The end of the world starts with failing the exam

"The Hanging City is so cruel?" Wei Nan exclaimed, "Isn't this enough to make people resign??"

"I also resigned. Do you think I'm better off?" Yanque explained helplessly, seeming to understand Hassad's situation.

"For the madmen in the research association, every alchemist is the product of the miracle of Tianzun's mercy, so defecting to the Hanging City is the most unforgivable act, but they don't want to kill anything, they just want you to take away what belongs to Tianzun Just return the things." Lawrence explained.

In fact, in the previous conversation, Chen Jing saw several things similar to prosthetics from Hassad, but to be honest...those things looked quite backward, at least not as good as the equipment of Li Mobai and his alchemists. Too same.

If you really want to compare.

Li Mobai and the others were like people living in the cyber era.

And this Hassad lives in the age of steam.

"You guys go faster!"

Hassad's voice came from downstairs, and the door creaked, followed by dynamic music.

Follow the voice of Hassad.

Everyone walked through the dark corridor on the last floor.

Follow him through the iron gate.

Chen Jing felt like he had suddenly arrived in the 1990s.

"The area of ​​this building is so big..."

Chen Jing looked at the crowded "small city" in front of him and felt a little incredible. Because they walked down from the narrow rooftop step by step, everyone knew that no matter how large the area of ​​​​this building was, it was the Sunset Red Community. The elevator building is like that.

But the reality is unexpected.

The interior of this building is far wider than everyone imagined. Although the corridor is still narrow and cramped, you can't see the end at a glance. There are hundreds of security doors on the left and right sides of the corridor alone.

"The apartment in this place is so small?" Chen Jing guessed subconsciously.

"They are all two-bedroom apartments. I have lived here." Lawrence explained in a low voice, "The building itself was once an ownerless relic, but now it seems that it has an owner..."

This place is not just for living in.

Chen Jing could tell.

It is no exaggeration to say that this is a small city.

Many residents' doors are wide open. Some people put stickers or hang wooden signs on the doors as signboards, while others are more particular and arrange all kinds of neon marquees...

Buy and sell relics and mortgage materials.

Restaurants, hair salons, hardware stores.

A black clinic of unknown origin.

There are even a few houses that have been opened up and turned into dance halls.

The narrow corridor was crowded with people.

Occasionally, you can see impatient people queuing up outside some colorful shops.

"Is it so lively here?" Wei Nan excitedly rushed up and hooked Chen Jing's neck, and said excitedly, "There is also a video game store there! Let's go and check it out!"

"It turns out it's not so lively." Lawrence only felt that everything in front of him was a little strange. It was different from the lifeless gathering place in his impression. "In the past, all the three religions and peoples were crowded in this building, and they could beat their brains out every day, but now It seems quite harmonious..."

Hassad had already squeezed into the crowd at this moment, and many people coming and going seemed to know him, and everyone was greeting him warmly.

"Crazy Chen! Come to my house later and tell you something big!"

As he spoke, Hassad threw a cigar over from a distance of more than ten meters. Chen Bofu raised his hand to catch it with a look of disgust, and threw it into Bai Aji's mouth.

"I can't get used to this thing." Chen Bofu glanced at Bai Aji, who had only one head exposed on Chen Jing's shoulder, "Just take it and chew it. It's a calcium supplement!"

"???"

Chapter 274: The Old King Sleeping Underground (Part 1)

Hassad's home is located on the top floor of the building, with good sunlight from the north and south. Its area is also larger than the house downstairs. It seems to be connected to more than a dozen rooms, and the entire decoration layout is biased towards some kind of research laboratory.

Except for the living room and bathroom, they are still preserved.

The rest of the rooms in the house were opened.

But to be honest, this place does not look spacious, and it is even more cramped and cramped than the residents' homes downstairs, because mountains of "materials" can be seen everywhere in Hassad's house.

Some are from Hanging City, some are from Yongye Market, and there are some petri dishes from the Great Buddha Mother Temple piled in the corner.

