I rely on copies to build infrastructure

Hearing what he said, the faces of the two players in Shop No. [-] turned pale instantly.

They only scored 3.8 points, the lowest in the city, but the gap with the penultimate is only 0.1 points.

0.1 points, this is the distance between life and death.

"No...no...don't do this, give me another chance, I don't need expired flour anymore! I can do it well, please don't kill me!"

A chunky male player was so frightened that his legs softened, his voice was full of tears.And his companion was even more disappointed, and passed out directly with his eyes closed.This person was beaten to vomit blood by the furious Ganas before, and he took a deep breath only by counting on the mistake of No. 17 to be the bottom.

Now that the final result was out, their group had no room for change. In desperation, they simply gave up.

"Hmph," Ganas snorted coldly, without even looking at the player.

"What did Master Ganas say? I want you to work hard, and it's too late to beg for mercy now!"

As he spoke, he seemed to have thought of something suddenly, and a malicious smile appeared on his pale face.

"Today is the first day of the Steam Festival."

The man with a bamboo pole cleared his throat, "Master Ganas is very merciful, just one of you two will be fined. You can discuss it and see who is willing to sacrifice himself and be thrown into the melting pot by the master."

"Don't say that Master Ganas didn't give you a chance. Whether it's life or death, you two decide for yourself!"

choose?What else is there to choose!

The fat player pointed to his unconscious companion without hesitation, and rushed to shout.

"Of course it's him! I choose him! Throw him into the furnace! Thank you, Master Ganus, for giving me a chance to make amends!"

"what!"

The bamboo pole man laughed out loud.

"I knew it, you inferior people..."

He picked up the poor player who was pushed to death by his companions, and shook it vigorously.

The unlucky ghost slowly opened his eyes, and was horrified to find that he was hanging in the air, facing the pale and strange smile of the dungeon boss.

"Are you awake?"

The shrill voice of the bamboo pole man was played very softly.

"Just so, let's take a last look at your friend."

He turned the unlucky guy's head in the direction of the fat player, ignoring the other's miserable screams, and said with a grinning grin.

"You have to thank him. He recommended you to be a sacrifice in the melting pot tonight. I will stuff you into the muzzle later. The flame will ignite your body, generate steam, and dedicate it to the great wasteland city."

"A waste like you can get the chance to realize the value of life. He is really your most loyal and reliable friend!"

Unlucky:? !

He stopped screaming for pain, and stared in Fatty's direction with a pair of dead fish eyes.The other party dodged, and finally simply shrank in the crowd, not daring to meet his gaze.

"you……"

The unlucky guy only had time to spit out a word before a sudden burst of pain swallowed all Zaun greetings.

He watched helplessly as his body was broken inch by inch, kneaded randomly like a ball of plasticine, and finally turned into a ball of blood and flesh, but he remained awake the whole time.

The bones were shattered, the muscles were broken, internal organs were bleeding, and the pain was like a maggot that could not escape. At the last moment of his life, he was stuffed into the cannon of the Ganas consul, and swallowed his last breath in the burning pain. tone.

boom--

Dazzling sparks erupted from the sky above the melting pot, and white steam rose faintly, and bursts of cheers resounded from the food street.

"Ah, it's so beautiful!"

"It's still fluorescent blue, it's really a rare variety!"

"Hurry up, I want to record it, go back and show it to my brother!"

The light that the unlucky guy turned into lasted for about a minute, and was soon engulfed by the heavy night.

He died as an inferior person, disappeared in the copy, and turned into a blue light at the bottom of the melting pot.

Ganas, the bamboo pole man, was content.

He took back his cane, rearranged the big black tie on his chin, and announced with a reserved face:

"This is the end of the garden party tonight. From now until six o'clock tomorrow morning, the inferior people on the food street can enjoy an uninterrupted rest time. See you tonight."

The citizens of the wasteland applaud enthusiastically.

Most of them are very satisfied with the fireworks tonight. After all, inferior people with fluorescent colors are rare, and most of them are just ordinary red, yellow and blue when they burn, and they are a bit tired of seeing them.

But there are also unhappy ones.

"Ah, it's really unexpected. Tonight, I bet on the unpopular and got rich."

"Hey, purple hasn't appeared for a long time, and the odds have reached 70. Who would have thought that there would be fluorescent colors? It's a miracle!"

"It's a loss!"

The one with the most complicated mood was the group of people in front of the NO.17 store.

They consciously discovered the treasure, but they didn't dare to utter a word, and only looked at the surrounding companions with vigilant eyes.

"Let's go."

The gentleman in the top hat tapped his cane.

"The garden party is over, and the access road will be closed soon. We cannot violate the rules of the underground city."

With that said, the crowd finally moved.

