Porter of Two Worlds

It's so cold!

In the rented villa, Bai Yang, who came back from another world, shivered. Only then did he realize that it was almost winter on this side of the earth. Δ(viii) in Δ Wenwang『Δ⒈

The surroundings were dark, obviously it was midnight, after turning on the light, seeing that his body was covered with blood, he felt uncomfortable all over, he threw the blood-striped sword in his hand casually, turned on the air conditioner and rushed to the bathroom.

There was always hot water in the villa. He took off his bloody clothes and threw them into the fully automatic washing machine, and started to rinse himself in a hurry.

For an hour, I used half a bottle of Bai Yang for washing and showering, and then I changed into a set of clean thick clothes with refreshment. I didn't want to wash the clean clothes, and took them out of the washing machine and threw them directly into the trash can.

There were also some bloodstains on the floor of the room, so I found a towel and wiped it clean. I threw the towel into the washing machine and washed it clean. The blood rushed into the sewer, so the towel was no longer needed...

Lie on the bed, turn on the phone to check the time, it is only one o'clock in the middle of the night.

It's estimated that the next week won't pass over there. Wanhualou will definitely become a place of right and wrong. I don't care if you turn the world upside down. It's none of my business. I just take advantage of this time to have a good rest and have fun. Anyway, I am not short of money. Well, it's such a happy decision.

Throwing aside the Wanhualou Blood Lotus Sect, and seeing the blood-striped sword that he casually threw aside before, he was surprised to find that the blood-striped sword actually penetrated the floor, leaving only one hilt stuck on the floor. .

I'll go, how sharp is this? I just throw it away like that.

Shocked in his heart, Bai Yang's mind stretched over and merged into the blood-striped sword, and the long sword flew up again, leaving only a small crack three centimeters long and several millimeters wide on the ground.

The blood-striped sword floated in front of Bai Yang's eyes, and only then did he have time to look at the sword carefully.

The hilt and the sword body are one piece, and the material is the same, it is covered with blood-stained steel. The sword body is three feet long and very thin, only about four millimeters thick by visual inspection.

The long sword forged from blood pattern steel, a semi-finished Shinto sword weapon, looks light and fluffy, but it is so heavy that I can't even lift it. This does not conform to the laws of physics at all. Is it because the metal density of this material is too high or because of the Shinto Why is it so heavy because of the refining technique? The strangest thing is that such a heavy thing can be controlled by my mind like an arm and a finger. Obviously, my mind can only control a weight of about 20 grams...

Puzzled, Bai Yang made a special experiment, put the blood-pattern sword aside, and controlled other things with his mind. That's right, he can only control a weight of ten or twenty grams, and he can't do anything more.

But he can control the blood-striped sword that doesn't know how heavy it is!

It's strange, I don't understand, but there are two reasons for this situation. One is that this metal material can completely fit the mind, and it is integrated with the mind, which makes it possible for me to control this sword like an arm and a finger. Another reason is that this is made by the Shinto refining method, which probably depicts the so-called formation pattern and the like, which goes against science to increase its weight and at the same time perfectly fits my idea...

Thinking in his heart, Bai Yang integrated his thoughts into the blood-striped sword, feeling every part of the sword carefully, but felt that the blood-striped sword was simply a part of his body, without any other manifestations.

Put aside the things you can't figure out, why waste your brain, anyway, the result is that this sword can be controlled by yourself.

With a thought in his heart, his brain was wide open, could he also fly with a sword like the legendary sword fairy?

Just do it when you think of it, turn over, let the blood-striped sword fly up, and float a few centimeters above the ground. Anyway, the blood-striped sword is almost the same as a part of your body, and you are not afraid of cutting your own feet, so you stand on it so carefully !

Then, with a snap, the blood-pattern sword fell to the ground.

No, I can't bear my weight. Yes, although I can use my mind to control the flight of the Bloodstripe Sword, I can't carry myself. It's like I can lift my arm, but I can't lift myself up. It makes sense, but I guess when my mind is strong enough to support my own weight, I will be able to fly with the sword, paralyzed, what else do I need to fly with the sword at that time? I can surround myself with my mind and fly It's...

After thinking about it, these poplars were very depressed.

Then test the sharpness of the blood-striped sword, this one is a fork, the blood-striped sword flew up, the cabinet in the room was torn apart by the blood-striped sword like a piece of paper, the wall was no different from cutting tofu, the kitchen knife was cut in two ...

After some experimentation, he was similar to ransacking a house. He hacked everything he saw. In the end, the whole villa was almost demolished by Bai Yang, but he couldn't find anything that could withstand the sharpness of the blood-striped sword!

That's amazing my brother, is there any god-blocking-killing god within twenty-five meters!

Standing in the messy living room, Bai Yang stretched out his hand to caress the blade of the sword floating in front of his eyes and stared at himself.

