“997……”
“998……”
“999……”
“1000！”
With a push of his arm, his inverted body bounced up lightly.
Wu Jian, who was half-naked and revealed his strong muscles, moved his arms and let out a light breath.
Training, learning, and practicing strange operations.
During this period of time, Wu Jian's life had become very regular.
He would wake up early for a morning run, then go home to read books. At noon, he would buy some healthy ingredients to make a nutritious lunch for himself. In the afternoon, he would take a nap, and after he got up, he would do strength training.
Sometimes, he would cook dinner himself, and sometimes, he would go out to eat.
At night, he would communicate with the strangeness and practice how to deal with it.
He went to bed at ten o'clock sharp.
He would never bring his fatigue to the next day.
Wu Jian felt that he was living a very healthy life.
He was very satisfied with his life.
Wu Jian took out his phone and opened the Bizarre Trainer forum. On the personal assistant's option, a message was jumping.
Wu Jian, I've already asked for you. The skin you want is in the hands of the archeological bureau. They're willing to give it to you, but they have a condition.
What conditions?
Wu Jian moved his finger and typed out a line of words.
He was determined to obtain this Primordial Cursed Skin.
As long as the archeological bureau's conditions were not too outrageous, he would agree.
The archeological bureau hopes that you can cooperate with them in an archaeological operation.
Archeology?
I don't know how to!
Wu Jian had only seen archeology in books and on television.
If he were to go to archaeology, he would probably only be a handyman.
Alright!
However, Wu Jian did not refuse.
He could obtain the Primordial Curse Skin just by helping out. This kind of thing was profitable no matter how he looked at it.
As for whether they would encounter any danger during the archaeology.
He was not worried.
If there was danger, he could run.
He only agreed to help, not to risk his life.
Alright, I'll contact the archeological bureau. They should give me the news soon.
Yes.
Wu Jian put away his phone and opened his palm.
Blood crawled on his palm, and the strange palm lines gradually formed twisted words.
"Skill, weapon, body…I feel like something is missing.”
Wu Jian frowned as he sensed the cold and strange energy within his body. He felt a little uncomfortable.
The more strangeness he controlled, the more incomplete he felt.
This was also the reason why he always took the initiative to look for strange things.
He desired to be complete and needed to make up for it.
Only by dominating more strangeness could he achieve this.
"We can only take it slow."
A blood-colored fog spread out from his palm, and his hands returned to their original state. Wu Jian's figure slowly turned into nothingness.
When he appeared again.
He had already arrived on the deck of the ghost ship.
He raised his head and looked at the completely pale sky, then looked around at the endless black sea.
Wu Jian grabbed the helm of the ghost ship with both hands.
A cold aura entered his body from the helm.
He felt that there was some kind of magical connection between him and the ghost ship.
The medium of the connection was the palm he left on the rudder and the mark left by the Strange God under his feet.
"Phew!"
His arm muscles bulged as Wu Jian swung the rudder.
He wanted to control the Paramita Ghost Ship.
Only by controlling it often could he have a greater impact on these strange things, making these strange things that could not be absorbed into his body more closely connected to him and more like his arms.
The Paramita Ghost Ship slowly turned and gradually accelerated, moving on the calm black sea.
Although the sail of the Paramita was tattered and did not seem to be able to provide any power, the voyage of the ghost ship was not affected by the broken sail.
Under Wu Jian's control.
The ghost ship left a long trail on the black sea as it moved quickly.
The strong cold wind moved along with the ghost ship, creating waves on the calm sea.
"Oh!"
He swung his arms and the rudder spun wildly.
The ghost ship left a large arc on the sea and completed a quick turn.
"Awesome!"
Facing the cold wind, Wu Jian's white hair fluttered, and a smile appeared on his face.
This feeling of driving a big ship on the sea.
It made him feel a long-lost excitement.
"Phew!"
After steering the Paramita Ghost Ship for two rounds, Wu Jian let go of the rudder.
The blood on his hands gradually receded. Wu Jian's hands were cold.
If he wanted to control the Higan Shore, Wu Jian needed to use the Ghost Hand Seal to coordinate with it so that he could swing the rudder freely.
The other monsters couldn't control the ghost ship well due to the limitations of their form.
However, the Ghost Handprint was the lowest level of terror on his body.
Whether it was using the Strange Seal or controlling the ghost ship.
They were not very strong, short, and weak.
"I wonder where the dark place that pair of hands is hiding. Just the handprint is too weak.”
He clenched his fists and felt his palms gradually warming up.
Wu Jian couldn't help but think of that pair of terrifying hands hidden in the darkness.
Those hands had dragged his consciousness into the area where he was and killed him once.
If he could completely control those hands.
Wu Jian felt that he would become even more complete.
Unfortunately, he couldn't find where those hands were.
"Hey!"
Sighing, Wu Jian left the helm and walked towards the cabin of the Higan.
After obtaining this ghost ship, he had not seriously explored it.
He was a little curious as to why this ship that seemed to come from the old era was built.
Would there be any information about that era left on this ship?
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