The long conversation lasted all night, until early in the morning, when Jack had fallen asleep in the scrap heap, leaving only the contemplative Demon King. He now probably knew his situation, this was a desert of complete chaos, and the original owner of his body must not appear in front of the ruler here, and in order to survive, he had to make some compromises.

Nine hours later, it was close to noon, and when Old Jack got up, he was startled by the man who was standing silently, and while packing up the wires that he was going to take to change his rations today, he chatted with each other.

"What can I do?" Although he decided to try to survive here first, the life of a scavenger is something that this office worker has no way to understand. Liu Xinming had no idea what the scavengers were doing, and all he saw in his original body were beggars, and the huge urban health system was completely self-circulating, and it seemed that there was no room for scavengers to survive.

A large mass of metal coils flew towards him, and as he scrambled to pick it up, Old Jack also picked up a bundle of coils and walked out of the house, answering his question with the smell of yesterday's wine as he opened the door

"Do this, come with me, Celia is waiting for us."

A wordless silence ensued, and the two men walked one after the other through the narrow streets, the ground was unreinforced sand, and almost any material, sand, dirt, metal, and even hay could be seen on the stacked houses on either side. There are a lot of people coming and going, but fortunately almost everyone is so thin that only one person-wide street can have room to stagger by.

The dilapidated shantytown stretches for several kilometers, and when they finally step out of this poor and oppressive neighborhood, they are greeted by a full view of the ruined world.

A world made entirely of all sorts of shards that shimmer with metal, if one day the mountain peaks are replaced by scrap metal, it will be what the Outer Immortal City is now.

"Old Jack! Where did you get such a big man? ”

Seeing the two of them walking out one after the other, a strong man standing under a tin shed in the distance took the initiative to come over and say hello while smiling kindly. Thanks to the vision and eyesight of this body far beyond mortals, Liu Xinming saw that there was a sign hanging in the iron shed in the distance, which read "Bullet Farm" in crooked and childlike handwriting It is worth mentioning that there is a smeared black ball in front of the word "field", which is probably starting to be written incorrectly... This made the Demon King have serious doubts about the level of civilization in this world.

"Yo, tickets for two, Jack, you've really found a helper."

Ignoring the old man who bowed his head and was silent, the man casually took the coil that the two people were carrying, patted the broad shoulder of the demon king with emotion, and his face covered with silver paint showed a "smile" that could only be said to be more ugly than crying, and the mouth full of almost rotten teeth made Liu Xinming's stomach feel a trace of pain.

"Anyway, welcome to the Immortal City, the lair of our rats."

Barely squeezed out an embarrassed smile, ran a few steps quickly to keep up with Jack, who had walked far away without looking back, and confirmed that the strong man had slowly walked back to the tin pergola with two laps of cable, and the demon king gently touched the old man who was walking forward with his head down, as if he knew what he was going to say, his thin shoulders seemed to be tightened, and he seemed to endure unbearable pain and hatred

"That's the overseer, since they came, we even have to hand over a part of the scavenging, what is it called 'ticket'! Bah! With a hard smack on the ground, the old man tore at his old overalls, his eyes still staring at the steel plate ground.

"Since they came, even here is no longer free, even rats have to put on collars! Fifty years ago, the Immortal City was still a better and better city..."The sound grew quieter and quieter, shattered by more and more percussions, and gradually drifted away like a distant memory.

The ancient battlefield of the immortal city, the paradise of the scavengers, countless men and women dressed in the same shabby face with yellow muscles and thin muscles, basically old people and children, holding simple tools, tried to break down a large piece of armor plates of the previous civilization, these are all high-strength steel, each piece can be exchanged for twenty-three yuan from the recycler of the bullet farm at the door, and for this place, it can buy a ration for one person, although it is only some turbid "purified water" that can hardly become clear by standing still and two pieces of candle-like paste, but still able to keep people "alive".

A small golden tail in the working crowd wagged and wagged closer and closer, and then Celia plunged into the old man's arms, "Grandpa, today there are also a lot of edges and corners that collapsed yesterday, which are easy to cut!" With that, he pulled two people one by one and ran on the ground made of metal plates.

The lively little girl and the overly tall man attracted the attention of people along the way, and some people who knew Jack whispered after the three of them walked by

"Jack's family, when did such a healthy young workforce come?"

"Not to mention that he looks really good, I don't know if it was from any kingdom that escaped."

"Shhhh You can't talk nonsense."

There was a lot of talk, and I don't know why almost all the scavengers in the ancient battlefield knew Jack and seemed to talk about it with a hint of fear. These were all things that the Demon King found out later, before it was almost too late.

After a while, the scrap pile with fewer people in the ancient battlefield was the "good place" that Celia had been looking for all morning just now, and the Jack family started working for a livelihood today. The Demon King held the wheel saw handed over by Jack in his hand, the normal size tool looked extremely funny in his hand, like a toy, the rusted saw blade was full of missing teeth, laboriously cutting a cocked armor plate, and the little girl on the side was chatting with this scary-looking "brother" while trying to pull it away with her slender arm.

"Now, what's your name, my name is Celia!"

yes, what's my name, one of the biggest questions that appears in front of the Demon King, the Emperor of the Eternal Night? Definitely not, Liu Xinming? This is the Western world, and it is not a good thing to give such a strange name. As for the name of your own body? Don't think about it, after all, the old man has already said that the lord here will sell back the nobles who fled from other countries, and the ghost knows what the status of this body, which was originally called "prince", turned out. In case the bet is wrong.,The enemy of the Demon King's original country is still in his original country.,And then he was sent over.,Well,Thinking about it, it's all cruel content that can't be played at eight o'clock.。

After thinking about it for a long time, almost squeezing out the few brain cells that were already few, the poor programmer remembered a movie he had watched when he was in college, and it was also a story about the wasteland, and the male protagonist was called. What's it called?

"Max, my name is Max."

"Well, by the way, Max, you seem to have used your grandfather's treasure badly—"

Hurriedly lowered his head, the dilapidated chain saw in his hand didn't know when he had been overly nervous just now and had pinched out five clear fingerprints, the saw blade gradually stopped turning, and puffs of smoke came out.

Seeing that he had done something bad, the Demon King seemed to have returned to the state when he failed the exam when he was a child, and turned his head to peek at Old Jack, who was working hard to cut, put the broken handsaw in his pocket, and began to tear off the steel plate that had been sawed by him with his bare hands in Celia's stunned gaze.

Celia's little face turned red, as if she was angry at this stupid behavior, nodding her little feet and complaining angrily

"Max, what are you doing, it's going to scratch like this, the armor plate is not grandpa's tobacco leaves, you can't tear it apart-"

"Tear--boom!"

With a puff of smoke and dust, in the strange gaze of the scavengers around her, Celia swallowed back the unfinished words at once.

The Demon King's tall body stood in the scorching sunlight of the ruins, dropping a large piece of armor that had just been torn off like tearing paper.