?Jiangcheng, Xiacheng District.

Some closed abandoned street.

The layout here is very similar to the first floor and the third floor, but... the area of ​​the first floor and the third floor is already very cramped, and the layout here is even more cramped, and every household is only as big as a toilet.

There is no way, who made this place the 100-meter-twenty-foot floor that was originally built?

Because at the beginning of the construction, the expected carrying more people than now, and the construction area was so limited, and the materials were even scarce, so I had to squeeze my personal space by crazily...

It is common for a family of five or six to squeeze more than ten square meters. It is a luxury to turn over when sleeping at a rate of five square meters. The legendary Jiulong City is nothing more than that.

This is also the biggest reason why the city expanded rapidly later.

There is no electricity here at all, but the blue glowing mushrooms, green fluorescent pollution sources, purple poisonous flowers and fruits, and other indistinguishable light sources make the illumination here unexpectedly bright.

At least for the vision of the new human beings, it is roughly enough.

Although it was a little disgusting, it seemed as if I was walking into a room full of suspicious fluorescence reactions with an ultraviolet flashlight.

And it not only looks claustrophobic and weird, but also smells it.

"Gululu..." I don't know which sewage pipe leaked. The turbidity emitted colorful fluorescent liquid slowly flowed down along the top of the street, emitting a hundred times worse than the domestic garbage dump.

It’s so heartbreaking that it’s so hard to breathe after a smell. If you smell two, you can spit out the overnight meal, and if you smell three, you can go straight to the Pure Land.

The environment is so mysterious and the smell is so unpleasant that there shouldn't be traces of human activities here, but there are.

The green-haired young man stuffed Ye Chao, who was covered with his head and face, into a neatly equipped garage, hung the sausages so well, and then reluctantly took off his filter and put it on Ye Chao.

Although he immediately found a spare one, in just a few seconds, his face turned blue like his dead parents.

"Boss Qian, what's the origin of this guy? He is neither a beauty nor a rare mutant. He has to wear a filter in a VIP room so expensive?" He changed into a spare filter and took a few deep breaths, but the disgusting smell never dissipated.

This spare eliminated model is not as effective as the new model.

Green Hair said unhappily: "Just like other people, can't you let him be next to each other?"

He glanced at Ye Chao who was unconscious and then at the other cubicles.

The grids are not big, but in other grids, there are at least two or three people, and at most four or five people. There are normal humans, and there are more mutants, including beastly humans, heartless people, polluted species, radiation species, and genetic distortion species...

But none of them could enjoy Ye Chao's treatment, they were all drowsy - smoked.

Logically speaking, if you smell too much, no matter how bad the smell is, people can adapt. It is like the smell of feet, rice, and those indescribable smells in college dormitories, but if the smell is toxic, it will be different.

In fact, every meal served here is mixed with various experimental drugs. While quietly producing certain effects, these goods can also be avoided from being smothered.

Just try as much as possible.

There is nothing I can do if I really get angry. After all, they are all experimental drugs. After all, the degeneration, evolution, variation, distortion, etc. are everywhere, just like terminal illnesses such as animal transformation and physification. One part depends on medicine, three part depends on the body, and nine part depends on luck.

Wearing an astronaut-style fully enclosed helmet, Qian, who is honest and unstable, looks handsome and handsome, patrolling his territory with pride, checking the status of the goods, and instructing his followers to keep records.

Hearing Green Hair’s complaints, he grinned: “Of course it’s expensive! If you sell you, it’s good to be able to exchange for this kid’s little finger.”

"No!" Green Hair was shocked and turned around and looked at Ye Chao carefully. "This is just an ordinary student. He is not very handsome and has not very strong ability... Is it good to sell 500 yuan?"

Dun is the underground currency unit of the disaster world.

It is defined as the amount of food a normal adult male needs to survive.

It's really a dungeon.

It looks like about four or five hundred calories. It is half a pound of beef, three taels of rice and wheat...

But don’t forget that there are no cows in this world, only fear cows, no edible rice and wheat, only various dried fruit insect paste, unpalatable artificial meat, strange artificial eggs, etc.

