More than 20 people walked out of the patio one after another with complicated feelings, but they heard a voice that was not salty and indifferent: "Wait a minute......"

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"Lift that corpse out and put it in my eyes!"

"Yes yes yes ......"

Several people nodded their heads and lifted the grimace corpse lying on the ground with only a small amount of blood on its chest.

Seeing the dead gray, with eyes of deep consternation and despair, these people shuddered, quickly turned their heads away, and hurried out of the patio.

But Sikong keenly sensed that there were a few wisps of resentment coming from this patio.

Sikong frowned, his gaze swept over the faces of several people, and he sneered in his heart, but he did not speak.

'Woo-'

The revolving stone gate closed slowly, the carved iron was a little old, and the corners were broken at the edges, and there was even one piece missing.

'Bump! ’

The gate closed, and the entire patio suddenly fell into silence, and the security butler system was automatically activated, giving birth to a circular enchantment, three meters above the fence and two meters below the ground, still flashing faintly light.

Time is like water, and it passes.

The light source of several suspended artificial light sources in the air gradually dimmed, casting wisps of miserable white luminescence, causing the tall floors in other areas in the distance to gradually disappear into darkness.

The white glow knocked at the door, draped over Sikong's pale face.

Sikong held the armrest, his face was calm, and he sat on a silver-white Luo hoop chair with all four steady, and his ruddy skin, which was still a little abnormal, became bloodless, pale and dull, like a statue.

"Alas......"

A sigh came out, and Sikong stood up, his temperament was calm and unhurried, and his slow belt was like a clear spring in a mountain stream.

Turning around and pushing the door, Sikong stepped into the small bungalow behind the Luo Circle chair.

'Poof! ’

As soon as the door was closed, Sikong, who had not had time to look at the layout of the room, suddenly knelt on the ground, and a mouthful of blood shot out, and his shining eyes were instantly distracted, like candlelight flickering, extremely weak.

The blood splashed on the ground was even more black and purple, and as soon as it landed, it was like violent sulfuric acid, and with the piercing 'sizzle' sound, it actually corroded the ground into uneven pits.

Sikong raised his head with a wry smile, and with a trembling right hand, he pulled up the sleeve of his left hand.

I saw that it was like a dead corpse, without a little water!

Through the night light shining through the window, you can dimly see that Sikong's upper arm muscles are shriveled and shrunk into strips, showing a terrifying purple and cyan color, and the thin skin has become a grimace, full of depressed ravines.

The whole little arm, like charred charcoal, has just been dug out of the fire, with a thick pungent smell.

At the junction of the forearm, wrist and elbow, the tissue is a very normal bronze color, and there is nothing unusual.

In this way, it makes the forearm particularly mad.

"I didn't expect this blood of Christ to leave the second world, and it would be so evil!"

Sikong propped up the floor and slowly stood up, and saw that the whole room suddenly brightened, with soft light falling from the ceiling, and wisps of fragrance wafting from the purifier embedded in the beams.

By the light, the whole room came into view.

The room is not big, up and down two floors.

The layout of the floor is simple and neat, but it is distinct, with an ugly, bulky second world access device on one side, lined with colorful buses, some of which are wrapped in insulating tape.

On the other side was a square table, a mess, scattered with fine scraps of paper scattered all over the floor, showing that the previous owner of the house had gone in a panic.

In the depths of the room, a quaint landing platform.

The style is full of ancient charm, carved with Chiba rosewood, and there are complex inscriptions engraved on the surface, not the handwriting of the imperial civilization, judging from the immortal strokes, it should be from the world of cultivating immortals.

The landing platform is empty, there is nothing else on the two holders, the surface of the support is slightly brighter than other parts, and the inscription is relatively clear.

Next to the landing platform, there is a vertical elevator.

Sikong looked at the upper floor, which should be the bedroom.

After inspecting the room in general and determining that there was no surveillance, Sikong noticed a sudden sharp swelling pain in his already dry left arm.

Looking down, I faintly saw that deep in the shriveled muscles, there was a strange golden yellow.

There was also a faint evil aura coming out from the depths of the arm, and when it spread to other parts, it was suppressed by a special force.

It's just that with the passage of time, this special force is gradually weakening, and at this rate, it can be suppressed for another three days at most.

"Three days? I must strip the Blood of Christ from me as soon as possible! If the evil spirit is not eliminated for a day, this precious blood of Christ is a curse or a blessing! ”

Sikong frowned, in the all-real competition, although he used the magic of Christ's blood to make his injuries better by about fifty or sixty percent, he also sensed the horror of the evil nature.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he left the second world, the evil nature in the blood of Christ gradually broke out, and he actually wanted to use him as nourishment and suck his life.

However, fortunately, the organizers of the competition set up procedures in advance, and the stress suppressed the Blood of Christ for Sikong, giving him time to deal with it.

Otherwise, he would have died at the hands of the Blood of Christ before he had been framed by Grimace as a vegetative person.

"Paladin Set, World Fetal ......"

Then, Sikong looked at the 'lines' wrapped around his fingers, almost colorless, still curled and stretched.

The lines have no thickness or width, and they seem to be only composed of overlapping one-dimensional points, but Sikong clearly feels the coldness of the lines and the lubrication like satin.

The lines swim like a snake between Sikong's fingers, and the value of Sikong's spiritual domain moves, and a section of the line is tense, completely integrated into the surrounding environment, and the light shines without the slightest reflection.

Sikong's eyes froze, and this taut line appeared in front of Sikong's forehead in an instant, making people have no doubt that it could easily penetrate Sikong's brain.

It's like not so long ago, silently passing through the heart of Grimace.

"Completely overcome air resistance, without any energy consumption! No, it's not ......"

Sikong turned his head and shook his head: "As long as it is a three-dimensional thing, with speed, there must be resistance and energy consumption. ...... put it this way."

Sikong looked at the line in front of his forehead, and there was some more strange brilliance in his eyes-

"This so-called fetal membrane of the world should be a product of other dimensional spaces. The reason why there is no spatial resistance is because it appears in the path in front of my forehead, turning through other dimensions, which is equivalent to walking on an overpass, eliminating the useless distance between two points! ”

The fire in Sikong's eyes became more and more intense, like a gluttonous guest who had been on an empty stomach for thousands of years, and once he saw the fragrant Manchu and Han people, his eyes were full of greed, and he wanted to fully understand the nature of the fetal membranes in this world.

"According to the original origin information, the Templar suit was cast from the World Fetal Membrane, and the World Fetal Membrane has strong plasticity, so does that mean ......?" Sikong muttered.

It's a pity that a strong wave of vertigo pulls him back to reality.

Sikong's footsteps were weak, and he almost stumbled and fell to the ground, his head full of black stars flickering, and he couldn't see clearly in the fog.

"The top priority is to heal!" Sikong smiled wryly.