I rely on copies to build infrastructure

The nursery rhymes are sung by children, the words are slurred, the voice is intermittent, with a rustling noise, and it takes a lot of effort to hear what is sung in the song.

Qin Lu listened carefully. Although he didn't quite understand what the "red meat butter" in the lyrics was, it was obvious that this nursery rhyme was a clue to their copy.

Write down every line of the lyrics.

Qin Lu looked at Xi Ren, and the eyes of the two met in the air. He didn't speak, but he knew that Xiao Ren understood what he meant.

In fact, most of the players on the food court did the same. Only children's voices echoed in the quiet street, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Except, the shop next door to Qin Lu.

"Don't listen, this thing is weird."

The tall young man covered his ears with his hands, so the middle-aged boss and the scar-faced man followed suit.

"I think I'm listening...don't listen, isn't it good?"

The middle-aged boss looked hesitant.

"This, isn't this singing a recipe, let's follow the above..."

"Don't be stupid, you can't do it."

The tall young man sneered.

"Do you know what materials are sung there? Can the three of us get it all together?"

"Zhang Hongtu, the master told the three of us to go through the tribulation together, and he gave you some advice before. Didn't you forget it?"

When he said this, the middle-aged boss shook his head again and again.

"I can't forget it, I can't forget it, how can I forget it? I can recite it well."

"I'm just afraid..."

"What are you afraid of?"

The scar-faced man at the side slammed the table heavily.

"If you don't do it, get out as soon as possible! Believe it or not, I'll tell you, some people want to come here, who do you think you are?!"

How could Boss Zhang dare to say no to it? It was with great difficulty that he asked the master to find these two companions who could enter the arena together, and he still counted on the two of them to overcome the calamity.

"No, I didn't mean that."

He said politely.

"Singing this thing is annoying, and I'm confused and uncomfortable."

"I told you not to listen."

The tall young man sneered.

"Don't copy past answers, if you have to answer the questions yourself, let's see if you have the brains!"

Boss Zhang remained silent.

Now he also began to regret not listening to the two of them.What is this stuff singing about?

The second time the ballad was sung, the crisp childish voice gradually distorted and became sharp and piercing.

It was Qin Lu who tried hard to distinguish, but the too weird tune was like an awl piercing his ears, and he couldn't concentrate at all.

"Don't listen."

Xi Ren suddenly stretched out his hand and covered Qin Lu's ears.

Strange to say, the weird nursery rhyme disappeared in an instant, and Qin Lu's world became quiet in an instant.

Qin Xiaolu turned his head and found that Xiaoren didn't seem to be affected, and his expression was still calm and composed.

Outside the window, some players had already rushed to the street and kicked the wall angrily, and some were rolling on the ground, pulling their hair and howling, with a painful and hideous expression.

The ballad was sung three times before it disappeared, and the food street was in a mess.

The players fell to the ground in a panic, and there were painful screams everywhere.

Except for Qin Lu's group and Boss Zhang's group, no one was spared.

Qin Lu thought it was amazing. The three players in Mingmingzhang's boss group didn't look special, but they were able to retreat from the sound attack. Could it be that some of them are experts?

He pulled the people around him.

"Xiao Ren, do you think those people..."

He pointed at the trio.

"Is there anyone like you?"

Hearing his question, Xi Ren glanced at him, his eyes full of undisguised contempt.

"No."

"In this world, no one can compare with me."

"Ah, that's not what I meant."

Sensing that Xi Xiaoren's secondary illness had occurred again, Qin Xiaolu hurriedly remedied it.

"I mean, are there any ordinary ones like me? Do they have other abilities?"

"No."

Xi Ren didn't hesitate.

"They're just like you, but..."

"but what?"

Qin Xiaolu pricked up his ears.

"It's nothing."

Xi Ren hesitated for a moment and frowned slightly.

"It shouldn't be possible."

"The sound just now, it's the second time that really starts to disturb people's hearts. As long as you plug your ears before that, you can stay awake."

"But if you hear it a second time, it is impossible for an incompetent person like you to get rid of it, and you need external help."

"You can't do it with your strength, so maybe those people just avoided it."

Oh yes, thank you so much.

"Incompetent" Qin Xiaolu said silently.

However, this coincidence made him focus on the boss group.

The store selected by the boss group is right next to them. It is also an inconspicuous house. It has neither production bonus nor defensive function. There are only a few beehives hanging behind the eaves, which are of no use at present.

But these three people were the first group of players to arrive at the food street. They almost didn't think about it, and directly chose this shop located in the middle of the food street. It seemed that the rest of the houses were not in their eyes.

This is a little strange.

Qin Lu glanced over the three people next door.

