Everyone is weird: I let you control ghosts, and you become addicted

Chapter 85 The handprint on the door

And by piecing these incomplete and weird pieces together, you can develop greater horror.

"It's like doing a jigsaw puzzle."

Opening his hand, blood soaked his palm.

In this bloody palm, the strange palm lines formed a twisted text that made people's scalp numb.

town.

Now, as long as he holds the handprint representing the seal, he can once again imprint the strange ghost-drawing talisman in this corridor that can suppress this warehouse.

Lock down these restless and strange things again.

But does he really want to do this?

Chen Yu felt these strange things that fell into silence in the ghost of time, and fell into deep thought.

Weirdness is both disaster and strength.

For the average weirdo master, every time he controls a weirdo, it means he has to roll on the edge of life and death.

Those who successfully control it are still okay, allowing the terror to be balanced and life to be continued.

If you don't play well, you will die on the spot without even a chance to collect the body, and will directly turn into a weird body.

But this kind of worry does not exist on him.

Controlling the weirdness is a test for him to make himself stronger.

Controlling the weirdness can cause him pain, but it cannot make him die.

These weirdnesses will eventually become his strength.

So, what reason does he have for not controlling these terrifying existences?
"These weird things should be related to me, and I used my body to imprison these horrible things. They should thank me."

Thinking of this, Chen Yu suddenly had an idea.

He dispersed the ghost handprints and walked towards the old iron gate.

Cold and heavy.

This iron door is also strange.

As for the rules for killing, Chen Yu didn't know.

He also didn't want to know.

He was not prepared to take away this weirdness.

Too much trouble.

He can't walk around carrying such a big iron door every day.

He raised his hand and grasped the handle of the iron door.

A dark and obscure power wanted to flow into his body along his palm.

Wanting to suppress his body and turn him into a corpse.

"town."

Feeling this power, Chen Yu's palm suddenly turned blood red.

The ghost hand seal was activated to isolate this aura.

At the same time, he made a strange handprint with his free hand and slapped the door.

呲!
Like red-hot seared flesh.

A burst of green smoke came out from the iron door pressed by Chen Yu's palm.

A bloody handprint with twisted words was deeply imprinted on it.

With the imprint of the handprint.

The iron gate instantly entered a state of silence.

"It's really useful."

With slightly cold palms, Chen Yu felt that his ghost handprints seemed to have been exhausted at this moment, and he entered a state of depression.

If he wants to use the ghost hand seal again, he must let the ghost hand seal take a good rest.

"Really..."

Chen Yu frowned when he noticed that the ghost handprint stretched his crotch like this.

"Sure enough, it's just a handprint. Is the supernatural power it contains too weak?"

He couldn't help but think of the big hands that appeared in his consciousness when he was controlling the ghost hand seal.

If it were those hands.

You should be able to use the power of the Seal at will without cooling down.Squeak!
The heavy iron door was pushed open.

What came into view was a dark room.

There is a platform in the center of the room, and a stone square box is placed on the platform.

On the square box, there are six yellow talisman papers, with a series of bloody twisted words written on these talisman papers.

Chen Yu is very familiar with these twisted words.

It's one of the three secret seals.

ban.

"The talisman paper written with a secret seal has the smell of blood and a strange aura in the ink."

Touching the talisman paper lightly with your fingers, a slightly sticky feeling came from it.

The words on these talisman papers were as if they had just been written on them, sticky and cold, with a strange and unique aura.

"Is the ink made of weird materials?"

Raising his hand and looking at the dark red liquid standing on his fingers, Chen Yu nodded.

Weird seal, as a weird technique.

It seems that there is no ontology, as long as the conditions are met.

You can make a fake mark.

The ghost-forbidden talisman is like this, and the ghost-painting talisman in the corridor is also like this.

hissing...

Release the power slightly, and the liquid on your fingers is evaporated.

Also evaporated at the same time was the magic forbidden talisman on the stone square box.

Under the influence of Chen Yu's power, these talismans ignited with dark red flames and burned to ashes.

Without the suppression of the Forbidden Magic Talisman, a slight ringing sound rang in the stone box.

This ringtone actually ignored the blockade of the Ghost of Time and reached Chen Yu's ears.

His consciousness shook slightly, and Chen Yu was slightly in a trance.

next second.

A death knell sounded in his mind.

