when!
The broken sword cut a straight line of light and slashed heavily on the silent incense burner.
The impact of Hong Zhong Da Lu resounded.
A huge slit was cut into the incense burner.
Petroleum-like liquid flowed out from the cracks, and the air was filled with the stench of rotting corpses.
Air bubbles are tumbling in the liquid.
One by one, sticky water splashes protruded from the weird palms.
But it hasn’t waited for these palms to move.
Wu Jian had already raised the sword in his hand and dropped it, slashing down.
puff!
The curse of slashing and killing is more terrifying than piercing and killing.
When these palms were cut off, they disintegrated one after another, turning into stenchy blood without any supernatural power and seeping into the soil.
Lost the support of supernatural power.
The black liquid in the incense burner gradually dried up.
Only the lifeless incense burner was left lying on one side.
“The source of the ghost fog…”
The pointer in the left eye jumped, and the Ghost of Time spread out, sealing off the nearby area.
Perception through the ghosts of time.
Wu Jian found that there was a mass of bluish-white air that was constantly rotating in the incense burner.
Surrounding the air mass is a somewhat viscous black liquid.
Under the action of the ghosts of time, these liquids are constantly robbed of time and become illusory and dry up.
The bluish-white air mass is the source of the ghost fog.
The black liquid was the cursed liquid that had just killed him once.
This Ghost Mist turned out to be not a simple monster.
It’s a strange mixture of two kinds of existence.
It’s just that the bluish-white ghost fog is a complete puzzle.
Rather, the black liquid is just a derivative of some kind of weird power.
Under the unreasonable time looting ability of time, these liquids have completely dried up.
Click!
The disappearance of the liquid.
Cracks began to crack on the old incense burner.
Cracks are densely packed like cobwebs, all over the entire incense burner.
With a crisp sound, the incense burner suddenly collapsed.
A bluish-white air mass the size of a ping-pong ball emerged from it.
Before Wu Jian could make a move.
Ignoring the blockade of the Ghost of Time, this air mass directly turned into a white light and penetrated into Wu Jian’s body along his nose.
“WDNMD!”
His mouth was full of fragrance, and he couldn’t speak anymore.
The ghost mist that penetrated into the body was like a stream of extremely cold ice.
The “Qin” heart-piercing touch made his body stiffen quickly.
“call……”
A thick and lingering white mist overflowed between the teeth.
Wu Jian’s face turned pale, like a frozen corpse.
In his mind, hallucinations appeared one after another.
The deep sea blocked by dense fog, the planet frozen by cold fog, the foggy forest that can never get out, and the terrible cities with countless crimes hidden in the fog.
One after another, soundless images appeared one after another, trying to invade Wu Jian’s consciousness and transform his spirit.
Facing the strange invading force, Wu Jian’s heart was numb.
His consciousness has been frozen by the ghost fog.
But his physical talent couldn’t be frozen by the ghost fog.
Deep and grand power burst out from an unknown place in the body.
Like an erupting volcano, everything along the way will be destroyed.
The intrusion of the ghost mist was crushed by this force on the spot, turning into fine scum, which was forcibly squeezed into a cloud of bluish-white smoke, which merged into Wu Jian’s breath.
As the ghost mist was forced to adapt by Wu Jian’s body, it turned into a breath of gas.
Wu Jian’s consciousness also returned quickly, taking control of his body again.
【Buzz! 】
[How does the ghost fog smell? 】
[Is it as refreshing and smooth as ice cream? Ice cold and delicious? 】
[But He doesn’t have any cards in your body, and he doesn’t even have the qualifications to reside in a fixed organ. 】
【The poor mist has become your breath, coming in and out of your body with your mind. 】
【Probably he never thought that he would become like this. 】
[Poor, sad, lamentable! 】
[Is it the distortion of human nature, or the loss of morality? 】
【You have to be nicer to Wuzi in the future. 】
“Mist? Hehe!”
The text of Weiji Era suggests that the style of painting is getting more and more unscrupulous.
Wu Jian has gotten used to it.
He took a light breath, and took the ghost mist that he accidentally spit out just now into his body.
Feel the cold breath rolling between the mouth, nose and throat.
Wu Jian rubbed his throat.
“It smells like mint, very moist.”
Ghost fog is different from time ghost.
Turned into a breathing ghost fog.
In his oronasal tracheal loop.
It made him feel comfortable for a while.
That feeling is like having a ball of cool and refreshing drink, always moistening his throat.
Let his breathing always maintain the best sense of smoothness.
“interesting.”
He took a deep breath, feeling the lightness and coolness between his nose and throat.
Wu Jian put the broken sword back into the holster, and opened the Subterfuge Forum.
[The ghost fog has been resolved, send the money to my account. 】
After sending the message, Wu Jian left his bank account number.
He was too lazy to hide his identity, there was no need for it.
He believed that the opponent’s power, if he really wanted to investigate.
He couldn’t hide his identity either.
As for whether the other party will renege on his debt, he will not be rewarded.
On this point, Wu Jian is not worried.
The Weird Masters Forum is not just for fun, but wants to gather the strange masters from all over the country to fight against the endless strange incidents.
If even the most basic reward like bounty cannot be guaranteed, how can the treacherous masters risk their lives to complete the reward task?
And Wu Jian has confidence in his own strength, if the other party really reneges.
He doesn’t mind flexing his muscles to the creator of this forum.
Let them understand that there are some people who cannot be offended.
