The most worthless job in the wasteland is that of scavenger.
Others were jealous of half a piece of spirit stone, and Shen Xiu squatted beside him waiting for them to finish. After the people left, he went down and dug again, and pulled out a sword embryo, a broken pill, half a broken talisman, and a formation plate with a missing corner.
Then suddenly there was a voice in my head.
The system says that these rags are all ancient relics that were drained of their spiritual power three thousand years ago. The cracks in each piece were in the same direction - from the inside out, destroyed by one's own hands.
The sword fairy broke his own sword. The talisman master sealed his junior brother into the talisman paper. The defenders blasted through Master's mountain-protecting formation from the inside. All of them left a message for people three thousand years from now before they died.
That sentence has the same word: run.
