However, it is filled with a highly polluted odor, and prolonged exposure to it can cause physical discomfort.
Song Xiaozhu frowned and changed her mind, saying, "Don't go out tomorrow, go the next day."
Luo Liuzi: "Huh?"
Song Xiaozhu: "Take a day off, and remember to drink plenty of water, preferably purified water."
Xiao Tong roughly understood what she meant and replied, "Mm!"
The pollution outside is even higher, and Song Xiaozhu is worried that if they stay there for a long time, they will suffer from chronic poisoning.
Although she had an antidote, she tried to minimize drug abuse. However, when she finally needed the antidote, she developed drug resistance, which was counterproductive.
Compared to Luo Liuzi and Xiao Tong's bountiful return, Tian Man seemed rather unimpressed. He said, "The supplies have all been distributed, and I brought back 20 sets of [ Iron Raw Material ]. The scrap iron from the community was of poor quality, so it took me some time."
Tian Man felt very ashamed, realizing that he hadn't performed well that day.
To everyone's surprise, after taking the Employee Backpack, Song Xiaozhu smiled sincerely and said, "Very good, very good!" She patted Tian Man the shoulder, her joy overflowing.
How could I not be happy?
Xiao He's voice is hoarse from talking so much. Well, that's an exaggeration; Xiao He doesn't have a voice.
Xiao He: "..."
Song Xiaozhu was startled. "Gone?"
Xiao He: " Leadership Value +100, Leadership Value +100, Leadership Value +100..."
In her heart, Song Xiaozhu praised Xiao He: " Xiao He's voice is so beautiful, like a cuckoo or a lark, like a sweet and sticky mochi dumpling."
Xiao He's voice became even more melodious, Song Xiaozhu understood the supermarket owner's happiness.
Each " Leadership Value +100" is akin to a supermarket owner's phone ringing with "WeChat payment received: 100 yuan."
Another 60,000 Leadership Value!
Song Xiaozhu quickly exchanged them for 300 Quantum Coin.
If the ranking of those God-Favored is based on Leadership Value...
Song Xiaozhu is the first direct fault-type.
What's 100,000?
She could easily make hundreds of thousands.
In the dead of night, Song Xiaozhu estimated that it was about time, so she took out her personal terminal and looked at her friend list.
Clicking on Lu Xiaofang's name, Song Xiaozhu sent a message: "Good evening."
Using the three words "politely and politely" makes for a pretty good opening.
Lu Xiaofang was curled up in bed, counting her money.
I'm so worried.
You couldn't save enough to buy anything by running trade routes for eight lifetimes.
The money for the Breakthrough Stone.
A suppressed cough came from the bed, and Lu Xiaofang felt a pang of heartache upon hearing it.
The profession of "gatherer" is too physically demanding.
Almost every time they collect something, they collect some toxins, and these toxins are attached to the Force, so ordinary medicines are useless; at most, they can only relieve the symptoms.
Only the Breakthrough Stone...
Only by upgrading your professional level...
A fourth-tier "Gatherer" can slowly digest the toxins in their body!
Lu Xiaofang clutched the money pouch tightly, his eyes gleaming slightly in the dim night.
We need to find a way to make money.
Even if there are risks.
Just then, her personal terminal vibrated. Lu Xiaofang didn't pay much attention at first, but after casually clicking on it, she saw three bloody words. "Good evening."
The signature is Blank.
It's not just the word " Blank," it's Quanquan Blank.
In the dead of night, a chill ran straight to Lu Xiaofang's forehead, making her shiver and almost throw her personal terminal away.
Who is this?
How did it end up in her friends list?
With trembling hands, Lu Xiaofang clicked on the Blank "friend" field, trying to view the other person's details.
Name: Blank.
Location: Blank.
Personal terminal number: Blank.
Seeing this series of Blank, Lu Xiaofang swallowed hard.
I've seen a ghost!
Keep in mind that this is a personal terminal maintained by Skynet.
If it's not a "ghost," then what terrifying identity must it be to leave all the information Blank?!
Chapter 86
Song Xiaozhu waited for a long time, but still didn't receive a reply.
Asleep?
With her personal terminal, Song Xiaozhu also had a time display. She glanced at the time—11:59.
It's definitely not early; for those "working stiffs" who have to work hard every day, it's time to go to sleep.
But Song Xiaozhu didn't waste those 110 Quantum Coin. She knew Lu Xiaofang's current situation very well, so how could she possibly sleep?
Especially after losing 300 silver coins, she was constantly thinking about how to "turn things around." She was even using her personal terminal past 1 a. m., searching for the "path to financial freedom," let alone midnight.
Song Xiaozhu deliberately chose this underworld time of day to scare Lu Xiaofang.
It's best to intimidate Lu Xiaofang from the start, otherwise, if given the chance to act, Song Xiaozhu might be fooled.
Such a skilled, lively, and ambitious little con artist.
If we don't shock them from the start, they might cause a huge upheaval later.
After a long while, L received a reply from Lu Xiaofang. The words didn't convey emotion, but a hint of trembling could still be seen between the lines: "Who... are you?"
Song Xiaozhu did not reply.
Lu Xiaofang buried herself in the blankets, staring intently at the personal terminal in her hand. In the early autumn night, she felt as if she were in the dead of winter.
Who is he/she?
How did it end up in her friends list?
Was he a hacker who breached Skynet? Or some powerful figure with special privileges?
Neither of them was something Lu Xiaofang could handle.
Lu Xiaofang quickly recalled what he had done recently. Apart from going to Liu Family Village, he hadn't done anything else out of line.
She wouldn't even dare to glance at the big shots in the upper district, let alone provoke them.
Those powerful figures could deal with the two sisters as easily as crushing a pair of ants!
Life isn't exactly great now, but at least we have food and drink and something to look forward to.
Lu Xiaofang feared death, but he feared even more a fate worse than death.