The Aili cemetery is very large, and Zhao Qian walks through the tombstones.

It was much bigger than he had imagined, at least not like the desolation of some barren mountains and mounds in the Celestial Empire.

Centuries of the city's poor local and foreign bodies are buried here. Beneath this fertile soil, it turned into white bones.

"Hey, you two, be careful."

Frankstein looked at the slightly clumsy movements of the two men in front of him with a slight frown, and he always felt that this would destroy the experimental material buried underneath. It was a rare material, not only with intact limbs, but also with a strong man.

The two humanoid creatures digging there didn't stop their movements, in fact, they could only understand a few simple commands.

The small kerosene lamp in his hand swayed with the cold wind, and occasionally a few unknown strange cries could be heard.

These have long since scared him. From the fear and guilt of doing this kind of thing for the first time, I feel familiar with the road now, and full of desire for success.

The lamp was blown out after a gust of wind, and Frankstein looked at the only light element in his hand with some frowns. I guess I forgot to add kerosene in the morning.

The two people who were still digging hard next to them suddenly stopped what they were doing, they didn't speak, they couldn't speak, they just looked quietly in the direction of the dense tombstone forest not far away, as if something attracted them.

"Hey, you guys, this is ......"

He suddenly thought of a hint that his teacher had once given. These guys can see things that ordinary people can't see.

There are others.

It was seen by someone else.

For a moment, it was as if he saw the inquisition's burn at the stake, burning in his eyes.

Zhao Qian stood on a rectangular tombstone, staring at the only light source in the entire cemetery not far away. He just watched quietly, and the gang was stealing corpses, and he could almost see it at a glance. A large hand-woven bag in the 19th century, two strong men who are immersed in hard work.

But that's not what attracts him.

Because he saw something he was interested in, like the luster of metal reflected by two strong men in the moonlight.

The lights went out.

"Kill him."

Frankstein said to the two men beside him. He glanced at the guy who was approaching little by little not far away, and he was completely disinterested.

He had seen his teacher do this kind of thing more than once. Although it was the first time for me.

One more corpse. He thought with a yawn.

It's also a lazy way to dig up one less body and call it a day and go to bed early.

"Bang!"

A gunshot rang out in the quiet cemetery, and under the still bright moonlight, the left-wheel-pistol in Zhao Qian's hand shone with silver light. Near and far, the jackdaws that inhabit this place are startled and let out inexplicable screams in the sky.

But it didn't seem to work, and he was sure to hit one of the opposite ones. But after a slight pause, there was no follow-up. The bullet in his chest seemed to be harmless. He even heard a faint sound of metal crashing.

There is no hint of recognition (recognition can only obtain the opponent's information after the battle, and insight is to directly obtain the opponent's information.) It seems that I can only try it myself.

"Bang!"

He fired another shot and hit one of the guys in the forehead, sending out a little spark in the dark night, but it didn't seem to work.

Very stiff movements.

His footsteps kept moving, observing the path of the two people opposite. It's like a robot made by some black technology.

Taking a few more steps back, his heel resting on someone's tombstone, Zhao Qian began to move.

The guy who controls these two people doesn't know where they're hiding for a long time, but these two things in front of them have weaknesses after all.

After taking two steps forward, the shovel in the hands of the two of them swung down, which also made him see the whole picture of these two things more clearly.

Two people, two artificial people, two half-mechanical and half-human artificial humans.

The dazzling gears are turning in a few places on their bodies that are difficult for human skin to wrap, so that those who really understand will cry out that it is unscientific.

What is this?

Zhao Qian frowned and looked at the two monsters in front of him, dodging the two attacks that seemed unskillful to him. There is an illusion that a mouse has no way to pull a turtle.

Joint.

This is something that he only understood after reading it for a long time. These guys are relying on gears to keep their muscles or joints moving.

"Bang! Bang! ”

Two more shots were fired, and the smell of gunpowder permeated Zhao Qian's body.

He didn't aim for the other side's common human vulneries. He aimed both shots at the crack of an exposed pinion in the opponent's right hand. The first shot was empty, hitting the arms of the two monsters on the opposite side, and the second shot barely achieved its goal.

The bullet was stuck in a position that was not what Zhao Qian was aiming at at the beginning, but it was not bad.

One of the cyborgs held its hand high above its head, and that hand didn't move, as if posing for some kind of performance art.

On top of that, he still holds the shovel in his hand, which usually requires two hands to unfold.

He fired two shots at the other one, but without success.

This marksmanship is completely a gamble on luck.

He smiled wryly, put the gun away, and rushed head-on. Flying a kite again, wasting bullets, and maybe not attracting more enemies by delaying time.

He went up directly and kicked one of them back, snatching the shovel from the other hand.

The other party is not as strong as he imagined, but he just subconsciously thinks it.

Grass, frightened by itself.

I thought it was an iron lump, so I saw it rise with strength. Now what is this, embroidered pillow a pack of grass?

A shovel slashed diagonally at the neck of the one who didn't have a shovel. He was half a beat slower than he could even reach out to block.

Separation of human heads. It's just that the shovel also has a few more gaps.

The guy with his head cut off stopped moving instantly, and his body fell like a dead man.

Zhao Qian stared coldly at the other one.

In my ears was the sound of the footsteps of someone fleeing.

Quick.