For the "Old Tune Group", the name Qiao Chu not only represents a military exoskeleton device, but also symbolizes the weakness and powerlessness of the past.
That was the first time they encountered a dangerous situation where they had no power to fight back, and they barely got out of control thanks to various encounters.
If there is a little mistake in the middle, they may be destroyed.
Therefore, even a person like Long Yuehong who doesn't hold a grudge will hate Qiao Chu with itchy teeth.
"Yes." Jiang Baimian nodded, "That wolf is likely to also belong to the situation of 'charm out of control', but I can't be sure if this is the price it paid for awakening or the ability it acquires by distortion."
"Just like the previous nightmare horse and ghost cat." Bai Chen was also impressed by Xiao Chong's "pet".
Jiang Baimian said "hmm":
"Forget it, we don't have time or need to join in the fun, just go back and sell a piece of information to the guild, hoping to help those hunters who have taken on the task."
"This can also raise some materials for the replacement of robotic arms and exoskeleton devices." Long Yuehong thought the idea of selling intelligence was great.
Jiang Baimian responded with a smile:
"In fact, with the information we have, if we really want to take it all out and replace the robotic arm and exoskeleton device easily, the company will not spare us."
While joking, Shang Jianyao came back from taking a shower and changed to Long Yuehong.
Because of the fatigue of the journey, they did not wait for the lights to go out in the living area of Wild Grass City, so they went to bed and lay in the dark.
As if in the slow silence, Jiang Baimian in the lower bunk suddenly sighed:
"I hope this trip to the original city can have a good result."
Shang Jianyao on the upper bunk responded:
"I was counting how many people in the city owed us a big meal.
"Bai Xiao, Lin Tong and their team, Odick, and Han Wang won ......"
Jiang Baimian decided to close his eyes and pretend to be asleep.
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At around seven o'clock the next day, the sky was already lit up, and the whole city woke up again.
Walking on South Street, Long Yuehong glanced left and right, and said in surprise:
"Why are so many breakfast shops not open?"
He remembered that the last time he came, although it was winter, there were also many shops selling breakfast here, and the business was not bad, even hot, after all, most relic hunters did not have a home here, but only rented for a short period of time, and could not cook by themselves, so they could only buy on the street.
The kind of dry, rough but cheap enough wowotou with 1 cas of 1 cup of warm water is their favorite.
But today, except for three or four breakfast shops that are doing business, the rest are closed.
And even in the few that sell breakfast, the business can only be said to be average.
If the streets were deserted and there were few pedestrians, this situation was understandable, but Long Yuehong swept away and saw a large number of relic hunters wearing tattered clothes gathering in the central square, as if waiting for something.
Bai Chen was also a little confused:
"Usually this season, the breakfast business is very good."
Ruin hunters in the surrounding area will gather in Weed City.
Shang Jianyao looked at the central square, looking eager to try:
"There may be excitement to watch."
"Well, go take a look." Jiang Baimian was not in a hurry to have breakfast.
They walked along the street that could only accommodate two cars, stepping on cyan or gray stone bricks, and walked towards the central square between four or five storey buildings with cornices and arches.
Before they really got close, they heard a bell ringing.
The sound of bells echoes in the early morning weed city, long and ethereal, as if it can wash everyone's soul.
Pawn!
Pawn!
The bell rang twice more, and the relic hunters and local residents of South Street rushed to the central square.
Most of them were carrying lunch boxes and large bowls of various materials and styles.
Jiang Baimian, Long Yuehong and Bai Chen became more and more confused.
Shang Jianyao quickened his pace and entered the large army.
Soon, they arrived at the central square, and what caught their nose was the complex taste that would inevitably come after the crowd.
You must know that many relic hunters often do not take a bath for two or three weeks and have developed a habit in this regard.
After all, except for places with abundant water resources, such as Weeds City and Red Stone Collection, many settlements are in a state of having to use polluted water sources from time to time to maintain their survival.
Because of this, many forces have a high status within the "Water Resources Protection Committee" or similar institutions.
After getting used to the environment here, Long Yuehong smelled the aroma of porridge made from rice.
