EBE Chapter 350 Scrap Recycling Station
Chapter 350 Scrap Recycling Station
Chapter 350: Waste Recycling Station
Geng Lie's hand, which was pulled apart by Wu Xiong, was suspended in the air, as if frozen in time, watching Wu Xiong and Fang Mu leave.
The air around him seemed to become heavy and oppressive, and his eyes followed the backs of the two people with empty eyes until they completely disappeared into the night.
It seemed like a century had passed before Geng Lie slowly came back to his senses. His eyes swept over the food on the table, which had long since cooled. The food seemed to still retain its warmth from a short time ago, but now it was as cold and lonely as his heart.
He returned to his seat alone and dejectedly, looking at the walls around him. Everywhere was filled with traces of his and Wu Xiong's life. They had experienced spring, summer, autumn and winter together in the past two years, and the scene of the two of them sitting happily together seemed still vivid in his mind.
"Fang Mu..."
Geng Lie's fists clenched unconsciously, making crackling sounds as he recalled the confrontation with Fang Mu just now. Although he and Fang Mu had the same combat power index, Fang Mu's control over the combat power index was several times stronger than his in terms of momentum.
As soon as the two men's auras came into contact, he unsurprisingly showed signs of weakness. The man named Fang Mu was definitely a senior practitioner of supernatural powers.
"Hello, is this Bass? I'm Geng Lie!"
Geng Lie suppressed the anger and resentment in his heart and made a phone call. His voice was low and cold as he spoke to the person on the other end of the phone.
"Tell Mr. P that I've discovered a new person with superpowers, and he might be going on a mission soon!"
After hanging up the phone, a cold light flashed in Geng Lie's eyes, and a murderous intent gradually filled his heart.
He seemed to remember something, and then walked to the attic on the second floor. The attic was filled with all kinds of sundries and was filled with a stale smell.
Geng Lie rummaged through the bottom of a pile of junk until he finally found a photo album. He gently wiped the dust off the album, and the name finally revealed itself: "KO One Classmates."
"KO One?... humph!"
Geng Lie silently recited the name, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he thought to himself.
"No matter how smart you are, you would never have thought that I would return to KO One, right? Then we'll see whether those idiots in KO One will believe you or me more."
……
On the other side, Wu Xiong sat on the back seat of Fang Mu's motorcycle, watching the scenery around him pass by behind him as fast as lightning.
The wind whistled in her ears. Although she had lost her memory of those years, after being stimulated by the photo of Wang Arthur just now, she already had a vague impression of some things.
"Fang Mu, are we going back to KO One?"
Wu Xiong's voice floated in the wind, carrying a hint of doubt and expectation, but she was also a little uneasy in her heart, because Fang Mu had just told her about Wang Arthur's death.
"Yes, but before we go back to KO One, I'm going to take you somewhere first!"
Fang Mu's voice was firm and steady. He was referring to the scrapyard not far from Bale High School. There, he found evidence proving the deaths of Wang Dadong and the others. This was a helpless move. Fang Mu's current combat power wasn't high enough to fully activate his "Recall Technique," so he could only hope the items would trigger Wu Xiong's memories, making it easier for him to perform the technique.
Since it was late at night and there were few cars on the road, Fang Mu took Wu Xiong on a fast ride. The sound of the motorcycle engine was particularly loud in the silent night, and soon they returned to the city where Guava High School was located.
"Why does this place look like a recycling station?"
Wu Xiong looked at the dilapidated place with piles of waste like mountains, and was filled with surprise.
"Is the current Ultimate Class already so broken?"
“This is the recycling station!”
Fang Mu said with a smile, and with a neat jump he jumped over the wall and entered the scrap recycling station.
Then he helped Wu Xiong outside open the door and let her in.
"I remind you again that in the current timeline, Wang Arthur is indeed dead, but don't be sad. As long as you cooperate with me, there is a possibility that he will be resurrected in the future!"
Fang Mu looked at Wu Xiong seriously, emphasizing the matter once again. Although Fang Mu had explained it to her in detail on the way back, who could really predict emotions?
Wu Xiong is not particularly sensitive about Wang Arthur's death now, but once she sees the sword in the stone, perhaps the emotions and memories that have been accumulated for a long time will burst out in an instant.
Wu Xiong nodded firmly, indicating that he would be able to hold on.
Fang Mu and Wu Xiong looked around the scrap recycling station. This was the original fireworks factory where Wang Dadong and others last appeared 10 years ago.
After the tragic explosion, a kind-hearted owner built this scrap recycling station on the ruins.
"found it!"
Fang Mu was talking to Wu Xiong, and he finally found the familiar scene in his memory. It was a wasteland with only some weeds growing here and there.
"Wu Xiong, go get me a shovel!"
Wu Xiong looked around but couldn't find a shovel. She simply tore off a piece of car cover from a burnt-out car. Using her strength, she bent it into a sheet of metal suitable for digging and handed it to Fang Mu.
After Fang Mu took the iron piece, he didn't say much. He chose a spot and started digging. Because he didn't know the specific coordinates, he only knew that the weapons of Wang Dadong and others were buried in this wasteland ten years ago, so he could only use this clumsy method to dig again and again.
Finally, when digging the fifth hole, the iron sheet stuck in the soil touched something. From the sound of the iron sheet touching something, it seemed to be something wooden.
"Is it really unavoidable?"
Fang Mu sighed. In fact, he still had a glimmer of hope in his heart - maybe because of his arrival, Wang Dadong and others could avoid this accident?
But it’s not too late. As long as he gets rid of Professor Pang as soon as possible, everything on this timeline might not happen!
Thinking of this, Fang Mu dug even harder, and soon the outline of a shabby wooden box gradually emerged.
Wu Xiong was quick-witted and quick-handed. He didn't care about getting his clothes and hands dirty. He immediately picked up the wooden box from the soil and blew away the dust on it.
The moment she opened the wooden box, a faint light emanated from inside.
"This is…"
A familiar pot-shaped weapon appeared in the box in her hand. Although it was not something directly related to Wang Arthur, Wu Xiong had also seen dragon-patterned woks, and some images still flashed through her mind.
……
At the same time, Wang Dadong, who was looking at photos of himself, Wang Yaser and others in Fang Mu's rental house and preparing to go to sleep, was suddenly startled. He immediately reached out to touch his back, but found nothing.