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Chapter 134
The crowd dispersed, and the corpse outside the door was hastily dragged away by several people, and the blood was wiped dry.

For a moment, there were only two people in the courtyard.

Sikongpi looked at Jian Zhaoshuang with a dead smile for a long time, which made Jian Zhaoshuang break into a cold sweat.

Jian Zhaoshuang is arrogant but not stupid. This Sikong seems to be of low strength, not even comparable to himself, but there are traces of murder in front of the anti-killing grimace, and in the back there are traces of the forces left behind by the removal of the grimace. It will only take a while to kill him thing.

In Jian Zhaoshuang's mind, Sikong had long been labeled as a smiling tiger.

In the end, Jian Zhaoshuang's neck stiffened, and he said in a muffled voice, "I don't know what's the matter with you, Boss? I'll leave first..."

"Ah……"

Sikong got up slowly, but he saw the two old women in coarse linen and weathered faces, carrying baskets in their hands, entering the courtyard.

"grown ups."

"grown ups."

Sikong nodded as an answer, then pointed at Jian Zhaoshuang in the patio and said: "In the future, I will add him to the meal. Well, you are not allowed to go to the second floor without my permission in the future."

"Yes, my lord."

How could the two old women dare not to follow, they glanced at the complicated complexion, they were so red from holding back, they walked to the back kitchen with their heads down.

"Come with me……"

Sikong didn't look at Jian Zhaoshuang, turned around and strode into the room.

Jian Zhaoshuang was standing in the courtyard, his face was full of excitement, as if he had opened a dyeing workshop, with thousands of colors on his brows.

In the end, Jian Zhaoshuang gritted his teeth, striding up the stairs with a sense of majesty and majesty.

Entering the first floor, Sikong is in front and Jian Zhaoshuang is behind.

Jian Zhaoshuang's eyeballs rolled around, looking around the room.

On the left is a head-mounted second world access device. It looks like it should be a model 300 years ago. The synchronization delay between the second world and reality is as high as ten seconds.

"A poor ghost, not even worth my worth..."

Jian Zhaoshuang murmured in his heart, but saw a square table on the right side with a stack of papers and several bound books on it.

But judging by the way it is placed, there is a small amount of dust between the seams of the paper, and I am afraid that it has not been read for a few days.

'Pretentious, most likely a bumpkin, but also forced to arty, bah! '

Jian Zhaoshuang turned his eyes, and suddenly saw the falling soldiers platform in the depths of the room, his eyes lit up, and his face became a little more curious.

"Chiba red sandalwood? Tsk tsk, what a great hand! This inscription is full of immortality, let me see, eh, this is the Taoist immortal script? But I don't remember any civilization that cultivated immortals used this kind of Taoist immortal script, could it be? '

Jian Zhaoshuang is worthy of being a high-achieving student who has studied in university, far from being able to compare with Sikong, an 'illiterate', and now he can analyze the objects in this room with confidence, knowing everything well, perhaps even Sikong, the master, can't compare.

"Have you seen enough?"

Suddenly, a calm voice sounded, Jian Zhaoshuang gave a chill, quickly looked at the tip of his nose, and whispered: "Enough is enough, oh, no, no, no..."

Sikong smiled coldly and walked up the vertical teleportation ladder. Seeing this, Jian Zhaoshuang walked up one after another.

'Shuh! '

After a very brief change, Jian Zhaoshuang's vision even had residual images, and the two appeared in a dark bedroom.

"Boss Sikong, I don't know you are... ah!!"

Jian Zhaoshuang glanced at the bedroom subconsciously, and suddenly screamed in horror, Dou Da's cold sweat ran down his cheeks, his face was as pale as paper, his footsteps softened, and he leaned against the wall and gasped for breath.

Suddenly, he noticed that his back was cold, like a piece of solid ice, and subconsciously touched the back with his right hand, as if inserted into some gap.

Jian Zhaoshuang turned around subconsciously, and saw a withered yellow skeleton with a dark neck stretched out, a distorted face, and only a thin skin left, staring at him.

Jian Zhaoshuang's eyes were even close to the faint eye holes of the skeleton.