So, this is really a pretty big unit, with a quality that exceeds the US dollar, pound or something, and it will hardly depreciate.

There is no such thing in Jiangcheng because Jiangcheng manages food and has a performance system similar to work points.

But in the underground world, goods must be priced for circulation and exchange, and they must express their high and low prices.

Gold, silver, copper and iron are not brought by death, jewelry is worthless, and bottle cap crystal core is purely a literary imagination...

The most authentic and reliable meal is the most authentic and reliable. Even if the shelf life is over, it can be repaired and eaten based on its ability, so it has become a natural unit of measurement.

Five hundred coins, a person's food rations are about half a year.

"Five hundred?" Boss Qian laughed, obviously the green hair guessed too little.

"Then... one thousand, two thousand?" Green hair tried hard to guess. This was the food ration for two years.

"Guess again!"

Green-haired's face changed a little: "Can this kid be worth tens of thousands of dollars?"

Have you enough food for this lifetime?

"You guess!"

Green-haired dared not guess: "Boss, I know I can't afford to sell me..."

He really can't imagine the world of rich people.

Green hair abilities are of no use, and combat power is not good, it is just about being aware of knowledge and tact.

Boss Qian nodded with satisfaction and continued to patrol the territory like a big rooster.

Come to the next cubicle.

"Help, help..."

"Can you give her some water? She seems to be dying..."

Some people groaned, some begged.

Boss Qian, Green Hair and other young men had no expression on their faces.

No matter how exciting the lines are, you will get tired of listening to them every day, even if it is the goddess's cheer, let alone such a dying wailing that is completely abominable.

Green hair took a short-handled hook into the grid, pulled the dying woman to the door, rolled her eyelids, took her pulse, opened a purple light scanner, and scanned the woman.

"Stained three levels, pupils one millimeter, eyeball rotation level two levels, pulse 28, powerful, hair, nails, blood first level fluorescent reaction..." He commented like weighing pork, and concluded, "It's okay, I can't die, I'm lucky, it's right to mutate."

Then he lifted the mask and said, "Bao, bah, bah..." and wiped the woman's dirty face with spit, and said, "Bao" again in annoyance.

"But you must become more beautiful, otherwise just this face will not be sold for the price..."

The woman who was angry and had a short handle hook and a hammer to help ask for help: "You, learn from others, early mutation and good morning, don't waste feed all day! Pet feed also costs money!"

The woman who was hammered quickly turned bloody, but she didn't say a word, and was even a little excited. Her eyes were glittering at the green hair, and she seemed to be looking at the distance behind him, which made people a little... creepy.

"Damn, it's the one who loses his mind." Green Mao suddenly woke up.

Those who lose their minds are a special type of awakening failure.

It is basically equivalent to a mental illness before natural disasters. It is said that you will see inexplicable pictures from time to time and hear inexplicable sounds...

Some seem to be prophetic, precise and terrifying, while others are pure nonsense and absurd.

He was serious about being crazy and couldn't do anything. Green hair took back the weapon and hurriedly followed Boss Qian who was walking away.

"Hahaha, you're done! You're done!" The woman suddenly lost her heart and laughed.

The green hair was blown up by her smile, and her steps quickly accelerated a little.

Suddenly, Boss Qian stopped and looked back with some sense.

"Boss, I'll deal with that crazy woman right away!" Green hair said obediently.

Boss Qian waved his hand, that's not the case.

There are not ten or eight of the psychopaths here. Some are born and some are locked up. How could he care?

"Is that boy awake? Why is it so fast?" He frowned and glanced at Green Hair.

The terrified green hair suddenly shivered with trembling: "Boss Qian, the sedative agent has indeed been taken. I took it myself, and there was no drop left. The third brother saw it, right?"

The third brother with a big shoulder and a round waist nodded.

"Maybe it...mutated?"

Will the communication ability person worth hundreds of thousands of tons mutate again? Double awakening? Do you think that kid is the protagonist...
Chapter completed!