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Chapter 184 Deciphering the Password Table

After a while, Sikong walked out of the small bungalow at the front and later.

Wan Wan looked humiliated, looking up at the sky with a face that would be worse than death, tears glistening.

But he was disheveled, the buttons of his clothes were all slanted, and the shoelaces were loose and scattered on the ground, making him look very miserable.

But Sikong had a smile on his face, throwing three courses of Yaowangtang lozenges in his hand, striding forward.

Looking back to see the later expression, Si Kong didn't make a move, grabbed the lozenge, turned around and kicked his ass: "You haven't been naked yet, you're just like this, if you are forced to go naked, then you Don't cry, make trouble and hang yourself!"

Later weeping: "Not this time, who knows it won't happen next time? Boss, didn't you rely on the Xi'ai people? Why are you so poor!"

Old Sikong blushed, and said in a muffled voice: "Poor? Monthly bills aren't money?! If you mess with me, you'll have a bright future!"

I was speechless later, I just felt that I was on a thief ship, and it would not be so easy to get off.

Sikong suddenly stopped in his tracks.

The trading center at this moment was exceptionally quiet, with a faint smell of blood coming from it, and Sikong even saw pools of blood that hadn't been cleaned up in front of the gaming table.

A man, with his back to Sikong, was playing with dice.

Some blood spots accidentally landed on the bottom of the trousers, and a shivering Xing Kou squatted down to wipe them.

"This man has a bad temper..."

Sikong thought to himself, he didn't want to make troubles, so he wanted to leave.

Who would have thought that the man playing with the dice seemed to be waiting for Sikong, so he turned around and said, "Sikong, wait a minute..."

The jade in the words is like a spring breeze, and the sound is in the ear.

It also has the feeling of greenness in Hsinchu after the rain in the empty mountains. People will never forget it after listening to it once.

Sikong stopped moving, looked back at this person, and frowned: "Why, you care about this?"

Jun Zijian heard something in Sikong's words, and said with a smile: "I helped a friend take care of it. I didn't expect that such moths would come out."

Sikong wasn't interested in these things, but seeing Junzijian's appearance, he hesitated and said, "Then you are..."

"I'm coming to find you."

"Looking for me?" Sikong perked up now, a little confused.

It can be said that Junzijian and his Sikong have nothing to do with each other, and they can't fight each other.

Of course, if Sikong Dongchuang's incident happened and he was found to be the arsonist, then it would not be as simple as 'find him'.

Jun Zijian nodded, walked straight to Sikong's side, looked at Wan Wan, his eyes became a little deep.

"If you have anything, just talk about it. One of your own." Seeing this, Sikong said.

"On the wandering ion transformation loop."

Junzijian stretched out his hand to signal, so Sikong walked with him.

Like a bodyguard later, follow behind.

"The technology you gave, after all, has a strong style of Xi'ai civilization. In some places, as human beings, it is difficult for us to follow the picture, so..."

"Just tell me if you have any questions."

Sikong interrupted Junzijian's Kaikai and talked straight to the point.

Jun Zijian changed his words, and said in a deep voice: "Our research has hit a bottleneck. We want to see the Xi'ai people at close range and hope to get help."

See the Xi'ai people?

There were not a thousand Xi'ai people who died under Sikong's hand, but eight hundred. He had a deep understanding of the Xi'ai people's solidarity against the enemy.

Not to mention races of other civilizations, even internally, they have a strong hatred for those moths who are worthless and only consume social resources, and will kill them to take their eggs.

Besides, Sikong and the Xi'ai people are not in the so-called allies and cooperative relationship. When the Xi'ai people saw Sikong, they seemed to have the hatred of killing his father and taking his wife, and immediately fought with each other with their lives.

A few days ago, the Xi'ai man on the ghost ship who came out to testify against Sikong was just a victim who was beaten half to death by Sikong and dragged out to pretend to be mysterious.

As for the electromagnetic language of the Xi'ai people, Sikong picked it out from the words spoken by each of the Xi'ai people!
"Impossible, the Xi'ai people won't see you, you should know the reason." Sikong naturally refused decisively.

"You just need to summon the ghost ship, and we will talk to the Xi'ai people under the ship." Jun Zijian still refused to give up.

"What is the bottleneck that even you can't break through?"

But when Sikong spoke, a burst of noise came into his ears, and Jun Zijian brought Sikong and the two to the west district.

At this time, a crowd of people was gathering outside the West District.

Jun Zijian raised his eyes and said, "Look..."

"Damn! What the hell test! I don't believe anyone else has succeeded!"

However, he saw a star bandit walking out of a temporary telescopic room, with a look of resentment on his face. When he saw the star bandit waiting in a long line for the test, he immediately put on a happy smile on his face, jokingly holding hands.

Another star bandit walked into the retractable room. After a moment of silence, a voice that was neither salty nor dull came out——

"Failure, next one."

The test Xingkou buried his head, walked out dejectedly, and then joined the last Xingkou camp who watched the excitement, looking at the long line with a superior appearance of someone who came here.

"If you want to know what bottleneck we have encountered, you can go in and try it out. Actually, you have some hope of success, but..."

Junzi Jian said half of his words, and successfully caught Sikong's interest.

"Hello boss!"

"Hey, isn't this Brother Sikong?"

"Quick, quick, make way for the two adults."

Privilege exists no matter what civilization it is in. At this moment, the Xingkou who were queuing up saw the three of Sikong approaching, and subconsciously made way for them.

Sikong has no expression on his face, while Junzijian always raises the corners of his mouth, giving people a sense of intimacy like a spring breeze.

Sikong also didn't give in, and strode into the retractable room.

To the eye, there is only a huge password table with a strange shape, even ugly.

Some parts are protruding, so they are simply placed on the surface, holding colorful conductive lines, which has no aesthetic feeling at all.

On the front of the password table, there is a huge rectangle, which is divided into thousands of small squares that are not much bigger than gravel.

Some small squares are painted with a specific logo color, forming a simple and strange handwriting.

Sikong also has a little understanding of the language of the Xiai civilization. This kind of handwriting, which is visible to the naked eye, is equivalent to——

start

'According to the logo color, within the time of an information impact, the external force starts to act from the first logo square, and increases exponentially each time.Initial strength: 1.61 kg. '

A section of instructions was pasted on the side of the password form, Sikong looked at it slightly, and felt that there was no difficulty, and he started it casually.

Open the password form.

The password table information impact is ready to start.

Sikong's nimblest index finger tapped lightly on the first marked square, and Sikong's eyes flickered.

The shock begins!
1.61 kg!

The second logo square, 3.22 kg!

The third logo square, 6.44 kg!

The third logo square, 12.88 kg!

……

The seventh identification square, ...

'boom! '

There was only a loud noise, and Sikong looked at the code form pierced by his index finger, and black smoke rose up.

"Strength, too much..."

(End of this chapter)