【Om! 】

[You have been attacked by the Emperor's Bell and you are dead. 】

[The Time Trick has restarted and you are alive again. 】

"?"

Blinking his eyes in confusion, Chen Yu was stunned.

"The Devil's Bell? Isn't it a ghost bell? Did he just kill me?"

This was the first time for Chen Yu to experience such a painless and powerless death.

He looked at the stone box in front of him with a serious expression.

This Cunning Emperor Bell seems to have been underestimated by the Cunning Master Forum.

He is not as harmless as you think.

It was strange to be able to penetrate a layer of Time Ghost so easily and kill him once.

That was no ordinary horror.

What's even more terrifying is that this Strange Emperor Bell doesn't even have a human body to use it, yet it has such power.

Chen Yu couldn't imagine what kind of terrifying power this thing could exert if it had a human body that could be driven.

"I want more."

Licking his lips, Chen Yu felt waves rise in his calm heart.

Although this Magic Emperor Bell is scary, it is not scary enough to suppress the Time Magic.

As long as Time is not suppressed, he will have countless opportunities to come back.

"If the first layer of ghosts can't suppress you, then how about trying the second layer?"

The pupil of his left eye shrank slightly, and the minute hand of the time quietly jumped forward by one mark.

when!
An invisible ripple is spreading, and the cold power is superimposed.

Two layers of ghosts that can interfere with time overlap and merge with each other.

The effect of one plus one is greater than two is formed.

time.

Hardened at this moment.

The terrifying supernatural suppression force squeezed all the weird things in the warehouse.

In Chen Yu's perception.

Except for the time torch of the Emperor's Clock in the stone box in front of him, it still looks impregnable.

Under the suppression of the ghosts of time on the second floor, the other strange things have already entered a shaky and flickering state.

jingle!

jingle!jingle!

Three consecutive ringtones.

The stone box in front of Chen Yu was cracked with dense cracks.

Layers of blue sound waves overflowed from it, slowly spreading out in the frozen time.

"Can't you get down on the second floor? Then... what about the third floor?"

Facing the blue sound wave that was about to touch him, Chen Yu narrowed his eyes slightly, and the minute hand of time jumped again.

when!
The low sound of the death knell even broke out of consciousness and spread among the ghosts.

A particularly condensed ripple exploded with Time Trick as the center.

Under the impact of this ripple.

These blue sound waves were directly shattered. At the same time, other strange things in the warehouse were also being robbed of time by the three-layered ghosts of time, becoming completely silent.

"Finally honest."

The second hand in his left eye kept ticking.

A trace of blue time was plundered by the time trick.

This is the time of the Emperor's Clock.

Under the suppression of the three levels of time ghosts, the time of the Wei Emperor Bell finally became loose.

However, the Emperor's Bell, which had been robbed of time, did not show any signs of weakness, and the blue torch of time was still rising there.

Chen Yu opened the cracked stone box while extracting the time from the Emperor's Clock.

He saw a palm-sized, pitch-black bell similar to the Sanqing Bell used by Taoist priests appearing in his eyes.

"Is this the Wei Emperor Bell?"

He stretched out his hand and grasped the handle of the Wei Emperor Bell.

A cold aura different from Broken Sword invaded his body.

Countless noises echoed in his mind.

There were heavy bells, crisp bells, horrible roars, pathetic cries, and all kinds of unpleasant squirming sounds.

"Forehead!"

Veins bulged on his forehead and Chen Yu's eyes turned red.

He felt that his brain was pounding, as if something strange was about to grow out of his brain.

Yet at this time.

The familiar power burst out of his body again.

It was like a joke, easily dispelling those terrible voices in his head.

"what!"

As the sound was dispersed, Chen Yu's consciousness suddenly returned to consciousness.

He held the cold Emperor's Bell and breathed a long sigh of relief.

"It's done!" [Buzz! 】

[Congratulations on successfully controlling the Emperor's Bell. 】

[I can only say one word: outrageous. 】

[From now on, your Broken Sword will lose its second position, because the Weird Emperor Bell is a more complete artifact than him. 】

[As for what kind of power the Wei Emperor Bell has? 】

[Haven’t you experienced it all?Isn’t it painful at all to be killed by the Imperial Bell Ringing Sound? 】

[You can often use this thing to give salvation to those who have had enough life. 】

[You can also use it to perform rituals and awareness. The Emperor Zhong is very professional at doing this kind of work. 】

[By the way, when it comes to fighting, don’t expect too much from this thing. There are specialties in the art, and Broken Sword is better than him in fighting. 】

The prompt of the Strange Era is beating.

