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Chapter 125 East Ninth District and Xiaoyang Building

'Crash! '

Suddenly, Sikong, who was lying in the medical cabin, suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were fixed, revealing everything, and he slapped the bottom of the cabin with his right hand, a huge reaction came, and the physiological fluid was splashed everywhere.

Sikong immediately stood up, tapped the ground lightly, and quickly retreated.

Looking at the exhibition, I saw three people.

Scar, Chatterbox, and a strange man.

Seeing that Sikong woke up in time, the man's face sank, disappointment flashed across his eyes, but it was covered up by calmness.

"Ghostface?! What did you put!"

Dao Scar approached menacingly, his eyes stared like copper balls, he flew to Ghost Face in a few steps, and stood between Sikong and Ghost Face.

"Big brother, you've woken up! How about it? Are your injuries okay? You don't know that you were appointed by Poisonous Wolf as the little boss of the East Ninth District. you……"

Chatterbox pulled Sikong over, with a concerned look on his face.

Sikong was a little weak, lightly dizzy, he could only see the lips of the chatterbox moving rapidly, like a clam shell, with the clam meat coming in and out, but Sikong didn't even listen to a word of his nagging.

But suddenly, an inexplicable sense of excitement came from all the cells in the body. The obviously weak cells actually cheered happily, secreted a large amount of hormones, gathered into streams of warm currents, crazily squeezed into the brain, and rolled violently.

"call……"

Shaking his head, Sikong felt his heart beating like a drum, and the breath he exhaled was full of hot flashes. After shaking hands, the veins were like earthworms creeping down from his arms, and his five fingers swelled slightly. His body that had not yet healed It actually gave him the illusion that one punch could flatten a mountain, and one kick could break a river.

excited! !
violent! !
Wreak havoc! !
All kinds of violent feelings came to Si Kong's mind. Si Kong looked at the grimace not far away. His lips seemed to be torn open, revealing his cold teeth.

"You are Scar, right? You caused me, the Poison Wolf Star Kou, to lose a space shuttle, and even made enemies with the bones! If it weren't for the fact that your backer Shangliang is a short-lived ghost, he has separated from you, otherwise , you still want to stand here today?!"

Faced with Scar's questioning, the grimace smiled coldly, making Scar's wildfire flutter.

"and……"

Looking at the physiological fluid on the medical cabin and the floor, the grimace looked puzzled: "Something? What? It's just ordinary physiological fluid..."

And following the grimace's words, wisps of dark green gas rose from the physiological fluid, and as the gas flowed away, the pungent smell just now disappeared, as if it was just an illusion.

In the Ziluojuechen powder just now, the little dark green impurities are not because of insufficient extraction purity, but carefully added by Grimace, which can destroy the crystal structure of the remaining Ziluojuechen powder.

Just to erase traces.

"you!"

Scar was out of breath, his temples twitched and his face flickered.

The grimace looked at the scar sarcastically, but heard an excited voice——

"Little boss? So, I am your boss?!"

Grimace turned around, looked at Sikong whose face was abnormally flushed, bloodshot eyes, who only hit his shoulder, and smiled cruelly: "Yes, Boss Sikong! Please, Boss, come back with me to meet the group below, and let the group Guys who don't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth, see and see your brilliance and martial arts, boss."

"It's easy to say, easy to say! Let's go, let's go!"

Sikong seemed like a stunned young man, when he heard that he had a group of younger brothers and took power, he couldn't contain his excitement.

"Sikong, don't..."

Hua Tuo watched Sikong and the two leave with a grimace, with an anxious expression on his face, but was suddenly stopped by Dao Scar.

"Brother Dao, Sikong has obviously entered the wolf's den, and his injuries are still not healed!"

Unexpectedly, Scar shook his head, looked at Sikong who was walking in the distance, swaying, and wished to sing loudly, but instead said in relief: "Don't worry, that kid is a ghost, since he dares to go, he must be sure."

"Moreover……"

Scar was a little lost in thought, recalling that he once murmured: "It's still unclear who is the wolf and who is the rabbit."

………………

The underground river spewed out from the center of this dense cross-shaped residence, carrying white foam and swirling smoke that completely blocked the line of sight, and flowed in four directions: east, west, north, south.

Countless vortexes of different sizes are rolled up, and they are hysterical at first, colliding wantonly in underground caves, cliffs and heavy sand.

But following Sikong's footsteps, the more he walked to the periphery of the cross, the flow of the dark river became smoother, exhausted all his strength, and became calm.

With the help of artificial light, Sikong could even see the quicksand at the bottom of the dark river. It was quiet and beautiful, and there were all kinds of sparkling crystals washed out from the mouth of the dark river, forming a strange river.

The narrow road under Sikong's feet was a bit awkward.

The inexplicable texture of the brick body has a faint metallic luster, and a layer of organic slime on the surface fills the gaps between the brick bodies.

Sikong was smiling all the way, talking loudly, expressing the excitement in his heart.

But as his eyes flickered, he saw occasional areas where the mud was eroded, revealing some runes with a strange style on the bricks that did not resemble human civilization.

'This place is not easy...'

Sikong sighed inwardly, but hooked his shoulders to the grimace, with a look of confiding in his heart, and gradually walked through the alleys and shuttled through the alleys formed by two-story houses.

And the farther away from the central area of ​​the cross, the more obvious the gap between the rich and the poor between the regions, and the houses and cleanliness are completely different.

Along the way, many Xingkou saw this scene and laughed a little strangely.

"Ghostface, who is this?" A Xingkou squatting in front of the room, who was cleaning his gun, glanced at Sikong with cold eyes.

"Oh, this one, let me introduce you to my new boss of the East Ninth District, Boss Sikong!" Grimace patted Sikong on the shoulder and replied.

"Oh……"

The man withdrew his gaze, muttered indifferently, and continued to wipe the shiny gun.

However, Sikong noticed that the rag that this person used to wipe the gun was an intestine with thick fluff, which was taken from some kind of creature.

"Well, here we are, this is our East Ninth District."

As if walking from modern times to ancient times, a particularly desolate and dilapidated building complex fell into Sikong's eyes.

Randomly discarded domestic garbage exudes a strange smell and even excrement.

Several baby-sized tiger-headed rats with messy hair raised their faint eyes and looked at Sikong and the two without fear.

And next to the garbage dump, there are simple, airy houses made of wood and stones.

The blood that cannot be washed off is mottled on the street, and the used gauze and bandages are hung on the wall, fluttering in the wind.

However, there was one house that stood out.

The door of the two-story building, painted with insect repellent paint, was half open, revealing a small patio behind it, where some humble potted plants were planted with withered leaves.

The small building is not grand, but it is still clean.

It has become the most "luxury" small western-style building in the East Ninth District.

This is the residence of the little leader of East Ninth District.

But at this moment, in front of the little boss' residence, more than 20 people gathered, as if they were waiting for something.

(End of this chapter)