Chapter 685 Beggar

"It's really floating in dimensions." Gong Yi pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose. He was very interested in the fat guy, and reached out to touch it. It is the group that is best at spiritual energy. No wonder you can defeat the succubus, but I heard that the individual float that lost the group will soon perish in loneliness. I never thought that you, Wang Zhong, can exist alone as a summoned beast. Really... ..."

"Thank you, little guy!" Sister Hong smiled and stretched out her hand to caress the fat guy's head. The fat guy's current size can no longer be compared with that of the past. It is much smaller than when he fought against Vladimir. Half a meter long, fat and floating, with two big watery eyes blinking: "You saved us all!"

The fat guy enjoyed the beauty's touch quite a lot, and rubbed his head against Sister Hong's arms, feeling extremely tired.

Simba in the sea of ​​souls yelled: "Whether this is tolerable or unbearable, Wang Zhong, let me out! The great Simba is your savior! You actually went to thank an idiot who couldn't even understand Little brother! Is there still the law of heaven? Is there still the law of the king?!"

As the person in charge behind the scenes, Simba undoubtedly believes that he, the commander behind the scenes, is the biggest contributor, but now he is in the sea of ​​souls as if he is in prison, and the idiot boy who is walking on dog shit is having fun outside. Enjoy the gratitude and respect of all.

Wang Zhong resolutely chose to ignore, the existence of Simba is really not something that anyone can understand.

"Xiaoxin, how are you, poor little girl, she looks so pale."

"Thank you, Miss Hong, I'm fine." Xiaoxin smiled.

The sky was a little gloomy and dark.

Although it is around twelve o'clock at noon, in this year, it is not bad if you can still see the sky.

Next to it is an extremely majestic giant wall, or, you can no longer see that it is the main body of the 'wall', it is like a stretching mountain standing horizontally on the horizon, so high that it reaches into the clouds, and there are boundless mountains on both sides. The extension of the border makes it impossible to see the end at all.

The Wall of Life, also known as the Wall of Sighs, stands here tirelessly. It not only protects and protects human life in the city, but also makes the mutant beasts that once flooded outside the city sigh. The wall separated not only mutant beasts and humans, but also countless so-called refugees and city citizens, dividing them into two distinct worlds.

Although the so-called refugee camps surround the city, not all of them gather together. Refugees also need resources to survive. For example, the garbage dump outside the city is one of the resources valued by these refugees. At least half of the refugee camps All spontaneously formed by a group of refugees gathered next to the garbage dump,

One of them is far away from the city, the number of garbage trucks is not frequent, and there are no other resources available nearby. A small refugee camp with about 17 or 18 tents is piled up not far from the garbage dump. Here exudes a stench that ordinary people cannot tolerate. There are about 30 to 40 refugees living here. Most of them have strange shapes. up.

A homeless man with a shaggy head and a dusty body is curled up next to the garbage dump. It can be seen that this is a new homeless man. Maybe he committed something in the city and was deprived of his citizenship. Expulsion, this kind of thing happens every day, it is very common in all parts of the Federation. Compared with entering the city, there are more people leaving the city. He has no tent to live in, curled up in a nest made of messy garbage, motionless , as if dead.

In the camp, a child with abscesses on his head picked up a stone and threw it at the man's foot. The adults in his family were so frightened that they dragged the child to hide like a frightened rabbit, and then jumped out of the tent. Half of the eyes were exposed, and there was a trace of hatred and fear in the eyes looking at that guy.

The homeless man didn't pay attention to them, and still curled up there, but shrank his legs and hugged his chest tightly with his hands. He obviously hadn't gotten used to the low temperature outside the city. Outside the city, it will still feel very cold, the radiation factor will block most of the sunlight and ultraviolet rays, and even the temperature is difficult to preserve and transmit.

The previous refugee breathed a sigh of relief, and the camp returned to calm, as if dead silent.

This is the norm in refugee camps. In order to survive and save more energy, as long as they can fall asleep, the refugees will never sit, never stand if they can sit, and never run if they can walk.

This kind of environment is what Shen Sheng is talking about, but so what? lazy? Not alive? Stop talking nonsense, for them there is only one goal in life, and that is to live.

The homeless man slowly closed his eyes and tightened his neckline. Just now he felt the wind blowing into his neck, which made him shiver involuntarily. The camp was dead silent, as if there was no life here at all.

Bang Bang Bang Bang...

Suddenly, the sound of heavy machinery rolling over the road broke the silence of the camp. Dozens of heads protruded from the 17 or 18 dead refugee tents, and the light of beasts burst out from the eyes that were originally empty and numb. , full of hunger and greed.

The homeless man also opened his eyes, barely stood up, and saw the huge garbage truck driving not far away.

There was a little brilliance in his eyes, not only him, but also those heads protruding from the tents, everyone, either cloudy or strange, had anticipation and fierce light in their eyes at the same time, staring closely at The trajectory of that garbage truck.

They crept out of the tent, even the youngest children, who were only three or four years old, had green eyes!

Everyone was waiting, and even many limbs had already prostrated themselves on the ground, as if they were ready to charge.

Crash la la la la...

The garbage truck was already in place, and the huge back box was slowly lifted up. At least several tons of sundries and rubbish were poured down from the back box, raising countless dust.

Everyone's eyes are green, but they dare not move. The mutant refugees living in the dark are dewormers and cancerous tumors in the eyes of the federal people. They are too timid, too inferior, and too humble. Sometimes they don't even dare to appear in front of 'people', especially in the daytime, this gap will become particularly obvious.

They were waiting, with madness in their eyes, as if a storm was brewing violently.

The garbage truck shook its buttocks, the driver naturally saw the beast-like ants below, and shook his head sneeringly, talking to the man holding the rune gun, who seemed to be a newcomer and felt very surprised , the driver didn't say anything, and the giant garbage truck creaked away.

Whoosh!

When the taillights of the garbage truck disappeared, dozens of figures rushed up frantically like vicious dogs, rushing towards the pile of garbage that had just been dumped.