Then, I had a cold war, it was so cold, I rushed to the bedroom to cover the quilt to feel more comfortable, and dazzled to see the black token of unknown material that was thrown in the corner together when I threw the blood pattern sword before, Bai Yang, who had a whim, controlled The blood-striped sword to cut the token is also an item refined by the Shinto refining method. Which one is stronger?

It turns out that Bai Yang thought too much. Weapons are weapons after all. Although the token has some magical effects, the material is definitely not comparable to weapons. Under the blood pattern sword, the token was easily cut in half! Then simply chop it into pieces and scrap it.

Nothing special happened, Bai Yang who had played around was also sleepy, stabbed the blood pattern sword into the wall and turned over to sleep...

Early the next morning... um... it was probably past ten o'clock, Bai Yang woke up refreshed, saw the messy room, scratched his head and was speechless, it was all done by himself.

I found my mobile phone, searched for a decoration company, dialed the number and asked the other party to come over and restore the place. It's not bad money, it's worth four or five hundred thousand.

After getting up and washing, he took the clothes washed last night out and threw them into the trash can. The person from the home improvement company came over and explained something. He walked into the garage with the blood-striped sword in his hand, and drove a six-wheeled Mercedes-Benz pickup to leave the villa.

First, I went to the Royal Banquet held by Song Yidao’s house. The waiters were stunned and ate a large table of meals. After eating and drinking enough, I swiped my card to pay the bill, and then drove a Mercedes-Benz pickup to my metal processing factory.

Go to the place and see, I'll go, what's the situation in the deserted place?

Drive the car to the door, and now there are dozens of big guys doing nothing here, now there is only one buddy playing single-player games in the security room at the door, there is no network cable here...

Wang Qingjiang, where are Xiong Da and the others? Why are you alone?

Bai Yang's memory was off the charts, and he remembered the buddy in the security room who stuck out his neck in the car and asked.

It's the boss. Brother Xiong and the others went after those water ghosts. Let me tell you, didn't the gang of water ghosts get caught by the cops last time? After a loss of troops, the water ghost ran away and is chasing everywhere, Brother Xiong and the others are also trying to find a way to chase them, to see if they can take advantage of the fire to rob them.

Wang Qingjiang came to the side of the car and said to Bai Yang.

How long has it been since you gave up? Bai Yang was speechless, and he got out of the car with the blood-pattern sword in his hand, shaking it in front of Wang Qingjiang and said:

It's just you, do you have any titanium alloy leftovers? Get me a scabbard

It's easy, boss, don't worry, it will be ready soon, but boss, where did you get this sword? Why does it look so evil? It looks like there are bloodshots on it, and it looks like it's seeping through.

Wang Qingjiang looked at the blood-striped sword in Bai Yang's hand and said.

You know something about wool. This is an antique that I spent 80 million on. It was just unearthed not long ago, right? Where is there so much nonsense, hurry up and get me a scabbard, it's inconvenient to hold it like this

Bai Yang opened his mouth to talk nonsense, I will tell you this is a sword from another world?

Boss is generous, play with me if you have time... I'd better get the scabbard for the boss first.

Wang Qingjiang grinned and ran to the workshop.

You can't play even if I give it to you

Bai Yang pouted and followed.

After entering the workshop, he saw an electronic scale next to him. Wang Qingjiang put the blood-striped sword on it and weighed it without paying attention. What surprised Bai Yang was that this seemingly light blood-striped sword actually weighed One hundred and forty-five kilograms!

This special/mo is almost three hundred catties, no wonder it can't be lifted, so is it because of the density of the material or the refining method?

Bai Yang was dumbfounded, but the amount of information was too little to understand, and it was impossible for him to use this sword to analyze the material composition, not to mention the origin, who would blame it if it was damaged?

Wang Qingjiang quickly made the scabbard for Bai Yang. He still has a good eye for playing with machinery. Not only is the scabbard just right, he also made some beautiful patterns on it with lasers. After spray-painting and frosting, it matches the blood pattern sword There is no sense of incongruity.

Okay, I'll go first, you can play slowly

After getting the things, Bai Yang was very irresponsible and left.

The blood-striped sword is too heavy for him to hold. It looks like it is inserted in the scabbard, but in fact he is controlling it with his mind, and the weight of a scabbard is only in his hand.

Returning to the car, after thinking for a while, he took out his wallet and found the VIP card that Tang Shiliu had given him. The phone was connected as soon as he called, and a sweet voice asked:

Hello, Mr. Bai, the respected VIP member. May I help you?

Damn it, it's still a Supreme VIP membership card, Tang Shiliu has enough money to spend, and said:

It's like this. I have a sword in my hand. It's a controlled item, but I like it. It's not easy to carry it with me. Find an expert to get me a certificate of art collection or antique collection.

With those certificates, this sword can be carried on planes and trains, even if it is found by the police, Bai Yang still knows this.

Okay Mr. Bai, please provide a photo of the sword and your address, we will send it to you as soon as we finish it

Okay, send it to my place when the time comes

After hanging up the phone, Bai Yang took a picture of the blood-striped sword and sent it to him. Then he thought and thought, what should he do next? (To be continued.)