Chapter 413: The Ruthless Emperor's Garbage
The young man in Yueyue's school uniform looked calm, but most of the crowd had dispersed. At this time, he saw another man staring closely at the black paper boat with an incredible expression of dementia.
The young man's eyes lit up and he immediately came over enthusiastically.
"Is the boss interested? The price of ten fifth-level spiritual cores is definitely not expensive. How about it? Do you want to try it?"
Boss Xiao came back to his senses thoughtfully, turned to look at the salesman, his eyes were very strange.
"Are you sure you want to sell it to me for the price of ten fifth-level spiritual cores?"
"Oh, the quotation is just a quotation. You can negotiate the price again. If it's too expensive, I'll give you a 10% discount. How about that?"
"10% off?"
Boss Xiao's expression became even more exciting.
"Why is it still too expensive?"
The boy, who was in urgent need of cash, didn't want to miss this order. He felt an extreme pull in his heart, and then gritted his teeth and slapped his thigh.
"Eight spiritual cores at one price, no more, if not, we won't sell them..."
"Okay, eight is eight. I bought this black paper boat."
Boss Xiao paid quickly, fearing that the boy would regret it. His quick movements caught the Yuanyue boy off guard.
"Damn, you won't lose money on the sale, right?"
However, when he reacted, the other party had already left with the black paper boat.
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"Brother Xiao, this broken paper boat is really worth eight fifth-level spiritual cores. Isn't it still a treasure?"
Although Boss Xiao's vision was obvious to all, Jim still felt incredible.
"It depends on whose hands it is. What matters is not the paper boat itself, but the person who made the paper boat."
Boss Xiao turned over the simple black paper boat, and there was a blood-stained fingerprint on the boat. The fingerprint was very small, like it was left by a woman, and there was a line of small words on the inside of the paper boat:
I'm the only one left...
Suddenly, a feeling of desolation came over me.
It's like a kind of sadness, like a sigh, passing through Luan Gu and Di Luo.
"A sigh that traveled through eternity... This is the ghost paper boat from Kunpeng's nest in the perfect world. I picked up the trash of the ruthless emperor!"
Boss Xiao’s heart was racing and he was extremely excited.
This is a ruthless person, the strongest empress in the Zhetian trilogy.
Even if you pluck the hair off your legs, they are still thicker than our waist.
Xiao Yang remembered that this kind of paper boat was something that the empress banished in the long river of history. It was dyed black with weirdness and unknownness. There were a lot of them. Emperor Huang Tian once picked up a few when he was searching for treasures in Kunpeng's nest in the North Sea.
"It's only a ten-foot-long paper boat. The emperor's blood has dried up and his divinity has been lost. This boat should be the ghost black paper boat that Emperor Huangtian encountered for the first time. It was originally supposed to be the size of a mountain, but it was mysteriously cut off by Lord Ghost. The sword sucked away the divine energy and turned into a small boat no more than ten feet tall..."
Boss Xiao touched his chin and guessed the origin of this black paper boat.
He remembered that Emperor Huang Tian thought it was too small and abandoned the paper boat when he replaced it with a larger ghost ship, thus turning it into garbage...
"Although the paper boat has almost lost its magical power, it is something left by a ruthless person after all. It should have some wonderful features. If nothing else, it still has collection value."
Xiao Yang looked at the bloody fingerprints on the paper boat.
This is the blood of the ruthless emperor. I wonder if it contains the DNA information of the ruthless emperor.
"If you think about it carefully, the black paper boat was transformed by the Taoist methods of the ruthless emperor. It should also be regarded as a condensed form of energy. I wonder if it can be eaten?"
Boss Xiao couldn't help but have a bold idea.
"This matter needs long-term consideration. Put it together with Emperor Huangtian's milk can and study it carefully when you have time."
Next, Boss Xiao visited the garbage stalls in Red Sea City. Unfortunately, he found no more surprises, so he had to leave it at that.
Return to Wanjie City's stronghold in Red Sea City.
Boss Xiao closed his eyes to rest and entered the space of consciousness.
Under the glowing spiritual tree.
A fantasy celestial city hangs down from the sky. Its base is covered with tree roots. It looks like the City of Ten Thousand Realms, but its appearance is much more advanced than the City of Ten Thousand Realms.
In fact, this illusory city that exists in the consciousness space is what the City of All Realms will eventually look like in the future. It is a blueprint built on a one-to-one scale by engineers from the Zhutian Garbage Recycling Company using the particularity of the consciousness space.
In a dreamy place like the consciousness space, researchers can create things in their imagination at will, but such things must be within the scope of their "cognition" and cannot be imagined at will.
For example, if a researcher wants to create a wire through imagination, then he must know that the wire is composed of copper and plastic, and have a sufficient understanding of copper's conductivity, otherwise the wire will not conduct electricity.
And when the Creator has a deeper understanding of the thing and has more parameter information, the things created in the consciousness space will be more consistent with reality.
This is equivalent to modeling in a computer system, except that the model that exists in the consciousness space is more intuitive and accurate than the computer model, and is easy to manipulate and modify.
Thanks to this, the technological innovation and engineering capabilities of Zhutian Garbage Recycling Company have been greatly improved. Coupled with the controllable time flow rate, this place has become the holy place that everyone in the Zhutian Garbage Research Center longs for.
Buzz.
The light tree trembled slightly.
Boss Xiao appeared under the tree.
He looked at the dense branches of the light tree and couldn't help but smile with satisfaction.
Each branch of the spiritual tree represents a channel, connected to a cloned Sharingan (weird insect cell supplemented version), like a "network cable" connecting the PC side.
Now, there are thousands of these network cables, which have been basically popularized in most laboratory projects of the recycling company.
"Not bad, not bad."
Boss Xiao was very pleased.
Because with the rapid growth of the number of "Internet users", Xiao Yang noticed that the spiritual light tree seemed to have grown a little taller during this period.
After continuous testing, he found that when employees were "surfing the Internet" in the consciousness space, part of the scattered spiritual power would be absorbed by the consciousness space.
This is incredible!
Although the spiritual power absorbed by the light tree is very small and will hardly affect the evolvers, if the base number is large enough, it can also gather sand into a tower, and the prospects are quite impressive.
"This is a spiritual power mine with huge potential!"
Boss Xiao's eyes lit up.
If there were millions of evolvers coming to him to "surf the Internet" every day, wouldn't they be able to ascend on the spot?
Of course, if you want more users, you need a sufficient number of Sharingan.
Fortunately, under the research of Tina and others, the output of cloned blood-sharingan has increased significantly, and the yield rate has exceeded 40%, and there is still room for improvement in the process.
In the virtual Wanjie City, Boss Xiao met Mary, Tina, Zhang Daqiang and others, and held a small-scale online meeting.
"Since everyone is here, let's report on our respective work progress first."
Boss Xiao leaned back tactically, leaning on the president's tiger-skin office chair, and the boss spirit he had cultivated over the years came out, giving several directors a lot of pressure.