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Chapter 34 The Mechanical Grave
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Finish killing.

After simply bandaging the wound, Sikong walked up to Shangliang's body.

Sikong was in a very calm mood, that is, he didn't have the so-called thrill of perverted killing, nor the fear and self-blame after killing.

Just like this, either he lives or Shangliang dies.

Killing requires life, cutting weeds requires rooting out!

This is Sikong's character, even if Shangliang is a two-dimensional cultivator.

Under the gaze of Shangliang's dead gray eyes, Sikong caressed for a while.

A moment later, an embroidered handkerchief embroidered with a poisonous wolf, a star card, and a withered biological seed fell into Sikong's hands.

Sikong frowned, feeling the touch of the embroidered handkerchief, dense and slippery, in his hands, as light as nothing, it seems to be natural silk weaving, not synthetic fiber.

After turning over and over for a long time, Sikong could not find the mystery of this embroidered handkerchief, but the white poisonous wolf on the embroidered handkerchief was particularly energetic and lifelike, as if it was about to jump off the embroidered handkerchief.

With the mentality that having something is better than nothing, Sikong put away the embroidered handkerchief and looked at the biological seed.

"It's a pity that the biological armor is based on the life of the host. Once the host dies, the biological seeds will also wither."

With a little force, the seeds in his hands were broken into fine powder and slipped from Sikong's fingers.

Sikong shook his head and checked the information database and learned that even the lowest-grade biological armor had an official selling price of [-].

And the effect of the biological battle armor is also good, it can be used as a biological weapon, or it can be turned into a rattan armor as a means of defending against the enemy.

Even to a certain extent, thorns can also grow to seal the wound.

And there is another kind of attribute battle armor, which has some special abilities, just like the Bean-Scattering Soldiers in the world of cultivating immortals.

Of course, this type of attribute battle armor starts with a million Ziwei coins, and there is no upper limit.

Sikong didn't dare to have extravagant hopes.

In the end, only this star card was left.

The front of the star card is hot gold, and the back is pitch black, with a few stars on top, which succinctly depicts the appearance of the starry sky.

This is an anonymous star card that recognizes the card but not the person.

After accessing the Second World information database and checking the amount in the card, Sikong fell silent.

Then, hearty laughter came out, and Sikong slapped his legs and laughed, not hiding the joy in his heart.

Because, Kari actually has one hundred thousand Ziwei coins!

Sure enough, murder and set fire to the golden belt, the first one to make a fortune!
It was just the first time Sikong made a fortune, and he gained a lot.

All of a sudden, the one hundred thousand Ziwei coins relieved Sikong's urgent needs, his pockets bulged up again in an instant, and some plans could also be put on the itinerary.

Sikong was in a good mood, even the pain in his chest eased a bit.

After looking at Shang Liang's dead body, Sikong shook his head, but still spent some time digging a hole and burying Shang Liang in it to prevent his body from being eaten by wild dogs, tigers and wolves.

After looking at the bushes for the last time, Sikong left quickly and disappeared into the night.

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The fourth gathering star, Xiling City.

After four o'clock in the morning, there are vaguely some pedestrians who get up early, and occasionally a speeding car whizzes past, or they need to rush to other planets, or they have to rush for their lives.

The strength of civilization does not mean sitting back and enjoying the benefits.

A figure walks through the bleak night, turns left and turns west, walks a gentle slope, and enters an 'automatic healing city'.

Swipe your card and undress.

Under the shadowless lamp, Sikong watched the mechanical arm in front of him inject light blue 'liquid' into his body.

Then, countless nanomedicine practitioners shuttled through Sikong's blood, and flowed through the blood to every corner of the body.

The hideous and terrifying wound on the chest healed, scarred, and fell off at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then became smooth as before, like a baby's skin.

In addition, due to sitting on the desolate star for half a year and suffering from the fire and poisonous wind, the dark wounds left behind have also improved, and those centipede-like scars on the back, lower abdomen, and thighs have also been smoothed out.

Standing up, Sikong took a deep breath, he felt the breath flowing in every corner of his body, his mind was clear, his limbs were flexible, and his mind was broad-minded.

Then, Sikong spit out stagnant air, which turned into a wave of air, hitting the door of the automatic healing city rattling.

Sikong has never felt so relaxed, except for the gene chain injury still intact, his body has recovered to its peak.

Of course, the effect is amazing, and the cost is also amazing.

In just a few minutes, Sikong spent 5000 yuan Ziwei coins.

Even, under the robotic arm, there is a screen.

Once Sikong lights up the screen, he will be transferred to medical masters and human body experts who are several stars away, and will tailor a set of healing and health regimens for Sikong.

With Sikong's current bank balance, it is estimated that he can only do nothing, not even a single wave.

After all, the physical fitness of the inhabitants of the empire was generally high, and almost everyone practiced cultivation. Naturally, common colds and colds only existed in extremely remote and impoverished galaxies.

Therefore, if there is no illness or injury, it is enough, and one illness and one injury must be serious.

Therefore, even in imperial civilization, medical expenses are generally high.

And for a 'black man' like Sikong, the killing was even more merciless.

Out of the automatic medical city, surprisingly, Sikong did not return, but connected to the city map of Xiling City, and after searching for a while, he stopped at one place.

Sikong moved forward extremely fast in the dark night, fortunately he had healed from his dark wounds and had cultivation, otherwise he would have lost half his life in a night of fighting and rushing around.

In the distance, a strangely shaped mountain appeared, even under the darkness of night, it could not block the faint cold light.

Picking up a gear studded with dirt at his feet, Sikong looked at the mechanical grave in front of him, and suddenly smiled: "Small and medium-sized machinery waste factory?"

"who is it?!"

Suddenly, a glaring bright light tore through the darkness, shining unscrupulously on Sikong's face.

Sikong blocked the strong light with his hands, squinted his eyes, looked at the night watchman in front of him, and said with a smile: "Brother, the hydraulic door of my house is broken, and there are missing parts. I want to look inside..."

The night watchman looked at Sikong suspiciously, but he saw that Sikong's hands were full of dirt, and his simple clothes were even more tattered due to a battle, not much better than a beggar.

This is a mechanical graveyard, and from time to time there are frugal or poor people who come to Taobao in order to save a few parts.

Night watchmen are quite commonplace, and they don't deal with them rigidly according to the rules and regulations. They often turn a blind eye to them.

The night watchman dispelled his doubts a bit, looked at the time, and then shook Sikong's face with a strong light: "Hurry up, someone will come to deal with these mechanical wastes in a concentrated manner today, you should be quicker."

"Good good..."

Sikong nodded one after another, thanked him repeatedly, and rushed into the gate.

As far as the eye can see, they are all dilapidated mechanical tombs. Gears, parts, shafts, and engines are scattered all over the place. There are also the remains of speed cars, energy meters, and star suits.

At this moment, Sikong's eyes were shining, and he was rubbing his hands excitedly. Looking at these cold and dead machines, it was like looking at stunning beauties.

"With so many things, you can really tinker with them..."

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