Mechanical Pioneer Under One Person

This lime was very special. It formed a thick layer on the glasses of Liu Ke's helmet, turning into paste as if it came into contact with water, blocking his vision completely. In a hurry, he couldn't even see clearly with his artificial eye.

As for the yellow water that was vomited out, it was also extremely dangerous. When the last few bullets were fired, they hit the yellow water and dissolved directly.

Fortunately, the fat beggar was in pain from the bullet, his body became hunched, and he vomited yellow water a little shorter. His trick didn't work well, but only eroded a large piece of the cement floor under Liu Ke's feet.

For a moment, Liu Ke couldn't see the person clearly. The fat man was injured and wailing.

But Liu Ke was not panicked. It was okay if he couldn't see clearly. After all, he still had a drone that could serve as a mobile "reconnaissance guard."

"Black wall, drone pull"

Just as he was about to ask Black Wall to move the drone closer, the video stream over there showed that the camera lens was bitten off by the mouth of a beast that suddenly attacked, and the drone lost its signal.

Liu Ke's helmet visor was stained with lime, obstructing his vision. But he was still surrounded by a pink smoke that was definitely not fun. He really didn't dare to remove the helmet, but he didn't have enough Qi left to project a new one.

There was no other way, so he had to wipe the lime off his helmet with his left hand, hold the butt of the gun under his armpit with his right hand, and swing the muzzle, hoping to use the automatic locking function of the smart weapon to try his luck, but it didn't work.

The chaotic encounter was followed by a pause. The fat beggar's howling grew louder and louder, until he howled in agony like a pig about to be slaughtered: "My dear son, this is the man! Come and save your father! Come quickly! If you don't come, we'll both die!"

The fat beggar's voice was so effeminate and miserable that his voice was almost breaking from his cries of pain.

Just after the fat beggar shouted, the sound of running came from the direction of the drone, and a big black dog with bloodshot eyes, panting, and smelly saliva ran towards them.

"Go! Go!" The fat beggar clamped the dog's neck with his left arm and covered the wound with his right hand. He didn't care that the fat was flowing all over his body. He was dragged away by the black dog like a spilled oil truck.

Liu Ke had no choice but to retreat a distance while he was gone. He didn't dare take off his helmet until the pink smoke had cleared. He then took out a Swiss Army knife from his backpack and scraped the quicklime that had clotted on the ground, finally cleaning it up.

He changed the magazine, brushed off the dust and insect corpses on his body, and returned to the maintenance area, following the trail of fat liquid left by the fat beggar.

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The underground tunnel where Liu Ke and the fat beggar were located was very long. The fat beggar who was rescued by the black dog had a bumpy journey and ran for almost half an hour without stopping before he stopped.

When the fat beggar saw his makeshift lotus hut, he climbed onto the straw mat, panting, whimpering and muttering something, and the oily hole in his stomach swirled and "closed" by itself.

He beckoned the black dog over and with a pair of palm-leaf-fan-like hands, he grasped the dog's head. With his right hand, he held it steady. With a flash of evil in his left hand, the fat beggar removed the black dog's left front leg. He didn't care about the bloody appearance and stuffed it directly into his mouth, satisfying his hunger with a few bites.

After he had gnawed the dog's leg, he threw the leg bone away and it turned into black smoke and disappeared.

After eating the leg, the fat beggar stretched his body, felt stronger, and walked slowly to a pile of sacks.

After rummaging through the bags for a long time, he picked out the thinnest human leg with a grin, then walked over to the black dog standing on three legs, and with a touch of his finger, he put the human leg on the dog's broken leg joint.

The fat beggar half-knelt and looked at the man's legs. Seeing black hair slowly growing on them, he felt relieved and wiped the sweat off his face.

This lotus hall is not big. In the center there is an altar with a magic circle painted on it. There are eight or nine sacks leaning against the wall.

The candles on the altar are made of plastic, and the wire hidden under the altar is connected to a power bank, which provides a faint light.

There are three small statues on it. One of them is sitting upright with a straw rope tied around his body; another one has a majestic face with a broken golden bowl in front of him; and the other one is like a Rakshasa, holding a dog in one hand and controlling a little ghost with the other.

Kneeling in front of the mat, the fat beggar bowed respectfully, took out a sack and took out something from it.

He first offered some birthday cakes to the first two little men, then some meat to the Rakshasa, and finally a cigarette to all three.

