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.
It was the first time they encountered a danger where they were powerless to fight back, and they managed to get out of control only by relying on various encounters.
If there is a little mistake in the middle, they may be wiped out.
Therefore, even someone like Long Yuehong who doesn't hold grudges very much, thinks of Qiao Chu, and his teeth itch with hatred.
"Yes." Jiang Baimian nodded, "That wolf may also belong to the situation of 'uncontrollable charm', but it is not certain that this is the price it paid for its awakening, or the ability it acquired through distortion."
"It's like the nightmare horse and ghost cat before." Bai Chen was also impressed by Xiaochong's "pet".
Jiang Baimian said "um":
"Forget it, we don't have time or need to join in the fun. We can just go back and sell a piece of information to the guild, hoping to help those hunters who take up the quest."
"This can also raise some supplies to replace the robotic arm and exoskeleton device." Long Yuehong thinks the idea of selling intelligence is great.
Jiang Baimian responded with a smile:
"Actually, with the information we have, we really want to take it all out and replace the mechanical arm and exoskeleton device easily, but the company can't spare us."
While joking, Shang Jianyao came back after taking a bath and changed to Long Yuehong.
Because they were tired from the journey, they didn't wait for the lights in the living area of Weed City to go out, they went to bed by themselves and lay in the dark.
As if in the slowly flowing silence, Jiang Baimian in the lower bunk suddenly sighed:
"I hope this trip to Primal City will have a good result."
Shang Jianyao in the upper bunk responded:
"I'm counting how many people in the city owe us a big meal:
"Bai Xiao, Lin Tong and the others, Odick, Han Wangshou..."
Jiang Baimian decided to close his eyes and pretend he was asleep.
…
At seven o'clock the next day, the sky 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 restaurants closed?"
He remembered that the last time he came here, although it was winter, there were also many shops selling breakfast here. The business was not bad, and it was even booming. After all, most of the relic hunters did not have a home here, and they only rented for a short period of time. To cook, you can only buy it on the street.
The dry and rough but cheap enough wowatou with 1 cass and 1 cup of warm water is their favorite.
But today, except for three or four breakfast shops doing business, the rest are closed.
And even the ones that sell breakfast, their business can only be average.
If the streets are deserted and there are few pedestrians, this situation is understandable, but Long Yuehong glanced at it and saw a large number of relic hunters in tattered clothes gathered in the central square, as if waiting for something.
Bai Chen was also a little puzzled:
"Usually this season, the breakfast business is very good."
Relic hunters in the surrounding area will gather in Weed City.
Shang Jianyao looked at the central square and looked eager to try:
"There may be some fun to watch."
"Well, let's have a look." Jiang Baimian was not in a hurry to have breakfast.
They walked along the street that could only accommodate two cars side by side, stepping on blue or gray stone bricks, among the four or five-story buildings with flying eaves and bucket arches, to the central square.
Before they could really get close, they heard a "dang" bell.
The sound of the bell echoed in the Weed City in the early morning, long and ethereal, as if it could wash everyone's heart.
when!
when!
The bell rang twice, and the relic hunters and local residents from South Street rushed to the central square.
Among them, 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 puzzled.
Shang Jianyao quickened his pace and entered the large army.
Soon, they arrived at the central square, and they were greeted with the complex smell that is bound to come after a lot of people.
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 like Wild Grass City and Hongshiji, which are rich in water resources, many settlements are in a state where they have to use polluted water to survive from time to time.
It is precisely because of this that within many forces, the "Water Resources Protection Committee" or similar institutions have a high status.
After getting used to the environment here, Long Yuehong smelled the aroma of porridge made from rice.
At this time, a voice with a clear sense of electronic synthesis resounded throughout the square:
"Please line up, all benefactors."
Shang Jianyao's eyes lit up and shouted loudly:
"Which Zen master?"
No one pays attention to him.
Most of the people in the central square seemed to have enough experience, and it didn't take long for a long and neat line to line up.
The team circled the square a few times, allowing Jiang Baimian and others to see clearly the situation where the voice came from.
At the junction of the municipal square and the building where the library is located, a gray-white water tower stands proudly.
Below the water tower, there is a wooden frame, and a large iron black bell hangs.
A robot wearing a yellow monk's robe and a red cassock stood on a wooden platform, pressing the bell in his hand, facing the team, and proclaimed the Buddha's name:
"Namo Anuttarasamyaksabodhi, all benefactors, please listen to what the poor monk said:
"Everything is empty, consciousness is true, form is emptiness, emptiness is form..."
On the side of the wooden platform where the mechanical monk taught the Dharma, there were several iron pots, and each pot was filled with not too thin rice porridge.
Near the wok, there are also tables on which white or yellow steamed buns and stacked medium bowls are placed.
Those who had gathered lined up in an orderly line, listening to the scriptures, while waiting for the human servants of the mechanical monk to scoop a spoonful of porridge and give them two steamed buns.
"Xu Liyan has fulfilled his promise to the 'Monk Religion'..." Jiang Baimian sighed with emotion.
That promise was to allow the "Order of Monks" to send mechanical monks who were not so easily out of control to preach in Weed City.
Long Yuehong curiously asked a passerby who passed by:
"How often does this usually happen?"
"It's once a month now. It is said that there are two Buddha's birthdays every year." The passerby replied quickly.
He didn't want to delay the line.
By then, the porridge and steamed buns may be finished.
"It's really extravagant." Long Yuehong sighed.
Jiang Baimian smiled:
"The monks don't have to drink porridge and eat steamed buns, and the food they get is treated like this."
When the "Old Tunes Group" spoke, 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 deep. It was Xu Liyan, the city owner of Wild Grass City.
He's wearing less formal clothes today, to look like a normal citizen, except that he doesn't have any patchwork, which still makes him look a little different.
Xu Liyan did this because he wanted to visit the four-member team 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. I don't know what to do when I return to Wild Grass City. I can only make connections first, and then I can talk..." Xu Liyan muttered a few words to himself, sorted out his clothes, and gave them to the bodyguards around him. They winked.
At this moment, he saw Shang Jianyao take out the lunch box from his tactical backpack and hurriedly lined up to the end of the line.
Jiang Baimian, Long Yuehong and Bai Chen followed.
"..." Xu Liyan suddenly wondered if he had mistaken the wrong person.
If he hadn't personally experienced it and saw Qian Bai's team like this, he would never have thought that the four people in front of him were powerful characters.
With your abilities, why bother to arrange such free food... Xu Liyan sighed and walked over.
When he got closer, a smile appeared on his face.
Before he could say hello, Shang Jianyao had already seen him, and he pointed to the position in front of him in surprise, joy and excitement and shouted:
"Here here!"
Xu Liyan was stunned for a second, then moved his steps awkwardly, and cut in a line while staring at each other.
His bodyguards quietly scattered around, dutifully completing their tasks. Among them, there are two awakened people invited by Xu Liyan with a lot of money.
"When did you come? Don't look for me." Xu Liyan calmed down and pretended to complain.
Jiang Baimian, who was behind Shang Jianyao, laughed first and said:
"We're just passing by and won't be staying for a few days."
"Is that so..." Xu Liyan breathed a sigh of relief.
After chatting for a while, as the team continued to move forward, Xu Liyan asked casually:
"What did Uncle Zhao ask you about yesterday?"