And just when Sikong thought that it was the sword and the frost ghost asking for his life, there was a sudden movement in his arms, and a talisman suddenly shot out and floated in front of Sikong. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The talisman is engraved on one side, and the other side is dead, and at this moment, the dead side gives birth to a faint treacherous and eerie aura, shining on the black shadow that rushes towards it.

'Huh......'

Several air currents were generated on the flat ground, rolling around the room, blowing the experimental table and the landing platform with a clang, and then the black smoke seemed to be a frame by frame of images, appearing and disappearing from time to time.

Then Sikong seemed to hear a terrible scream of unwillingness and resentment, and the black shadow swished into the Morning Life and Twilight Death Talisman.

'Smack! ’

The Morning Life and Twilight Death Talisman fell to the ground in an instant, and the long hanging tassel was placed on the rune, scattered, and a little messy.

The treacherous and eerie aura is gone, just like an ordinary talisman.

Sikong was shocked in his heart, picked up the life and twilight death talisman, spread his hands and looked at it, and saw that the side of the rubbing of the dead word was no longer as stiff as the party, but more agile, and the dead word was also lifelike, as if there was a living one in this handwriting...... Ghost.

"Morning life and twilight death charms, formation control envoys, T-shaped envoys. Harness, harness, ......"

Sikong looked at the hanging tassel of the morning life and twilight death talisman, the string of small characters with a fly's head, and realized.

"Mo Fei, anyone who is killed by me can be ingested by the Morning Life and Twilight Death Talisman, and then ...... Control? ”

Sikong Fu rubbed the dead word like a soul, and a wisp of spirit flowed through, and then a faint black light emanated from the various outlines of the dead word.

The light is like the sparkling waves in the night, flashing and flashing just like the crystal of glass.

The light is not big, not thick, but it is so unique that it travels at a unique frequency.

Then, a black smoke that could barely make out the silhouette of a human figure projected out of the Morning Life and Twilight Death Talisman.

The black shadow seemed to be a little confused, floating in the air in a daze, and did not move for a long time.

Sikong looked at this strange scene, did not interfere, and waited for the development of the situation.

After a while, Black Smoke noticed the experimental table not far away, and suddenly, the illusory figure seemed to be condensed, and he could faintly see a faint paranoid heat in those eyes.

Seeing this, Sikong faintly understood something.

But I saw the black smoke drifting towards the experimental table, completely instinctively, the back of the illusory palm grasped the test tube, the thumb and index finger were pincer-shaped, and the other three fingers were turned back, there was no feminine femininity, more of an artistic beauty.

Turning chemical experiments and beauty into art.

However, the illusory palm went straight through the test tube, and the black smoke fished back, seeing that the test tube was nothing, and passed through it again.

As if he was far from comprehending this phenomenon with his black smoke mind, he hovered in confusion in front of the experimental table, and after a moment, continued to grasp the test tube.

Then, go through it again, and grab it again......

Sikong nodded, probably knowing the reason.

It is said that ghosts are transformed by thoughts, and thoughts are born from demons.

Those who can form ghost bodies after death are not born to suffer great resentment, and at the moment of death, the mental force field undergoes abnormal changes, and the brain waves that can make the outside world 'remember' grow in large numbers.

The world of cultivating immortals has an explanation of the world of cultivating immortals, and the scientific and technological civilization has the saying of scientific and technological civilization, but they have the same end, and every ghost has an obsession as a support for his stay in the world.

And Jian Zhaoshuang's obsession must have been a chemical experiment that he was obsessed with.

But obsession is just a thought, and there is no systematic knowledge, let alone experience. In other words, the ghost of Jian Zhaoshuang only knows how to do experiments, but he doesn't know how to do them.

Merely......

Sikong looked at the illusory black shadow, especially the eyes that seemed to be burning with phosphorus fire.

In his eyes, there is a kind of spirituality that is different from other ghosts, and it seems that there is an instinct to think.