"Why are you still so sloppy?" Chen Bofu started to complain mercilessly as soon as he entered the door, "It's like a pig's nest... no, worse than a pig's nest. Even pigs are more hygienic than you!"

"It's really a bit embarrassing." Lawrence slapped the flies in front of him, as if he had completely forgotten what kind of life he had lived before.

"Oh, why do you care so much about details...come and sit down!"

Hassad led everyone to the only sofa in the living room. This was probably the cleanest place in the house. At least there were no black and sticky oil stains and all kinds of strange-colored mucus on the sofa.

Wait until everyone is seated.

Hassad ran to the freezer and got some drinks in glass bottles.

The green color looks inexplicably refreshing, and when you open the lid, you will be greeted by a rich fruit aroma.

"Juice?" Chen Boxu took it and took a look, his face full of suspicion, "Why doesn't it have a trademark?"

"Homemade." Hassard smiled.

"Isn't this thing clean..." Chen Bofu didn't dare to drink. He turned to look at Bai Aji who looked confused, raised his hand and handed it over, "Here you go!"

"???" Bai Aji was confused, wondering if he had been labeled as a trash can by these humans, but this bottle of open-top drink smelled quite delicious...

Be skeptical.

Baiaji bit down on the bottle and drank it down.

Then Yue spit it out.

"It tastes so bad!" Wei Nan also tried to take a sip, spitting it out while complaining, "You made this stuff with engine oil, right?!"

"There are too few uncontaminated raw materials in the wasteland, and the robbed materials are also limited. Priority must be provided to the residents in this building, and the remaining scraps can be used to make juice..." Hassad opened it himself I took a sip of a bottle of juice with a look of enjoyment on my face, as if I was already used to the pungent smell of engine oil.

Chen Bofu lit a cigarette and glanced at Hassad.

"What's going on in this building?"

"Ok?"

"I think this place is very harmonious..." Chen Bofu said loudly, as if he was still recalling the scene he saw the last time he came here, "Back then, this place was full of shouts of beating and killing, and the brains were dried in the corridor. It’s all like carpet…”

"That's what you said." Hassad nodded in realization, "I transformed this place with my own hands. I don't like those messy things. Wouldn't it be better for everyone to live under a stable order?"

After that, Hassad chatted with everyone about the story of this building.

When he defected from the Hanging City, Hassad was chased by hundreds of elite alchemists from the research society. From leaving the city to going deep into the wasteland, he gritted his teeth and ran for tens of thousands of kilometers. .

"The alchemists didn't catch you in the end?" Chen Boxu looked a little gloating.

"Half of it was caused by me, and the other half was thrown away by me." Hassad said with a sigh, and then raised his finger to point to the largest piece of "furniture" in the room, with a look of helplessness on his brows, "I That body can no longer be used casually, otherwise the Hanging City will discover my location..."

In fact, Chen Jing noticed when he first entered the room. In the middle of this large suite that looked like a research room, there was a sealed glass warehouse about three meters high and one meter and a half in diameter.

It's like a water tank used to raise fish in an aquarium. It's filled with light blue liquid that occasionally has dense bubbles, and in the liquid, there is a complete human "body" soaked... That The body and limbs are intact, and the head is also well preserved.

Facial features.

Exactly like Hassad.

Although the lower part of the body is covered by a mass of magnetic fluid-like material, it can be seen from his exposed upper body that the degree of biological modification of this body is definitely not lower than that of Li Mobai... In other words, from the face Judging from the purpose of bionic technology, this body looks more natural than Li Mobai, more like a normal human being.

"After getting rid of the group of alchemists, I searched everywhere for a place to stay, trying to find a place that was far away from the Hanging City and with less traffic..." Hassad sighed.

"There is not much traffic in this place?" Chen Boxu was stunned. "Do you have any misunderstanding about the traffic?"

