Chapter 323 What Kind of Garbage Is This (45)

After digging graves for seven consecutive days, Dang Jin finally became numb.

He, Lin Yuan and the old man dug graves in waves, constantly brushing the resources here and then bringing them back to the cave.

The old man seemed to be indifferent to everything, doing things without saying a word, just an emotionless working machine.

Dang Jin had a lot of questions, but sometimes Lin Yuan would answer, and sometimes Lin Yuan just let him think for himself.

I figured it out and asked you!

Although Dang Jin wanted to say so, he didn't ask anything in the end.

There was nothing to do during the day, so Lin Yuan fiddled with the fragments dug out from the cemetery in the cave.

In Dang Jin's view, these fragments were just a pile of rags, and the only valuable thing about them was that they were toys for children. He didn't understand why Lin Yuan valued these fragments so much.

Only occasionally would he hear a strange prompt sound from Lin Yuan, but Dang Jin still didn't dare to ask.

When he felt that he would spend his whole life here, Lin Yuan suddenly stood up and said that he had done it.

"What's done? Crazy guy?" Dang Jin asked puzzledly.

"Why do you keep saying the word crazy recently?" Lin Yuan said dissatisfiedly, "Tell me honestly, are you crazy? I can abandon you in advance."

"I am trapped in such a small place every day, with nothing to do during the day and nothing to do at night, and then I still have to dig other people's shit in the middle of the night. Do you think I am crazy?"

"You can even rhyme now!"

Looking at Dang Jin with appreciation, Lin Yuan felt that this non-player character was really interesting.

Regardless of whether the other party has any problems, you must bring him with you in the future, so that you can listen to crosstalk when you have nothing to do.

Patting Dang Jin's shoulder, Lin Yuan pointed to the things he built with a pile of rags and said: "I made some good stuff, and today I will open your eyes."

"What good stuff, isn't it just garbage?"

Lin Yuan replied with an expression of not knowing the goods, and then took out his things.

The first one looked like a broken cart, but there were four wheels on the cart, and there was a pile of rags piled up at the end of the cart. I didn't understand what it was.

If the first one can be seen, then the second one is completely garbage.

A cowhide bag, stuffed with something bulging inside, with a faint smell, which makes Dang Jin not want to know what is inside.

But the third one is even more outrageous, it is actually a bull head.

The inside of the bull head is made of various garbage, and the outside is sewn with various leathers. I don’t know how much effort Lin Yuan spent on this thing.

After looking at this thing for a while, Dang Jin asked in confusion: "How did you save these things? I have never seen them before."

"Storage pockets are special equipment for players. It’s normal that you don’t know."

"Then how did you make these things?"

"God rewards hard work. As long as you keep practicing, some daily necessities are easy."

"You call this daily necessities?"

"Okay, the things are almost collected, we should go. Old Sha, how is the map I asked you to draw?"

Because the old man didn’t talk much and just worked, Lin Yuan gave him a name, Old Sha.

Old Sha nodded and took out a piece of parchment, on which was a map of the area nearby.

Through the map, Dang Jin found that there were high mountains nearby, and the only way out was through the execution ground, which was now the most heavily guarded place.

It was no wonder that the people in the execution ground were not very enthusiastic about the search here. They should know the geographical situation nearby and know that they must leave from here.

After looking at the map for a while, Dang Jin took another look at the garbage that Lin Yuan had pieced together, and couldn't help asking: "You mean, we have to rely on these garbage to escape from here."

"You are the most garbage here."

"You..."

"Okay, get in the car, let's go!"

Jumping on the flatbed car he had pieced together, Lin Yuan stuffed the spirits he got into the place at the back that served as the engine, and then saw black smoke rising, which made Dang Jin cough non-stop.

Squeezing onto the flatbed car with Old Sha, he watched Lin Yuan jump to the front of the car, and then shouted: "Start."

In Dang Jin's astonished eyes, the flatbed car really started moving.

Its speed was extremely slow at the beginning, and ordinary people could catch up with it in a few steps.

But as it continued to accelerate, the speed of the flatbed car began to increase continuously, and it was even faster after passing the slope of the cave entrance, and then the scenery on both sides of Dang Jin quickly retreated.

Dang Jin could adapt to the speed at first, but gradually, he began to nervously grasp the protrusions of the flatbed, and when the speed reached a certain level, he couldn't help shouting.

Although the interior of the car had been damped with fur, the rugged mountain road still brought a lot of bumps. Every time he ran over a stone, he would have the urge to vomit, but the impact when he landed would make him swallow the things in his throat back.

The journey that usually took half an hour, the car actually jumped in the time of a cup of tea. The car that fell from the mountain rushed straight into the execution ground, and rushed towards the gate under the astonished onlookers of a group of jailers.

Lin Yuan carefully calculated the time to rush out.

At this time, a new carriage was driving in, and the gate of the execution ground had not been closed yet. In this tiny moment, the flatbed car rushed out of here quickly and rushed towards freedom.

"Wow, this feels so good!" Lin Yuan shouted excitedly, and then he saw someone standing in front of him, looking at this place with a sullen face.

"Little thief, where are you running to!"

This time, the sword cultivator took out the magic sword directly, and the magic sword soared into the sky, turning into twelve sword lights, and rushed towards Lin Yuan in the car.

"I knew you would come, let's see the magic treasure."

He threw out a cowhide bag, and Lin Yuan's flatbed truck turned sharply, and saw the cowhide bag torn into pieces by the sword light in the air, and the stench immediately spread.

The corrupt black blood turned into thick fog in the air, and the sword light entangled by the thick fog immediately dimmed, making the sword cultivator even more angry.

Just after breaking through the thick fog, new cowhide bags flew out, each of which would produce a large amount of thick fog, polluting the sword light of the sword cultivator.

Seeing this, the sword cultivator calmed down instead.

The other party actually understood the characteristics of the sword light and even made special props to pollute his own sword light. What is the origin of this kid?

Recalling the case he had seen before, he remembered that Shuangmu was just a rebellious thief, and before the rebellion he was a stranger of unknown origin. Where did so many strange things come from?

Knowing that this person was not simple, the sword cultivator became much more cautious.

He did not entangle with the sword light anymore. He merged the remaining sword lights, and then slashed out with a fierce sword, leaving a deep tunnel in front of Lin Yuan's flatbed truck.

Then, another sword light slashed out, completely blocking the opponent's way, and he could only turn back to face himself.

He walked to the flatbed truck with his hands behind his back and asked seriously: "Boy, how did you make these things?"

Seeing that the way out was blocked, Dang Jin's face turned pale, and he pulled Lin Yuan and said: "Shuangmu, we are dead! If I had known, I would have dug graves every day."

"Don't make noise, there is still a trick!"

After that, the huge bull head was thrown out directly and flew towards the sword cultivator in front of him.

Sleep first, and make up for it later.