Chapter 573 277 Lonely Rock

Chapter 573 277. Lonely Rock

"knew!"

Pierre shouted impatiently, looking at the other person's retreating back, and spat:

"Bah, what are you pretending to be? They are just a bunch of lackeys."

He held the cigarette between his fingers and muttered:

"I have never heard of rock music until now. Maybe the church created a new word to use it to persecute people."

"Uncle Peel?"

Xia Beiluo took the opportunity to come over, said hello, and then asked curiously:

"Are the people from the Black Snake Gang coming to make things difficult for you?"

"Oh, it's you - well, let's just say they are."

Pierre took off his hat, scratched his bald scalp, and said:

"The brains of these dogs are as smooth as glass balls, without any wrinkles. Come here and say that I have a casino here and a private collection of rock music? Hahaha, I am really convinced. Look - this is my scrap station , a total of 800 square meters of land, and at a glance, they actually said there is a 'casino' here?"

Pierre's complaints were as continuous as a machine gun, but Xia Beiluo only noticed the unfamiliar word he mentioned.

“What is rock music?”

Xia Beiluo asked curiously.

"I don't know, it's the first time I've heard that word - maybe a kind of music that requires rolling to play?"

Peele didn’t understand either:

"I really don't know what these people want... They broke in out of nowhere and it took me a long time to clean them up."

"After all, after the Ghost Lord Church seizes power, we all have to live according to the church's rules."

Xia Beiluo comforted:

"Otherwise, we can only rely on the power of the other two churches, or we can only wait for the new church to take office and seize power."

"Hey... the followers of [Yuanyuan Tianzun] and [Void Emperor] are not much better."

Pierre took a drag on his cigarette and complained:

"[Yuanyuan Tianzun] The church prohibits free love, and your life and marriage must be arranged uniformly by the church. [Void Emperor] strictly limits business time. If you let me go to that kind of place, why not kill me."

"But after all...only the church can bring order. They are authorized by heaven to give people the [weird] path. They are the law, the law enforcers, the witnesses of marriages, the warriors and the teachers. Without the church, you would Souls and evil spirits will cause chaos everywhere - I can't imagine how terrible it would be in this world without the church!"

After hearing Xia Beiluo's words, Pierre only became more dismissive.

"The church is indeed great, but there are places in this world that the church has no control over. You and I can make arbitrary remarks about the church here. If we don't speak out, they won't be able to hear us. If they can't hear our thoughts, then why? Say God is omniscient and omnipotent? If God is omniscient and omnipotent, why does he need people to believe in him?

After that, he flicked the ashes from his cigarette, glanced at Xia Beiluo, and asked:

"You came here very early today? Got something new?"

Xia Beiluo shook his head:

"The car broke down, the luggage was rotten, and the house was flooded. I just cleaned myself up, otherwise I would still smell of sewers, and it would be really rude to come out to see people."

"Oh, it sounds like things aren't going well for you either."

Pierre said coldly.

"It's a bit." Xia Beiluo said, "How about it? Uncle Pierre, can you give me a job? I'm very hard-working and I don't get paid. I just need to have food to eat and a roof to sleep on."

"Um……"

Pierre glanced at Xia Beiluo's thin figure, and then at the scrapyard that had been turned upside down by the Black Snake Gang.

"I didn't need help in the first place."

Pierre spat out his eyes, took out his pocket watch, looked at the time, and waved his hand:

"I'm going to be busy with business in the next few days. Just stay here and look after the door for me. You can also sort things and clean them up. You can sleep in the garage for the time being. As for food, there is some stock in the kitchen. , you can figure it out yourself.”

Xia Beiluo was overjoyed. He quickly dusted off his sleeves, made a sacred mark with his hands, and thanked him respectfully:

"Thank you! You are indeed a good person with a conscience. May the name of the Lord be with you. You will definitely be rewarded."

"Okay, you can figure it out yourself. Remember to lock the door before 10 o'clock every night."

Pierre said, explaining the precautions while leading her to the scrapyard.

The scrapyard is not big, just an old room, piled up with steel bars, rusty carriages, and a few bundles of cables.

Xia Beiluo walked into the garage and helped Pierre guide the broken pickup truck out. The old ghost in the engine sighed while trying to drive the motor to rotate. She saw the spiritual power converter flashing blue light several times. , for fear that the ghost would quit the strike and collapse in the garage.

Fortunately, in the end, Pierre successfully started the pickup truck, carrying the small crane, and drove away from the scrap yard.

In this way, I have a place to stay for the time being.

"You have to work hard."

Xia Beiluo was in no hurry to rest. She had to understand the whole picture of this scrap station first.

The first thing is to check the psychic power supply station. The souls of the three criminals imprisoned inside are in good condition. The souls that have been purified by the church can always maintain a stable mood without worrying about tripping.

