nycdaug Chapter 573 277 Lonely Rock
Chapter 573 277 Lonely Rock
Chapter 573 277. Lonely Rock
"understood!"
Peel shouted impatiently, looking at the back of the other party going away, he spit:
"Hey, what are you pretending to be, a bunch of lackeys."
With a cigarette between his fingers, he muttered:
"Since I was born, I have never heard of rock music. Maybe the church made up a new word to persecute people."
"Uncle Peel?"
Xia Beiluo took the opportunity to come over, said hello, and then asked curiously:
"Did the Black Snake Gang come to embarrass you?"
"Oh, it's you—well, let's say they are."
Peel took off his hat, scratched his bald scalp, and said:
"The brains of these dogs are as smooth as glass balls, without any wrinkles. Come here and say that I have a casino and a private collection of rock music? Hehehe, I am really convinced. Look-this is my scrap yard , a total of 800 square meters of land, at a glance, they actually said there is a 'casino'?"
Peel's complaints were continuous like machine guns, but Xia Beiluo only noticed the strange word he mentioned.
"What is rock music?"
Xia Beiluo asked curiously.
"I don't know, it's the first time I've heard the word—maybe it's a kind of music that requires rolling?"
Peel also doesn't understand:
"I really don't know what these people want... They broke in out of nowhere, and it took me a long time to clean up."
"After all, after the Church of Ghost Lord seized power, we all have to live according to the rules of the church."
Xia Beiluo comforted:
"Otherwise, we can only rely on the power of the other two churches, or we can only wait for the new church to take power."
"Tch... believers of [Yuanyuan Tianzun] and [Void Emperor] are not much better."
Peel took a drag on his cigarette and complained:
"[Yuanyuan Tianzun] church prohibits free love, and the church must arrange your life and marriage in a unified way. [Void Emperor] strictly limits the time for business, let me go to that kind of place, it is better to kill me."
"But after all... only the church can bring order. They are authorized by the heavens to give people the [weird] way. It is the law, the law enforcer, the marriage witness, the warrior and the teacher. If there is no church, the wandering Ghosts and ghosts will run around—I can’t even imagine how terrible it would be without the church in this world!”
After listening to Xia Beiluo's words, Pierre just became more dismissive.
"The church is indeed great, but in this world, there are places that the church can't control. You and I can talk about the church here. If we don't speak, they won't hear it. If they can't hear our thoughts, then why? Saying that God is omniscient and omnipotent? If God is omniscient and omnipotent, why do people need to believe in him?"
After finishing speaking, he flicked the cigarette ash, glanced at Xia Beiluo, and asked:
"You came early today? Anything new?"
Xia Beiluo shook his head:
"The car broke down, the luggage was rotten, and the house was flooded. I just cleaned myself up, otherwise I still smell like sewers. It's really impolite to come out to meet people."
"Oh, it sounds like you're having trouble, too."
Pierre said nonchalantly.
"It's a little bit." Xia Beiluo said: "How is it? Uncle Peel, can you give me a job? I'm very hardworking, and I don't get paid. I just need to eat and have a roof to sleep on."
"Um……"
Pierre glanced at Xia Beiluo's slender figure, and then at the scrap yard turned upside down by the Black Snake Gang.
"I didn't need help."
Pierre spit out eye circles, took out his pocket watch, glanced at the time, and waved his hand:
"I'm going to be busy with my business in the next few days, so you just stay and watch the door for me, and by the way, sort things out and clean them up—you can sleep in the garage temporarily, as for food, there is some stock in the kitchen , figure it out for yourself."
Xia Beiluo was overjoyed, quickly brushed off his sleeves, cupped his hands and drew a stigmata, and thanked respectfully:
"Thank you! You are indeed a good person with a conscience. May the name of the Lord be with you, and you will definitely be rewarded."
"Okay, you can figure it out yourself, remember to lock the door before 10 o'clock every night."
Pierre said, while explaining the precautions, he led her to the waste station.
The scrap yard is not big, just an old house, piles of steel bars, rusty carriages, and bundles of cables.
Xia Beiluo walked into the garage and helped Pierre guide the tattered pickup truck out. The old wandering soul in the engine sighed and tried to drive the motor to rotate. She saw blue lights flashing out of the psychic converter several times. , Fearing that the wandering soul would quit and go on strike, he collapsed in the garage.
Fortunately, in the end, Peel successfully started the pickup truck, carrying a small crane, and drove away from the scrap yard.
In this way, he has a place to stay for the time being.
"You have to work hard."
Xia Beiluo had no place to rest in a hurry, she had to understand the whole picture of this scrap yard first.
The first is to check the psionic power supply station. The souls of the three criminals imprisoned inside are in good condition. The souls purified by the church can maintain a stable mood all the time, so there is no need to worry about tripping.
Then she came to the mechanical table where she was working. Here was a small golem. It might have been a mascot in an amusement park, but now the bear leather cover on the outside has festered, exposing the cotton and mechanical mechanisms. There is no problem with his spiritual body, he can manipulate it to crush those steel plates.
