"What's the situation? Is that man going to invade reality along the media of the hatchet? What's this? Time travel?"

A cold wind blew in the dark aisle.

Under Huang Quan's gaze, the young man wearing Republican-style clothes looking at him gradually became solidified from illusion.

Huang Quan could even feel the cold air emitted from the other party's body and a faint smell of corpse stinking.

This made Huang Quan feel very incredible. In his opinion, the medium triggered by the hatchet was just an illusory image left over from the past.

However, the young man in this illusory image now seems to be trying to invade reality along the media of the hatchet.

This made Huang Quan think of the "cut you along the line of cause and effect" and "cut you along the timeline" that often mentioned in novels in previous life.

"Try breaking the hatchet medium."

Huang Quan took back his feet covering the other person's marks, interrupting the hatchet medium, trying to make the scene in front of him disappear.

The next moment, the surrounding scene changed again, and it turned back to the scene before the Huangquan triggered the Hats Media.

The brand new Central European style door has once again turned into a dilapidated appearance, and a lot of paint on the door has also fallen.

Although the scene recovered, the young man who appeared in the medium was still standing straight and staring at the underworld.

It did not disappear because the media was interrupted by Huangquan. His body gave people an unreal and illusory feeling, standing in the aisle strangely.

"This is OK? Did the invasion really succeed?" Huang Quan's eyes were filled with an incredible look.

The young man in the media did not disappear, but remained the same, and really successfully invaded into reality.

"No, it shouldn't have completely invaded into reality, but only half of it invaded, and his body was not real."

Huangquan soon discovered something wrong.

"The man's body is still between illusion and entity, and it appears black and white, which is incompatible with the colorful real world."

"What's wrong. There was a look of thinking in the eyes of the young man before, but now the man's eyes are very dull."

Huang Quan did not attack the young man immediately, but observed it carefully.

He found that the young man's eyes were dull, his face was stiff, and he had no expression at all, like a corpse without wisdom.

"This young man should have been a ghost-controlling man during the Republic of China, but it is not the young man who invades the reality now."

"But... the ghost in his body!"

Huang Quan's eyes flashed, and the result was beyond his expectations. The hatchet media that he accidentally triggered invaded into reality.

But Huang Quan was not panicked. He just didn't understand this method of invasion. In his opinion, this method was undoubtedly like time travel.

"From the Republic of China period, the ghosts who traveled through time to the present..."

Huang Quan's eyes lit up. He seemed to think of something and said to himself: "Does that mean I can also invade and go back and go over?"

"This ability is even more terrifying than restarting. Restarting is just restarting its own state or time in some areas."

"And this ability is like traveling through time. Can I go back to today tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow..."

“What happens when I am in the same time period for countless different time periods?”

Huang Quan couldn't imagine it? If he could really do this? Then he would be invincible in the true sense.

A ghost will not die, and it means there will be countless tomorrows.

When countless numbers of Huangquan are at the same time? It means that countless real ghost messengers are at the same time? It is not the ghost messenger.

Every Huangquan has immortality and will not be detained? There are more than a dozen, dozens? Even hundreds of places to suppress evil spirits.

Who can compete with countless complete ghosts at the same time?!

"Even if I'm in the past? Or if I really come to this period of time, I will not disappear or die, because I am a ghost, and ghosts will not die!"

Of course? Huang Quan knows it? This situation is just for him to think about it himself, and it is almost impossible for such a thing to happen.

"Now, I want to see how terrifying this ghost that can invade from the past to reality will be."

Looking at the man standing in place without moving? Huang Quan took a step forward and stepped on the position he had stepped on before.

The medium of hatchet?                                                            

Huang Quan kept moving, holding up the hatchet in his hand? Waving it in the air at the man not far away.

To outsiders, this knife looks like a slaughter of the air.

However, a scene that was not understood happened? In the aisle? A wound appeared on the neck of the man who was standing still.

Then………

zshan City, Changyu County.

"ah!"

In a strange shop, a middle-aged man looked at the headless body sitting on a chair with a terrified face.

"Mr. Su... is he dead... dead?"

Just now, a wound appeared on Mr. Su's neck for no reason, and then his entire head fell from his neck.

Bright red blood was spraying everywhere, and on the ground at the feet of the headless corpse, there was the head of an ordinary young man.

"Ghost...Ghost!"

The middle-aged man who was kneeling on the ground was frightened by this scene and quickly stood up, took two steps at once, and ran out without looking back.

After the man ran out, the shop door automatically closed with a slam, as if it was closed by an invisible force.

"Si~Si~"

The lights in the house seemed to have poor contact, and seemed to be disturbed by unknown forces, and began to flash.

It made the already dim room look even more gloomy and terrifying.

Plus the headless corpses on the chair, the blood everywhere, and the heads on the ground.

If ordinary people see this scene, they will be afraid that their feet will be weak and tremble.

A "creak" sound.

Sitting on the chair, the headless corpse belonging to Mr. Su was moved.

He slowly bent down, stretched out his hand, and grabbed the heads on the ground.

Soon, Mr. Su grabbed his head, then put his head back on his neck, and straightened it.

An incredible scene appeared.

The time in the room seemed to be flowing against the current, and the blood sprayed all over the ground began to flow against Mr. Su's neck.

The wound on Mr. Su's head and neck was gradually disappearing.

Soon, Mr. Su returned to normal, and the lights in the room returned to normal and stopped flashing.

"The cursive ability of that hotel, the rusty hatchet." Mr. Su frowned and said to himself.

Mr. Su looked in a certain direction in the city.

Then, a light flashed in the slightly dim room, and Mr. Su's figure disappeared directly from the spot.
Chapter completed!