Chapter 2767 (2/2)
After smoking the cigarette, Su Ming didn't throw the lighter, even if he didn't use it much later.
The owner helped the glasses, did not say yes or no, but said he would leave for a while, please someone to identify.
It's understandable, but it's the same to invite anyone. It's a real world War II product. If someone dares to say it's fake, when someone doesn't obey the rules... The knell can also use another free means to get clothes and achieve perfect penetration.
It turns out that the descendants of Americans in the 1950s were relatively simple. The shopkeeper quickly invited professionals to identify the lighters and determined that they could still be used. After that, he offered a very high price.That is to say, the death knell used a lighter that was picked up in those years to exchange for several sets of high-end clothes, and the tailor's shop owner had to give him a lot of money.
Obviously, they also made money. During the process of chatting with the shop owner and appraisers, Su Ming learned that the prophet encouraged anyone to join the expedition to search for relics and lost history on the ground.
As long as someone can return to the team smoothly, those things will be bought at a high price, so that people who take risks will live a good life for a long time.
The prophet invented an advanced means of transportation, which could dig in the snow at high speed without going to the top of the snow, and avoid being surrounded by zombies as much as possible.
But even so, the casualty rate of this industry is still high. Working under the snow, an avalanche will kill people, not to mention digging those city ruins.
After a general understanding of the situation, Su Ming came back to us again, and began to make a pair of stilts for Bobo.
”Science and technology advanced to 2555, but the society stopped in 1950, regardless of the atmosphere or behavior, in all aspects.” Su Ming hammered a nail on the stick and compared Bobo's figure: ”they worship the prophet, but they are not fanatical, but they seem very rational.”
Harry put on her coat, put on her high heels, put the pink and blue horse tails on her head, wrapped them in a handkerchief, and bit the hairpin in her mouth
”Anyway, you'd better go to this man first and find out where the prophet's house is?”
”I asked a few questions, but the two old men just laughed and didn't speak. They thought it was a joke, as if they were asked children's questions by adults.”
Su Ming recalled what happened in the tailor's shop, only to find it a little strange that no one seemed to know the prophet's residence, but there was no visible sign pointing there.
There are many tall buildings in the city, but there is no place close to the prophet.
”So orangutan, I think, don't be attracted by the prophet, we should focus on the clue of soul filling.” Bobo jumped on the stilts made by the death knell and skillfully put on human clothes and trousers. After all, he was born in a circus: ”where there are soul waves or space debris, we will find them.”
If you want to throw the weapons produced here to poly1, no matter through technology or magic, it will inevitably produce space debris flow, unless you use the bridging means like sepulk.
”This is also a way, anyway, the purpose is to stop the heavy snow on earth 0, and the identity of this prophet is not so important.”
Raven gave her own opinion, but she said it doesn't count, still depends on the decision of the knell.
Su Ming felt out a cigarette and watched the city in the sun spit out a puff of smoke. The artificial sun looked like a rolling white fireball from the ground.
It radiates light, but not much heat.
”Check the soul first, raven, and try the ceremony.” The knell has decided that the so-called prophet problem can be postponed, and the snow and monster invasion must be stopped first.
”But I don't have media.” The fingers of the ravens were entangled.
”Here you are.” The knell magically handed her a pen: ”remember the zombie whose head I cut off? It's his stuff. ”
Bobo's eyes suddenly became sharp. He make complaints about it: ”have the bodies been turned into instincts? How much influence did the career of a mercenary have on you? ”
”Don't care about the details. If you drop a gold pen in the snow, you will pick it up when you see it. What's wrong with picking it up from other people's bodies? Let's go, raven. Don't worry about what the orangutan says
Su Ming held Bobo's mouth with his fingers, then fixed him on stilts, and put his two empty sleeves in the posture of embracing his chest. He looked like a sunglasses thug.