Strange Recovery: Harnessing Time Strangeness at the Beginning

“Step three.”

Hands raised and slightly bent.

Wu Ma suddenly felt a trance.

Next second.

Most of the remaining sacrificial incense in his hand burned to the end in an instant.

The bell of the Tricky Emperor Bell also sounded wildly in an instant.

The smoke dragon, which was like a substance, was plated with a layer of blue light like scale armor by the Emperor Bell, and snaked towards the ghost ship on the sea.

Rumble!

There was a terrifying crash.

The tattered hull of the ghost ship was almost knocked over on the spot by this smoke dragon.

The smoke cleared.

Wu Ma’s figure had disappeared from the beach, leaving only the burnt ashes of the curse skin in place.

“Eh!”

Shaking his somewhat dizzy head, Wu Ma found that he had left the beach.

Came to a stained deck.

Not far in front of him, stood a dull-colored wooden rudder.

“I’m on board?”

Touching the back of his waist, the broken sword was still there, and the Emperor Bell didn’t know when it hung on his waist.

After confirming that his belongings were not lost, Wu Ma’s mentality was instantly stable.

He could feel that through the ritual of worshiping the gods, he had developed a touch with the big ship under his feet.

However, in order to fully control this big ship, he still needs to meet some conditions.

Wu Ma looked at the rudder of the wooden ship.

He felt that the heart of the ship was at the rudder.

He needs to control the rudder to fully steer the ship.

Confirming this, he walked towards the rudder.

The gloomy and decaying aura rose on the ship with his movements, and one after another figures turned from virtual to solid, blocking his front.

It’s weird.

One by one, the strange looks dressed in various era of service numbly blocked the front of Wu Ma, and their bodies exuded a thick malice.

They are weird people who are dominated by ghost ships.

They are ghost slaves.

They didn’t want Wuma to control the rudder.

Jingle bells!

The Emperor Bell on his waist suddenly rang.

Layers of sound waves filled with cold power are rippling and spreading.

Under the influence of the sound of the Emperor Bell.

These strange and numb forces revealed a painful look, and involuntarily gave way to their steps.

These weirdness dominated by ghost ships looks bluffing.

But their level of terror is not high, under the power of the complete Emperor Bell.

They were suppressed.

It gave way to Wuma, a way to the rudder.

But they were still struggling, trying to break free from the sound of the Emperor Bell.

Unfortunately, the strange power of the Weird Emperor Bell will continue to superimpose with the ringing time, and these ghost slaves have no chance to resist the moment they are suppressed.

Tap-Tap!

Wu Ma walked past the densely packed ghost slaves step by step.

The crisp ringing made the ghost slaves who approached him bow their heads one after another.

This is the authority of the Tricky Emperor Bell, and it is also the authority of Wu Jian.

As he approaches.

Even if you are weird, you still have to look down.

“The last step.”

Surrounded by a ship of ghost slaves, Wuma stood in front of the ghost ship’s rudder.

At his feet, a figure exactly like the one on the curse skin was shining.

Lift the palm that transforms into a word.

Wu Ma took a deep breath and held the rudder of the ghost ship hard.

Phew!

The green smoke is rising, and the handprints are being branded.

Wu Ma’s consciousness was suddenly pulled into a terrifying and strange place.

Wow!

The surging waves poured like mountains, carrying countless skeleton-like waves, exuding an atmosphere of despair that made people collapse.

Black clouds overwhelmed the city, and thunder flashed.

The thick black clouds above the sky formed a disgusting shape like internal organs, squirming and rolling, bursting out one after another blood-colored thunder, like blood-like thunder, rendering the black clouds into dark red internal organs.

The wind was howling, and blood rained down from the clouds like arrows.

In this sea full of horror, a large ship is sailing hard.

The figures on the big ship are stirring with terrifying strange powers, controlling the rudder, so that their own weirdness is linked with the big ship, forming a large ghost with compound horror rules.

The ghosts are fighting against this terrifying sea that is like a confluence of calamities.

Constant trembling, constant shattering, constant repair.

Even if they harnessed the weirdness, when facing this ocean, the figures on the ship were only left with despair.

At this time, Wu Ma seemed to have become one of the figures on the ship.

Feeling the terrifying pressure brought by the waves in the sky and the endless cold aura, he couldn’t help but burst out the strange power of his whole body.

Dangdang!

A death knell sounded for Hong Zhong Da Lu.

Time after time ghosts continue to spread.

The three-layer ghost of time suddenly erupted.

Unexpectedly, the waves that were constantly beating came to a momentary pause.

Also pause for a moment.

Click!

The next moment.

The skeletons on these waves suddenly opened their mouths and laughed wildly.

The gloomy cold power that made Wu Ma feel his scalp tingle tore apart the ghost of time on the spot and slapped it fiercely on the boat.

There was a violent shaking.

The big ship almost capsized.

“Eh!”

Wu Ma, who was holding the rudder, snorted, and a line of blood and tears flowed from his left eye.

He quickly spit out the ghost fog to isolate the sea water that splashed into the cabin.

These seawater have some kind of terrifying corrosive power, even if they are strangely washed by seawater, they will be separated and silent.

In order to prevent himself from being eroded by these seawaters, Wu Ma released all the ghost fog to protect himself.

At this time, he had forgotten that he was consciously sinking into this big ship.

It was as if he had become part of the ship.

Live and die with this ship.