After the ceremony, the fat beggar started to cry and said, "Oh, my ancestors, please bless me."

After bowing a few times, he cried even harder, not knowing what he was thinking about.

"I spent half a month harvesting tendons, but Zhao Yuan, that bastard, not only refused to accept them, but he also plotted to harm me!"

The fat beggar ripped open his shirt again, pointed at the flesh spirals made by the bullets, and cursed at the three statues: "Our family is almost gone, and today we are attacked again, and you don't even know how to show your spirit to protect me!"

He pointed at Luosha first, drooling, "Those four money-obsessed bastards are the elders of your Wuyi clan, and now they're off to Burma to build a park!"

"They threw away your door statue a long time ago. Do you know what people are worshipping now? They are worshipping Guan Gong!"

He pointed at the straw rope figure again, his anger less intense. "What about you? Your subordinates are all honest people. I see that they are all starving and being chased around by the police. Today I even ran into an old man who knows nothing and has very little flesh on his body."

Finally, looking at the little man with the broken bowl, he said bitterly: "It's all your fault! You had to instigate the ancestors to gather to protect your family, and you also confronted Quan Xing!"

"In the end, it was your family that caused all the trouble, and your family finally reconciled. But what about us? In the end, our inheritance was completely cut off! You're responsible for my fate today!"

Chapter 20: Five Poor Spirits Gathering

After cursing for a while, perhaps because he was tired, the fat beggar took back all the offerings and stuffed them into his mouth, chewing them vigorously.

After chewing for a while, he found it unpalatable, so he spat the residue on the altar, stood up with difficulty, lit the three cigarettes he had offered, and put them in his mouth.

"It has to be this Furong King." Yuan Xian was a crying beggar, but when the cigarette came to his lips, his face immediately calmed down.

After taking a puff of the cigarette butt, the fat beggar turned around and smiled brightly at the magic circle he had drawn with the altar as the center.

This magic circle was drawn with blood and arranged according to the five elements. It looked very simple, but it was gloomy and sinister.

Moving forward, the fat beggar came over with a heavy sack on his hook. When he untied it, he revealed a naked man.

The fat beggar squatted down with great effort, took out a skinning knife from behind his buttocks, looked at the man and said, "You are sleeping soundly, but I, a beggar, will take you to see God."

He made a gesture as if he was going to rip the man open, then suddenly stopped and pulled out a thread-bound book from his pocket. He looked at it for a while, then slapped his forehead and yelled, "Damn, the order is wrong. It's a good thing I didn't open it first."

After kicking the man to the other side, the fat beggar waved his hand and scattered a cloud of pink smoke onto the fire position in the magic circle. He took out a lighter and shook it, and an evil fire burned the smoke and rushed out from the fire position.

He then instructed the black dog to stand at the water level, placed a lotus porcelain bowl on the wooden position, and placed a blood-stained chisel on the gold position.

All that was left was a medium-sized porcelain jar with the fruit in the jar, with only the head exposed with its eyes closed.

The fat beggar narrowed his eyes and spoke softly, like a beautiful lady, "Good boy. As for you, don't think our jar is bad, and we don't mind your age."

"The ones in the formation with you are all veterans of our Yi Gang, genuine artifacts over a hundred years old. When this Five Poverty Transformation Formation is completed, you will be the first generation of altar children under my command. You will live a life free from the constraints of food, drink, and lust, and you can even live for eighty years. Isn't that as blissful as an immortal?"

"As for me, I can enjoy the good life too~"

Guo'er was dizzy and naturally couldn't agree. But the fat beggar pretended to hold his head high, his eyebrows drooping, as if he had heard the answer, and said kindly: "Since you are silent, I will agree for you!"

After saying that, he bent down, took out a few bundles of rotten firewood from the sack, and piled them under the jar.

"Don't blame me for being cruel. You are quite old, but you want to enjoy the immortal truth in our era. Naturally, you will have to suffer more."

"You are not firmly occupying this earth position. You need to use fire to burn out some earth energy to help, and at the same time burn away the Yin Lao water evil."

"Only those who endure the most difficult hardships can become the best! Endure for half an hour, my dear child, and you will become an immortal!"

“This is all a blessing.”

The fat beggar with his big red mouth was panting and he stood up with great effort. He touched his sleeves and waist, but found that his lighter had fallen on the fire array. He had to wipe the sweat off his face and move over.

At this moment, he suddenly stood up, stiffened his neck, looked towards the south, touched his head, and looked surprised.

