The years I spent picking up garbage to eat in another world

In the north, the Black Sun Church Pope City.

At some point, this place was often shrouded in a faint nameless black mist. The flower of Zijera was dyed black, and the flower buds crawled all over the garbage dump, spewing pollen everywhere.

Countless Black Sun Church members wearing black garbage bags, black stockings and other clothes gathered towards the Pope City like zombies.

But it did not affect the believers' enthusiasm for the Black Sun at all.

They seemed to be in a state of mental disorder. They knelt down every time they took a step, shouting "Black Sun is coming" in fear. From time to time, believers who could not hold on fell to the ground and became nutrients for Zijera.

And in the center of the city in the distance.

Under the cluster of branches and vines, a huge white bone claw held a giant black ball, and underneath were a crowd of believers praying devoutly to the holy remains, calling out His real name.

At this moment, the giant black ball throbbed, and suddenly exploded with a click, and a sound wave swept over like a rotten wood.

In the blink of an eye, countless nearby believers were turned into a handful of blood powder, sweeping towards the Black Sun Church's hall like a rotten wood.

"Hmph."

A cold snort came from the pitch-black hall.

A powerful thought wave came from the hall, forming a huge transparent shield covered with fine black runes, composed of a large number of twisted sharp angles and curves, like densely packed wriggling insects.

Boom.

The sound wave dissipated, but half of the roof of the Black Sun Church's hall was also blown off.

At this time, the bishops and knights of the Black Sun Church realized that they were attacked.

"What happened?"

They saw a big hole blown open in the holy remains in the center of the city, revealing the disgusting organs and whiskers inside, like undigested food flowing out of a crushed stomach, and a broken stomach with a human face and red hair.

In front of this pool of blood and flesh, the pope in a black robe emerged from the mist.

Unlike the clone that Boss Xiao encountered, the real body of the Pope was shrouded in a dark nameless fog, and his appearance could not be seen at all.

However, he was obviously not in a good mood. It was not easy to cultivate the holy bones. Each piece of flesh and blood was formed by the faith of countless scavengers, but Boss Xiao destroyed most of it.

…

"Damn, this is a big loss! Who is that black guy?"

Boss Xiao looked at the closed abyss crack and could no longer sense the trace of the puppet. His face was as uncomfortable as if he had eaten a fly.

The damn black guy ran away with his puppet.

That was his masterpiece, a collection-level puppet made by a whole nine-star Dou Zong and many natural treasures. Although it was stained with red hair, it was estimated that it would be useless, but what if it could be used after washing?

No, it also had to add the fragments of the Four Souls Jade.

When Boss Xiao thought of this, he felt particularly uncomfortable.

It was really tortuous to deal with the red hair this time. He also suffered a big loss at the hands of the red hair last time. Could it be that the red hair was born to defeat him?

"No one has ever been able to snatch something from me. Black Sun Cult, right? I'll remember this time."

Boss Xiao had to swallow his anger temporarily. After a battle, he was really exhausted and injured. It would be unwise to chase him now.

And this black ghost was very evil. It seemed that there was something more terrible behind him.

Before, Xiao Yang was controlled by the black ghost for 30 seconds.

When Xiao Yang used the power of the double pupil to break the delusion and break free from the indescribable fear, he vaguely saw a dark spherical shadow in the unknown darkness.

"That thing is too evil. Just looking at it makes my scalp numb. Could it be the so-called god of the Black Sun Cult?"

There are many weird things in the garbage world. God knows what the Black Sun Cult is doing. If they create a counter-evil god, it will be troublesome.

Boss Xiao glanced at the collapsed Huangshi Mountain Range and decided to see if there was any trophy to make up for the loss.

After the danger was lifted, Xiao Yang called Shui Duoduo and other branch members who had been on standby outside to clean up the battlefield.

After a lot of tossing and fighting, the entire Huangshi Mountain Range was almost destroyed, and occasionally sand-like light spots could be seen scattered among the rubble.

Those were the tiny source particles exposed after the source stone mines were broken, and they were rapidly evaporating energy.

Although the puppet was taken away, at least the red-haired monster was killed, and now the garbage in the Huangshi Mountain Range can be picked up at will.

However, Boss Xiao and others were not interested in dealing with the source stone slag for the time being, but were looking for the mummies buried in the rubble and ice and snow everywhere.

They were all the corpses of evolvers.

These people were originally invited by Huangshi City to deal with the red-haired monster, but they lost their lives instead and were sucked away by the red-haired monster.

Those who dared to join the Huangshi City group were all senior scavengers who had picked up garbage for decades. They were at least above the fifth level, and they must not be too poor.

Almost all of them have space treasures, such as storage bags, mustard bracelets, space rings, etc., and there are probably a lot of high-quality junk in them.

In addition, they also found some zombie corpses, but the spirit cores were gone. They must have been eaten by the red-haired monsters, so they could only be picked up and fermented.

"Hey, there are still fish that have slipped through the net."

Boss Xiao suddenly sensed the breath of life in a pile of rubble, and was surprised.

When he lifted the huge ice block in the distance, he found that it was the unlucky vice president of the ogre.

However, only half of his body was left, a head with half a shoulder and an arm, which was obviously smashed by a punch from the Dou Zong puppet before.

He was not dead yet.

Boss Xiao stepped forward and was about to study it, when his feet suddenly made a cracking sound, and he felt a strange feeling of stepping on shit, as if he had stepped on a rotten orange and the flesh had cracked.

The vice president's eyes suddenly opened, his eyeballs seemed to be about to pop out, and he let out a pig-like cry.

"Ah~ my balls! Damn guy, you stepped on my balls!!"

Boss Xiao rubbed his soles on the ice and cursed his bad luck. He was so unlucky today.

"Hey, it's you? You are that boss Xiao."

The vice president's head caught a glimpse of the person stepping on the eggs, and he actually recognized Xiao Yang's identity, but because he was killed by the puppet in one move, he didn't know the relationship between Boss Xiao and the puppet.

"Oh? You actually know me."

"Uh, Boss Xiao, we met at the Xingcheng Auction."

His reminder made Boss Xiao remember that the person who smiled at him at the auction was him.

"Uh, Boss Xiao, can you do me a favor? Help me put my body together, I will reward you handsomely. There are still a few seventh-level spirit cores in my space treasure. If you like them, you can take them."

The vice president didn't dare to be arrogant when he saw that the person coming was Boss Xiao, for fear that the other party would kill him. After all, the reputation of ogres outside was not good.

"This is already mine, let's change the conditions."

Boss Xiao didn't hesitate and took the ring on his hand and took a rough look.

Wow, there are really a lot of things, there are three or four seventh-level spirit cores alone, and there are also many corpses.

"Hey, this is..."

Xiao Yang found a strange human head, which was actually square, like a box.

Took it out and looked at it, the twisted facial features were twisted into a lump, like the pattern of the chicken in mahjong tiles...

"Zuo...Wang Dao?"