Several rats rushed past Sikong's feet in a panic, Sikong raised his eyebrows, squatted, and pulled out an anti-gravity suit. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Although there are holes and rats gnawing them, Sikong is like stroking a lover, rubbing against gravity, and between his fingers, there is a familiar touch.

This model of anti-gravity suit was phased out three hundred years ago.

Because its anti-gravity coefficient is too large, in addition to serious energy consumption, there is an error of plus or minus half a standard gravity.

Such errors are sometimes fatal.

But it was this model of anti-gravity suit that allowed Sikong to survive on Du Hengxing, and it became one of the most important means for him to turn the tables.

Therefore, Sikong sometimes prefers to believe in cold machinery rather than wishful thinking in the hearts of warm people.

Inspecting the core of the anti-gravity suit, Sikong found that its core was almost completely destroyed, except for a dusty mica sheet that still maintained its characteristic luster.

With a sigh, Sikong got up and placed the mica sheet on his chest.

In front of Sikong's chest, there is a miniature assembled gravity device that doubles its gravity.

This kind of gravity device is extremely simple to assemble, and it is in the same vein as the anti-gravity suit.

After all, the imperial civilization has long entered the Star Sea Age, and almost every household will have an anti-gravity suit, so as not to go to other planets and cause harm to the body due to different gravity.

Observation is practice, and life is the realm.

It was this common gadget that saved Sikong's life just now, causing his heart to move a few millimeters down to avoid the bad luck of being pierced.

Sikong seemed to have become a scavenger picking up and down the scraps, climbing up and down in the mechanical grave, scurrying around, making a big face, his face was full of lube and dust,

He would be frustrated by the complete destruction of an extremely precious piece of machinery, and he would let out a childlike laugh at the discovery of a usable part.

Simplicity is the key to focus.

Or maybe he's a different kind of genius.

In the civilization of cultivating immortals in his homeland, his immortal roots were as weak as candles, and his immortal cultivation qualifications were so inferior that he only cultivated to the first level of qi refining in nine years.

When he arrived at the Imperial Civilization and cultivated the Super String Furnace System, his qualifications were much better, and the cultivation speed of the two units, after one year of cultivation, he would reach the first level of one dimension, which was several more powerful than the third order of qi refining.

And for these mechanical creations, assembly and decomposition, Sikong has extraordinary enthusiasm and talent, painstakingly self-taught 'black hole principle' and 'mechanical assembly' for five years, and then harmed the five-dimensional masters, although the element of luck accounts for most of them.

It's like, Xiu Xian buried him.

"Huh?"

Sikong's eyes were sharp, even if the twilight was hazy, he was sensitive to see that under the layers of metal fragments, there was a compass the size of a palm, emitting a purple metallic luster, engraved with strange patterns and totems.

"Compass?"

This magic weapon with a strong immortal cultivation style fell into a pile of mechanical parts without any sense of disobedience at this time.

Pushing aside the overlapping metal fragments, Sikong carefully held up the compass.

Looking closer, Sikong realized that this was not a compass, but a delicate mechanical device.

In the center of the machine, there is a hundred bead bearings, with endogenous spiral patterns, spiraling out, making people subconsciously stay here.

Sikong gently plucked the bearing, and there was a crisp pulley sound, Sikong listened closely, and the pulley sound coincidentally played a pure music.

Like bells and drums, such as pianos, long and quiet.

"Hundred beads and reeling discs?"

Sikong was puzzled, and inquired about the Second World Information Database and learned that the machine in his hand, called Baizhu Coupling Disk, appeared five hundred years ago, and so far, it has almost been lost.

It is only because the assembly and manufacturing of Baizhu coupling disc are extremely complex and the precision is extremely high, even if it is a scientific and technological machine tool, it is difficult to process.

Only those old scholars who have been obsessed with machinery for hundreds of years and have studied all their lives have a very low degree of certainty.

As for the role of the Baizhu Coupling Disc, after Sikong inquired, it was actually ......

Unknown.

An extremely complex and sophisticated instrument, the efficacy is unknown?

"Hundred beads, compass, complex process, unknown ......"

Sikong pecked at the key words repeatedly, but he was still puzzled, flipped the compass over, and then his face froze.

I saw that on the reverse side of the compass, someone deliberately wrote 'ninety-nine' with pen and ink, and this kind of pen and ink is a little dazzling black.

Sikong frowned slightly, feeling that this dye was somewhat familiar, and subconsciously approached to smell it.

"It's blood!"

Sikong's pupils shrank into the tip of a needle, and then he seemed to understand something, Sikong Li sank into the dantian, picked up a metal club, and flattened the pile of mechanical tombs with the routine of the cloaked knife technique.

Then, a plastic woven bag appeared half buried in the earth and half blocked by metal fragments.

On the woven bag, the mottled blood had long since faded, turning from red to black, leaving only a faint, almost imperceptible smell of blood.

Looks like it's been some time.

Sikong cut it with sharp metal, and the woven bag cracked in response, and then, several large and small arms that were slaughtered fell at Sikong's feet, and the bones were craggy and full of gaps, which were obviously smashed by blunt objects.

Sikong breathed a screen and looked into the woven bag.

Then, Sikong frowned and subconsciously looked away.

Although Sikong is not a good person, he is not merciless when he should kill, but he is not a brutal person who kills people like slaughtering dogs, and he still has a bottom line.

But it is obvious that the tragic situation in the woven bag has exceeded the bottom line of Sikong's patience.

The colorful field, the flesh and blood of the internal organs, the amputated thighs and arms, the head was cut into several petals, and the two eyeballs were intact next to the ears.

Without exception, all fractures are caused by blunt objects being cut first and then smashed.

This is a perverted torture.

The deceased, a male, should have been dismembered from the limbs, and felt the whole process of being tortured and killed.

Of course, perhaps he was scared to death in the process.

After Sikong was silent for a moment, he did not call the police and notified the Public Security Bureau; The tragedy was not concealed, and the metal fragments were moved back to their original state.

Instead, the ghost sent a god to take a picture with the pupil membrane of the second world, and then turned around directly, as if he had never seen a broken corpse, and left quickly, clothed in dispersion.

"Gone, did you find any parts?"

It was getting dark, and the night watchman yawned, watched Sikong walk out, and chatted casually.

But unexpectedly, Sikong buried his head, did not say a word, walked indifferently, and disappeared from the eyes of the night watchman with a few flickers.

"What kind of person, this is ......"

The Night's Watch grumbled, and slowly paced into the mechanical grave.

"Ahh

A shrill exclamation pierced the sky and startled the birds.

……

Sitting on the planet's flight, Sikong looked at the fourth gathering star that was gradually moving away, and his eyes changed.

In his arms, in addition to some mechanical parts, there was also the compass.

He spent two hours covering up his whereabouts and footprints, even camouflage, and finally hitched a ride on another city of the Fourth Gathering Star.

He's afraid of trouble.

In other words, he didn't want to get involved in anything about the Central Empire.

If he could, he would like the imperial civilization to collapse and destroy overnight, and the hatred of his family and the country can only be washed away with blood.

But recalling the tragic situation of the broken corpse, he couldn't be hard-hearted and indifferent after all.

So, he chose to be silent.

The fourth gathering star had disappeared from Sikong's gaze, and Sikong fell into a long thought-

"Hundred beads and reels are disced, and the corpses are ......"