Then she came to the mechanical table where she worked. There was a small puppet. It might have been a mascot in an amusement park, but now the bear skin on its surface had rotted, revealing cotton and mechanical mechanisms. Fortunately, the spirit that possessed it was fine, and she could control it to flatten the steel plates.

The inspection of the kitchen was also a top priority. When Xia Beiluo opened the door, the cockroaches that were wandering and flying all over the place did not let her give up. She controlled the blowtorch to burn some nests that appeared blatantly in front of her, and then rescued the clean ingredients: half a bag of flour, four pounds of bread, a piece of bacon and canned beans.

In the next few days, she had to use the open-air kitchen, hoping that the pigeons would not carry out air raids when passing by.

The garage was her rest area, and she cleaned it up last. Although the air was filled with the strong smell of ashes and rouge, and the long-term parking of the ghost car made the temperature here much lower than that outside, Xia Beiluo found two thick blankets and dug out a cotton coat from the garbage dump.

The bed was easy to make. She found a piece of wood, placed it on a few oil drums, and then spread her coat on it. She no longer had to worry about cockroaches drilling into her nostrils while she slept.

"Hey, I'm pretty smart!"

Xia Beiluo wiped her nose and suddenly felt an itchy throat and a blocked nasal cavity.

Maybe it was a little cold, but it didn't matter. Just drink some hot water.

"It's still a while before the evening... Let's clean up the scrap yard quickly."

Pierre took her in so generously, but he didn't let her eat and live for free. If she wanted to have a long-term stable income, she had to prove her ability.

She drank two large cups of hot water, ate a piece of bread that tasted like rubber, and immediately started to sort out the scraps.

As a woman, her strength was not great. Many times, she needed to use spiritual power to activate the puppet to move heavy objects, but the output of spiritual power was limited. If she overdrew, she would faint.

Therefore, Xia Beiluo rarely used puppets to carry things directly. She first cut and folded the large waste into several small pieces, so that she could move more easily. She only needed to tie a rope and drag it with her body.

Xia Beiluo could not say that she had any enthusiasm for work. She just tried her best to do every task at hand.

In order to solve problems in labor, people often burst out intelligence beyond their imagination.

"The two cars collided with each other... If they were cut directly, the spiritual power converter would be damaged. If the structure inside was damaged, a lot of money would be lost."

Xia Beiluo looked at the tragic car accident in front of him and sighed.

The two cars were almost like mortise and tenon structures, just stuck together. The red car was like an arrow, and the front of the car pierced the body of the purple car and destroyed the entire cab.

Judging from the red rust and dead seaweed on it, it was probably fished out from the bottom of the sea, and it was unknown how many years ago it was.

However, even if it was a car from a hundred years ago, there was no difference from the popular styles today.

After all, under the control of the church, technology has long stagnated.

Although the body of the car owner must have been disposed of, Xia Beiluo still carefully sprinkled a handful of salt to dispel the ghosts of the dead in the car accident.

As for how to deal with it, Xia Beiluo has a good idea.

She is small, less than 1.6 meters without shoes, which is enough to knock off the windshield from the back seat, then get into the car body, sit in the cockpit of the middle car, operate from the inside, and cut the roof open, so as to avoid damaging the engine of the middle car.

This is a bit risky, because for her, it takes a long time to squeeze in a small space to work.

Although the parts are seriously aged, fortunately, they did not collapse and break in the middle, pressing her underneath.

As she dismantled the spiritual electric converter of the middle car and checked it, there was basically no problem, and everything went smoothly.

"Next, it's time to dismantle the chassis."

Xia Beiluo breathed a sigh of relief. She had good luck today.

She manipulated the puppet to slowly lift the front of the red car, and then carefully disassembled the fallen seats and chassis in the back of the purple car.

However, what appeared in front of her was not the drive shaft of the car.

As she removed the back seat, she saw a closed storage space, in which a strange big box was kept.

"It's actually vacuum-sealed? Oh my God, this car has been specially modified just to fit this box?"

Xia Beiluo was a little excited. The modified ghost car showed that the owner had walked a long way in the [weird] system before his death.

Maybe it was a certain faculty member, and faculty members can be generally understood as dignitaries.

This must be a treasure!

Xia Beiluo's face immediately broke into a smile.

She carefully took out the box. The vacuum sealing allowed it to spend countless decades under the water steadily, but fortunately, it did not show any damage.

It was enough to show its quality.

Seeing that the box was intact, Xia Beiluo's understanding was more firm.

This kind of thing... maybe it can be sold for a good price. Pierre will probably give her a long-term job because she found something good.

Rich! Rich!

"Speaking of which, what on earth is this - hey, there are words here."

She put it in front of her, and the trademark on it was an unfamiliar word.

"Is this a guitar? What is a guitar? Maybe it's a weapon?"

Xia Beiluo stroked it, and found a line of characters engraved with a knife at the bottom, and then whispered:

"... Cui is still alive."