At this time, a voice with an obvious sense of electronic synthesis resounded throughout the square:
"Please line up, all donors."
Shang Jianyao's eyes lit up and he shouted loudly:
"Which Zen master is it?"
No one paid attention to him.
The vast majority of people in the central square seemed to have enough experience, and it didn't take long for a long and neat line to form.
The team circled the square a few times, allowing Jiang Baimian and others to see clearly the situation in the place where the sound came from.
At the junction of the municipal square and the building where the library is located, a gray-white water tower stands proudly.
Under the water tower, a wooden frame was set up, and a large iron black bell was hung.
A robot wearing a yellow monk's robe and a red robe stood on the wooden platform, pressed the bell mallet in his hand, faced the team, and proclaimed the Buddha's name:
"Namo Arudhara Three Bodhisattvas, benefactors, please listen to the words of the poor monk:
"All things are empty, consciousness is true, form is emptiness, emptiness is color......"
On the side of the wooden platform where the mechanical monk preached, there were several iron pots, and each pot was boiled with rice porridge that was not too thin.
Near the iron pot, there are tables with white or yellow steamed buns and medium bowls stacked on top of each other.
The people who had gathered lined up in an orderly manner, listening to the scriptures, and waiting for the human servants of the mechanical monks to scoop a spoonful of porridge for themselves and distribute two steamed buns.
"Xu Liyan has fulfilled his promise to the 'Monk Order'......" Jiang Baimian sighed with some understanding.
That promise was to allow the "Monk Order" to send mechanical monks who were not so easily out of control to give lectures to Weed City.
Long Yuehong curiously asked a passerby passing by:
"How often does this happen?"
"Now it's once a month, and it is said that there are two Buddha's birthdays every year." The passerby replied quickly.
He didn't want to delay the queue.
At that time, the porridge and steamed buns may be distributed.
"What a luxury." Long Yuehong let out a sighing voice.
Jiang Baimian smiled:
"The monk order doesn't need to drink porridge and gnaw steamed buns, and it's good to treat the food exchanged like this."
When the "Old Tune Group" was talking, someone was looking at them at the entrance of the library.
This person was in his early twenties, mixed with a little Red River blood, and his facial features were relatively profound, he was Xu Liyan, the city lord of Weeds City.
He was dressed less formally today, making himself look like an ordinary citizen, but he didn't have clothes with mending marks, which made him look a little different.
The reason why Xu Liyan did this was because he wanted to visit the four-person squad of "Pangu Creatures" with a close attitude.
But before he could implement this plan, he found Shang Jianyao, Jiang Baimian and others in the square.
"This team is strong and has special abilities, and they don't know what to do when they return to Weed City, so they can only pull the relationship first, and it will be easy to talk when the time comes...... Xu Liyan said a few words to himself, tidied up his clothes, and winked at the bodyguards around him.
At this moment, he saw Shang Jianyao take out a lunch box from his tactical backpack and hurriedly line up to the end of the line.
Jiang Baimian, Long Yuehong and Bai Chen followed.
"......" Xu Liyan was a little suspicious for a moment whether he had recognized the wrong person.
If he hadn't experienced it himself, seeing the Qian Bai team like this, he would never think that the four people in front of him were any powerful characters.
With your ability, why bother with this free food...... Xu Liyan exhaled and walked over.
When he got closer, he already had a smile on his face.
Before he could say hello, Shang Jianyao had already seen him, and pointed to the position in front of him in surprise, joy and excitement and shouted:
"Here, here!"
Xu Liyan was stunned for a second, moved his steps quite awkwardly, and inserted a line in the gaze.
His bodyguards quietly dispersed around, dutifully completing their tasks. Among them, including the two awakeners that Xu Liyan invited with a lot of money.
"When did you come? They don't look for me." Xu Liyan calmed down and pretended to complain.
Jiang Baimian, who was behind Shang Jianyao, smiled first and said:
"We are just passing by and can't stay for a few days."
"That's right......" Xu Liyan breathed a sigh of relief.
chatted for a while, and as the team continued to move forward, Xu Liyan asked unintentionally:
"What did Uncle Zhao do with you yesterday?"
(End of this chapter)