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Chapter 161 Breakthrough!

cold.

Frozen to the marrow, the cold that almost condenses the soul into a sculpture.

The sound of the wind coming from the corridor in my ear was originally sharp and pure, but it seemed to have passed through thousands of walls, and finally became as heavy as a cowhide drumbeat.

Sikong's eyes seemed to be glued together, weighing a thousand catties, and it took him a long time to forcefully open a gap.

And then... darkness.

Tick, tick, tick...

From nowhere, a liquid fell from a high place, and landed on Sikong's face with a ticking sound.

It was cool and smelled of turbid metal rust, but Sikong regarded it as nectar, and moved his lips greedily, adding more moisture to the body that was as dry as rotten wood.

After a long time, Sikong gained some strength, his arm was as stiff as a machine, he rubbed aside, and then grabbed a stick like an iron rod.

Struggling to get up, Sikong stared blankly at the dark surroundings.

It was so dark that even the air was oppressed like a black cloud, without a single ray of light.

Even if Sikong practices ancient skills: crossing the Yangtze River with a hundred steps to achieve great success, he has good eyesight.

But it's hard for a clever woman to cook without rice, and even without any light source, Sikong is completely blind.

Using the 'iron rod' to probe around, the empty sound continued for a long time, but Sikong was slightly relieved.

It is empty, which proves that it is open, and the return time of the echo is extremely long. I am afraid that it will not be a problem to park a few space shuttles here.

Even if an accident happened, Sikong still had room to mediate, and he could use his fists to avoid being beaten into a sieve in the cramped environment.

Moreover, there was the sound of air flow, and Sikong had no adverse reactions after breathing for so long, which was enough to prove that this place should be connected with the outside world, and it was by no means a sealed place.

Suddenly thought of something, Sikong hastily touched the inner pocket of Wolf Attendant.

'whoosh...'

A flickering flame lit up, the light spot was not big, but extremely bright, almost illuminating half of the wide area.

Fortunately, Sikong has always been cautious. He put the most basic survival supplies in a small storage box, and then put them close to his body. Even after a big battle, he kept them intact.

Unfortunately, spirits...

Sikong shook his head, suppressed the blood that was gradually getting excited, and saw the stick in his hand, it seemed to be... the legs of some kind of mecha supporting the bones.

Open the storage box, there are ten high-calorie pellets the size of mud pellets, two bags of [-]ml purified water, and a roll of biological bandages.

The discrete particle gun, spider silk silver hook and other equipment originally carried on the body were all lost. The things in this storage box were Sikong's life-saving things.

Squeezing out a grain of starch, Sikong carefully chewed it repeatedly, did not drink the precious fresh water, but lightly pecked at the muddy, rust-red stagnant water on the ground.

Even if there is any problem with this water, Sikong has been drinking it for so long, there should be a problem.

"Huh? This is..."

Sikong lay on the ground and saw crooked patterns carved on the water-logged floor.

It is not the information carrier of Xiai civilization, but the common text of imperial civilization.

"On the first day, I marched a hundred steps north and found a high platform, but nothing else was gained."

"The next day, I marched a hundred steps south and found nothing."

"On the third day, we marched [-] steps southeast and found nothing."

……

Lines of writing, recording a lost person who strayed into the ghost ship's records about the ghost ship.

Sikong was very familiar with this strange detective method.

It is Poisonous Wolf Xingkou's unique "bee-hunting detection method", which counts steps, and each step has specific traces, which was created by the first Poisonous Wolf.

"No.30 seven days, traveled [-] steps northwest, found a sealed dark room, and recorded a letter—"

The handwriting stopped here, and the handwriting was extremely sloppy, as if there were still unfinished words, but it was too late to finish.

He touched the handwriting, and wiped it off with a light touch.The material of this floor is somewhat familiar to Sikong, it has a metallic luster under the light, and the surface is no different from the street bricks piled up in the underground residence.

"The writing time is not short..."

Sikong pondered, the handwriting has been covered in dust for a long time, and it has been corroded, but the owner of the writing has not yet appeared.

Sikong could only pray that the man escaped alive, but he kept his mouth shut and did not reveal any information about the inside of the ghost ship.

Otherwise... he, Sikong, might not be better than that person.

'call……'

After Sikong secretly wrote down the last piece of information, he sat cross-legged on the ground, abandoned distracting thoughts, and tried to maintain a peaceful mind. With the most basic food and fresh water, the precious blood in his body could heal Sikong's injuries to the maximum extent.

The damaged tissues regenerated into flesh and blood, and the blood stasis melted away and was discharged from Sikong's pores. Sikong's pale face gradually turned rosy.

The rapid rise and fall of his chest became orderly and steady.

The injury gradually improved, and after he fully recovered, it was not over yet.

Sikong clearly felt the cheers of his own cells, organs, and tissues. The cells were secreted and enlarged at a rapid rate, the functions of the organs became stronger, and the tissues became tighter, able to withstand greater pressure.

The hematopoietic function of the bone marrow is far greater than before, and it is enough to supply energy to all parts of the body, allowing Sikong to explode with even more powerful power!

It was as if, more potential was released, and Sikong's physical fitness suddenly improved a lot!

In the one-dimensional realm, before the high level, the strength will only grow through two breakthroughs during the initial promotion and the middle promotion.

Sikong's situation as follows can only prove that he has broken through to a high-level one-dimensional microstring level!

The gene chain has been repaired to 75%!

The strength limit has broken through to 1332 kg; the speed limit has broken through to Mach 1.5; the internal organs are stronger, and the combat endurance such as endurance is stronger!
Generally speaking, after reaching a high-level one-dimensional, as long as the strength of the gene chain is not too low, you can choose to break through to the second-level maintainer.

At this time, Sikong almost stepped into two dimensions with half of his foot!
The miracle of the precious blood of Christ is evident.

And the strand of precious blood in Sikong's body was nothing compared to the complete precious blood of Christ, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that it was a drop in the bucket.

After a long time, Sikong let out a mouthful of foul air, whistling and slapping into the void.

Sikong stretched his somewhat stiff body, fully recovered from his injuries, and unexpectedly broke through to a high-level one-dimensional.Only then did Sikong have the confidence to explore around.

This should be a declaration of war for some kind of army.

Because of this, although the place is extremely open, it is up high and down low, with Sikong's place as the boundary, there are roughly two distinct boundaries.

On one side, there are steps, climbing up and down, forming a towering platform.

On one side is a square where you can look up to the platform, and there are many scattered parts like the backbone of Sikong's mecha.

Sikong is also somewhat familiar with this layout.

Because the high platform in the underground residence is also the same as here, but it is much smaller.

"It seems that someone did get out alive, even a thief, who pried a lot of floors..."

Sikong took pleasure in his bitterness, looked at the direction, and headed straight to the northwest that he said.

Soldiers need speed, and the longer they linger, the less safe they become.

Since someone before has found out the clue, no matter if it is a blessing or a curse, Sikong should go for it!
　Sent it ahead of time, sleep and sleep...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)