"Could it be that the ghosts that have been ingested by the Morning Life and Twilight Death Charm still have the possibility of regaining their pre-life consciousness? Or is it because Jian Zhaoshuang can sense the particularity of what others think in their hearts? ”

Sikong shook his head, his lungs hurt hotly, and the opening on his chest seemed to be burning with a red-hot soldering iron, and the skin was open.

"Ahh

Suddenly, two frightened screams, one after the other, pierced Sikong's eardrums, followed by the sound of pots and pans shattering.

Sikong looked up and saw the two old mothers sitting outside the door covered in rice porridge and soup, looking at the house with a frightened face.

Inside, a corpse with half of its head missing; An illusory ghost.

Broken porcelain bowls were everywhere outside the door, and an old woman's hand accidentally pressed against the edge of the sharp shard, cutting a finger-long wound, and blood gushed out.

But she didn't realize it at all, seeing Sikong at this moment, it was as if she had seen a powerful ghost with a blue face and fangs, and she was so frightened that she hit the sieve and trembled.

Seeing this, Sikong had a headache.

Although many places in the small western-style building have been set up in forbidden places, the two of them can only be confined to a few places.

But in the future, this kind of murder and ghost refining will probably not be a few, and there are also some people who are too talkative and inconvenient. Thinking of it, Sikong exhaled: "Let's go......"

The two old mothers kowtowed like pounding garlic as if they had been amnestied, and broke their foreheads, and then they helped each other to get up and retreated with their eyebrows down.

"I won't use it anymore......" a faint voice said.

'Plop! ’

'Plop! ’

When the two of them heard this, their faces were even more frightened, and they hurriedly knelt on the ground and said miserably: "My lord, my lord! Leave us behind, beat us and scold us as much as you want, as long as you don't let us go back to the breeding area! Boom ......"

Sikong frowned, but he also knew what the two of them were thinking.

The environment of this small western-style building is compared with the breeding area, which can be described as a heaven and a place, although the freedom is restricted, but it is no longer subject to the wind and food, sleeping in the open, bullying and humiliation. In addition, if the two of them return to the breeding area like this, maybe because of the experience of dressing as a small boss, they will cause some special 'habits' of Xingkou, and life is better than death.

Wisps of irritability filled Sikong's heart, his snort was subconsciously a little heavier, and Sikong waved his hand impatiently: "Go." ”

"My lord, please ......"

"Let's go!"

Sikong suddenly shouted angrily, his eyes were as fierce as knives, and his snow-white teeth were cold.

The two old mothers were so frightened that the three souls went to the two souls, crawled out of the patio with their limbs together, covered their mouths and wept in a low voice, indescribably desolate.

Sikong closed his eyes and slowed down, suppressing the irritability in his heart.

Want to protect others? He can't protect himself now!

The sharp pain of the wound on his chest did not fade away for a long time, but now it was so red and swollen that pus flowed, making the blood foam a little sticky, mixed with white filaments.

Sikong walked to the laboratory table a little weakly and lifted a silver-cold knife in the foil box.

Wiping, burning, disinfecting, Sikong's hands are steady.

Undressing, cutting meat, sterilizing, bandaging, Sikong's hands are also very steady.

But because of the severe pain, Sikong's lips were bitten by him, his face was so pale that there was no blood, he staggered a few steps, and stood firmly on the experimental table.

"Chemistry, it's a good material for natural poison!"

Sikong looked at the purple-cyan piece of half-rotten flesh on the ground and smiled bitterly.

God knows what chemical agent this sword shine has poured into his outer implanted bones, which is harmless to himself and highly toxic to others.

Sikong now faintly felt that there was a toxin lurking in his body, and he had not been completely cleaned by generously cutting his flesh.

And the strong hallucinogens of the Sword Frost Envoy, under the spiritual domain value of up to 30 points in Sikong, were like a crumbling dog, and it didn't work at all.

Sikong slowly took out a pill, looked at the handwriting of 'Rehmannia Blood Pill' on the medicine skin, and his lips squirmed: "It doesn't matter if you break your teeth and swallow it in your stomach, or if you harbor a bad heart......

Eyes of Origin!