The Ninth Secret Bureau

This evil weapon...No, from the appearance, it is more appropriate to call it a weapon.

After dismantling the bandage full of Fu Lu, Chen Xian was able to see the full picture of the weapon.

It is like a strange combination of a hand saw and a machete. The blade is about 80 cm to 90 cm long, about 50 cm wide, and three fingers wide. The whole body is dull jet black with many mottled marks. Chen Xianguang is You can feel its weight just by looking at it.

This hideous weapon resembles a knife like a saw. In terms of overall outline and coordination of proportions, it resembles the kind of bone chopping knife used by chefs, but on the side of the blade, there are dense serrations. Half of a finger was as long as there were many deep red and black rust stains on it, and a strong pungent **** smell spread out.

There is a strange metal part between the jet black blade and the metal handle as a connection, which seems to be similar to the principle of a folding knife. The handle has been turned over. If it is fully expanded, the length of this weapon may reach about 1.7 meters.

The thing that caught Chen Xian the most was the back of this weapon.

It was an extremely weird object, like a long rotten piece of meat, with obvious muscle texture, like a U-shaped baffle protecting the back of the knife, covering the back of the knife tightly, without showing any metal. True colors.

When Chen Xian carefully observed this weapon, the long strips of rotten flesh on the back of the knife squirmed suddenly, just like the relaxation and tightening of human muscles, and Chen Xian's heart was tightened.

Is this weapon alive? ?

Although this idea is unrealistic, Chen Xian really thinks so.

This hideous weapon highlights the violent aesthetics everywhere. The serrated bloodstains and mottled rust are combined into one. The rotten flesh is connected to the black blade. The weird and terrifying look... makes Chen Xian became more interested!

Perhaps this is Chen Xian's hidden taste.

"How? It looks interesting, right?" The old liar said with a smile, seeming to be very satisfied with his collection.

"Interesting... I have never met a weapon that I like so much..." Chen Xian replied without raising his head, his eyes kept on this weapon, his tone of voice was slight. Don't hide your love for it.

The old liar touched the beard of his chin, looked at Chen Xian with a weird expression, as if thinking about something.

After a while, he suddenly asked: "Do you want to show it out?"

"Can you?" Chen Xian was taken aback.

The old liar nodded: "Try it out. If you feel it threatens you, then I don't suggest you buy it."

Hearing this, Chen Xian did not hesitate and stretched out his hand to grasp the handle of the knife.

He is not afraid of threats at all.

What is there to be afraid of for a person who will never die?

"It doesn't seem to be anything..." Chen Xian said, carefully feeling the changes in his body, and then slowly lifted this hideous weapon.

This weapon is surprisingly heavy, and I don’t know what kind of material it is made of. The density of the metal should be very high. The weight in the hand is at least about two hundred catties, but this weight is very important to Chen Xian. Not much to say.

Of course, compared with the magical weapons he had bought in the past, this sly weapon is completely overweight and overweight, but Chen Xian just likes this. The heavy weapon feels handy to him, and it feels too light to play in his heart. Instead, there is no bottom.

Chen Xian held the hilt tightly in his hand and waved it a few times at random. After feeling the calm feedback, he couldn't help but love the weapon even more.

But soon, Chen Xian found something wrong. The metal handle of the knife was stuck to his palm without warning, as if it had been coated with all-purpose glue.

"Why is it stuck?" Chen Xian was puzzled.

Before the old liar could answer, Chen Xian suddenly felt cold, as if a lot of things had been lost from his body, and extended his arm to the hilt of the knife...it seemed to be sucked away by this weapon. .

Is this the blood that the old liar mentioned? ?

Chen Xian frowned. Although his expression was a bit solemn, he was not nervous or afraid, because he knew very well how strong his self-healing ability was.

"It's sucking your blood." The old liar approached Chen Xian, carefully observing every change in him, with a little worry in his eyes, "How do you feel? Can you hold it?"

"It feels okay."

Chen Xian said this lightly, as if the lost essence and blood belonged to others, anyway, this weapon could not be put down for the time being, so he picked it up again and began to take a closer look, or rather... admire it.

