long before it will be completely merged by the spirit of the idol, and eventually become the puzzle piece of the idol.

"This coffin won't last long. "

Wu Jian held the oil lamp in his hand and said lightly.

"What do you mean?"

Hearing this, Chen Yishu's body shook and asked in a deep voice.

"The coffin is a means of banning the idol, but the supernatural balance between the coffin and the idol is broken, and it will not take long for this coffin to be completely eroded by the idol, and then the strangeness of this idol will be revived. "

Wu Jian quietly integrated his own treacherous flame into the oil lamp.

Through the perception of Wei Yan, he felt the supernatural state of this area.

He found that the supernatural aura of this place was quite complicated.

It seems that he has stayed in a lot of weird places.

Their residual supernatural spirits constantly stimulated the idols in the coffin.

Let His spirit always remain in a state of restlessness.

"What kind of immortal operation is this?"

Feeling such a Wu Jian, his brows furrowed.

If it weren't for these messy weird stimuli.

The revival of this idol will definitely not be as high as it is now.

The coffin that sealed Him should last longer.

But there are not so many should and ifs in the world.

Now the balance between the idol and the coffin has been disrupted.

“............ Can you fix it?"

Chen Yishu was silent for a moment, and a hint of abruptness flashed in his eyes.

In fact, he was also aware of the changes in the idols.

But he couldn't understand the relationship between this idol and the coffin like Wu Jian did. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

Now that he heard Wu Jian say this, the conjecture in his heart was instantly confirmed.

"Yes, but if I solve it, this idol will be mine. "

Wu Jian said lightly.

If you want to deal with this idol, the best way is to use his physique and directly imprison this idol.

In this way, he can not only obtain the power of the idol, but the archaeological bureau does not have to worry about the idol rioting and killing.

Of course.

In addition to imprisoning, he can also use his own supernatural to strengthen the supernatural of the coffin, so that the coffin and the idol can once again enter the terrifying balance of supernatural collision.

But this practice is not stable.

The slightest interference can upset the balance.

The main thing is that it does him no good by doing so.

“............"

Chen Yishu frowned and fell silent.

Wu Jian didn't bother him.

He knew that this idol should be of great significance to the Archaeological Bureau.

"Shhh...... Well, as long as you can deal with this idol, it will be yours!"

After half an hour, Chen Yishu took a deep breath and gritted his teeth.

Now he couldn't control his expressions anymore.

"You won't regret your choice. "

Wu Jian nodded calmly and handed the oil lamp to Chen Yishu.

"Hurry up and evacuate the people nearby, I will do something to this idol in an hour, this oil lamp I can inject with spirits, and it will not erode you anymore. "

"Good!"

Chen Yishu is also a straightforward person.

He picked up the oil lamp and walked away quickly.

As the oil lamp left, darkness began to envelop the surroundings.

A rich chill and a disgusting rancid smell wafted here.

Call!

A faint flame ignited from the palm of his hand, illuminating the surroundings again.

Wu Jian stood still and waited silently.

About an hour had passed, and his gaze turned to the coffin inside the cage.

"Almost. "

An hour is enough for all the personnel in this institute to be evacuated.

In this way, even if the phenomenon of supernatural diffusion occurs when he is imprisoning this idol, he can avoid affecting too many people.

Wu Jian had already seen it when he came over.

The location of this institute is very remote and there are not many people.

He can rest assured that he can use his power boldly.

Call!

The strange flame in the palm of his hand suddenly expanded, forming a small sun, releasing a supernatural light and heat, evaporating the cold and rancid stench of the underground space.

Wu Jian took a step forward.

His body passed through the heavy cage like a phantom and entered the cavern.

This is the power of space tricks.

Wu Jian had already released the ability of space at this time, allowing himself to enter an untouchable state of nothingness.

The supernatural possession of this idol is not simple.

He had to be cautious.

Inside the cave.

The air grew colder, the stench of rancid smell thickened, and a vicious aura hid in the aura, eroding everything around it.

It's a pity that this supernatural force can't interfere with space.

Wu Jian easily walked to the place where the cordon was raised.

The position in front of him.

Kneeling was a man in a suit.

His body had stiffened, and his exposed face and hands were covered in pus-soaked sores.

The sores wriggled as if something was hidden within.

“.. Is it weird about the epidemic?"

Wu Jian remembered what Chen Yishu said to him.

This idol is an idol of a plague god.

And these corpses also bear the symptoms of plague.

"Won't there be another calamity......"

Wu Jian looked at the coffin not far away, did not move forward, but took out the life and death struggle, and turned the pages of the leather book.

He needs to get some information first.

Tick!

The hands of time beat.

The perspective of the future vision emerges from the eye.

The text is sketched out on the leather book.

[Plague Terror has the ability to spread supernatural plagues. 】

[The killing ability of the plague treacherous is very simple, and if you are infected, you will die. 】

The dead living will become a petri dish for the plague. 】

[The strange silence will become the source of the plague treachery.] 】

[When the idol is revived, these spreading plagues will break out in full force and continue to spread. 】

[To resolve this crisis, you need to imprison the Idol of the Source of the Plague.] 】

[To imprison the idol, you need to use the power of the "Shot" Trick and the trick hand to pull out the fragments of the plague trick from the idol. 】

[Then use the gourd to collect the fragments.] 】

[Then use the power of the Trick Flame and the Trick Mark of "Refining" to refine this puzzle piece to make a special trick pill to devour and take, when taking it, you need to activate your devouring spirit and reduce the spirit reflection in the fragments. 】

[During the detention, you need to open the space ghost dragon throughout the whole process and block the nearby empty (Nord's) room to prevent the plague treacherous from using its differentiation instinct to escape into the source of infection. 】

"Hoo ......"

Exhaled, Wu Jian closed his dry left eye.

Because it's just fragments.

The Book of Life and Death shows the whole process of detention very powerfully.

Now all he had to do was follow the steps to successfully imprison the Plague Fragments.

"Is this a simple pattern?"

Wu Jian glanced at the coffin in front of him and didn't shoot directly.

He was waiting for his left eye to fully recover before he was imprisoned.

In this way, even if there is an accident, he can use the time rewind in his left eye to turn back the time before the accident.

"That's it. "

After resting for ten minutes, Wu Jian felt the soreness in his left eye subside.

He opened his palms.

A blood-colored gourd emerges from the palm of his hand.

"Open!"

The pupil of the right eye contracted, and the space ghost spread like lightning, enveloping the entire underground space.

Almost at the same time as the space ghost spreads.

Wu Jian felt the plague god statue in the coffin, and began to be frantically agitated

It's obvious.

The supernatural spirit of the space ghost stimulated him.

With the restlessness of the plague treacherous.

Wu Jian felt that several corpses kneeling around the coffin also began to agitate.

The supernatural plague hidden in their bodies is like an erupting volcano, constantly overflowing from their bodies.

They were then fixed to the surface of their bodies by spatial ghosts.

This is the spatial suppression of the space ghost.

"Photograph!"

didn't care about the restlessness of these corpses, Wu Jian held the gourd in his left hand, raised his right hand and made a scratching motion towards the coffin, and stopped drinking.

The trickster's supernatural release transforms his palm print into a trick seal.

At the same time, the spirit of the ghost speaking was also released with his drinking.

Click!

The sound of stone shattering rang out.

The statue in the coffin cracked through the dense cracks.

Position on the chest of the idol.

A bloodshot eyeball suddenly sticks out of it.。。