Since getting the garbage station, Zhou Yang's life has been out of formality. All kinds of bloody episodes that he couldn't dream of came one after another, making his mental pressure unprecedentedly strong.

After experiencing the most complicated day of his life, Zhou Yang unloaded his tiredness and slept very sweetly.

At four o'clock in the morning, before dawn, Zhou Yang opened his eyes.

Looking back at Zhao Hai, how long this kid has been flowing out, and he is sleeping sweetly. The beds of the other two roommates were still empty.

Zhou Yang immediately came to his senses, and jumped up from the bed with a neat turnover. But I was pleasantly surprised to find that the dizziness and nausea I felt last night were gone. After smelling the fragrance all night, I am now more energetic than ever.

However, Zhou Yang did not wake up naturally, but was forcibly pulled out of the dream. In the morning, he felt that there was another change in the garbage station.

Hurriedly jumped down from the top bunk, and after a simple wash, Zhou Yang ran to find a corner where no one was around.

He didn't know how long he would have to delay in the garbage dump this time, and with the lesson he learned last time, he deliberately chose a remote place to enter and exit so as not to be accidentally bumped into.

The figure appeared in the garbage station, Zhou Yang looked up, okay, the big black hole in the sky is even more spectacular, and a large amount of garbage gushes out like a burst embankment.

I was just a little late, and the garbage station spirit array was already close to its limit, and it seemed that it was about to collapse due to the excessive amount of garbage.

"Leader, you, think of a way. The two of us can't handle it alone. ”

Jubao ran over and said. I don't know if it's Zhou Yang's illusion, I haven't seen him for a few days, and Jubao seems to have a better "complexion".

But he immediately felt that his idea was too ridiculous, and that the puppeteer had no such look. But I do feel much more energetic than last time, and Zhou Yang can't say what the difference is.

"As you said last time, drive the puppeteers to be coolies. ”

The corners of Zhou Yang's eyes jumped, and he quickly took out a delicate puppet puppet from his pocket and said.

Now that he has refined a dozen puppets, it should be more than enough to deal with this garbage.

Before, Zhou Yang had the idea of refining all the puppets in his hands. However, he has no aura of his own, and can only control it through layers of puppets.

Zhou Yang has specially tried, the puppet that directly communicates with his heart is the most comfortable to drive, and the more media that passes through the middle, the more difficult it is to control.

According to his current realm level, a dozen puppets are the limit of practicality, and any more is purely a burden.

"These ......"

Looking at these rare boutique puppet dolls, Jubao was slightly embarrassed, and kindly reminded Zhou Yang:

"These battle golems are too delicate and can only be refined by humans. I can't control it. If you want to save trouble, it's best to make that kind of low-level puppet, enter the command and leave it to me. ”

"Oh......"

Zhou Yang suddenly realized.

If you use these puppets to dispose of garbage, not to mention the tyrannical things, you also need to be present and personally drive every time, which is too troublesome.

The garbage in the garbage station can come at any time, so you can't be on call around the clock, right?

But if you can make a low-level puppet as a coolie, you just need to hand it over to Jubao, a high-level artificial intelligence, to manage it in a unified manner. It is equivalent to when you are not there, the garbage station can also run automatically and orderly.

"This treasure has been talking more and more lately. ”

Zhou Yang glanced at him for a moment, and then said helplessly: "There's no way, let's take a look at it this time." ”

After speaking, the puppet people in Zhou Yang's hands turned into a few streamers, and they were good at the wind, and they rushed to the conveyor belt without hesitation. Zhou Yang is in full control.

As the saying goes, there is strength in numbers, and it is not false at all.

With the hard work of seven or eight puppets, the pressure on the conveyor belt was greatly reduced, and the speed of operation was much faster. Zhou Yang finally didn't have to deal with the waste himself.

Pinching his nose and walking in to observe, Zhou Yang found that these garbage varieties are becoming more and more mixed, and they are getting closer and closer to garbage in the substantive sense. You can smell complex smells that are difficult to describe from afar.

Zhou Yang took a casual look, all kinds of messy irregular solids accounted for the vast majority, it should be all kinds of building materials waste in the fairy world, other tattered metal products and wood products, and many disgusting gelatinous objects that they couldn't give their names.

Picking out a few pieces of waste materials with soft texture and strong plasticity, Zhou Yang thought that he could study them and use them to try to make puppets.

Then Zhou Yang picked up a half-sized iron can. After looking at it for a long time, I judged that it should be an ordinary iron tool, so I lost interest and threw it back.

Picking and choosing, Zhou Yang reluctantly removed a tattered stool from the conveyor belt.

Different from the square stool that is popular in modern society, the stool in his hand is cylindrical, like a prop in a costume film. Now most of it has been smashed, with only a round surface and a few dark black wooden supports.

Zhou Yang took it in his hand and looked at it for a long time, and made sure that he couldn't recognize what kind of wood it was, so he disassembled and packed the stool.

Since the wood from last time was so magical, Zhou Yang couldn't help but hope that this kind of black wood could also unearth some anti-heaven effects.

After watching it for a long time, Zhou Yang gradually lost interest in the rest of the things and let the garbage be disposed of.

He is no longer the little sling who is excited when he sees gold, and his taste has been cultivated a lot over the past few years. There's really little interest in the vast majority of this garbage these days.

This time, the garbage was handled very smoothly with the help of puppeteers. In less than five minutes, the ferocious black hole shrunk and disappeared.

"By the way, do you know what this thing is?"

Seeing that there was really no other harvest and the garbage was basically disposed of, Zhou Yang was finally able to be distracted and hurriedly asked Jubao.

He took out the mud pill in his hand, pondering to ask the encyclopedia beside him. However, Zhou Yang was also ready to return in vain.

"Well, it's just a small piece of earth. ”

I didn't expect that Jubao was really not covered, so I recognized it by casually scanning it.

"Resting on the ground?"

Zhou Yang vaguely felt that this name was a little familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it.

"Does it have anything to do with the soil? I heard that in ancient times, Dayu used the soil to control the water. It is only a small piece in size, but it can grow and stop the raging floods. ”

Zhou Yang asked with some hesitation.

"Well, the poly-soil and the poly-soil are essentially the same thing. However, the potential of this small piece of land is limited, and at most it can be turned into a hundred zhang, and it is 108,000 miles away from the divine object of the great god Kun Yu and his son, so it is of little use. ”

"Baizhang is not of great use!"

Zhou Yang almost bit his tongue when he heard this, and hurriedly put away this small mud pill close to his body.

Obediently, this is a good thing, an ancient artifact of the legendary heavenly realm!

Now he can only control the mud pills to turn into low earthen walls, which should be because they are too low.

Just imagine, if you can manipulate this small piece of rest in the future, and instantly summon a hundred-zhang high peak, you can shoot the enemy to death without saying a word.

"But I wondered, how do you know so much? ”