Although somewhat reluctant, no one wanted to offend the consul, and the wasteland people receded slowly like a tide.

Before leaving, the gentleman in the top hat took a deep look at Qin Lu. Although he didn't speak, that look was very meaningful.

Still the jingling tram, full of citizens of Wasteland City, returned to the darkness.

The axle rotated, the buildings closed, and the lights of the city were extinguished one by one. In the end, only the dim gleam of the Great Melting Pot Square was left.

"It's okay, tonight."

Qin Xiaolu looked around for a while, then pulled the wooden cart back to the backyard.

Since the bamboo pole man said he would not disturb them, there is a high probability that there will be no more snake waves tonight, and they can sleep peacefully.

This point is much more comfortable than when I was on the island in the extreme east.

But Qin Lu didn't plan to go to rest right away.

After an exciting day, he is now in high spirits, and he really wants to replay the game with Xi Xiaoren.

Too many things happened on the first night, and some information was revealed, so he had to sort it out.

After closing the door, he prepared a cup of hot water for Xiao Ren and himself.Dirty didn't know when he came back, and he didn't make a sound when he entered the door, just nestled in his thatched bed in a daze,

Qin Lu ignored him, and talked to Xi Ren about what happened just now.

"I think those wasteland people are a bit strange. I heard the top hat ask how much the robot has grown. The robot said that it has not grown, but it has made up for everything before. What do you think they mean by making up?"

"It's power."

Xi Ren is authentic.

"Or according to your terms, it should be called energy, something that maintains their lives."

He thought about it, and tried to explain what he saw in a way that Qin Lu could understand.

"Wastelanders' bodies are all covered with airflow, more or less, without exception. Among those who appeared tonight, the tall hat has the thickest airflow, followed by Archon Ganus, and the others are as different from both of them far."

"The one who bought your cake originally didn't have much airflow, and his fluidity was also poor. When he raised his weapon, the airflow quickly decreased, and he couldn't even cover his whole body, and his exposed body quickly deteriorated. .”

"After he ate the cake, the air flow began to increase slowly, and gradually began to circulate. After that, the wasteland man's limbs became more mobile, and the state of the whole person improved significantly. So I think, those air currents It is the energy you mentioned, used to protect the people here from harm."

Qin Lu also noticed this.

But he couldn't see the airflow that Xi Ren said, he just noticed the emotional changes from moment to moment.

That cyborg had a gloomy face when he came, and his whole body exuded a depressive aura.

But after he ate the three-headed bird pie, his expression quickly became relaxed, and his whole person was filled with a relaxed and happy atmosphere. Obviously, the three-headed bird pie was very appetizing to him.

"So maybe what we're cooking gives him energy?"

Qin Lu gave a hypothesis.

"That's why he's booking because he hasn't gotten steam through food before?"

Hearing what he said, Xi Ren nodded, then shook his head again.

"It cannot be ruled out, but there is another possibility."

"Maybe it's not food that generates energy, but the wastelanders themselves. Your pie is just a medium."

When he said this, Di Zang, nestled on the straw bed, suddenly moved, and his ears pricked up silently.

Xi Ren glanced at him, his expression was unclear, but he continued with the previous topic.

"If it's just ingredients, those wastelanders shouldn't be so surprised. After all, the three-headed bird lives in the city, and wild wheat is not difficult to obtain with the ability of wastelanders."

"Maybe they can't come out during the day?"

Qin Lu put forward a hypothesis.

"The steam festival starts at nine o'clock in the evening. There are no wastelanders during the day, and wasteland beasts don't appear at night. Will it be impossible to capture because of the time interval?"

"There is definitely a time gap, but it's not impossible to capture."

Xi Ren calmly pointed out the omissions in Qin Lu's reasoning.

"The bamboo man before, he didn't appear in the food street during the day. The tall hat is thicker than his airflow layer, and his ability should be higher than him."

"They just don't want to, disdain or fear to come to the underground city, and don't want to disdain or fear to face these mutant creatures."

Oh, so.

Qin Lu felt that what he said made sense.

Xi Xiaoren said that the top hat is more powerful, but the top hat is also very surprised that the cyborg has gained energy, and when the bamboo pole man asked about it, the top hat knew it, but he didn't mention such important information , which is interesting.

Perhaps, he wanted to take the credit for himself?

"So there will definitely be more people coming tomorrow."

Seeing his thoughts, Xi Ren came to a conclusion with certainty.

"More people, more high-level wastelanders, the internal forces of wasteland city, they came to observe us, test us, and verify their conclusions."

"If we follow the recipe completely tomorrow, we will probably be involved in the struggle for power in Wasteland City."

"Do you think so?"

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I've been waiting for a long time. If there are manuscripts saved, they will be double-updated. I can't spit out a drop until the manuscripts are saved~