I use Yiyou to attack NPCs in the infinite world

Running all the way, he came to a dilapidated village.

This is the outer village of the central city, and most of the people who live here are people who have no financial means to enter the central city.

The waste treatment plant is directly managed by AI World Consciousness and is not owned by any private industry.

So it does not restrict people from digging for gold in the garbage.

Because as long as things are sent to the waste treatment plant, when they reach a certain amount, they will be directly destroyed and turned back into energy.

Whoever can pick it up before it is destroyed is the one who can do it.

Many people living in other villages make a living by picking up rubbish in waste treatment plants.

And in the outer village, there happened to be a waste recycling station.

Wan'an sat in Zi Batian and rushed straight to the outer village. As soon as he arrived at the entrance of the village, he attracted everyone's attention.

"This robot is so big, how could it appear here?"

"Look at the sacks hanging all over its body, it seems to be from a waste treatment plant."

"I think this robot is Ziguang, and its level is not low. It should be a combat robot of this size."

"Is life so difficult now? Are the combat robots starting to pick up trash?"

"Hey! Look quickly, there are people in those sacks." A sharp-eyed man saw Wan An whose figure was blocked by the sacks.

Wan'an jumped off Zi Batian's body, and raised his hand to warmly greet the passers-by in the outer village.

People from other villages looked at her strange face and waved their hands in response.

Just wondering who this person is and why he brought a combat robot to pick up trash, he saw that Wan An had already gone to the waste recycling station.

"Master, are you collecting things today?" Wan An looked at the old man who was sitting at the gate of the recycling bin enjoying the cool air.

The old man followed Wan'an's guidance and saw Zi Batian covered in sacks.

He said "ah" in a daze, and waved his hands again and again: "I can't put it away, I can't put it away, you are a battle-type SA-level purple robot, you have to go to the central city to sell it, I can't take it away."

Wan'an: "..."

"Master, I'm here to sell waste water bottles." Wan An approached and explained helplessly.

"Water bottle seller, you little girl, you didn't tell me earlier." The uncle clearly didn't smell of alcohol, he stood up unsteadily and looked drunk.

He checked the 23 sacks hanging on Zi Batian's body.

Each sack was at least one hundred catties, and the heaviest was five hundred catties.

Uncle Fan stared at this sack and took out this sack, and kicked that sack.

"Now the water bottles are all priced at the same price. Ten water bottles sell for 1 AI coin, and your parts are all metal, 5 AI coins a catty." When talking about the price, the uncle's eyes lit up: "Do you think this price is okay, okay? I'll weigh it."

It is also the first time in Wan'an to sell scraps, and the price of Blue Star cannot be used as a reference for the price of the AI ​​world.

From the databases of Mechanical Cat and Zibatian, I saw a lot of information about this AI world.

But it's not the most perfect.

Just like Zibatian, the database only has combat data, combat areas, etc.

The mechanical cat's database information is even less, and the memories of waste collection in other villages are all four or five years ago.

"Master, can you add some more?" Wan An scratched his head in embarrassment, "I'm penniless, it took me seven days to pick it up, and I haven't eaten for three days."

"You are penniless and you still keep combat robots?" The uncle was not easy to talk to.

"I picked it up today." Wan'an explained: "If I hadn't picked it up, I wouldn't have been able to get the seven days' waste by myself. After all, I don't even have the money for the ride."

"Okay, okay, the parts count as 8 AI coins per catty."

The uncle waved his hand impatiently: "These are all picked up at the scrap treatment plant. If you dare to pick things up there, you will know that these can be sold for money, but not for much. After all, old man, when I resell them, I also sell them to mechanics who collect second-hand parts. .”