The rain of garbage in the sky finally stopped, and the scavengers who had been waiting for help immediately rushed to the garbage dump with weapons and containers. This time, there were no appraisers to inspect, no managers to search first, and of course, no one opened the door. .
The small entrance to the garbage dump was forcibly opened, and thousands of people poured into the garbage dump from eight directions.
Facing a garbage dump that is equivalent to a large community, the scale of a thousand people is really not too much. Not long after entering, everyone has completely dispersed.
Feng Xue opened her eyes and glanced around, and her eyes were filled with various elements. Feng Xue now felt as if she had entered Scrooge's vault. The impact of gold everywhere, the feeling of competing for time with others before. A scavenger hunt that requires careful searching is not even worthy of carrying shoes.
Feng Xue didn't bother to check them one by one. When she saw something with elements, she threw it into the cardboard box in front of her. While kicking the box forward, she smelted the miniature items in the cardboard box directly.
Information about success and failure flashed in front of Feng Xue's eyes, but he didn't care. During the period of raising Chen Xiyao, he killed many bad omens, and accumulated [knowledge] with personal marks on his body. Although it does not become an astronomical figure, there are still hundreds of thousands, not to mention that most of the previous flight omens that crashed into the garbage vortex fell into the garbage dump. It's a big pen, and a fake artifact only costs 5 towers when smelted, drizzle!
Each element was stored in Goldfinger, and the previous impact began to slowly decline. How can I put it, although it is very cool to pick up gold all over the floor, but in terms of excitement and tension, it is still more like a treasure hunt game. Better——
Now Feng Xue is so focused on smelting that he doesn't even have time to look at what the elements are.
Of course, if Feng Xue had to choose, he would still choose a situation where he could easily pick up a bunch of treasures. In the face of interest, survival is the first priority.
Unlike the garbage dumps that he had explored before, the landform of this garbage dump was not flat at this time. Instead, it could be said to be rugged due to the accumulation of various large pieces of garbage. This also made Feng Xue realize that the landforms in the past that were so flat that The vast environment is not a characteristic of a landfill, but a scene after a team of managers have cleaned it up.
After all, after collecting most of the real objects, phantom objects and books, it is no wonder that it looks like it has been plowed by a tractor.
And now, half of the tail of the plane stuck upside down on the ground, the sharp cones piled high like a hill, the lake full of black liquid whose specific composition is unknown, and of course the time spent sleeping in the garbage is indispensable. those.
These newcomers seemed to be protected by some kind of power. Although Feng Xue could see everyone clearly, he could not really contact them. This state was expected to last until they woke up naturally.
"I just don't know if there is a setting of 'the better the qualifications, the earlier you wake up'. If there is such a rule, it would not be difficult to explain the recruitment of new members by the manager gang."
Feng Xue muttered as she walked through various "post-modern artworks" made entirely of garbage, and from time to time she passed by her colleagues in her field of vision.
He could see someone dragging a rake for plowing and rummaging through the garbage, and someone waving a shovel constantly to throw away the piled garbage, and then look for the real thing among the flying garbage.
But what surprised Feng Xue was that after these people found the real thing, they would not impatiently absorb it like the poor people in the landfill before. Instead, they would carefully pack it up and then continue the next step.
This is obviously not because it is a waste of time to absorb [consciousness]. These people who can travel through the wild will not lack the slightest bit of [consciousness].
"Does it look like you plan to use [Consciousness] in other places?" Feng Xue couldn't help but think of how she used "Golden Water" and "Seed of Omen" to make the corpse into an omen. In the same way, if she has the corresponding With knowledge, can we transfer the [consciousness] of the real object to the fake object and turn it into an illusion?
In a sense, Feng Xue's golden finger has such a function, so can other casting tags provide similar effects?
Although this was just a speculation, Feng Xue somehow felt that the possibility was very high, but then, when he once again saw a time traveler sleeping soundly in the garbage heap, he couldn't help but have a new idea.
Maybe this matter is not that complicated, but simply a ration prepared for these unlucky people?
Thinking of this, Feng Xue suddenly shook his head. He always felt that these people should not be so kind, or in other words, even if they really showed good deeds, they must have some purpose.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look down at the cardboard box in front of him. As he walked along, he also piled up a lot of real objects in the cardboard box - he didn't choose at all, he simply put them in areas where the elements were densely packed. In the box, click on the gold finger and smelt it. What can be decomposed is a fake, and what cannot be decomposed is a real thing.
"Anyway, I'll just follow what others are doing." Feng Xue thought so, and stopped worrying about the details, and continued to start his element collection plan.
It is worth mentioning that even though everyone carries a lot of real objects with them, these people keep their distance rationally and have no intention of competing. However, if you think about it carefully, it is not impossible to understand that at this time Those who came here are not weak. If there is a fight, it is not necessarily who will win. We are not poor people who will starve to death without a bite of the real thing. Peaceful development is better than risking our lives.
But just at this moment, a roar suddenly came from nowhere, and then, Feng Xue discovered that all the colleagues in the field of vision reached out and pulled out their weapons.
"Is this about to start a fight?" Feng Xue stretched out his hand to put on his hood, and the suffocating blade had popped out of his cuffs. He looked at several of his colleagues warily, but found that they had no intention of fighting each other. Instead, they turned their attention to In the direction of the garbage dump wall.
Feng Xue's confusion did not last long, because soon, the person he was about to fight appeared at the end of his field of vision——
Bad omen.
Now that those flying omens have fallen for a long time, these walking omens have finally arrived at the garbage dump. They wantonly eat the garbage on the ground, whether it is fake or real objects, or those The fallen ominous corpses are all treated equally.
At this time, Feng Xue also roughly understood why these people were so restrained. After all, it is better to have these things taken away by their peers than to get these things cheaply!
After all, this bad omen thing really gets stronger the more you eat it!
