When Wu Hao was exploring the world of the Holy See

The other side

The name of the god talks strangely about the world

Thirty-two years have passed since the world stopped, and only four or five years have passed here.

The ratio of time flow velocity is about 7:1

this day

In an ordinary farmhouse.

Wang Xuemin is a little puzzled now, he can clearly feel his body lying on the bed, but he can't move, and he can't even move his eyes.

It's been so long since that weird nightmare last time. In four or five years, he has changed a lot.

After that nightmare, he felt like his body was constantly changing, getting stronger and stronger. Although he didn't know why, he didn't say anything, after all, this was a bit weird, and it wouldn't be good to be discovered by the family.

Three years ago, after successfully stealing the basic martial arts in the family, he escaped at night, and used the money he had accumulated in the past few years to quietly settle down in a village under Sangma Town.

This stay is three years.

In the past three years, relying on his gradually mutated body, he has successfully advanced to a quasi-martial artist. After the strength is enhanced. It also allowed him to occasionally go to the edge of the wilderness, prey on prey, and his life improved a lot.

It's just that he is very low-key, even in the village, he has never revealed his identity as a quasi-martial artist, for fear that the family will find him.

In that way, their secrets will be exposed to everyone's sight.

Especially the speed of promotion to a quasi-martial artist.

It's weird.

As far as he knew, this speed was simply an inhuman series. Most martial artists have been refining their bodies since childhood, and only after they have enough qi and blood can they be promoted to quasi-martial artists.

It will take more than ten years before and after.

And he, not to mention practicing halfway, only took three years to be promoted to a quasi-martial artist, which is somewhat incredible.

You must know that he is not a peerless genius, and he has not obtained the so-called heavenly treasures. Therefore, all of this may be related to the original dream.

He always felt that the dream was not simple. Maybe one day I'll still find him.

To do this, it is necessary to keep a low profile.

I just waited again and again, and I had a lot of nightmares, but none of them had anything to do with the weird dream I had at the beginning. It's just an ordinary dream.

And this time, it seems to have really come.

At the moment, he is in a somewhat peculiar state.

Awake, with his eyes open, but as if he was not awake.

All you can hear is the whistling of the wind in your ears, accompanied by the sound of vague talking.

It seemed to be a few young women whispering in their ears, and it seemed like a few men were roaring and arguing not far away.

The sound is noisy, chaotic, and changeable, and if you listen carefully, you can't hear anything.

It's weird.

Even though his eyes were open, he could only see a small area above his head.

At this moment, the cloud-like substances there are fluctuating, condensing at one time, and suddenly gathering and scattering at another. These weird things, glowing with a stream of cold and damp, looking at them, for some reason, he had a very bad feeling.

I feel like I'm being targeted by predators.

Even a vigorous quasi-martial artist's qi and blood will be frozen.

The soul trembled in its shell.

A second

Two seconds

Three seconds

It may have been a long time, but it seemed like only a few seconds.

Wang Xuemin, who was thinking hard about how to deal with the strange physical condition in front of him, was suddenly startled after his eyes swept over the ceiling again.

Amazing changes emerge!

"It's ......"

He saw the clouds rolling violently, as if some huge object was trying to break through the fog, and the murmurs were accompanied by some strange ticking sound, which gradually sounded.

Wang Xuemin has never heard this kind of ticking sound, just like the sound of the gears of a carriage turning, the strange world is an ancient world, and there is no such thing as a clock.

But what frightened him was that after hearing this ticking sound, a pattern of a silver-white mysterious object appeared in his mind, and he only glanced at it, and he understood that this thing was called a clock!

The next moment, before I had time to think about what was going on, I saw the sky above my head. Miserable white faces rolled out of the dark clouds, these faces were extremely hideous, some had blood and tears, some were distorted, and some had a pair of bulging eyes, looking at him viciously, and there was a clear and visible viciousness in those eyes.

And it can be seen that behind them, there is a huge skull, and inside the hollow of the skull, there is also a silver-white clock ticking.

And at the same time, he felt a pair of cold claws, and before he slowly touched his chest, he could feel a strange creature, standing beside him, and that cold breath, cold and piercing, rushed to his face.

It's gloomy, ominous, and has a disgusting fishy smell.

Extreme distortion, chaos, darkness.

The claw was touching his heart, and his heart began to beat violently.

It was a very unsettling feeling.

"Can't be caught!"

"If you get caught, you're going to die!"

Wang Xuemin's eyes glared angrily, desperately trying to twist his body.

"Move me!"

However, to no avail.

Can't move at all.

He felt a sharp pain in his heart, those cold claws were tearing at his chest, and he could even feel the gurgling blood coming out of his chest.

"No!"

With an angry roar in his heart, the body that had not moved, as if because of mood swings, suddenly grabbed the claw on his chest with his left hand.

A slippery and greasy feeling, with a hint of coldness, as if grasping a frozen chicken paw, came from the left hand.

Ignoring it, under the trend of severe pain in his chest, Ma Jiong used his only movable left hand to slam the claw he cried.

Card it!

It seems that some part of the claw has been torn off by him.

"Whew!!!!"

A terrible scream made Wang Xuemin's eyes go black and he fainted.

Time begins to pass little by little. I don't know how long it took, Wang Xuemin gradually became conscious.

It's still in my own room, but there is no weird phenomenon.

The clouds, the claws, the skulls, all vanished.

Everything is back to normal.

The darkness and so on all around have disappeared, and the morning sunlight is seeping in little by little through the cracks in the doors and windows.

The sun was warm, but it couldn't take away the coldness on his body.

Tick, tick

I don't know when, Wang Xuemin, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, heard a strange ticking sound again.

Is that the clock?

Where did it come from?

Stunned, Wang Xuemin looked around and finally set his eyes on himself.

Seem......

He got up from his bed and stood in front of the great bronze mirror, in which his slightly pale, bloodless face was reflected.

Gritting his teeth, Wang Xuemin touched his chest with one hand, and after only a second or two, he saw cold sweat flowing down his forehead uncontrollably.

After pondering for a while, he finally mustered up his courage, and Wang Xuemin tore off the clothes covering his chest little by little.

The scene under the clothes was exposed.

In an instant, his face turned pale, and the last bit of blood disappeared without a trace.

There was a clock in place of his heart, embedded in the flesh and blood, surrounded by exposed blood vessels, which had completely merged with his body.

Countless bloods, flowing through the clock, rushed to all the flesh and bones of his body.

- My name is Haotian

- Sacrifice to me, chanting the name of God

- Swear by this, violator, die!

In the dark, in the clock, there seemed to be a sound ringing.

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