The pitch is dark and cold, and the dust is flying.

Luo Chuan couldn't help but cover his nose, but despite this, the dust still burrowed into his nostrils along the gaps.

An indescribable sense of fear emanated from his back.

Hurry up and turn on the lights in the museum lobby.

The models of the Dark Galaxies are still there.

But I always feel that this place is different from last time.

What's the difference?

Approach the model with questions.

It's a family wreckage, two adults, and a small child.

Two adults on each side, surrounded by children.

Luo Chuan seems to be able to vaguely feel the strong sense of family warmth.

Luo Chuan held the broom in one hand and gently touched the child model with the other.

The skin on the surface is somewhat rough and soft.

"Hey, Dark Galactic Man," Luo Chuan said to the model.

"You said that although you are just a model wreckage, you can still be with your family," he said, his eyes flashing with some light, and he said word by word, "better than me." ”

"Sizzle---"

A deep and powerful voice came into Luo Chuan's ears.

He twisted his ear violently with his right hand, as if he had heard something just now, whether it was true or not.

Hinting to himself again, there was only one student in this academy, and there was only one.

The hall was eerily quiet.

The quieter it was, the more it deepened the fear.

Almost all the pores on his body stood up, as if he could rush out of the museum as soon as there was a stir.

"Sizzle---"

Again, the voice came again.

Luo Chuan grabbed the broom, separated his feet back and forth, and stood firmly, making a defensive posture.

It can't be haunted!

Thinking of this, my hands shook involuntarily.

"Sizzle---"

It has been determined that the voice is coming from oneself.

Throwing down the broom and flipping over his right hand, the communication device was black.

The left hand accidentally touched the pocket.

By the way, the "blood matchbox" is still in the pocket.

I took it out, and the rusty "blood firebox" was as clean as new.

"Sizzle---"

Sure enough, the sound came from this "blood matchbox"

"Hey, Bloodwood Box"

The "blood matchbox" has not changed in the slightest.

What's wrong, I took it out two days ago, and this box is still embroidered.

Now it's so smooth! And the sound of "sizzling" just now should be the friction sound of rust being removed.

Two guesses.

One, the "blood box" is restarted, and he can make another interstellar jump.

If this is true, Roland's rescue is just around the corner.

Second, there is an indescribable magic in this ancient museum, it cleans metal!

When he thought of the second scenario, his blood boiled.

According to the White Tiger, the core planet is full of rusty metal, if only the museum could really clean the metal. Wouldn't it be nice to make a lot of money by taking them all, cleaning them one by one, and then pulling them to the planet's recycling station to sell.

With the money, you can go to the business district behind the school to find an interstellar travel agency to take the space shuttle for an interstellar trip.

As long as you can reach the Dust Star, you can ----

Rescue my sister!

Immediately rushed out of the museum and went to the garbage station to find dozens of catties of rusty iron and iron boxes.

In about 30 seconds, the iron blocks and iron boxes took on a new look.

I didn't expect that this history college, which no one wanted to come to and couldn't recruit a single student for hundreds of years, would still have such a wonderful place.

Luo Chuan glanced at the wreckage models, don't tell me, these wrecks also have some secrets.

Like, they're alive.

A chilly breath instantly permeated the entire museum.

Outside the door, there was a commotion and noise.

"Luo Chuan"

"Silly Hat"

"Garbage Man"

"Come out for me!"

Luo Chuan rushed to the door of the museum, ready to close the door.

A fist slammed down on his face.

One stumbled and almost fell.

"Luo Chuan," the boy said, "You stupid hat"

Luo Chuan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand and stared at him.

The boy is about two meters tall, and he looks a little familiar, as if he has seen it somewhere.

It's too late to think about that now.

In short, they are friend or foe.

Not to mention the group of people behind him, he can't beat the big man alone!

"Sure enough, it's garbage"

The pores on Luo Chuan's body were a little angry.

"What do you say" Luo Chuan has already begun to prepare for the offensive stance.

He hates being called "trash" the most.

Today, unsuccessful and benevolent.

"I say--" the big man said loudly word by word, "you're a --- garbage"

Luo Chuan's eyes were filled with anger.

He told himself to endure it.

"You dare to go to the garbage station of our biology college to steal something, you are really garbage"

Stealing?

"The garbage dump is shared by the whole school." Luo Chuan said.

"Common?" Dahan spat on the ground, "I'll tell you, the entire high school belongs to our biology college"

waved his hand, "Brothers, give it to me", clasped his hands in front of his chest, as if he was ready to watch a good show, "Old man Shangguan is not going to give a lecture, I'll teach you a lesson"

I couldn't help but say, the crowd behind Dahan began to pour towards Luo Chuan.

Luo Chuan hugged his legs and ran into the museum.

However, the museum is so empty that it's a great place to fight.

Between punches and kicks, Luo Chuan already had a blue nose and swollen face.

There are a little more displays on the second floor, so maybe you can find a place to hide.

With all his strength, he broke free from a few boys who beat him, and hurriedly ran towards the museum stairs.

The boys also ran up the stairs with Luo Chuan.

Seeing that they were about to catch up again, Luo Chuan picked up the metal pieces from the ground and threw them at the boys.

Several of the boys were hit, slowing them down.

Luo Chuan picked up a few more pieces of metal and continued to run towards the second floor.

There are also three steps.

However, at the same time.

The two-meter man at the door also ran towards the staircase.

He's faster than ever.

There was still one step left, and Luo Chuan was already out of breath.

And the two-meter man has already begun to climb the stairs.

It's here.

Luo Chuan finally reached the second floor, and he could hear the sound of breathing.

Dahan also only has one last staircase left to reach the second floor.

White Tiger secretly passed the documents of the Divine Beast High School with him.

Article 37 of the document states that a student who beats another student to death is not legally responsible.

The reason for the school is that this is a planet of the jungle, this is a school of the jungle, and only the strong can survive.

Thinking of this, Luo Chuan ran forward with all his strength.

It looks like I can't survive today.

"Bang" Luo Chuan fell to the ground.

There was a sharp pain in his right foot, and it looked like he had tripped over something.

In an instant, it was pitch black.

"Boss"

"Boss, I'm Late"

The two-meter-old man was about to step on the floor of the second floor when he heard the brothers call him and stopped.

After all, this is the Academy of History, the terrain is not very familiar to him, and now it is dark, so I can't say what tricks this kid Luo Chuan will play.

"Let's go." Dahan said, "Luo Chuan, I'm not done with you. ”

After making sure that the footsteps were far away, Luo Chuan's heart finally relaxed.

Thinking carefully about everything just now, he finally remembered who the big man was.

He had seen it in the School of Biology, that two-meter-tall man.