And his hand was inserted into the chest of this mummy, and there was a solid touch from his fingertips. It was...the solidified internal organs!
"what--"

Jian Zhaoshuang backed away in fear, and fell to the ground with a plop. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw under the bed, a mummy that kept the appearance of frenzied struggle before it was alive. It was sticking out a hand, as if it wanted to grab him!
Finally, Jian Zhaoshuang rolled his eyes, the whites of his eyes gradually enlarged, and he was about to pass out.

Sikong kicked Jian Zhaoshuang fiercely, and cursed: "Isn't it just a few corpses? I haven't seen it before, look at your grandson!"

Jian Zhaoshuang woke up from the severe pain, hearing the words at this moment, wanted to cry but had no tears.

He has seen corpses a lot, but how can you leave corpses at home, day and night, are you raising corpses? !
Raise corpses!

Jian Zhaoshuang's pupils dilated, he bit his tongue out in fright, fell to his knees one after another, and begged for mercy loudly——

"Boss Sikong, please let me go! I have an eighty-year-old mother above me, and three hundred million descendants below me. Among them is a daughter-in-law whose name I don't know yet! With my small body, even if it is used to refine corpses, it is just a show, not even an ordinary person." No one can beat him!"

When Sikong heard this, the corner of his mouth twitched, and his expression suddenly became very calm: "If you don't want to die, just shut up."

Immediately, Jian Zhaoshuang covered his mouth tightly with his hands, looked at Sikong in horror, begging for mercy.

Seeing this, Sikong felt a little headache.

He originally saw that Jian Zhaoshuang had specialized in chemical engineering and studied in college for a few years, which might be helpful to his plan, but he didn't expect this person to be so unreliable...

Suddenly, Sikong's heart moved.

He squatted down slowly, with a stern smile, full of malevolence and terror, and Sikong's fingers lightly brushed Jian Zhaoshuang's chest, as if he was admiring some kind of interesting artwork.

In the end, Sikong's fingers rested on Jian Zhaoshuang's chest, and he said lightly: "Do you think I will let you go after I let you know about this?"

Murder? !

Jian Zhaoshuang covered her mouth and kept humming, her legs twitched like an old sow's dying cry.

"To shut up!"

Sikong suddenly got a little more angry, Jian Zhaoshuang immediately fell silent, looking at Sikong eagerly, with tears in his eyes, like a Xizi holding his heart, having suffered a great grievance.

"Help me with something, and I'll let you go. Don't worry, if I intend to use you to refine the corpse, I won't waste so much time."

Jian Zhaoshuang is not a stupid person, after thinking about it now, it seems that this is the reason, so he let go of his hand carefully, and asked tentatively: "What, what's the matter?"

'Crack! '

Sikong casually poked his hand under the bed, and broke off one of the mummy's hands by the root, just like breaking off a rotten piece of wood.

"Have you seen the evil nature contained in this hand? Recently, my corpse refining technique has hit a bottleneck. I want to get rid of this evil nature and go another way. You have to think of a way..."

Jian Zhaoshuang looked at Sikong with a relaxed expression in horror, as if what he was holding was not a stump, but some kind of tool.

The exuding temperament is even more paranoid... crazy!

"Evil, according to the language of our empire's civilization, evil nature is nothing more than the traction of thirty-six thousand negative ions and mutated spiritual bodies. Different negative ions, different spiritual bodies, and different pulling forces will form very different evil natures. If you want to get rid of it, ...!"

"Stop, stop, stop!"

Sikong's bald brain is getting bigger, if it's something mechanical, he's still interested in exploring it carefully.

But what ion traction, what chemical industry, he is not at ease.

"Just ask, okay?!"

"Row!"

Jian Zhaoshuang swept across the three mummified corpses in the room, not daring to hesitate, and replied loudly.

Sikong looked deeply at Jian Zhaoshuang, making Jian Zhaoshuang's scalp numb.

"Okay, go to the first floor to make troubles. You are a smart person and know what to say and what not to say."

Jian Zhaoshuang carefully twisted the stumped limbs. Hearing the words at this moment, he nodded like a chicken pecking rice: "Understand, understand, I don't know anything, I don't know anything..."

'Shuh! '

Jian Zhaoshuang quickly disappeared into the bedroom, and Sikong touched his forehead, but he didn't know whether finding this person was a blessing or a curse.

But luckily...

(End of this chapter)