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Bandaging the wound briefly, Sikong walked over to Shangliang's corpse.

Sikong's mood is very calm, that is, there is no so-called perverted murderous pleasure, and there is no fear and self-blame after killing.

As if this was the case, either he lived or he died.

Killing requires life, and cutting grass requires roots!

This is Sikong's character, even though Kamira is a two-dimensional cultivator.

Under the gaze of Shangliang's dead gray eyes, Sikong rubbed for a while.

A moment later, an embroidered handkerchief embroidered with a poisonous wolf, a star card, and a withered biological seed fell into Sikong's hands.

Sikong frowned, feeling the touch of the embroidered handkerchief, dense and slippery, light as nothing to the touch, it seemed to be a natural silk weave, not a synthetic fiber.

After turning over and over for a long time, Sikong didn't find the mystery of this embroidered handkerchief, but the white poisonous wolf on the embroidered handkerchief was particularly divine and lifelike, as if he was about to jump off the embroidered handkerchief.

In the spirit of having better than nothing, Sikong put away the embroidered handkerchief and looked at the biological seed.

"It's a pity, the biological armor uses the host's life as the source, and once the host dies, the biological seeds will also wither."

With a slight force, the seeds in his hand crumbled into powder and slid down from his fingers.

Sikong shook his head, and inquired into the information database and learned that even the most inferior biological armor was officially sold for 50,000 yuan.

And the effect of the biological armor is also good, it can be used as a biological weapon, and it can also be turned into vine armor as a means to defend against the enemy.

Even to a certain extent, thorns can grow and seal the wound.

And there is also a kind of attribute armor, which has some special abilities, just like the sprinkling bean heavenly soldiers in the world of cultivating immortals, with wonderful magical powers, which can pull mountains and rivers and slash the evil river.

Of course, this kind of attribute armor starts with millions of purple micro coins, and there is no cap.

Sikong did not dare to hope for extravagance.

In the end, only this star card remains.

The front of the star card is hot gold, and the reverse side is pitch black, with a few points of starlight on it, which concisely depicts the appearance of the starry sky.

This is an anonymous star card that recognizes the card but does not recognize the person.

After accessing the Second World Information Database and checking the amount in the card, Sikong fell silent.

Then, a hearty laugh came out, and Sikong slapped his legs and laughed, unconcealing the joy in his heart.

It's just because, Kari, there are actually 100,000 purple micro coins!

Sure enough, killing people and setting fire to the gold belt, the first to make a fortune!

Sikong is just the first time to make a fortune from the dead, and he has gained a lot.

Suddenly, the 100,000 purple micro coins solved Sikong's urgent need, and his waist bag instantly bulged again, and some plans could also be put on the itinerary.

Sikong was in a good mood, and even the pain in his chest was a little lighter.

Looking at Shangliang, who was dead and dead, Sikong shook his head, but he still took some time to dig a pit and bury Shangliang in it, so that his body would not be devoured by wild dogs, tigers and wolves.

One last look at the bushes, Sikong quickly left, disappearing into the night.

…………

The fourth gathering star, Xiling City.

After four o'clock in the morning, there are vague early risers, and occasionally a speeding car whizzes by, or needs to rush to other planets, or have to run for life.

Civilization is strong, but it does not mean that it is enjoying its success.

A figure walked through the bleak night, turned left and west, walked through a gentle slope, and entered an 'automatic healing city'.

Swiping cards, undressing.

Under the shadowless light, Sikong watched as the mechanical arm in front of him injected a light blue 'liquid' into his body.

Then, countless nano healers shuttled through the blood of Sikong, and through the blood flow, they were transfused to every corner of the body.

The hideous and terrifying wound on the chest heals, scars, falls off at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then smooths like the skin of a baby.

In addition, because he sat on the desolate star for half a year and suffered from the fire poison and yin wind, the dark wounds left behind have also improved, and the centipede-like scars on his back, lower abdomen, and thighs have also been smoothed out.

Standing up, Sikong took a deep breath, only to feel that the breath flowed in every corner of his body, his mind was clear, his limbs were flexible, and he was even more open-minded.

Then, Sikong spit out the stasis and turned it into a wave of qi, which made the portal of the automatic healing city rattle.

Sikong has never felt so relaxed, except for the genetic chain injury, his body has recovered to its peak.

Of course, the effect is amazing, and so is the cost.

In just a few minutes, it cost five thousand yuan of purple micro coins.

Even, under the robotic arm, there is a screen.

Once Sikong lights up the screen, he will be transferred to medical masters and human body experts who are far away from several star fields for him, and a set of treatment and health care plans will be tailored for Sikong.

With Sikong's current bank balance, it is estimated that he can only make a splash, and he can't even splash a wave.

After all, the inhabitants of the empire generally have a high level of human quality, almost everyone cultivates, and the natural common cold and wind chill only exist in extremely remote and impoverished galaxies.

Therefore, if you are not sick or injured, you will be sick, and if you are sick or injured, it will inevitably be serious.

Therefore, even in the imperial civilization, the cost of medical care is generally high.

And for a 'black man' like Sikong, slaughtering is even more ruthless.

Out of the automatic medical city, surprisingly, Sikong did not return, but connected to the city map of Xiling City, and after a search, he stayed in one place.

Sikong moved forward at a high speed in the dark night, and he was all well injured and cultivated, otherwise he would have lost half his life in this night of fighting and rushing.

In the distance, a strange-shaped mountain appeared, and even in the night, it could not block the faint cold light.

Picking up a gear studded with dirt at his feet, Sikong looked at the mechanical grave in front of him, and suddenly smiled: "Small and medium-sized machinery scrap factory? ”

"Who is it?!"

Suddenly, a dazzling bright light tore through the darkness and shone unscrupulously on Sikong's face.

Sikong blocked the strong light with his hands, squinted his eyes, looked at the night watchman in front of him, and grinned: "Brother, the hydraulic door of my house is broken, and there are missing parts, so I want to look for ...... inside."

The night watchman looked at Sikong suspiciously, but saw that Sikong's hands were full of dirt, and the simple clothes were even more tattered because of the battle, not much better than a beggar.

This is a mechanical grave, and from time to time there are thrifty or poor people who come to Taobao in order to save so much money on parts.

Night watchmen are commonplace, and they do not rigidly follow the rules and regulations, and often turn a blind eye.

The night watchman dispelled his suspicions a little, looked at the time, and then shook Sikong's face with a strong light: "Hurry up, someone will come to deal with these mechanical garbage today, you are quick with your hands and feet." ”

"Good good ......"

Sikong nodded one after another, and after thanking him repeatedly, he rushed into the door.

As far as the eye can see, there are all dilapidated mechanical graves, gears, parts, shafts, and engines scattered all over the place, as well as the wreckage of flying cars, energy meters, and star suits.

At this time, Sikong's eyes lit up, and he rubbed his hands excitedly, looking at these cold, and dead machines, as if looking at a stunning beauty.

"There are so many things, you can think of it as a good tinker......"