"What's that sound? It's nothing."

Before he could finish his words, he saw a sniper bullet with a blue light flying towards him and hitting the fat beggar in the abdomen.

With a puff, a big blood hole appeared.

[Nakamata] is a technically charged sniper rifle, and the bullet Liu Ke just shot has already been charged.

Unlike assault rifles that focus on accuracy, Nekomata's charged shots focus on destructive power. Even if it doesn't hit the head, the effect is still real.

The fat beggar's stomach was broken, and his intestines were rotten, pressing on the altar, causing the altar to fall down, and the three little offerings were scattered around him.

Before, the fat beggar could use the fat in his stomach to squeeze the bullet out, but where is the fat in his stomach now?

Wherever the bullet pierced, the fat was melted away by the heat of the bullet's impact, and he could even smell the odor of oil and meat.

His stomach, intestines, and part of his liver were pierced, and a feeling of weakness surged from his abdomen to his entire body.

The fat beggar couldn't find the enemy, nor did he want to. The excruciating pain made his breathing quicken, his face contorted. He felt it was becoming increasingly difficult to breathe. As his stomach began to tremble, the wound, scorched by the bullet's kinetic energy, began to ooze blood like a stream.

The blood seemed to be attracted and continued to move along the outline of the magic circle, emitting a faint dark light.

When the fat beggar saw the magic circle start to work, he really panicked and wanted to catch the man who was kicked to the ground by him.

But his fat body had long since lost its strength, and he could not move. As the blood began to flow out of his body at an accelerated rate, the magic circle became more and more vivid, and it seemed as if someone was grabbing his crown.

Feeling his Qi dwindle and his body go numb, he realized that this formation had treated him like a blood sacrifice. Knowing his life was coming to an end, the fat beggar cried out with bloodshot eyes, "Fuck you! Fuck you! Ugh! Ah! Ah! If you don't let me live, then neither will you!"

Death was approaching. The fat beggar took a last breath from his dantian and roared. Then he muttered something and walked over to him, controlling the black dog.

"My dear son, I'm unlucky. I fell into the hands of a shameless villain who shot me from behind. He has no moral integrity at all!"

"I, your father, can't live any longer. I don't want to live any longer. I'll just leave you here to suffer."

"But there's only one thing to do. Find that bastard and eat him alive! Do you understand?"

He pressed the dog's head against his wound viciously. The black dog, with bloodshot eyes, began to gnaw on the fat beggar's internal organs like crazy.

Heart, lungs, liver, spleen, and kidneys.

Fire, metal, wood, earth, water.

The dog chewed up the fat beggar's entrails one by one and devoured them. The five elements of the magic circle were in operation. As the evil fire weakened, the lotus bowl cracked, and the chisel broke, Guo'er's face turned increasingly pale. The energy gathered by the magic circle began to gather towards the black dog through the blood.

Slowly, the fat beggar's flesh shrank away, leaving only a piece of skin hanging on the ground.

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Liu Ke saw through the eyepiece that he had hit the target, and he felt relieved. He put down the sniper and walked towards the fat beggar from a few hundred meters away.

He deliberately didn't shoot the man in the head with a sniper rifle, just to subdue him and interrogate him.

But the more he walked, the more he felt something was wrong. His artificial eye saw the other party's strange behavior from afar.

What are you doing? Are you dying? Holding a dog and letting it chew you?

No? Brother? If you're that ruthless, you can accomplish anything. Why do you have to be a villain?

If you're not fatally wounded, why not just lie down and wait? Would you rather die than surrender?

……

You have earned 50 Karma Points.

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Liu Ke looked over there with a rather stiff expression, feeling that it was outrageous. He had thought he had secured victory, but who knew that he had only just held a memorial for that beggar.

Is the psychological endurance of aliens so poor? The clues to the human trafficking gang that we finally found are about to be lost again!

And...something was wrong, definitely not right. Was this guy going to do something really bad?

When Liu Ke was halfway through his run, he saw the "dog" standing up. Then, the black dog skin on its body was lifted up by itself and thrown into the air.

An old beggar in green, ripped clothes emerged from under the dog's skin. He looked identical to the photo Captain Cong had given Liu Ke. But as soon as the old beggar appeared, the blood from the surrounding magic circle enveloped him, melting his clothes and flesh, squeezing him into the shape of a dog like a rolling mill.

As the dog skin fell onto its body again, evil patterns appeared like stitches, fusing the two together.