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Chapter 164 Dusty Notes

numbness.

Starting from Sikong's palm, he lost consciousness little by little, spreading to most of Sikong's body.

The hands that were trembling with excitement gradually calmed down and fell into a state of paralysis, as heavy as an alcoholic who had been drunk for many days!
Sikong's eyes moved, and he saw a small amount of condensate flowing out from the fragments of the mecha in his palm!
Although this mecha has undergone some kind of transformation, it has actually become a life core of a humanoid creature, but it cannot change the fact that it is a standard arm that served in the empire 8 years ago.

It is all human beings.

Naturally, it must conform to the characteristics of the mecha. In order to prolong the life of the mecha and reduce the time and dust accumulation of precious parts, almost every kind of mecha is loaded with condensate. Once the mecha leaves the battle and falls into silence, the condensate will It will soak the mech, which is equivalent to post-war healing.

Different types of mechs have different condensate.

Perhaps with today's imperial technology, other more effective and cheaper materials have been used, which are non-toxic and harmless, and can even be recycled multiple times.

But 8 years ago, no matter what kind of mecha used the condensate, it was highly poisonous!
'thump! '

Sikong was lying on his back straight, his legs stretched straight, like a piece of wood that bounced when it fell on the ground.

A numb feeling spread to Sikong's neck, and Sikong's tongue seemed to be knotted, and he could not speak clearly.

The blood, cells, and organs of the whole body fell into an old-fashioned slow rhythm, and the secretion of adrenal and thyroid hormones was almost non-existent, acting like a snail. Sikong's spirit was clearly still high, but he couldn't command his body at all.

The precious blood of Christ in the body is like a wild horse that has let go of its rein, finally running wildly for the first time in a real sense.

It doesn't need to be transmitted by blood, and it doesn't need to be ingested by tissues and organs, so it can freely roam around Sikong's body.

Strengthening with maximum efficiency, and even transforming Sikong's body!

Heading in a powerful, but impersonal direction.

Slowly, even the poison of the condensate was dissolved by the precious blood of Christ, and the numbness on Sikong's body gradually faded away.

Sikong moved his fingers, suddenly a carp straightened up and stood up.

'Kacha Kacha...'

Sikong's body was shaken, and his bones were as crispy as fried beans. There was still some numbness left, but it allowed Sikong to temporarily retain some consciousness and move without any hindrance.

The humanoids 'died'.

Sikong frowned. He didn't even know how to describe humanoid creatures. Unlike living creatures, they were a combination of negative emotions, with a strong sense of death.

But like a living person, he has his own thoughts and ability to act.

It's not so much dead as terminated.

Being terminated from a certain established purpose of living.

Sikong had some guesses about the identities of these human beings.

The strange attack method of magnetic shock is extremely rare. At least after the imperial civilization bloodyly suppressed all non-human civilizations, magnetic shock appeared more in certain movie episodes or in the popularization of culture.

Just because the term magnetic shock was originally created to describe the innate ability of electromagnetic creatures.

Even if human beings try their best to imitate, they have discovered some special methods of sorting spiritual power, which are very close to the effect of magnetic shock, and even derived the spiritual school of "magnetic force field".

But in essence, it is completely different from the magnetic shock of electromagnetic civilization.

Then the identity of this kind of human being is ready to be revealed.

The remnants of the Xiai civilization are electromagnetic creatures that survived the chaotic starry era.

However, the way the Xiai people survive is a bit strange.

With the Imperial Mecha as the core, he placed his own magnetic essence on the Mecha, and finally used the mysterious purple-black liquid as a bridge to integrate the three into one.

In the end, it was even sealed in an urn, and it survived for a full 8 years!

You know, even the so-called immortals in the world of immortality are theoretically free from disasters and can live for three thousand eras and countless lives.

But those who can live for tens of thousands of years without dying can be called old monsters and are figures of the Taoist ancestors.

Just because if you sit on the ground, you will not be stained by the world of mortals, and you will not be invaded by foreign enemies, but your practice is like sailing against the current, if you do not advance, you will retreat.When the deadline comes, one dies, and the Tao and the law are scattered.

If you wander around in the world of mortals and fight for someone who is diligent and brave, you will naturally make enemies again, killing the young ones, the big ones come, killing the big ones, and the old ones come again.In the end, it could not be said that it was a crusade against the clan and an enemy of the common people.The so-called hanging pot to help the world and proving the way with kindness is just a joke.If you don't kill others, others will come to kill you. Being able to survive is a great skill.

Those who are old but not dead are demons, and the demons here are actually demons.

The evildoer who troubled the common people.

This place is the wound of the giant starship, and many urns are hidden.

To be able to shoot down the starry sky giant ship in one fell swoop must have directly destroyed the starry sky giant ship's energy reactor. However, the empire 8 years ago did not directly attack the reactor. Instead, it destroyed most of the starry sky giant ship with great fanfare and completely penetrated the hull.

It seems that they are here for these urns.

Sikong faintly felt that he had touched some kind of secret, but due to the lack of too many clues, it was difficult to speculate.

The numbness became weaker and weaker, Sikong didn't dare to think any more, and looked at the surrounding environment.

There seems to be a mirror here.

Using the light source, Sikong saw a thin transparent object under his feet, which seemed to be the product of high condensation of the air. Sikong even saw his own shadow clearly.

Besides, there is nothing more.

It seems that the space at the bottom of the abyss has been intercepted for nothing, and the concept of downward does not exist.

'Da da da da...'

Sikong paced cautiously in front of the mirror. The empty voice seemed a little permeable. Sikong glanced around and saw nothing strange.

Glancing at his feet from the corner of his eye, Sikong's eyes were fixed, his neck seemed to be hit by a steel plate, clicked and clicked, looking at his own shadow, his face was a little strange.

Because, the face in the mirror is not him.

It was the face of a strange man.

Swallowing subconsciously, Sikong felt a little creepy. After calming down, he looked again and found that the expression on this face was very strange.

Although Sikong is not a master of micro-expression psychology, he cannot know other people's thoughts with the naked eye.

But with the perception of his high mental strength, he can also distinguish the micro-expressions of others.

On this face, there is both the ecstasy of discovering some kind of treasure and the fear of seeing something terrifying.

In the end, there is a touch of regret intertwined.

"what?"

Sikong was suddenly surprised when he saw another human face in the mirror not far away.

An ordinary woman's face.

Faces appeared one after another, appearing in front of Sikong like facial makeup, Sikong counted, and there were sixteen faces.

The expressions of the nine men and seven women were a mixture of ecstasy, fear and regret.

Finally, besides the human face, Sikong finally found a notebook.

Opened alone on the mirror.

Written on paper and pen, with a hard cover title page and a bookmark.

It's just that the handwriting is a bit sloppy, which makes Sikong extremely familiar.

It was left by the person who carved the words in the square.

Open the first page.

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I finally discovered the secret of eternal life.

right in front of my eyes.

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(End of this chapter)