"Strange, why is it useless to even 'Ding Shangqiu Dialysis Crystallization Method', this is an evil universal way to get rid of it, it doesn't make sense, it's strange......"

As soon as he came downstairs, Sikong saw Jian Zhaoshuang standing in front of the table, his brows furrowed, and his mouth kept babbling. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

In front of him, there was the stump on the table, and around the stump, there were finger-thick, portable chemical reagents.

Jian Zhaoshuang hand with pure white semi-solid resin gloves, the raw material of the gloves is taken from a parasitic grass in the cosmic forest, no other role, but the flexibility is excellent, and it can isolate the erosion of most chemical agents, this kind of gloves have also become the standard for chemical experiments.

In front of his left eye, there is a microscopic analysis mirror floating in front of him, his eyes flashing with concentration, and his face is serious, like a Frankenstein.

'Ding-dong ......'

Jian Zhaoshuang's finger tapped the potion bottle, and he saw that the elixir accurate to one hundredth of an ounce was ingested into the straw of the resin glove, and the potion was violet, brilliant but deep, just like Jian Zhaoshuang at this moment.

Even the horror of the dried corpse not long ago was forgotten by him, and at this moment Jian Zhaoshuang put his nose to the surface of the stump, sniffing carefully, and analyzing the composition of this evil nature as much as possible.

Focus can be excellent, in fact, to a certain extent, he and Sikong and Gu Buddha are the same kind of people.

A latent psychopath.

Seeing the appearance of the sword according to the frost, Sikong nodded secretly, and the heart that had been hanging was slightly lowered.

"Wrong! Wrong! It's all wrong! It shouldn't be like this, it's amazing, it's great! I'm ......."

Sword Zhaoshuang was like a falling demon barrier, his face was red with excitement, and at this moment, he directly took off his resin gloves and fell to the floor, holding up his stump limbs, and his eyes were jumping with raging flames.

"I had to analyze its molecular sequencing structure! Gotta figure it out! Tools, yes, tools, I need tools! ”

Jian Zhaoshuang suddenly saw Sikong, his eyes revealed wisps of extreme madness, his lips opened and closed, and he was about to use Sikong as an assistant and give a loud order, but Fang saw Sikong's smiling face.

Suddenly, like a bucket of ice water poured on his head, he returned to reality.

"Ahem, what's that, oh, Boss Sikong, there's something wrong with this evil nature, I have to bring the full set of tools I put in the nest before I can carry out the next experiment......"

The sword shines on Ai Ai during the frost period, and a hint of cunning flashes in her lowered eyes.

"Oh, then I'll go for you. The sixth block of the street is down, near the bucket room of the washing cave, right? ”

"Huh?"

Jian Zhaoshuang looked up in shock, and saw that Sikong's eyes were full of amusement, and he saw deeply, and he was even more indifferent like a knife.

Jian Zhaoshuang shuddered and nodded one after another: "Yes, yes, that's it." Sikong Boss is really considerate of his subordinates, and even stepped on our nest ......"

'Why do these eyes look so terrible, contact lenses?' It's not like ah, is it a mutation? ’

Sikong ignored the words in Jian Zhaoshuang's words and strode out of the room.

Walking to the door, Sikong seemed to remember something, and a virtual screen appeared in the air.

'Ding Ding Ding ......'

With a flick of a finger, the program activates, and the smart butler sets Jian Zhaoshuang as 'a private property that does not have the right to enter and exit freely'.

Out of the patio, the air was a little damp, and a fog cover was faintly formed, and the viscous and thick flutter on the body made people very uncomfortable.

Sikong frowned, a little uneasy for no reason, and the cold hairs stood up, creepy.

Sikong glanced around the street, and the desolation and dilapidation were still there.

Under the cramped streets, you can occasionally see a corner of the bricks with a metallic sheen, filling the gaps between the bricks with a layer of organic slime that has fallen into disrepair and has peeled off.

Rooms with blue tiles and white walls swayed quietly on both sides of the street.

The garbage discarded at will, exuding a strange smell, is extremely familiar at this moment.

The East Kowloon District is still the poor and twilight East Kowloon District, but it's just ...... It's too quiet.

It was so quiet that he could even hear his own breathing being a little rapid.

Secretly in his heart, he walked quietly down the street.

'Click, click......'

The leather ankle pads fell to the ground, rubbing a somewhat harsh sound, Sikong carefully avoided a white cloth hanging on the wall, like a mourning mourner, on the white cloth, there was a certain man who wiped the wound at will, and coagulated blood traces.

When the situation is calm, I have to put this East Kowloon District in order, what is this like! ’

Sikong was annoyed that although he could live like a rat in the sewers, he didn't mind enjoying the comfort of the environment if he could.

After all, he didn't live to be humble.

The East Kowloon District is not big, and the streets of 100 meters are all of the East Kowloon District.

At the end of the street is a small pier with branches of an underground river.

It's just that this dock has been abandoned for many years, and it is covered with dust, and several ships at anchor have fallen into the mud, and the bottom of the keel has rust.

The dock has become a place of shady trading, the perfect place to dump the dead and disappear.

"Hey, it's Sikong Boss! Smoke no, this is a good old tea cigar, come with one? ”

Jian Zhaoshuang's fighting room was close at hand, but Sikong heard a somewhat familiar voice coming from the deep alley.

"No, I don't smoke."

Sikong subconsciously replied, turned his head to look, and saw a thin man with a disheveled head, with staggering steps and a strange smile on his face, poking out a hand from the deep alley.

And this person is actually a jackal!

The so-called ancient tea cigar in his hand is a thigh that is still dripping with blood and has been gnawed!

Sikong's scalp suddenly exploded, his toes stepped on the ground, and he instinctively walked out with shame, and immediately retreated!

"Boss Sikong, why are you leaving? Are you scared? Do you know, I'm really in pain, my intestines, my liver have been eaten by it, please give it back to me, please......"

The jackal's body writhed abnormally and staggered out of the deep alley.

At this time, I saw that only the white bones of his lower body were left, the ankle bones were broken vertically, the knees went up, and the chest on the pelvis was even more empty, without any visceral tissue.

The horror is like a zombie coming out of the cage!

Even Sikong was shocked by the scene in front of him, and he was a little panicked.

Isn't the jackal dead, how can it crawl out again?

'Could it be...... Ghost?! ’

Recalling the history of those townships and counties in his hometown, he recorded some appalling past stories, and he suspected that they were done by ghosts.

His cheap master, who had only met a few times, went down the mountain many times to eliminate demons and kill demons and ghosts.

There is a way that horror is not in itself, but in the unpredictable mystery.

At this moment, Sikong figured out the joint, his mind quickly calmed down, and he valued the jackal that was walking slowly, Sikong smiled coldly: "You are not my opponent when you are alive, since you have become a ghost, then let you die again!" ”

Sikong clenched his fists, his whole body was surging with qi and blood, and the muscles and bones and epithelial membranes vibrated at a high frequency, and the waves gradually spread in Sikong Zhen's Dao.

His eyes were full of light, and he sank into the dantian, and he lifted it on his tendons, and when he saw the jackal approaching, he didn't care if he was a ghost or a human, and a punch hit him on the head.

'Bump! ’

The jackal's head suddenly collapsed, and it was thrown high, and its skeleton trembled and fell to the ground.

Looking at the jackal who was struggling to get up, Sikong sneered disdainfully: "What if you get up, it's just one more punch——! ”

Suddenly, Sikong's words came to an abrupt end, his eyes widened, and his face became even more pale.

Without hesitation, Sikong fled with a girl, and the dust was billowing up.