"Oh, I mainly took a fancy to this building. It's very similar to the building where I first settled in Hanging City, so I took over this place. Those who are willing to mix with me can keep it, and those who don't want to mix with me can keep it. So I drove him away." Hassad smiled.

"Were you killed?" Lawrence asked.

Hassad did not deny it and nodded while drinking the juice.

"So this place is no longer a gathering place for homeless people. It can barely be regarded as my private territory..."

According to Hassad.

This "walled city" is already the most orderly place in the wasteland.

In this building.

No private fighting is allowed, no killing is allowed, no robbing and stealing is allowed.

The number of residence places is not fixed either.

Selected by special rules, those that do not meet the standards will be removed.

"By banning all these things, I can be cleaner. At least I have free time to do my own business..." Hassad said with a smile.

"You're almost like those tribes." Chen Bofu took a puff from his cigarette and flicked the ashes, "You said you wanted to talk to me about something important before..."

"Yes! Big event!" Hassad's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but get excited when he talked about it, "Originally, I planned to go to Yongye City to find you. I started making plans half a year ago, but I didn't expect you. He actually suffered such a huge fall..."

"Do you believe I tore your mouth off?" Chen Bofu frowned.

"Oh, I didn't expect to meet you in the wasteland anyway! Isn't this just right!" Hassad squeezed in front of Chen Bofu and couldn't control himself, "We haven't cooperated in so many years. To be honest, I I still miss it a lot..."

"If you fart, let it go." Chen Bofu looked impatient.

Hassad smiled mysteriously and asked in a lowered voice.

"Are you interested in relics from the past?"

"Have we seen less of that thing? Not interested!" Chen Boxu raised his hand and dug his ears, his expression still so impatient.

"It's not an ordinary ruin."

Hassad added in a low voice, the look in his eyes becoming more and more excited.

"It's the ruins where the bones of the Old King are buried!"

Chapter 275: The Old King Sleeping Underground (Part 2)

When Hassad finished speaking, everyone couldn't help but look at each other, and finally turned their attention to Chen Jing, because not long ago he mentioned a place where he could be promoted to the rank...

That's right.

The tomb of the Black Pharaoh.

That ancient ruins sounds like it contains some kind of corpse, doesn't it just correspond to the ancient ruins mentioned by Hassad!

"What a coincidence?" Chen Boxu frowned and glanced at Chen Jing and then at Hassad, feeling that this matter was indescribably weird.

If all this was such a coincidence, he really suspected that it was a trap set by Hassad after eavesdropping on their conversation.

"What's such a coincidence?" Hassad looked at the old man in confusion and scratched his head, "Why are you reacting so strangely..."

"Does that ancient ruin have a name?" Chen Jing took the initiative, with a look of anticipation mixed with a hint of vigilance in his eyes.

"No name." Hassad shook his head.

"Who is the Old King buried there?" Lawrence asked calmly.

Hassad bared his teeth and said nothing, hesitating for a moment before he could speak.

"You agree first! I'll talk about it after you agree to cooperate!" Hassad said cautiously, "You won't suffer any loss anyway. After opening the ruins, I only need to..."

"You only want the bones of the Old King?" Chen Bofu sneered, "All the good things fall into your pocket, right?"

"No, no, no, I'm not interested in that." Hassad hurriedly explained, "It's just that there are murals I want to see in that ruins. I need those things. Apart from the murals, the rest, whether they are relics or anything else, is It belongs to you.”

"This... seems capable?" Lawrence glanced at Chen Jing, then at Chen Boxu, and then tentatively asked Hassad, "What kind of cooperation are you talking about?"

"There is a deadly guard in that ruins. I am in too bad a state now to be able to defeat him."

Hassad sighed, his eyes couldn't help but focus on the prosthetic body in the glass warehouse.

"My current body is of inferior quality. It can only display the strength of the fourth-order old descendants at most. The strongest ones I raised are about the same as you."

When he finished speaking, Hassad looked at Lawrence.