Guliu District.
Huayang Waste Recycling Station.
Inside the two-meter-high gray-white wall, there are piles of wine bottles, cardboard boxes, cans, broken boards and other sundries.
The narrow passage that only allowed three people to pass through side by side left many stains and water stains from various sources that could not be identified.
There is a complex and unpleasant smell in the air, and you will get a new olfactory experience every ten meters you walk.
And inside the green iron awning at the end of the passage, among the piles of various kinds of waste, there were dozens of terrifying monsters with ferocious auras.
They may be skinny human heads with flying hair and closed eyes.
Or a middle-aged man with exposed ribs that move like spider limbs.
Or a straight black girl with scarlet eyes on her face.
…
Or there are various weird things that look like an octopus, a sheep's head and a deer's body, a toilet with sharp teeth, etc. that are incompatible with humans.
But no matter what their appearance is, all monsters have extraordinary momentum, and the weakest ones can reach the white-shirt level.
The strongest three are the middle-aged man with exposed ribs, the straight girl with black eyes, and the jagged toilet monster, all of whom have reached the red level.
But standing at the center of all the weirdness, hosting the party was a Yellow Pages-level tumbler.
The height of the roly-poly is only 20 centimeters. It is a festive bright red and looks like the God of Wealth. It wears a black gauze hat and has a big smile on its face. It holds a scroll in its hand with four golden characters written on it: "wealth is rolling in".
Because he is relatively short, in order to allow all the monsters on the scene to see him.
He specifically sat on the head of the minotaur with flying long hair.
The minotaur closed its eyes and had no problem with this.
The tumbler stood firmly on its head, not swaying from side to side.
As one of the few weirdos who can speak directly, the God of Wealth Tumbler loudly preached in an extremely enthusiastic tone:
“Brothers, sisters and compatriots present, since you are coming here, you must have received our advance notification.
To be honest, not every creep is eligible for notifications from us.
You only need to look at the companions around you to know that all those who can come here are the elites among our weirdos.
Compared with those confused beasts who only know how to kill and devour, you are outstanding evolvers.
Not only do they maintain a certain level of consciousness and can communicate with each other, but they are also very powerful in combat.
And the most important thing is that you followed the instructions of the message and came here to complete the rendezvous.
Congratulations my friends, you have taken the first step to success! The bright future is now at your feet! "
Listening to the inflammatory words of the God of Wealth, there was a commotion in the audience.
Then the straight girl with black eyes asked in a voice as clear as water:
"So Mr. Roly-poly, is it time to tell us the purpose of the party?"
The commotion at the scene stopped immediately, and all the weird people looked at him.
The God of Wealth Tumbler said with a smile:
"Don't be anxious, everyone. Since I asked you to come here, I am definitely not looking for trouble and deliberately teasing everyone.
I think you should also know that I organized this party on behalf of four adults: Master Muxiang, Master Mengnu, Master Puppet, and Master Eight Arms.
And what I am going to say next will represent the will of the four adults.
Now ten years have passed since the resurgence of the supernatural power. Although we have many more companions, the base of human beings is so huge that the number of practitioners far exceeds ours.
Over the years, we often hear about which Yellow Pages level members have been killed and which foreign lands have been conquered. On the other hand, very few practitioners have died under our hands. Most of them have committed their own sins and become fallen species.
If things continue like this, it will be difficult for our weird tribe to get ahead.
In order to change this situation, the four adults decided to follow the example of human practitioners and establish their own organization.
We will gather a group of sane and powerful monsters as the initial members of the organization.
After joining the organization, you will not only be protected by the four adults, but you will also be able to refer to each other with many companions in the organization.
When you go hunting in the future, you no longer have to worry about being yelled at by the practitioners.
Even if you encounter an opponent that you can't solve, you don't have to run away hastily and be isolated and helpless like before.
You are all weirdos with a backing, and your companions and four adults in the organization will be your most solid backing.
And as the elders of the organization, you will all have the power to recruit subordinates.
The more you recruit and the stronger your strength, the more rewards the four adults will give you.
This is a power that belongs exclusively to the initial members of the organization. If you miss it, you will lose it. "
As soon as the God of Wealth Tumbler finished speaking, buzzing discussion immediately erupted on the scene.
Many voices and even spiritual ideas continued to spread at the scene, colliding with each other, communicating and discussing:
"The opinions of the four adults are all reliable. We weirdos really need to establish an organization."
"Yes, I stole a child yesterday, and before I could eat it, a passing practitioner broke one of its legs. Fortunately, I grew ten legs, so I didn't fall into his hands."