Before and after not choosing, the speed is so fast that they don’t even read the function introduction. With such a firm choice, could it be that they have some gossip?

Just as he was thinking, he saw a tall and slender figure suddenly appearing in the field of vision at the food street not far away.

He was wearing a black tuxedo and a tall hat on his head. He swayed as he walked, like a bamboo pole that kept swinging.

"Get up! Get up! You inferior people, get up and work!"

The man with the bamboo pole had a high-pitched voice, with sand and gravel friction in his voice, which made people feel uncomfortable all over.

As he shouted, he hit the players on the ground with his cane.The strength of his attack was so great that several players couldn't dodge in time, and they were knocked on the face by him, causing nosebleeds.

"you!"

Someone was furious and stood up to fight back, but the bamboo pole man easily dodged and pinned him to the ground with one hand.

"Hey, inferior people can never resist citizens, this is the rule of Wasteland City."

The four compound eyes on the bamboo pole man's face turned around, revealing his mouth full of fangs.

"The annual steam festival is here, you inferior people, work hard and prepare your daily dinner."

"Remember, it's every day! The city lord allows you inferior people to open the market in the food street. This is the most proud thing in your humble life. You must dedicate your strength to the new life of Wasteland City."

As he spoke, he suddenly withdrew his hand holding the player, took out a handkerchief from his arms and wiped it.

"Ah, so dirty, these smelly inferior people are covered in radiation."

"Why send me to do this drudgery this year, my well-maintained face is damaged by the radiation, and I'm going back for three days of repair and maintenance."

After chanting, the bamboo pole man waved his cane and said with a look of disgust.

"Okay, stop talking nonsense, you all know the rules, right?"

"The night market must open at nine o'clock every night, and food must be prepared for the citizens. The citizens will rate your food, and the scores will be released at midnight, and those who fail will be eliminated from the bottom."

"I, Sharabah Leputo Shalalapdoria Ganas, is the governor of this street and the host of the food contest. If you inferior people dare to be lazy and don't work hard, let me join you Master Nas is ashamed..."

Speaking of this, he suddenly laughed "hehehe", his noodle-like facial features were full of malicious intentions.

"I'll send you all to the cauldron to make a fire."

"It's not bad to make a fire starter. Anyway, you inferior people are useless. It can be used as a fire starter and can be used as waste."

"However, if you behave well, Master Ganas will not treat you badly. On the seventh day, the city lord will visit the food court. If you can satisfy him, you can get rewards from Wasteland City. unearned wealth..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a bright knife light, and the stick-like arm broke off from the shoulder, and fell to the ground with a "click".

The bamboo man turned his head 180 degrees, his four compound eyes turned around, and quickly locked on to a small player.

"It's you! You hurt Master Ganas!"

The next moment, the short player let out a scream.

Both of his arms were twisted off by the bamboo pole man, and the limbs that fell on the ground made a crisp sound, it turned out to be a metal arm!

Qin Lu noticed that the short player's wound had no flesh and blood, but a turnbuckle-like fixing device.

This is not a blue star.

The man with the bamboo pole bent down, raised his arms and connected them to his shoulders, and moved a little.

"Inferior people who dare to collide with the consul will be punished with double penalties for non-fatal injuries according to Rule 584 of the Wasteland. But you have hurt the dignity of Lord Shalaleputoria Ganas, and the Lord will hang you on the gallows, you must die."

"I'm going to throw your body into the furnace..."

As he spoke, he stretched out his long arms and firmly strangled the little player's neck.

The next moment, everyone present heard a crisp sound.The silicon-based player's head hangs limply on his chest.But he wasn't dead yet, he kept greeting the bamboo pole man, and his chest was still bulging, as if something was brewing.

The bamboo pole man seemed to have completely lost his patience.

His cane turned into a giant cannon, and the small players were stuffed into the muzzle by him in a ball, and then shot into the big chimney on the square in the distance with a "bang".

The next moment, blue flames rose, the chimney was lit, and a gorgeous light band appeared at the bottom.

"Ah, it's khaki, and there's only a little bit of it. What a waste."

The bamboo pole man seemed very dissatisfied.

"The converted energy is insufficient, and inferior silicon-based people are really not easy to use."

When he said this, his four compound eyes rolled around the players a few times, showing a ferocious and cruel smile.

"The Lord of the City likes the golden light, and Master Chalalai Pudolia Ganas likes the red one."

"Remember, in Wasteland City, inferior people will never be able to compete with citizens. This is the rule of Wasteland City."

"Today is the first day of the Steam Festival. You all have to work hard. Lord Chalalai Pudolia Ganas will come to check this evening."

"Gourmet food or the light of the melting pot, my lord, I like both."