"My senior brother, he said he could do it. I didn't force him to do my job."
Dumu didn't seem to feel any shame for leaving Yang Guan alone to pick up things.
"Oh! So that means you still have an unfinished job there?"
No answer.
"Well, yes, there is a 'Heritage Expo', which is held every autumn. I am responsible for some of the customers."
When Dumu mentioned the "jobs" he had had, he didn't seem to have any "sense of responsibility" to "start well and finish well."
"I heard the Taoist master talk about collecting relics, and I also heard that there is a 'Relic Expo'. It's really curious!"
Wuchu mentioned the Taoist master and lit the tree on fire.
"Well, master, he..."
Dumu also felt that he had changed from worshiping Taoist Master Xinwu as his teacher to worshiping the Evil Lord Jifu as his teacher. Bottom line, he felt guilty, so he could not continue.
"Oh, you still remember that the Taoist Master was your master! I would like to 'thank you' for him for your 'apprentice' for your thoughtfulness!"
Wuchu retorted on Xinwu's behalf, making fun of this bad disciple who left the school privately.
"this……"
Dumu felt that his head was covered with sweat, and he didn't know what to say.
"Since you have recognized the Taoist master as your master, I have always had a good relationship with your master. How about this, I am also more interested in the 'Relics Expo' and want to see how great the 'Relics Expo' is. It’s amazing… How about we all go and take a look?”
When Wuchu suddenly said these words, Jifu had already felt that "danger" was approaching.
"this……"
Dumu still didn't know how to answer.
"Okay! If you don't say anything, you just agreed! Well, this matter has been decided happily! Let's go!"
Mude finished his answer for Dumu, whose mouth seemed to be frozen, and then began to recite:
"No one can come out, no one can come out! Everyone here, go back to the things you picked up before Dumu came to sing the Phoenix!"
The light of the electric stone flashed and the verses fell.
The three of them, including Du Mu, Yao Qiao, and Ji Fu, together with Wu Chu, all appeared on the land where the items were found. They landed impartially outside the green-skinned train, together with a group of people. Holding all kinds of strange things in their hands, they crowded toward the car door.
"It's too heavy, I'll put it at the door first!"
"Be careful with mine! Don't break it!"
"Can you please queue up for me? I'm in a hurry!"
…
There were a lot of chatter, and a crowd of people behind them were all blocked by the tall figure of a man, but the thin and broken voices came from behind him, which made people upset.
The man carefully put down the things in his hands, stopped, turned around, and blocked the footsteps that seemed to be swarming in.
"Okay, okay! Don't squeeze in. It's right here. Everyone, line up and hand it over one by one. After handing one over, hurry up and get the next one out. Don't be in a hurry!"
"Take mine first, mine, take mine first!"
"Don't squeeze! Who's responsible if it gets damaged? Come one by one, I said don't squeeze! You, I'm talking about you! Why are you so anxious? We're open now!"
The man began to increase his volume and tried to maintain order here.
"Alright!...Next one!"
Dumu pointed at the man and introduced Muchu:
"He is my senior brother Yang Guan, the great disciple of the Taoist Master."
This group of people is very powerful. Some people squeeze in, some squeeze in, some take things, and some give things.
And, in the end, this group of people squeezed out all three Jifu masters, including Muchu.
"Hey! Xinwu..."
Wu Chu thought to himself that he knew Xin Wu was on this green train, but he didn't want to let all of them know this.
Besides, these people who live a life of scavenging are really unique in their own way:
No one wears the same clothes: everyone wears clothes in a variety of styles, fabrics, and mix-and-match elements. Aesthetically speaking, one can almost list an ancient sect:
"Beggars' Gang", and all of them are "Dirty Clothes Sect".
No two people are "hand in hand". It seems that everyone here deeply dislikes each other and keeps a distance of more than one meter from each other. It is not at all like the crowd outside the green train carriage just now. .
No one's face is full of sunshine. It seems that everyone has a "sorrow" that cannot be shaken off. Each of them has buried their thoughts for ten thousand years. Every step they take on the road is extremely heavy; and their eyes are constantly "scanning". , "Search" mode, wherever they pass, nothing will be left except dust, as long as it is not deeply related to the ground here by welding, casting, and rivets.
On the roadside, there are some stalls with various defective goods on them. The sellers sit cross-legged and nervously protect the goods on their stalls, for fear that these people will throw them away as soon as they "sweep" them. One or two.
Dumu led them and followed behind this group of people. As he walked, he introduced:
"On both sides of this road, there are second-hand flea markets with the highest prices in the scavenger market. The things look good on the surface, but they are all fakes. Without ten or eight years of experience, it is impossible to identify them. So, Most of the people who come here to buy things are wrongdoers."
Wuchu took a look, and saw that the various objects placed on these stalls were really diverse. They were used by humans and animals in the sky and on the earth, and they were all dazzling.
Among this bunch of stalls, there was one person who was the most peculiar and attracted Mude's attention.
Because this stall owner was dirty all over, with a big, snake-like mess of hair that had not been washed for a thousand years and was stuck like a felt. He was wrapped in a piece of cloth, which could barely be called clothes, at least it covered the man. dignity.
What about the goods? But he didn't show any tricks at all and just sat alone on the ground.
The stall next to him had at least some things on it, while his was an empty space with nothing, and he was sitting there cross-legged, looking like a "thinker" philosopher, a bit like the historical Heshi wall seller. That silly Bian He who was looking for the rough stone, however, both of his feet were still fine, and there was no rough stone in front of him as he had imagined.
Wuchu became very interested in this person, so he stepped forward and asked:
"Excuse me, what are you selling?"
"Loneliness, the ultimate."
It only took a second to get close to this person, but an uncontrollable smell of various human excretions and secretions floated over and went straight to the nostrils.
Wuchu couldn't help but be "smoked" and took a few steps back, as if he had just suffered a "chemical weapons attack."
"Why don't you take a shower when you come out!?"
Mude frowned, covered his nose, and asked in a strange voice.
"Don't ask me why I don't take a shower, I just want to smell people."
Unexpectedly, this person answered with a very "philosophical" sentence, which made Wu Chu forget the poisonous effects of his "strong" bio-pheromone.
