Practice origin column

Chapter 35
A few rats rushed past Sikong's feet in a panic. Sikong raised his eyebrows, squatted down, and pulled out an anti-gravity suit.

Although holes had already been born, and it was pitted and pitted by rats, but Sikong rubbed the anti-gravity suit like he was stroking his lover, and there was a familiar feeling between his fingers.

This type of anti-gravity suit was eliminated 300 years ago.

Because its anti-gravity coefficient is too large, in addition to serious energy consumption, there is an error of plus or minus half a standard gravity.

Such errors are sometimes fatal.

But it was this type of anti-gravity suit that allowed Sikong to survive on Du Hengxing, and it became one of the most important means for him to come back.

Therefore, Sikong sometimes would rather believe in cold machines than wishfully put his sincerity in the warm hearts of people.

After inspecting the core device of the anti-gravity suit, Sikong found that its core device was almost completely destroyed, only a dusty mica sheet still maintained its unique luster.

Sighing, Sikong got up and put the mica piece on his chest.

And in front of Sikong's chest, there is a miniature assembled gravity device, which can double his own gravity.

The assembly principle of such a gravity device is extremely simple, and it is of the same origin as the anti-gravity suit.

After all, the civilization of the empire has long entered the age of the star sea, and almost every household will be equipped with anti-gravity suits, so as to avoid other planets from causing harm to the body due to different gravity.

Observation is practice, life is realm.

It was this common gadget that saved Sikong's life just now, allowing his heart to move down a few millimeters to avoid the bad luck of being pierced.

Sikong seemed to be a scavenger picking up junk, climbing up and down in the mechanical grave, scurrying back and forth, making his face disfigured, his face covered with lubricating oil and dust,

He would be dismayed at the total destruction of a precious piece of machinery, and laugh like a child at the discovery of a usable part.

Simple to focus on.

Or, he is a different kind of genius.

In the civilization of cultivating immortals in his homeland, his immortal root was as weak as a candle, and his aptitude for cultivating immortals was so inferior that he only reached the first level of Qi refining in nine years.

In the imperial civilization, he practiced the super string furnace system, but his aptitude was much better. The speed of practice of the two units reached the elementary level of the first dimension after one year of practice, which was several chips faster than the third level of qi refining.

As for these mechanical creations, assembling and disassembling, Sikong has extraordinary enthusiasm and talent. He has painstakingly taught himself the 'Black Hole Principle' and 'Mechanical Assembly' for five years, and he has deceived the five-dimensional masters. Although luck accounts for a lot of it. Most of it.

It was as if Xiuxian had buried him.

"what?"

Sikong has sharp eyes, and even in the dim twilight, he can still sensitively see a compass the size of a palm, exuding a purple metallic luster, engraved with strange patterns and totems under layers of metal fragments.

"compass?"

The magic weapon with a strong aura of cultivating immortals fell into a pile of mechanical parts without any sense of disobedience.

Pushing aside the piles of metal fragments, Sikong carefully held up the compass.

Looking closer, Sikong realized that this was not a compass, but a sophisticated mechanical device.

In the center of the machine, there is a ball bearing with internal spiral patterns, spiraling out, making people subconsciously focus on it.

Sikong gently moved the bearing, and there was actually a crisp pulley sound. Sikong approached and listened, and the sound of the pulley coincided with a piece of pure music.

Like bells and drums, like a zither, distant and quiet.

"Hundred beads connecting disc?"

Sikong was puzzled, and checked the information database of the second world, and found out that the machine in his hand, named Baizhu Coupling Disk, appeared 500 years ago, and it has almost been lost until now.

Because the assembly and manufacture of the Baizhu coupling disk is extremely complicated and the precision is extremely high, it is difficult to process it even with high-tech machine tools.

Only those old scholars who have been obsessed with machinery for hundreds of years and have devoted their lives to research can make it with extremely low confidence.

As for the function of the Baizhu coupling plate, after Sikong inquired, it turned out to be...

unknown.

An extremely complex and precise instrument, but its efficacy is unknown?

"Hundred beads, compass, complex craftsmanship, unknown..."

Sikong repeatedly pecked at the key words, but was still puzzled, turned the compass over, and then his face froze.

On the reverse side of the compass, someone deliberately wrote '99' with pen and ink, and this kind of pen and ink is a bit glaring black.

Sikong frowned slightly, feeling that this dye was somewhat familiar, so he subconsciously got closer and smelled it.

"is blood!"

Sikong's pupils shrunk to the point of needles, and then he seemed to understand something. Sikong sank his dantian, picked up a metal stick, and used the routine of chaotic cloak knife technique to flatten this pile of mechanical graves.

Then, a plastic woven bag half buried in the soil and half piled up with metal fragments appeared.

On the woven bag, the mottled blood had faded long ago, turning from red to black, leaving only a faint, almost imperceptible smell of blood.

It seems that some time.

Sikong cut it with a sharp metal, and the woven bag cracked with a sound. Then, several pieces of arms, big and small, fell at Sikong's feet. At the fracture, the bones were jagged and full of gaps. It was obvious that they had been hit by blunt objects. break.

Sikong took a breath and looked into the woven bag.

Then, Sikong frowned, and subconsciously looked away.

Although Sikong is not a kind person and shows no mercy when he should kill, he is not a cruel person who kills people like a dog, and he still has a bottom line.

But it was obvious that the tragedy in the woven bag had exceeded Sikong's tolerance.

Colorful fields, lumps of internal organs and flesh, thighs and arms cut off, the head cut into several pieces, and two eyeballs placed intact next to the ears.

Without exception, all the fractures were caused by cutting first with a blunt instrument and then smashing it.

This is a perverted massacre.

The deceased was a male, and he should have been dismembered from his limbs, fully feeling the entire process of being tortured and killed.

Of course, he might have been scared to death during this process.

After a moment of silence, Sikong didn't call the police or notify the Public Security Bureau, nor did he cover up the tragedy, and moved the metal fragments back to their original place.

Instead, after taking a photo with the pupil membrane of the second world interface by accident, he turned around directly, as if he had never seen a broken corpse, and left quickly, wearing his hair.

"Let's go, did you find the parts?"

As the sky was getting light, the night watchman yawned, watched Sikong walk out, and casually chatted about the daily routine.

Unexpectedly, Sikong buried his head, said nothing, walked past indifferently, and disappeared from the eyes of the night watchman after a few blinks.

"Who is this..."

The night watchman was annoyed, complained, and slowly walked into the mechanical grave.

"what!"

A sharp cry pierced the sky, startling the flying birds.

……

Sitting on the planet flight, Sikong looked at the fourth gathering star that was gradually going away, his gaze changed.

In his arms, besides some mechanical parts, there is also the compass.

He spent two hours to cover up his whereabouts and footprints, and even disguised himself, and finally boarded a planetary flight in another city of the fourth gathering star.

He is afraid of trouble.

In other words, he didn't want to get involved with anything about the Central Empire.

If possible, he wished that the imperial civilization would be overthrown and destroyed overnight, and the hatred of the family and the country could only be washed away with blood.

But recalling the tragic situation of the dismembered corpse, he couldn't be hard-hearted and remain indifferent after all.

Therefore, he chose to remain silent.

The fourth gathering star has disappeared from Sikong’s sight, and Sikong fell into thinking for a long time——

"Hundreds of pearls, broken corpses..."

　daily ticket
　　
　
(End of this chapter)