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Chapter 128
More than 20 people walked out of the courtyard one after another with mixed emotions, but they heard Sikong's unsalty voice: "Wait a minute..."

Everyone froze.

"Carry that dead body out and put it here to marinate my eyes!"

"Yes Yes Yes……"

A few people nodded and bowed their heads, and lifted the grimacing corpse lying on the ground with only a small amount of blood on its chest like running errands.

Seeing the eyes full of astonishment and despair in the dead gray, these people shuddered, turned their heads away, and hurried out of the courtyard.

But Sikong keenly sensed that there were a few wisps of malice emanating from the courtyard.

Sikong frowned, glanced across the faces of several people, sneered in his heart, but did not speak.

'Hawk——'

The revolving stone gate slowly closed, the iron carvings were a bit old, and the edge was broken, and one piece was missing.

'bump! '

The gate was closed, and the entire courtyard suddenly fell into silence. The security housekeeper system was automatically activated, and a circular barrier was formed, which reached three meters above the wall and two meters below the ground, still shining with a faint light.

Time is like water, gurgling by.

Several suspended artificial light sources in the sky gradually dimmed, casting wisps of pale night light, making the high-rise buildings in other areas in the distance gradually disappear in the darkness.

The pale night light knocked on the door, shining on Si Kong's extremely pale face.

Sikong rested on the armrests, his face was calm, and he sat on the silver-white armchair in a high and stable manner. His skin, which was still somewhat abnormally rosy, became bloodless, pale and dull, like a statue.

"Ugh……"

With the sound of sighing, Sikong stood up with a long body, his demeanor was calm and unhurried, and his light fur coat was like a clear spring in a mountain stream.

Turning around and pushing the door, Sikong stepped into the small bungalow behind the buckle chair.

'Pfft! '

As soon as the door was closed, Sikong, who hadn't had time to look at the layout of the room, suddenly half-kneeled on the ground, a mouthful of bruised blood spewed out, and his eyes, which were shining brightly, became dull in an instant, as if flickering by candlelight, extremely weak.

The blood splashed on the ground was even more black-purple. When it hit the ground, it was like violent sulfuric acid. With the harsh "sizzling" sound, it actually corroded the ground into uneven potholes.

Sikong raised his head with a wry smile, and rolled up the sleeve of his left hand with a trembling right hand.

You can see, what a forearm that looks like a dead body without any moisture!

Through the night light shining in from the window, one could dimly see that the muscles of Sikong's upper arm shriveled into strips, showing a terrifying purple-blue color, and the thin skin turned into a grimace, full of depressing ravines. .

The whole forearm, like charred charcoal, was just dug out from the fire, with a strong pungent smell.

However, at the junction of the forearm, wrist, and elbow, the tissue is a very normal bronze color, nothing unusual.

Such and such, on the contrary, made the forearm extraordinarily creepy.

"I didn't expect that the precious blood of Christ would be so wicked after leaving the second world!"

Sikong supported the floor, stood up slowly, and saw that the whole room suddenly became bright, with soft light falling from the ceiling, and wisps of fresh fragrance wafting from the purifier embedded in the beam.

With the light, the whole room came into Sikong's eyes.

The room is not big, on two floors.

Right now, the layout of this floor is simple and tidy, but it is clearly divided. On one side is a head-mounted second world access device. with insulating tape.

On the other side was a square table, which was in a mess, and scattered fine paper was scattered all over the floor, it seemed that the previous owner of the house left in a panic.

In the depths of the room, there is a quaint soldier platform.

The style is full of ancient charm. It is carved from Qianye rosewood, and there are complex inscriptions engraved on the surface, which are not handwriting of the imperial civilization. Judging from the immortal strokes, it should be from the world of cultivating immortals.

The Luobing platform was empty, and there was nothing on the two utensil holders. Compared with other parts, the surface of the utensil holders was brighter in color and the inscriptions were clearer. I am afraid that there used to be a weapon on the Luobing platform. .

Next to the landing platform, there is a vertical elevator.

Sikong looked at the upper floor, which should be the bedroom.

After inspecting the room roughly, and judging that there was no surveillance, Sikong noticed a sudden severe pain in his already withered left arm.

Looking down, one can faintly see a strange golden color deep in the shriveled muscles.

There was even a hint of evil coming from the depths of the arm, and when it spread to other parts, it was suppressed by a special force.

However, with the passage of time, this special power is gradually weakening. According to this speed, it will be suppressed for another three days at most.

"Three days? I must strip the blood of Christ from my body as soon as possible! If the evil spirit is not eliminated for a day, the blood of Christ will be a disaster rather than a blessing!"

Sikong frowned. In the all-real competition, although he probably healed his injuries by [-]% to [-]% with the magical effect of the precious blood of Christ, he also felt the horror of evil in it.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he left the second world, the evil nature in the precious blood of Christ would gradually erupt, and he would actually use him as nourishment and suck his life.

However, fortunately, the organizers of the competition set up a program in advance, and suppressed the precious blood of Christ for Sikong in a hurry, giving him time to respond.

Otherwise, he would have died at the hands of the blood of Christ before he was framed by the grimace and turned into a vegetative state.

"Paladin Suit, World Membrane..."

Then, Sikong looked at the almost colorless 'lines' wrapped around his fingers, still curling up and stretching.

The lines have no thickness and width, and seem to be made of overlapping one-dimensional points, but Sikong clearly feels the coldness of the lines, and the smoothness like silk.

The lines swam like snakes between Sikong's fingers, and when Sikong's mental range moved, a section of the line suddenly became tense, completely blending into the surrounding environment, and the light shone without any reflection.

Sikong's eyes narrowed, and this tight line appeared in front of Sikong's forehead in an instant, leaving no doubt that it could easily penetrate Sikong's mind.

Just like not long ago, quietly passing through Grimace's heart.

"It actually completely overcomes the air resistance without any energy consumption! No, that's not right..."

Sikong turned and shook his head: "As long as things in three dimensions have speed, there must be resistance and energy consumption. So..."

Sikong looked at the lines on his forehead, and there was a strange brilliance in his eyes——

"This so-called world membrane should be a product of other dimensions. The reason why there is no space resistance is because it appears in the path in front of my forehead and turns to other dimensions, which is equivalent to walking an overpass, saving two points The useless distance between them!"

The fire in Sikong's eyes became more and more intense, like a glutton who has been fasting for thousands of years, once he sees the fragrant Manchu banquet, his eyes glow with greed, wishing to fully understand the nature of the fetal membranes in this world.

"According to the original origin information, the Templar suit was cast with the world's membrane, and the world's membrane has strong plasticity, so, does it mean..." Sikong murmured.

Unfortunately, a strong dizziness brought him back to reality.

Sikong's footsteps softened, and he almost staggered and fell to the ground. Black stars flickered all over his head, and he couldn't see clearly through the fog.

"The most urgent thing is to heal the wound!" Sikong smiled wryly.

　It's the full exam month. In order not to fail the course, Zige is going to start cramming. So I'm a little busy. Please understand.Still the same sentence, if Zige can write more, write more!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)