Your bank account has received 1,000,000,000. Your bank balance: 1，119，775，980.25.
"Boring."
Wu Jian, who had already returned home, looked at the message on his bank card and felt bored.
Compared to the strangeness of possessing all kinds of terrifying powers.
Money was becoming less and less attractive to him.
Wu Jian sensed the Paramita Ghost Ship hidden in the Crack of Desolation and revealed a satisfied smile.
It took him six hours to drive from Binhai to Qingshan.
However, it only took him 30 seconds to return on the ghost ship.
Using the Crack of Desolation.
The Paramita Ghost Ship could ignore the distance in real space and move directly in this strange space.
He directly descended to the location he wanted to descend to.
Of course.
This kind of movement method would consume a large amount of the lifespan of ordinary strange-wielders.
Fortunately, Wu Jian was not an ordinary monster controller.
There was no need to worry about consumption at all.
Not only could he use the ghost ship to transport himself, but he could also use this ship to transport his car back.
However, when the car he had just bought was unloaded from the ship, it rotted into a pile of rust and was immediately declared scrapped.
"I just bought a car and haven't driven it for a week.”
He thought of the pile of rust that he had thrown into the Crack of Desolation.
Wu Jian couldn't help but feel a little regretful.
This car was his dream car.
"It seems that without the protection of a strange power, things can't enter the Crack of Desolation.”
Through the fate of his own vehicle, Wu Jian understood the terror of the Crack of Desolation.
This deathly silent land seemed to corrode everything inside.
The reason why the Paramita Ghost Ship could sail here was probably related to the terrifying rules that the ship controlled.
"It's quite useful to worship the Strange God. I wonder if the forum sells more powerful primitive curse skins.”
Wu Jian remembered the yellow and wrinkled skin on the instruction manual for worshipping the Strange God.
That piece of skin didn't feel like animal skin, but a strange piece of skin!
This strange skin had been written with some twisted words that contained special power, so it had the qualifications to become the foundation of the ritual.
Wu Jian took out his phone and clicked on the personal assistant option. He quickly typed out a paragraph of text.
Can you help me ask if the Curse Skin in the instruction manual for worshipping the Strange God is for sale?
Alright.?
Qin Shuyu replied immediately.
Wu Jian looked at the time. It was half past one in the morning.
He suddenly felt a little embarrassed.
There's no rush. You can ask tomorrow. It's already so late. You should rest first.
He had mastered the strangeness and absorbed so much time. His physique had already surpassed that of ordinary people. He would not feel sleepy or tired even if he did not sleep for a day or two.
But Qin Shuyu was different. It was late at night and she was disturbing a girl's rest.
This was a little too much.
It was alright.
In the capital, Qin Shuyu blushed when she saw the message from Wu Jian.
You don't have to say anymore. Go to sleep first. Good night.
After sending this message, Wu Jian put away his phone.
"Time to sleep."
Looking at the waning moon in the sky, Wu Jian could not help but think of another face.
His skin was pale, his lips were purple, and the corners of his mouth were curved in an evil manner.
The woman who lived with the strange creature was the most special existence he had ever seen.
She wasn't strange, but she could perfectly use the power of strangeness.
She was a human, but the flames of time in her body had completely fused with the strangeness.
In this way, she had the power of strangeness, and at the same time, she had the consciousness and wisdom of a human.
The two complemented each other, making her an existence that was more terrifying than strangeness.
Killing in a bizarre manner required one to follow the rules of killing, but humans didn't.
Until now, Wu Jian still could not figure out why she killed people.
"I hope this guy doesn't provoke me. Otherwise, I can only be a messenger of justice.”
Wu Jian drew the curtains and returned to the bedroom.
…………
"She's not dead."
This was a rental house in an urban village.
Chu Shi Miao stood in front of a round mirror, her dark and lifeless eyes looking at the reflection in the mirror.
In her eyes, the reflection in the mirror was not herself, but a terrifying figure with half of his head caved in.
This figure was wearing the clothes of the Republic of China. His body was covered in blood, and his only eye was filled with cruelty and hatred.
"She was saved."
The reflection in the mirror grinned, revealing a terrifying smile.
"The man who can control time reversed time and shattered the supernatural power you released, pulling your soul back from the gates of hell.”
"Why are you meddling in other people's business?"
Chu Shi Miao grabbed her hair with both hands, her face twisted and vicious.
"Wang Qingya is just a b * tch not worth mentioning. Why would he save her?”
"Are you jealous? She was jealous that Wang Qingya could be saved by such an outstanding man.”
The voice of the figure in the mirror was sharp and mocking.
"That white-haired man is very handsome and very strong. Are you thinking that if you had that man by your side when you met me, you wouldn't have become like this?”
"Shut up! Don't say anymore!"
Chu Shi Miao's eyes were filled with blood. She bit her lips hard, and the teeth that pierced into her skin quickly bled, dripping drop by drop.
"Why don't you say it again? No one knows you better than I do. I know what you're thinking."
The figure in the mirror raised his hand and slowly reached forward.
His hand passed through the mirror like a phantom and lifted Chu Shi Miao's chin.
"You are me, and I am you. No one understands you better than I do.”
The cold voice was like a devil, constantly echoing in Chu Shi Miao's ears, stimulating her already fragile nerves and spirit. She grabbed her hair hard, tears flowing from her eyes.
"Don't say anymore, boohoo!"
"Haha, you're so ugly when you're weak. What's the point of living? You might as well die and give your body to me. Isn't that better?”
The hand in the mirror caressed her face, and the eyes of the figure in the mirror were filled with greed.
"No, I can't! I don't want to die! I want to live! I want to live longer than anyone else!"
With a scream, Chu Shi Miao overturned the mirror.
Pa!
The mirror shattered into countless pieces, and in these pieces, there were strange reflections that looked exactly like her.
"You can't run away! You! It's me!"
"Hehehe!"
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