Galactic Garbage Station

Su Zheng's eyes lit up. From the text information, it can basically be concluded that the garbage came from the Beast Blood Boil space-time.

It's a continent of exotic magic, with all sorts of magic, all kinds of races like Bimont Orcs, Hobbits, Elves, Swans, Dragons, Fallen Angels, Underworld Demons, and so on, all in perfect harmony with the text message.

“What badge does this belong to?” Su Zheng took out the white wing badge and searched the memory in his head.

In Beast Blood Boil space-time, there are a variety of badges. For example, the Medusa Medal, after the Bimont Sacrifice and the Big Warcraft signed the Deed of Heart, the Temple of War awards a Medusa Medal, which brings its own hibernation space, wherever the sacrifice may be, to quickly summon the spoil from a fixed junction. Another example is the Storage Crystal Badge, Moisturizing Away Badge, Mesa Badge...

There are so many kinds, I can't even count them. Su Xiao recalled them for a while and couldn't remember the name of this white wing badge. However, in terms of function and effect, it should certainly represent holy temples, temples, or true angels.

Moreover, even in the Beast Blood Boil space-time, it should be more useful than throwing garbage away. From the analysis of skeletons, wagon wheels, swords, etc. in this pile of garbage, it can also be inferred that this should not be a pile of ordinary household garbage, but war garbage, the ruins left by war.

“It looks like angel wings with a sacred aura, just call it an angel badge.” Su Zheng didn't recognize the badge, so he simply took a more suitable name.

“There should be other babies besides this angel badge.” Su Zheng looked forward to the garbage from the Beast Blood Boil space-time and continued to clean it up, this time paying particular attention to see if there were any other badges. Unfortunately, after a while, no badges could be turned out.

“Hmm?” Su Xiao saw a black horse and grabbed it and flipped it out. He could see that it was a wooden horse, only half a metre tall, of average shape, and the carver was rough. At first glance, it was a toy for a child. But what's a little special is that it's all black, like black paint.

“What kind of wood is this?” Su Zheng's eyes lit slightly, releasing the mental power probe. After a while, he muttered to himself, "If I'm not mistaken, this should be black wood, it's quite valuable. ”

Su Jing said it was quite valuable, but he was slightly disappointed.

Black wood is a type of wood, it looks like a shrub, the leaves have large nails, the thin branches have a 2 cm long prick, its branches are extremely dry and easy to fork, so it is difficult to grow into a large tree. Some branches larger than 20 cm in diameter form a thick black core about 10 cm in diameter, which is removed as black wood.

Black wood is hard and dense and sinks into the water. They are typically carved into art and look just like black paint, dark and bright, and a piece of black wood carved is not easy to come by.

However, black wood can only be considered good wood, not a precious treasure, such a carver's rough black wooden horse, even if the material is good, tens of thousands of dollars can be sold to make a laugh. For ordinary people, finding such a black wooden horse would naturally make them happy to die, but for Su Zheng, it was nine cows and a dime.

Of course, smaller mosquitoes are meat, and tens of thousands of dollars cannot be thrown away. Su Zheng washed it with water and put it in the yard to dry, because such a black wooden horse was nothing to be surprised about and he did not hide it.

Unexpectedly, in the evening, the wooden horse was attracted by the young Su Yan girl who came to play with her. Several village children who came with her also stared at the black wooden horse. From time to time, Su Yan would come to play with Su Zhenzhi. Second, he came here to stay comfortable in the yard. He could also eat all kinds of food that Su Zheng had given him. What's the point of not liking coming here? Coming today, after seeing the black wooden horse, she stared at it, and the look of her eyes clearly wanted to go up and ride it.

“Uncle, that horse is beautiful.” Su Yan turned around and said.

“Oh, like it?” Su Jin smiled.

“Like.” Su Yan nodded his head like a chicken pecking rice, turning to raw ground, “Uncle, can I play? ”

If you were a normal person, you would definitely not want to give the children tens of thousands of yuan of wooden horses to play with. Su Zheng's wealth was rude and he didn't mind. Besides, he couldn't bear to look at the little girl's heartbeat expression. "Then play for you, but this horse can't be given to you. Play here. After a few days, can Uncle make you another Trojan horse? ”

Actually, I like this little girl so much, Su Zheng would like to give it directly to her. But it could be recognized as black wood, and that would be bad. There is a sentence called innocence, and tens of thousands of dollars is not a small amount for ordinary people. In that way, Su Yan might be in danger instead. Let her play here okay, can't give it to her, make another one later or buy her a regular Trojan horse.

“Sure, sure.” Su Yan jumped with joy when Su Xiao promised. Running fast to the Black Trojan horse, flexibly climbing up, grabbing two armrests, shaking, laughing happily. And the other kids, they run over and they want to ride.

“Kids are simple minds, and a Trojan horse can be so happy.” Su Zheng laughed, some worried that the bear children were messing around in the courtyard and destroying their own flowers and grass. Su Zheng simply moved the trojan horse to the courtyard door and let them mess around, leaving the courtyard door open and the dogs guarded. Playing in front of this courtyard doesn't worry about being robbed.

Su Zheng returned to the garbage station and continued to clean up the garbage. In addition to paying particular attention to the presence or absence of badges, Su Qing is also paying attention to the text information that was later collated, hoping to get more valuable information.

“What is this?” Su Zheng flipped out a wooden box, one meter long, 78 meters wide and less than half a meter wide. The wood didn't look so good, it was a little rotten and smelled wet. At a glance, Su Zheng's pupils shrunk slightly.

Underneath the box, a group of rotten and spoiled black imprints, the composition of the pattern, is actually a human figure, it seems that one person has rotted here. However, no bones were left behind.

But strangely, in the head position, it leaves behind a bunch of turquoise striped items. At first glance, the shape, like the long hair left behind by the dead, looked closely, but like a vibrant green grass.

“What is this thing?” Su Zheng reached over and tried to pick up "Bis", but when he was about to meet him, suddenly Bis shouted and moved. Su Zheng's face changed and his hands retracted like lightning.