Practice origin column

Chapter 129
Nothing in the night

'Boom! ! '

The huge air wave was like ripples, spreading rapidly to the surroundings, distorting the vision, thundering footsteps, and even more sharp explosions that evaporated the air in the entire underground residence, scorching hot and violent.

It was as if a night of silence had caused the underground residence to accumulate a volcanic noise, which was now bursting out!

"Brothers! The target has appeared! Get the battle uniform, and bring all the life-saving things! This battle must be fucking beautiful, and show Lord Poisonous Wolf well!"

In the center of the cross's underground residence, two space shuttles floated off the ground. Several small bosses roared hard, with red eyes. Looking under the shuttles, rows of star bandits disappeared from the place and appeared in the shuttles.

In the distance, there were more heavily armed tigers and wolves, rushing towards them quickly. Many of them had cruel excitement on their faces, and their hands were trembling.

'Crack, click...'

A large amount of sand and gravel fell, and the thick ground on the shuttle suddenly slowly cracked to both sides, like a giant's eye shaking off the dust on its eyelashes, revealing the gray sky.

"Haha, let's go!"

The several little bosses looked at each other and smiled, without showing off their cruelty and insidiousness, and quickly entered the shuttle.

'Whizzing! '

Two crisp air shuttle sounds sounded in succession, and the two space shuttles appeared in the sky thousands of miles high in the blink of an eye. After a brief buffering, they disappeared without a trace.

"Ahem, lead the way..."

In the stinky alley, Sikong carefully avoided a few yellow and white objects, and looked at the gradually closing ground in the distance.

The noise there seems to be completely unable to infect the tranquility of East Ninth District.

The soft sound of tiger-headed rats picking up garbage, the orderly snores in the low and ventilated houses on both sides, and even the windy whimpering, made the East Nine District soak in a pool of stagnant water in this early morning.

lifeless.

Seeing this, Sikong frowned.

"Boss, I can't help it. The people in our East Ninth District are all old, weak, sick and disabled who have retired from other regions. They are depressed and haven't gone hunting in the Star Sea for a long time. Those two-dimensional, except for the grimaces, are also from other regions. divided into regions."

A wretched man with an alloy prosthetic leg and a mouth full of blackened teeth saw Sikong's expression, sighed, and explained to Sikong.

And this person was the first person to present a gift to Sikong yesterday, named Old Man Dong.

More than ten years ago, Old Man Dong was considered a strong man, but it was a pity that when he was hunting in Xinghai, he ran into a hard idea.

Only including him, more than a dozen clever star bandits snatched a survival pod, and lost eight of their nine lives before they fled back to Wolf Star.

However, there were more than ten star bandits who survived the catastrophe, but now, only two or three are left.

Some had relapsed from old illnesses, while many more died in mysterious circumstances, naked and without even a single piece of underpants left.

Looking at the doomed East Ninth District, Sikong suppressed the thoughts in his heart, buried his head and hurried out of East Ninth District with old man Dong.

He is going to find someone.

The huge wolf star usually gathers hundreds of star pirates, and naturally there are also doctors. Even because of the dangers of the star bandit's 'industry', injuries and broken bones are common. These doctors who know medical skills are even more popular. Treat them as ancestors and make offerings to them.

The one closest to East Nine District is a doctor named Gu Foye, who is good at clinical and organ transplant surgery, and has considerable experience in internal injuries.

However, Sikong suffered from fire poison and his injuries were only [-] to [-]% healed. He did not dare to continue using the precious blood of Christ to heal his wounds, so he had no choice but to go find this ancient Buddha.

Even, maybe we can find a way to get rid of the evil nature in the precious blood of Christ from the ancient Buddha.

'No, I can't come to the door empty-handed, I have to bring some gifts. ’ Sikong thought to himself.

Of course, if Sikong knew that the ancient Buddha of "Hanging the Pot to Help the World" had planned on his lung, and even wanted to cut off a piece, then the gift he sent to the door would be a famous blade.

Anyone who dares to attack my body will be hacked to death!

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'Kang, kuang, kuang...'

It was as if the dark wind was blowing on the decaying window sill, and there were waves of low knocking sounds, and there were huge overlapping black shadows moving thinly, and then the sound of footsteps gradually became clearer, covering up the sound of the dark wind.

'clatter!clatter!clatter! '

It was like drops of blood falling on the smooth ground, crisp and clean, but in the depths of the voice, there was a ferocious cry of despair.

An ethereal light elongated a figure.

The figure is sitting in front of the window, seemingly immersed in writing something, and his outstretched hands are often dancing.

'Shhh...'

Suddenly, a strong wind blew out the lights, and the figure suddenly disappeared.

But behind the window, countless spots of faint green phosphorescence faintly refracted, like countless pairs of eyes.

"Give me my head back..."

Sikong was a little cold.

After changing into clean clothes that were close-fitting and comfortable, the light energy cleaning system and anti-gravity device were running healthily, which was far from comparable to the anti-gravity suit he wore on Duheng Star.

On his chest, there was an embroidery that looked like a variegated wolf hair. Bursts of numbness from thunder and lightning came from the embroidery, making his cells active and slowly getting stronger.

This piece of clothing is a privilege that can only be enjoyed by the little boss, called the 'Wolf Attendant'. The embroidery of the variegated wolf hair is an exquisite free charge transformation hub, which can subtly change the physical quality of the wearer.

No wonder the word "power" touches people's hearts so much.

"Isn't there a natural climate simulation system in the underground residence? Why is this place so cold? It feels like pins and needles."

Sikong was puzzled. His health was not in good condition. Even if he was wearing a wolf guard, his face was red from the cold and he was stomping forward.

Then I saw that this was a path near the mountain. It was said to be a hill, but it was just a huge stalactite underground.

Not far away, an underground river exuding dense smog flowed by, and the sound was clear and pleasing to the ears.

The thick shadow on the path cannot be cut by a knife or penetrated by a needle.It was clearly early morning, and sparse lampposts were still lit on both sides of the path, with faint lights shining down from the lampposts.

Suddenly, Sikong stopped.

Then he saw that the light source on the lamppost turned out to be heads with dry hair and open mouths. The desperate and crazy look was condensed on the face.

Each head holds a glowing colored stone the size of a baby's fist in its mouth.

"Si, Lord Sikong, I will send you here. Just walk along the road to the end, and then you will be here..."

Old man Dong looked at the lampposts with human heads, his face became terrified, and he cupped his hands tremblingly.

Before Sikong could answer, he turned around hastily, as if there was a fierce ghost sitting above his head.

There was a flash of light in Sikong's eyes, the cold air almost condensed into substance when the path came here.

"It's not cold here, it's clearly full of lingering yin energy!"

Sikong spoke coldly, looking up at the building sitting on top of the stalactites hidden in the depths of the rich Yin Qi.

The ancient western villa, the walls are gray and white, a huge cross stands on the top of the wall, faintly twisted people are crucified on the cross, and dim lamps illuminate the road in front of the villa.

Sikong's nose twitched, smelling a faint fishy smell.

This is the smell of blood.

"Gu Fo Ye? What a good name!"

　Ahem, the chapter name is wrong, it doesn’t matter...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)