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Chapter 136 The Living Ghost
"Strange, why doesn't even the 'Dingshangqiu dialysis crystallization method' work? This is a universal way to get rid of evil nature. It doesn't make sense, it's strange..."

As soon as he went downstairs, Sikong saw Jian Zhaoshuang standing in front of the table, frowning and muttering non-stop.

In front of him, the stump was placed on the table, and around the stump, there were some finger-thick, portable chemical reagents.

Jian Zhaoshuang wears pure white semi-solid resin gloves. The raw material of the gloves is a parasitic grass in the universe forest. This kind of gloves has also become the standard equipment for chemical experiments.

And in front of his left eye is a microanalytical mirror floating, his eyes are shining with concentration, and his face is serious, like a Frankenstein.

'Ding dong...'

Jian Zhaoshuang tapped the potion bottle with his finger, and saw that the potion was ingested into the straw of the resin glove, which was accurate to one hundredth of an ounce. The potion was violet, gorgeous but deep, just like Jian Zhaoshuang at this moment.

Even the horror of the mummy not long ago was forgotten by him. At this moment, Jian Zhaoshuang put his nose to the surface of the stump, sniffing carefully, analyzing the composition of this evil nature as much as possible.

Concentration is the only way to excel. In fact, to a certain extent, he is a kind of person like Sikong and Gufoye.

A potential psychopath.

Seeing Jian Zhaoshuang's appearance, Sikong nodded secretly, and his heart that had been hanging around was slightly relieved.

"It's wrong! It's wrong! It's all wrong! It shouldn't be like this, its structure is too amazing, too, too great! I, I..."

Jian Zhaoshuang was like falling into a demon, his face was flushed with excitement, he took off the resin gloves at this moment, threw them on the floor, held up his stump, his eyes were blazing with flames.

"I have to analyze its molecular ordering structure! I have to figure it out! Tools, yes, tools, I need tools!"

Jian Zhaoshuang suddenly saw Sikong, his eyes revealed strands of extreme madness, his lips opened and closed, and he was about to give Sikong a loud order as an assistant, but he saw Sikong's smiling face.

Suddenly, it was like a bucket of ice water being poured on my head, and I returned to reality.

"Ahem, what, oh, Boss Sikong, there is something wrong with this evil nature, I have to bring the full set of tools I put in the nest before I can carry out the next experiment..."

The sword shines on Ai Ai during the period of frost, and a trace of cunning flashes across her lowered eyes.

"Oh, then let me go there for you. The sixth building down the street, the small room near the toilet?"

"Ok?"

Jian Zhaoshuang looked up in surprise, and saw Sikong's Xuemei eyes were full of jokes, and when he looked deeper, he was even more indifferent like a knife.

Jian Zhaoshuang shuddered, and nodded one after another: "Yes, yes, that's the one. Boss Sikong is really considerate of his subordinates, even stepped on our nest..."

'Why do these eyes look so creepy, colored contact lenses?It's not like, is it a mutation? '

Sikong turned a deaf ear to what Jian Zhaoshuang said, and strode out of the room.

Walking in front of the gate, Sikong seemed to remember something, and a virtual screen appeared in the air.

'Ding ding ding...'

With a tap of your finger, the program is activated, and the smart housekeeper sets Jian Zhaoshuang as a 'private property without the right to enter and exit'.

Out of the patio, the air was a little humid, and a fog cover faintly formed, which was sticky and slapped on the body, making people very uncomfortable.

Sikong frowned, feeling a little uneasy for no reason, and his hair stood on end, making his hair stand on end.

Sikong glanced around the streets, still desolate and dilapidated.

Under the cramped streets, you can occasionally see a corner of the bricks with metallic luster, and the gaps between the bricks are filled with a layer of organic slime that has been in disrepair for a long time.

Small rooms with blue tiles and white walls swayed quietly on both sides of the street.

The domestic garbage that was discarded casually exudes a strange smell, which is very familiar at this moment and pours into Sikong's nose.

The East Ninth District is still the same poor and stagnant East Nine District, but...it's too quiet.

It was so quiet that Sikong could even hear his own rapid breathing.

Secretly caught up, Sikong walked down the street calmly.

'Crack, crack...'

The leather ankle boots fell on the ground, rubbing against the ground, making some harsh noises. Sikong carefully avoided a piece of white cloth hanging on the wall, like a mourning white cloth. On the white cloth, there was a trace of blood that had solidified after a certain man wiped the wound casually.

'When the situation calms down, we must rectify the East Ninth District. What does it look like! '

Sikong was annoyed, although he could live in the sewers like a mouse, but if allowed, he would not mind enjoying the comfortable environment.

After all, he didn't live to be humble.

The East Ninth District is not big, and the streets of hundreds of meters are the whole of the East Ninth District.

At the end of the street, there is a small pier through which a branch of an underground river passes.

It's just that this pier has been abandoned for many years, and it is covered with dust. Several boats at anchor are sunk in the mud, and the bottom of the keel is rusted.

The wharf has become a place for some shady dealings, the perfect place to throw dead bodies away.

"Hey, so it's Boss Sikong! Do you want to smoke, this is a good ancient tea cigar, how about one?"

Jian Zhaoshuang's small room was close at hand, but Sikong heard a somewhat familiar voice coming from the deep alley.

"No, I don't smoke."

Sikong replied subconsciously, turned around and saw a thin man with disheveled hair, walking with a staggering step and a weird smile on his face, reaching out a hand from the deep alley.

And this person is actually a jackal!
The so-called ancient tea cigar in his hand is a thigh that is still dripping with blood and has been pitted and pitted!
Sikong's scalp was numb immediately, he stepped on the ground with his toes, shyly walked out instinctively, and immediately retreated!

"Boss Sikong, why are you leaving? Are you scared? Do you know that I am really in pain? My intestines and my liver were eaten by it bite by bite. Please give it back to me. Oh, please..."

The jackal twisted abnormally and staggered out of the deep alley.

At this moment, he saw that his lower body was only left with white bones, his ankle was broken vertically, his knees went up and down, and the chest on the pelvis was empty, without any internal organs.

It’s a scary place, like a zombie coming out of the cage!
Even Sikong was shocked by the scene in front of him, feeling a little flustered.

Isn't the hyena dead? How could it crawl out again?
'Could it be... a ghost? ! '

Recalling those unofficial histories of the villages and counties in my hometown, I recorded some appalling events from the past in Liao Zhai, and I suspected that they were done by ghosts.

His cheap master, whom he had only met a few times, had gone down the mountain many times to slay demons and protect the way, killing demons and ghosts.

There is a saying that terror does not lie in itself, but in the unforeseeable mystery.

At this moment, Sikong thought through his joints, and his mind quickly calmed down. Looking at the jackal slowly approaching, Sikong smiled coldly: "You are not my opponent even if you are alive. Since you have become a ghost, I will let you die again!"

Sikong clenched his fists, his whole body was surging with qi and blood, his muscles, bones, and epidermis vibrated at a high frequency, and waves gradually spread out from Sikong's shock.

His eyes were filled with light, and the air was sinking into his Dantian. He raised his strength to his tendons. When he saw the jackal and hyena approaching, regardless of whether he was a ghost or a human, he punched him in the head.

'bump! '

The hyena's head collapsed immediately, was thrown high, and the skeleton of his whole body trembled to the ground.

Looking at the jackal who was struggling to get up, Sikong sneered disdainfully: "So what if you get up, it's just one more punch -!"

Suddenly, Sikong's words stopped abruptly, his eyes dilated, and his face became extremely pale.

Without hesitation, Sikong ran away, sending up billows of dust.

(End of this chapter)