The rain of garbage in the sky finally stopped, and the scavengers who had been waiting for a long time immediately rushed to the garbage dump with weapons and containers, this time without an appraiser to inspect it, no manager to search first, and of course, no one to open the door.

Forcibly opening the small entrance to the garbage dump, thousands of people poured into the garbage dump from eight directions.

In the face of a garbage dump equivalent to a large community, the scale of 1,000 people is really not too much, and it is only not long after entering that everyone has completely dispersed.

Feng Xue opened her eyes and swept it, her eyes were full of all kinds of elements, Feng Xue had a feeling of entering Scrooge's vault at this time, the impact of gold everywhere, the kind of treasure hunt game that had to compete with others for time and search carefully was simply not worthy of carrying shoes.

Feng Xue didn't bother to check them one by one, and when she saw that there were elements, she threw them into the cardboard box in front of her, and while kicking the box forward, she directly smelted the miniature items in the carton.

The information of success and failure flashed in front of Feng Xue's eyes, but he didn't care, during the time he raised Chen Xiyao, he killed a lot of bad signs, although the [knowledge] with personal marks accumulated on his body has become astronomical, but there are still hundreds of thousands, not to mention that a large part of the flying bad signs that fell because of the impact on the garbage vortex fell into the garbage dump, and it is a lot of money to smelt the corpse casually, and a fake object is only 5 towers when smelted, drizzle!

One by one, the elements are deposited in the gold finger, and the previous impact has begun to decline slowly, how to say it, although it is very cool to pick up gold all over the ground, yes, but to talk about the excitement and tension, it is really a treasure hunt game that is better -

Now that Feng Xue is patronizing the smelting, she doesn't even have time to look at what the elements are.

Of course, if Feng Xue was to choose, he would still choose this situation where he could pick up a bunch of treasures at his fingertips In the face of interest, survival is the first priority.

Unlike the garbage dumps explored before, the terrain of this garbage plant at this time is not flat, but because of the accumulation of various large garbage, it can be said to be rugged, which also makes Feng Xue realize that the environment that has been leveled to a flat river in the past is not the characteristics of the landfill garbage dump, but the scene after being swept by the management team.

After all, if you have to collect most of the real things, phantoms, and books, it is no wonder that it will become as if you have been ploughed by a tractor.

And now, half of the tail of the plane stuck upside down on the ground, the spiky cones stacked high like a hill, the lake full of black liquid of unknown composition, and of course, the traversers sleeping in the garbage heap.

These newcomers seem to be protected by some kind of force, although Feng Xue can clearly see everyone, but he can't really come into contact with them, and this state is estimated to last until they wake up naturally.

"I just don't know if there is a 'better qualifications, the sooner you wake up' setting, if there is really such a rule, it is not difficult to explain the recruitment of the manager gang."

Feng Xue muttered through all kinds of "postmodern artworks" composed entirely of garbage, and from time to time she skipped her peers in her field of vision.

He could see people dragging a rake to dig through the garbage heap, and someone waving a shovel to toss the garbage piled up into the air, and then looking for the real thing in the flying garbage.

However, to Feng Xue's surprise, after these people found the real thing, they would not be like those poor ghosts in the landfill before, they couldn't wait to absorb it directly, but would carefully pack it and then continue to the next step.

This is obviously not because it is a waste of time to absorb the [knowledge], and these people who can travel through the wilderness will not lack the slightest bit of [knowledge].

"Looks like you're planning to use your knowledge somewhere else?" Feng Xue couldn't help but think of her practice of using "Golden Water" and "Seeds of Bad Omen" to make corpses into bad omens, in the same way, if you have the corresponding knowledge, can you transfer the [knowledge] of the real thing to the fake object and turn it into an illusion?

In a sense, Feng Xue's gold finger has such a function, so can other casting labels also provide similar effects?

Although this was just a speculation, Feng Xue inexplicably felt that the possibility was very high, but then, when he saw a traverser sleeping in the garbage heap again, he couldn't help but have a new idea.

Maybe it's not that complicated, it's just rations for these unlucky guys?

Thinking of this, Feng Xue suddenly shook his head, he always felt that these people should not be so kind, or in other words, even if they really showed good deeds, they must have some purpose.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but glance down at the cardboard box in front of him, as he walked along the way, he also piled up a lot of real things in the carton - he didn't choose at all, he just saw the dense area of the elements and put it into the box, and then clicked on the gold finger to smelt, what can be decomposed is a fake thing, and what can't be decomposed is the real thing.

"Anyway, after a while, you can just learn what others do by yourself." Thinking so, Feng Xue no longer bothered with these details and continued to start his element collection plan.

It is worth mentioning that even if everyone brings a lot of real things, these people are very rational and keep their distance, and they have no intention of fighting, but if you think about it carefully, it is not impossible to understand that those who can rush over at this point in time are not weak, and if you really want to fight, it may not be who can win, and everyone is not a poor ghost who will starve to death without that bite of the real thing, and peaceful development is better than fighting for your life.

It's just that at this moment, suddenly there was an angry roar from nowhere, and then, Feng Xue found that all the peers in the field of vision reached out and pulled out their weapons.

"Is this going to start?" Feng Xue reached out and put the hood on, the suffocating blade had already popped out of the cuff, he looked at several peers vigilantly, but found that they did not have any intention of fighting each other, but instead cast their eyes in the direction of the wall of the garbage dump at the same time.

Feng Xue's puzzlement didn't last long, because soon, the object who was about to fight appeared at the end of the field of vision-

Bad omen.

Now that those flying omen have been falling for a long time, these walking omen have finally arrived at the garbage dump at this time, and they are wantonly eating the garbage on the ground, whether it is a fake or a real thing, or those falling omen corpses, all of them are treated equally.

At this time, Feng Xue also probably understood that these people were so restrained, after all, it was better to be taken away by their peers than to cheapen these things!

After all, this thing of bad omen is really getting stronger the more you eat it!