"Don't mention it. I was seriously injured by Wei Cang from the Civil Security Bureau in July. The injury has not fully recovered to this day. I will definitely take revenge when I join the organization!"
"I've had enough of stealing pigs to eat every day! I want to eat fresh humans! I want to eat delicious nightclub girls!"
"Ah, girls in nightclubs taste very mixed. Brother, you haven't eaten anything good, have you? I'll take you to the kindergarten for a good meal some other time."
…
The place was noisy and buzzing.
And soon, a middle-aged man with exposed ribs, one of the three red-coat-level men, stood up on the spot.
Seeing him coming forward, the voice immediately dropped, and soon turned into silence.
The middle-aged man with exposed ribs looked at the God of Wealth Tumbler and said slowly:
“I support the establishment of our own organization, but there are still many details worth discussing.
The first is status.
Even if everyone is an initial member, the gap in strength is there, and it is impossible for both white-shirted and red-shirted levels to enjoy the same rights.
Secondly, how are the obligations of the organization to its members defined?
In your lecture just now, I only saw rights, but not obligations. Regarding obligations, we should be more clear, right?
Finally, there is the mutual aid mechanism of the organization.
I understand the idea of the four adults uniting the monsters to compete for the living space of humans. I wholeheartedly support this idea, but since the essence of the organization is mutual aid, it is for self-protection and to prevent being hunted by practitioners, then this mutual aid mechanism is You have to talk about it properly.
As we all know, practitioners are now so powerful that if we want to eat something, we have to do it secretly to prevent being caught by the practitioners.
There are even some compatriots who hang out around slaughterhouses and cemeteries for a long time, accompanying various ghosts in the water every day.
As predators, we should not be so humble, but the situation is such that we have to restrain ourselves.
Now that we have formed a mutual aid organization, we can support each other and jointly resist foreign enemies. The idea is indeed wonderful, but problems also arise -
How do you ensure that when you provide support, you will not be surrounded by practitioners?
How to ensure that practitioners will not follow the clues and catch them all?
How to ensure that future gatherings are not leaked to the public? Is member information not captured by the outside world?
If he accidentally bumped into a practitioner and died, that would be fine. If he died because of one of his own mistakes, that would be too stupid! "
When the God of Wealth Tumbler heard these questions, the smile on his face became even brighter.
It’s a good thing to have doubts. Having doubts means that people are really planning to join in.
However, before he could open his mouth to explain, the man in red with a serrated toilet seat and plump lips suddenly interrupted:
"Master Muxiang, Master Puppet, and Master Eight Arms, as black shadows, have become our immediate superiors. I have no doubts. But Mengnu has only been promoted to the red class, so why should she give us orders?"
As soon as this question came out, the surroundings were silent for a moment.
Although many weirdos have not stated it explicitly, they are quite critical of it in their hearts.
Like humans, monsters respect strength.
Without experience in actual combat, it is natural to listen to whoever has a higher level.
The red class may be powerful, but it is not as intimidating as the black shadow class.
However, before the God of Wealth roly-poly had time to speak, the straight girl with black eyes scolded him:
"Are you worthy enough to question Lady Mengnu?
Even though everyone is at the red level, there is also a huge gap between the red level and the red level.
Not to mention that the Dream Girl usually moves in dreams, making it difficult for outsiders to track and hunt her.
Just talking about the speed of promotion, according to the information I have, it only took less than two months for Lady Mengnu to become a red-coat level.
You old toilet, it took you several years to get to the red level. Who gave you the courage to question Lady Mengnu? "
The toilet monster was silent.
There were whispers all around again.
The middle-aged man with exposed ribs suddenly asked:
"Speaking of this, I suddenly thought that it is rumored that Mr. Mother Alley is being hunted by the Civil Security Bureau recently. It is said that several people in the sub-alleys below have died?"
Hearing this, the God of Wealth's eyes suddenly lit up.
Twice in a row, I have been upstaged by others. This time, I want to see who else dares to take over from me!
Just as he was about to speak, there was suddenly a sound of footsteps outside the house.
This steady and dignified footsteps not only interrupted the God of Wealth's attention, but also attracted the attention of all the weirdos on the scene.
Dozens of monsters all turned to look at the door of the awning.
In the deep darkness, a figure that was not burly was slowly revealed.
"Humanity!"
"It's human!!"
When the monsters saw the Blue Knight outside, they suddenly became commotion.
Many monsters that have been eating pig semen all year round are drooling.
