"It's really a dimension floating," Gong Yi pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and was very interested in the fat man. He reached out to touch it. The fat man didn't resist, and looked cute. Gong Yi couldn't help but sigh: "This is the clan that is best at spiritual energy. No wonder he can defeat the succubus, but I heard that the individual floating man who lost the clan will soon die in loneliness. I didn't expect that Wang Chong, you can actually exist alone as a summoned beast. It's really..."

"Thank you little guy!" Sister Hong smiled and reached out to touch the fat man's head. The fat man's current size is no longer comparable to that before. He is much smaller than when he fought against Vladimir. It is about half a meter long, and it is floating fat, with two big watery eyes blinking: "You saved us all!"

The fat man enjoyed the beauty's touching, rubbing his head against Sister Hong's arms, so he was so tired.

Simba in the sea of ​​soul shouted: "This is fucking unbearable. Wang Chong, let me out! The great Simba is your life-saving benefactor! You actually thank an idiot who can't even explain it! Is there any law of nature? Is there any law of kings?!"

As the controller behind him, Simba undoubtedly believed that he was the biggest contributor, but now he was in jail and was in a sea of ​​souls. The idiot who was lucky enough to jump around outside happily, enjoying everyone's gratitude and respect.

Wang Chong decisively chose to ignore it. Simba's existence is really not something that anyone can understand.

"Xiao Xin, okay, poor little girl, her face is so pale."

"Thank you, Sister Hong, I'm fine." Xiao Xin smiled.

The sky is a little gloomy and dim.

Although it is around twelve o'clock now, it is good to see the sky in these days.

Next to it is an extremely majestic huge wall, or you can no longer see that it is the main body of the "wall". It is like a stretch of mountain standing horizontally on the horizon, so high that it reaches the clouds, and the sides are boundless extensions, making people unable to see the end at all.

The wall of life, also known as the wall of sighs, stands here tirelessly, not only gives protection and security to human life in the city, but also makes the mutant beasts that once flooded outside the city sigh. Outside the city of Tianjing, the wall of life is not only the mutant beasts and humans, but also the countless so-called refugees and citizens in the city, and divides them into two clearly divided worlds.

Although the so-called refugee camps are round the city, they are not all gathered 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 are spontaneously composed of a group of refugees gathered next to the garbage dump.

One of them is far away from the city, and garbage trucks are not coming frequently, 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. It exudes a stench that ordinary people cannot tolerate. There are about thirty or forty refugees living in them. Most of them are strange in shape and are "careful" by severe radiation outside the city for a long time. It is actually quite good to be able to maintain a rough human shape.

A homeless man with a fluffy head and a dusty body was huddled beside the garbage dump. It could be seen that this was a new homeless man. Perhaps he had committed something in the city and was deprived of his citizenship and was expelled. This happened every day, and it was common everywhere in the Federation. Compared to those who entered the city and left the city, he had no tent to live in, and he was curled in a nest made of messy garbage dumps without moving, as if he was dead.

A child with abscess on his head in the camp picked up a stone and threw it over, hitting the man's foot. The adults in his family were so scared that they hurriedly dragged the child to hide it, like a frightened rabbit, and then half of his eyes were exposed from the tent, and there was a hint of hatred and fear in his eyes when he looked at the guy.

The homeless man ignored them and still fell there in a curl. He just shrank his legs and hugged his chest tightly. He obviously was not used to the low temperature outside the city. Although it was summer, he would still feel very cold when staying outside the city with severe radiation. The radiation factor would isolate most of the sunlight and ultraviolet rays, and even the temperature was difficult to preserve and transmit.

The refugee had a sigh of relief before, and the camp returned to peace, as if it was dead.

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

The lifelessness is about this kind of environment, but so what? Are you lazy? Don’t be energetic? Stop talking nonsense. For them, there is only one goal in life, that is, to live.

The homeless man slowly closed his eyes and tightened his collar again. He felt a wind pouring into his neck just now, making him shivering involuntarily. The camp was silent, as if there was no life here at all.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang...

It was abruptly. A heavy machinery crushed the road and broke the silence of the camp. Dozens of heads popped out of the tents of the seventeen or eighteen dead refugees. The light of wild beasts burst out from their empty and numb eyes, full of hunger and greed.

The homeless man also opened his eyes and barely supported himself. He saw the huge garbage truck driving from not far away at first sight.

His eyes were shining with some light, not only him, but also his heads poked out from the tent, everyone, either turbid or strange eyes, and they were shining with expectation and fierce light at the trajectory of the garbage truck.

They tiptoed out of the tent, even the youngest, only three or four years old, had green light in their eyes!

Everyone was waiting, and many of their limbs were even lying on the ground, as if they were ready to charge.

Hulalalala...

The garbage truck was in place, and the huge rear bin was slowly raised. At least several tons of debris and garbage were poured down from the rear bin, raising countless dust.

Everyone's eyes were green, but they dared not move. The mutant refugees living in the darkness were deworming and cancer in the eyes of the federal people. They were too timid, too inferior, too humble. Most of the time they did not even dare to appear in front of the "people", especially during the day, this gap would become particularly obvious.

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

The garbage truck shook its butt, and the driver naturally saw the beast-like ants below, and shook his head sneeredly, saying something to the person holding a rune gun beside him. The other party seemed to be new and was surprised. The driver said nothing, and the giant garbage truck left crunched away.

Swallowing, swishing, swishing!
Chapter completed!