Doomsday Pavilion

Early the next morning, Lin Chou had just cooked a pot of soup.

The Lord Shan came, and so did Bai Qiongshou and Shen Feng.

The surviving Panshan team and Bai Qiongshou's Jianfeng finally came together, the two teams merged, and a "tier five" big man Shen Feng Shen Daxia had to be brought along.

To say that the fifth-order Shen Feng is really supported by someone. For example, the little fool with a duck is obviously an awakened person, but he is ecstatic Martial Dao, and he admires Shen Feng very much. Asking Shen Feng for advice, Shen Daxia has a lingering smell of duck shit all day long.

It is estimated that everyone knows that this is a short-lived ghost that can't be offended, and he is very enthusiastic.

Humans are born free, and Houtian puts on the shackles. For a person who can foresee death, nothing is out of the ordinary, his nature is like this.

Of course, Lord Shan definitely didn't bring a sharpened knife over here. He didn't have the time to really stay in the base city to sharpen the knife.

These few days are the harvest days in the wilderness, the identity of the third-order evolutionary, coupled with the extremely diligent Bai Qiongshou and Shen Feng, they all dared to attack the fourth-order alien beasts.

In short, every day I start earlier than the chickens and sleep later than the dogs. This is the life of Lord Shan.

"Well, it's only been two days to count your boy acquaintance."

Shan Ye sipped a sip of the three-color snake wine, triumphant, but with two huge dark circles under his eyes, he fought against Master Gungun, "What's delicious this morning?"

Lin Chou thought for a while, "Peanuts, mixed wild vegetables, pig blood soup, white rice."

Shan Ye almost died of anger, "It's not that I said you are an unreliable boss. It's just that you don't see a person behind closed doors for three days. How can you make a dish so unconcerned!"

"Salt-baked chicken will take two hours to cook now, do you want it?"

Shan Ye was chattering, he came too late, and waited two more hours, it was noon!

I had no choice but to pat my stomach, "Well, if you don't eat rice without meat, you don't need to eat it."

Bai Qiong first grabbed the peanuts and the wine jar, "You said, don't drink it."

Pour a cup for himself and Shen Feng, and mumbled bald heads and walked in from the door, "Boss, this oil price has gone up again, don't you say what kind of first-order living corpse soft crystal extraction technology has been developed in the base city, today's oil prices This is a full 50% increase over the previous two days!"

Huang Dashan sneered, "That's all fools, do you believe the official rants?"

The bald head touched the scalp, and he said, "Master Shan, then tell me, what's the reason for this?"

"Just after the autumn festival, how many hunter hunting teams run into the wilderness all day? There are only a few fuel manufacturers under the research institute. How much fuel is enough for people in the entire base city? Not to mention what low-level soft crystals are. Extracting technology, unless it is a scientific research institute that can turn sea water into source crystal fuel, it won’t be the best fart!"

The bald head raised his thumb when he said something, "I don't even support the wall, but I will take you to my mouth!"

Shan Ye smiled, "By the way, don't you know, there is something interesting... The funeral home of the base city launched an appointment project yesterday!"

"puff!"

Shen Feng and Bai Qiongshou directly sprayed the wine, "What are you talking about?"

Shan Ye shook his head and said, "The Autumn Festival is over. From last month to March next year, it is a harvest season in the wilderness. The number of deaths is ascending. There are only a few crematoriums in the base city. The line waiting for the burning of corpses lined up from the top of the West Mountain to the foot of the mountain...The funeral home is also absolutely perfect. Leaflets are distributed one by one. .. Each team can receive one to three places with the official seal of the occurrence committee, haha..."

The bald face didn't know whether it was crying or laughing, and the corners of his mouth twitched, "The funeral home staff, how many were killed?"

Shan Ye winked his eyebrows and said, "Hit? Let's hit an egg hair. More than a thousand places were booked on the same day. The scene is so hot!"

"puff!"

Lord Shan proudly took out a dozen thick shit-yellow tickets,

"Have you seen it? Fortunately, Grandpa is smart and didn't rush to cancel the team names of the three teams and the titles of the six deputy captains. With the addition of Brother Lin's shop, Daddy has got a full 26 places. Hahaha, it's developed. !"

Bai Qiongshou and Shen Feng were stunned at first, then furious, and lifted the table on the spot-uh, no. In order to avoid the tragic situation of the last fight, the system master completely connected the table and the ground together, and strengthened all the easy It is not known which dimension of black technology was used for damaged items.

Bai Qiongshou yelled, "Which one do you curse to die first? I'll go to your uncle! Your conscience has been criticized by the dog?"

Lin Chou was also dumbfounded. How did the brain circuit of this guy grow out? With twenty-six corpse burning places, everyone in the Jianfeng team burned five or six back and forth to use up these pieces of torn paper.

By the way, Shan Ye’s parents really didn’t neglect certain crucial steps in the process of creating him? Or simply because the placenta grew up later...

"Don't fight, don't fight, fucking! Don't fight!" Shan Ye jumped out from the punches and kicks of a group of people.

Even the swallows took advantage of the chaos to get a few kicks.

There are two eye-catching footprints on Shan Ye's crotch, namely the bald head and the swallow. The two looked at each other, full of appreciation for each other.

"Do you know that this corpse burning voucher has been fired to 7000 circulation points, just sign up, as long as one thousand circulation points, change hands and sell it, hehe... there is a guarantee that it is a fifty-year old man The person who burned the corpse himself could burn any part of the memorial that you specified. In order to reserve his place for the corpse, daddy didn't even need his face, fucking...Whose shoe print on my crotch belongs to?"

Shen Feng said with his fingers, "Sold everyone's reputation, and then exchange it...well, 156,000 circulation points? Bald head, how much is Yuanjing's fuel per liter now?"

"Three hundred and seventy one liter."

Everyone rolls their eyes together, what is not doing proper work, this is not doing proper work.

Well...

However, I also went to the wilderness to toss the harvest for a day, so I forgave Huang Dashan to a large extent, and the stolen goods were confiscated!

Shan Ye TM is also very wronged, quite wronged, daddy's dream is to sleep until he wakes up naturally, and count the money to get cramps.

At two or three o'clock in the morning, the white rabbit was picked up from the hot kang of his wife and children. Is it awesome to be a captain?

If you can’t sleep, can daddy earn some extra money?

It's better now. It was confiscated without even catching the flamboyant hairs. It is well-known as fuel costs.

Fuel your grandma!

People before the cataclysm often said that God will open a window for you when he closes a door for you.

Shan Ye's doors and windows were not only opened, but the outside was still facing the cesspool.

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