While sucking his blood, the rotten flesh on the back of the knife was also wriggling, looking a little disgusting, like a scarlet maggot parasitic on the back of a metal knife.

"You feel okay?" The old liar looked at Chen Xian confusedly, and said hurriedly, "If you feel uncomfortable, don't be aggressive, don't you kid..."

Before the old liar could finish speaking, Chen Xian suddenly interrupted him, as if he had discovered something, his tone was a little puzzled: "Master Ge, how did this piece of meat turn black?"

"It's dark?" The old liar was taken aback, and hurriedly looked down.

The blood-colored rotten flesh on the back of the knife, like a maggot, was turning black at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it was also declining rapidly.

"That's not right..." The old liar was a little confused, muttering eloquently, "I remember that German guy's notes didn't say that. He said that the more blood and blood this weapon absorbed, the more the parasites on the back of the knife. The flesh will become redder, why have you turned black?"

"How do I know?" Chen Xian also looked very depressed. He said that this was obviously what you were selling, and you knew better than me. As a result, you turned your head and asked me?

The old liar carefully looked at the changes in that piece of rotten flesh, and said with a cautious tone: "Your essence and blood are not poisonous, right?"

Chen Xian's face turned black: "Are you a personal attack?"

"I didn't mean that, am I not analyzing..." the old liar muttered.

This trick weapon sucked blood for a long time. From the beginning to now, it lasted at least nearly ten minutes. In the end, Chen Xian was also a little uncomfortable. His face was as white as paper, and he was a little shaky. .

Seeing this, the old liar hurriedly found a chair for him to sit on.

"Why don't I get it down for you?" The old liar looked at him worriedly, and persuaded him bitterly, "Don't try to break your body for a while, it's not that easy to replenish your blood!"

Chen Xian shook his head and said no, it shouldn't be long before.

He is the person involved, and is most sensitive to changes in his body. He can feel that the rate of blood loss is slowing down. It may be that this evil weapon is about to be eaten.

Whether Chen Xian's blood is poisonous or not, he himself is not sure, but it is certain that his blood is not much the same as that of ordinary strangers. This evil weapon change is the biggest proof.

The blood-colored rotten flesh that was still wriggling on the back of the knife at this moment did not move, as if it were dead, completely shriveled down, completely invisible to the previous weird look, but like the ridges specially made when casting the blade. Thick ribs exude a unique luster of metal under the incandescent lamp.

Is this meat or metal?

I thought it was alive before...Why is it dead now?

Is my blood really poisonous?

"It seems to have stopped."

Chen Xian said suddenly, lowered his head and glanced at the handle of the knife, and found that the previous sense of confinement had disappeared, so he tentatively released his palm slowly.

Sure enough, the handle of the knife and the palm of the hand have been separated smoothly, and it is hard to see that it was still stuck in the previous second.

"How do you feel?" The old liar asked this question like a doctor.

"feel good."

Chen Xian replied calmly, then carefully erected the weapon, and soon found a metal button at the connection between the hilt and the blade.

He pressed it lightly with curiosity, and the handle seemed to be equipped with spring-like parts. With a chuckle, the blade instantly bounced back, and the entire weapon stretched to its longest state.

Chen Xian held the handle of the knife and stood up and waved it a few times. It felt smoother than the previous folded state, as if it was tailored for Chen Xian. The unparalleled sense of holding instantly made him fall in love with it.

At this moment, there was a ticking sound of water in the room, and on the terrifying jagged teeth of the weapon, many black water beads appeared without warning, and they continued to fall down the gap between the teeth. Dripping, exuding an extremely pungent **** smell.

This phenomenon made the old liar somewhat unexpected.

"What's going on...I haven't heard that it will emit black water..."

Chen Xian didn't make a sound, the expression on his face was a bit weird, because he felt that these black drops of water looked familiar to him, as if he had only seen it somewhere not long ago.

He recalled for a while, his eyes suddenly became suspicious.

These black water...

Why is it a bit like the nutrient solution in a mental hospital?