Chen Yu was not in the mood to pay attention.

He is very tired.

The three levels of time ghosts were squeezing his physical strength and energy every minute.

In just a moment, he felt as if he had run another [-] kilometers with a heavy load.

The whole person felt tired and sleepy.

It was as if the body had been hollowed out.

Putting the Emperor's Bell in his pocket, he staggered towards the outside of the warehouse.

He was no longer interested in other weird things in the warehouse.

These strange things have been extracted for too much time by the third-level ghost of time, and now they have entered a state of weakness and silence.

And compared to Chen Yu's current control, it's weird.

These weirdnesses that have been weakened to the limit by time weirdness are so weak that there is no need to waste energy on controlling them.

After passing through the iron gate, Chen Yu returned to the corridor.

Qin Shuyu, who was smiling, was still frozen in time and had no idea what was going on.

"receive."

The pupil of his left eye trembled slightly, and the spreading ghosts suddenly retracted.

Time, resumed its flow again.

"Chen Yu, please go out first. There is something wrong here. Let's get the things later."

Qin Shuyu looked at the ghost-painted talisman that had turned into scorch marks, her beautiful face full of seriousness.

She knew that these ghostly drawings had the power to suppress weirdness.

Now that these ghost symbols disappeared, it meant that some kind of terrible change had occurred in Warehouse No. [-] that she could not understand.

She didn't know what the change was, but she knew that it was no longer suitable to stay here.

"........."

"it is good."

Chen Yu was silent for a moment and nodded.

Of course he would not explain that all the changes here were caused by him.

After all, his method of obtaining the Emperor's Bell was a bit disgraceful.

Now Qin Shuyu seems to have misunderstood something, so let her misunderstand it.

This can also save him a lot of trouble.

"You take a rest here first, I'll go out to do something."

Taking Chen Yu to a lounge, Qin Shuyu hurriedly turned around and left.

Looking at her quickly disappearing figure, Chen Yu silently poured himself a glass of water and poured it into his stomach.

"I'm sorry……"

Touching the Wei Emperor Clock in his pocket, Chen Yu put the water glass on the table, leaned on the sofa and closed his eyes.

He guessed it would get lively here in a minute.

…………

It turns out.

Chen Yu's guess was correct.

Not long after he fell asleep, Warehouse No. [-] was cordoned off.

A group of resolute-looking soldiers sealed off the entire warehouse.

Several dark SUVs rushed into the yard.

Several figures with cold auras all over their bodies got out of the car and walked into the warehouse.

The leader was the expressionless Zhao Tiejun.

He took half of the Tricksters stationed in the Imperial Capital to Warehouse No. [-], and saw the completely invalid ghost painting talisman.

"This is the coking phenomenon caused by a very strong supernatural impact."

A slightly thin man wearing old-fashioned gold-rimmed glasses pushed up his glasses and said calmly.

"However, the weirdness in the warehouse did not cause any restlessness due to the loss of the suppression of the ghost painting talisman. This is very strange."

Another man who always had a big smile on his face said with squinted eyes. When he spoke, he always had an uncontrollable smile.

However, this smile did not turn into laughter due to his restraint.

"Could it be the ghost that came to get the ghost rattle?"

The speaker was a thin woman with messy long hair, sunken cheeks, and a pair of lifeless eyes in the dark circles.

"Impossible, the ghost-drawing talisman creates a terrifying balance with the weirdness of the sly door. Without the correct means of opening the door, even if we come in together, we will be suppressed by the ghost-drawing talisman. The intensity of this suppression has reached the level of an S-level terrorist incident. That solution Although the Ghost Controller is strong, it is impossible to be this strong." The man who spoke was very fat, his voice was booming, and on his upper body, he only wore a greasy black leather apron, and his whole body exuded The sickening smell of blood and decay.

However, those present were not ordinary people and did not care about the smell at all.

But the supernatural aura on his body made everyone unconsciously distance themselves from him.

"Go and see."

At this time, Zhao Tiejun spoke.

He walked to the dark iron door and looked up and down.

His eyes suddenly moved, and he raised his hand to touch a spot on the iron door.

There is a very subtle trace there.

(End of this chapter)