The inspection of the kitchen is also the top priority. When Xia Beiluo pushed open the door, the cockroaches roaming around and flying all over the sky did not make her give up. She controlled the blowtorch to burn to death some nests that appeared blatantly before her eyes, and then put the clean ingredients : Half a sack of flour, four pounds of bread, a loaf of bacon, and a can of beans salvaged.
She will have to use the open kitchen for the next few days, hoping the pigeons won't make an air raid as they pass by.
The garage serves as her rest area and is left to be cleaned up last.Although the air is filled with a strong smell of ashes and rouge, and the ghost car has been parked for a long time, the temperature here is much lower than outside, but Xia Beiluo found two thick blankets and dug them out from the trash. A cotton coat.
The bed was easy to make. She found a wooden board, put it on a few oil drums, and then spread the overcoat. Immediately, she didn't have to worry about being drilled in the nostrils by cockroaches while sleeping.
"Hey, I'm still pretty smart!"
Xia Beiluo wiped his nose, and suddenly felt a itchy throat, and his nasal cavity was also a bit blocked.
Maybe it's a little cold, but it's okay, just drink some hot water.
"It's still some time before night... Hurry up and clean up the waste station."
Pierre took her in so generously, but he didn't want her to eat and live for free. If he wanted to have a long-term stable income, he had to prove his ability.
After she drank two cups of hot water and gnawed a piece of bread that tasted like rubber, she immediately threw herself into sorting out the waste.
As a woman, her strength is not great. Many times, heavy objects need to be transported with spiritual power to activate the puppet, but the output of spiritual power is limited. If it is overdrawn, people will faint.
So Xia Beiluo seldom used golems to carry them directly. She first cut and folded the large waste products into several small pieces, so that she could relax a bit. She only needed to tie a rope and drag it with her body.
Xia Beiluo doesn't have any enthusiasm for work, she just tries her best to do everything at hand.
In order to solve problems in labor, people can often explode their intelligence beyond their imagination.
"These two cars collided... If you cut it directly, it will damage the spiritual power converter. If the structure inside is damaged, you will lose a lot of money."
Xia Beiluo looked at the tragic car accident in front of him and clicked his tongue.
The two cars are almost like a mortise and tenon structure, just stuck together.The red car was like an arrow, the front of the car pierced through the body of the purple car, completely destroying the cab.
Judging by the red rust and dead seaweed on it, it was probably fished out from the bottom of the sea, and I don't know how many years ago it was.
However, even if it is a car from 100 years ago, it cannot be seen that there is any difference from the popular styles of today.
After all, under the domination of the church, technology has long since stagnated.
Although the car owner's body must have been disposed of, Xia Beiluo cautiously sprinkled a handful of salt to dispel the ghosts of the deceased in the car accident.
As for how to deal with it, Xia Beiluo had a good idea.
She is small, less than 1.6 meters tall with her shoes off, which is enough to knock off the windshield from the rear row, then get into the interior of the body, sit in the cockpit of the middle car, operate from the inside, and cut the roof off , so as to avoid damage to the engine of the intermediate car.
This is a bit risky, because for her, she needs to work in a small space for a long time.
Although the components were seriously aged, fortunately, it didn't collapse and break halfway, pressing her underneath.
Along with her, she removed the spiritual power converter in the middle car and inspected it. Basically, there is no problem, and everything is going well.
"Next, it's time to remove the chassis."
Xia Beiluo breathed a sigh of relief, her luck is good today.
She manipulated the puppet to slowly lift the front of the red car, and then carefully dismantled the fallen seats and chassis of the purple car.
However, what appeared in front of her was not the drive shaft of the car.
As she removed the rear seat, she saw a closed storage space, in which a strange large box was kept.
"It's actually vacuum sealed? Oh my god, this car has been specially modified just to hold this box?"
Xia Beiluo was a little excited, modifying the ghost car, indicating that the owner of the car had traveled a long way on the [weird] road before his death.
Bao Buqi is a certain teaching staff, and the teaching staff can be understood as high-ranking officials and dignitaries.
This is definitely a treasure!
A smile immediately bloomed on Xia Beiluo's face.
She carefully took out the box, and vacuum sealed it for countless decades underwater, but fortunately, there was no damage to it.
That speaks volumes about its quality.
Seeing that the box was intact, Xia Beiluo's understanding was further strengthened.
This kind of thing... Maybe it can be sold for a good price, and Peel probably will give her a long-term job because she found a good thing.
developed!developed!
"Speaking of which, what the hell is this—hey, there are words here."
She put it in front of her, and the trademark on it was an unfamiliar word.
"Is this a guitar? What is a guitar? A weapon, maybe?"
Xia Beiluo rubbed it, and found a line of characters inscribed with a knife on the bottom, and then read it softly:
"...Cui is still alive."
(End of this chapter)