Immediately, a white-shirted class standing closest to the outside could no longer hold back the desire in his heart and rushed towards him with a roar.
Then he saw the figure in front of him raising his head slightly.
The moment the eyes came——
"boom!"
It was like a cannonball falling into the field.
The octopus-shaped white shirt exploded instantly.
Countless juice remains splashed.
The lasing broken tentacles even penetrated several white-shirted people nearby.
They looked at the huge hole in their body and dissipated into black smoke in disbelief.
Seeing this scene, all the remaining monsters were as if they had been cast a immobilization spell and did not dare to move.
The Blue Knight walked forward step by step, his steps were slow and slow, as if he was taking a walk.
As he approached, the temperature in the iron awning dropped sharply.
Invisible pressure shrouded all the weird hearts, gradually stacking up and building up, just like the piled up waste next to them, teetering on the edge and about to collapse at any time.
And just when the tense atmosphere on the field was about to completely collapse, the visitor suddenly spoke up and asked in a low tone:
"Have you seen anyone selling batteries for electric vehicles? Valve-regulated sealed lead-acid batteries, 48V12AH, item number 4812, brand Tianneng, dimensions 151X100X100, net weight one kilogram...do you know?"
Su Mo looked at the dozens of oddly shaped monsters all over the place.
Suddenly smiled.
Said to himself:
"What am I thinking? Most of the weirdos can't speak. Asking them would be better than asking a dog on the roadside."
Su Mo's eyes quickly became indifferent:
"Then there's no point keeping you here."
The terrifying mental power suddenly gathered and turned into a giant palm, which was photographed on the spot.
"I vote-"
"boom!"
The incandescent lights on the roof kept swaying as the wind howled.
But there were mountains of crumbling scrap piles all around, but not one of them fell.
On the contrary, almost all the dozens of strange monsters that were originally in the open space in the middle disappeared.
The substantial palm turned into smoke and dissipated, revealing the God of Wealth tumbler that was almost held down between the fingers.
There was silence all around, and the originally crowded scene was now empty.
The God of Wealth's eyes looked dull as he watched this scene.
He never expected that he would finally summon countless elite monsters.
It was all gone so suddenly?
"What were you talking about just now?"
Su Mo stared at him expressionlessly.
The God of Wealth Tumbler's body shook violently, and he immediately came back to his senses from his sluggishness.
Looking at Su Mo not far away, he felt like he was seeing a terrifying demon. His heart was filled with unprecedented fear, and he couldn't even speak for a while.
Su Mo's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he said in a cold voice:
"You said you stole my battery?"
The God of Wealth roly-poly was so anxious that he could not speak and shook his body from side to side on the ground desperately.
Su Mo understood what he meant and narrowed his eyes slightly:
"So you didn't steal it, so what do you want to express?"
"I surrender, I surrender, I surrender!"
The god of wealth tumbler finally finished his sentence, and the whole tumbler felt relieved and settled down.
"surrender?"
Su Mo looked at him and asked again:
"The reason I spared your life just now was not because you suddenly spoke out, but because you were the only special case among all the monsters on the field who were not stained with blood. Then how did you become a Yellow Pages level?"
"I, I, I woke up in the first year after the supernatural power was revived. I kept chasing the supernatural power and Yin Qi for ten years, and then I barely entered the Yellow Pages level. I have no conscience in the world, and I have never harmed anyone. , so now it’s only Yellow Pages level.”
The roly-poly of wealth said hurriedly, almost crying on the spot.
It was so difficult, but I finally finished the sentence!
"Why didn't you harm anyone?"
The roly-poly of wealth opened his mouth, trying to find an excuse, but when he saw Su Mo's needle-like gaze, he had no choice but to reply honestly:
"...I feel dizzy."
Su Mo thought for a while, raised his hand to place a spiritual mark on him, and said in a solemn voice:
"I have put a mark on you. Since you have not killed anyone in the past, I will spare your life today. But if you kill someone later, the mark will naturally take your life. I hope you will take care of yourself."
As the words fell, Su Mo had disappeared.
Seeing the empty scene, the wealth tumbler felt like he was in a dream for a while, and his spirit was in a trance.
Qinghu City is too dangerous and we can't stay any longer. The workers and management should just pack up and leave to join the strange alliance on horseback!
…
Su Mo, flying in the night sky, his eyes flashed:
"There are still 42 recycling bins left."
"Try to get it all done within an hour."
"This way we can have dinner before twelve o'clock."
Just as he was thinking, his eyes suddenly caught a familiar figure in the alleyway below.
