The end of the world has come and order has collapsed. While others were still fighting zombies for half a piece of expired bread, Lin Ye was thinking about how to play tricks with the "blind box from the underworld" in his hand.
Bite! Congratulations to the host for obtaining the causal artifact: second-hand soap!
[Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining an epic prop: a square dance flashing music box that makes no distinction between friend and foe!
Looking at the artifact in his hand that could force the target to stick out his butt to pick up soap, and a tetanus crowbar designed to hit other people's lower bodies, Lin Ye had an epiphany: In this damn wasteland, as long as you have no morals, no one can kidnap you.
It is impossible to be a holy mother. Only by practicing strict ethics and frantically throwing blame can one survive.
So, Lin Ye led a green tea Erha full of group teasing skills, and a middle-class girl who was tricked into working as a heavy-duty forklift by a starch sausage, and built a sweatshop on the wasteland to squeeze out the surplus value.
"Since the end of the world is so depressing, I will mercifully tell you some jokes about hell."
