It's a hell game, who can still be a human being?

Looking at the four trash cans in front of him, Liu Zheng fell into deep thought.

Apart from the color, there is no other identification on the trash can.

There is no garbage residue on the surface that can be used for judgment.

He tried hard to recall and finally remembered the types corresponding to three of the colors.

Red is hazardous waste, green is kitchen waste, and blue is recyclable waste.

Then start eliminating them one by one.

First of all, these body parts are definitely not hazardous waste.

Based on his understanding of these strange residents, there is nothing that cannot be eaten as long as it is meat.

They drank all the hairy moss that was contaminated by the Chaos Club.

Secondly, it should not be considered recyclable waste.

After all, corpse parts are not a renewable resource.

At least these body parts are not, if it were Liu Zheng himself, he could barely count.

Now there are only two answers left to choose from.

Kitchen waste and body parts should be considered.

At this time he also remembered that yellow should be other garbage.

In other words, you don’t know what kind of garbage can be thrown in it.

After some consideration, Liu Zheng made a decision.

He lifted the lid of the green trash can and threw the trash bag in.

Nothing happened.

Liu Zheng was relieved.

The best thing is nothing happening.

He was about to close the lid when he saw a flash of silver light in the trash can.

"This is."

He scraped aside the garbage on the surface and a silver rice cooker appeared in front of him.

"Name: Rice Cooker by the Immortal Cooker"

"Type: Props"

"Quality: Perfect"

"Effect 1: The cooked rice will have a random positive effect (can only be used three times per instance)."

"Effect 2: No matter what grade of food is used, the rice cooked will be of perfect grade."

"Effect three: Seal a designated target, the duration depends on the target's strength. Other effects cannot be used during the sealing period."

"Note: What's the difference between the rice cooked by the rice-cooking immortal and the rice cooked by ordinary people? It's more expensive."

“Can I take out a copy: Yes”

"Fuck, this time I really paid for it."

Liu Zheng widened his eyes.

Props of perfect quality can even be taken out of the copy.

It also comes with three effects: assistance, life, and restriction, each of which looks quite powerful.

It's definitely a case of getting rich overnight.

With a trembling heart and shaking tentacles, his first reaction was to put the rice cooker in his pocket.

Fortunately, he had a second reaction.

Let’s not talk about why there is an electric rice cooker in the kitchen waste bin. That is a question that sanitation workers should consider.

What Liu Zheng is thinking now is, are the things in the trash can considered the property of the city hall?

Don't think this idea is outrageous. When the sprinkler truck asked him to pay more, he knew the bottom line of the city hall.

That means there is no lower limit.

What's more, there are places like garbage disposal sites.

If it is an obvious risk, Liu Zheng will most likely choose to take a chance.

He has basically gained his current strength in this way.

But this seemingly imminent danger made him even more cautious.

After considering for a long time, Liu Zheng chose to give up.

Mainly because this is a functional item and cannot directly enhance his strength.

If the improvement was immediate like the legendary vest, he might have given it a try.

"Handsome, can you help me get that rice cooker out?"

Liu Zheng was about to close the lid when an old voice sounded behind him.

He turned his head and saw an old lady with a pale face but two smears of bright blush on her cheeks looking at him kindly.

What she was wearing was a shroud.

Chapter 77 No One Can Survive

"Handsome, can you help me get that rice cooker out?"

The old lady in shroud repeated it again.

"Can't you get it yourself?"

Liu Zheng used honorifics carefully.

"I'm old, my legs and feet are not as good as before, and I can't lift my arms anymore."

The old lady in shroud sighed.

"I am such a pitiful old woman. My son is not filial, my daughter-in-law is not filial either, and my more than one hundred daughters are all ungrateful."

As she spoke, she began to sob.

Although I only heard crying but didn't see the tears.

More than a hundred daughters, you have taught yourself "Postpartum Care for Sows", right?

"Do all your daughters have the character 'di' in their names?"

"Yes. Pretty boy, how did you know that?"

asked the old lady in the shroud.

"I know a little about folklore."

No wonder her son and daughter are unfilial.

It took more than a hundred sisters-in-law to recruit the brother. It was obvious that one of them was unwilling to recruit and the other was unwilling to come.

How can something good be possible if both parties are unwilling to do so?

"No wonder, handsome boy, you look like a cultured person. You work well and you are handsome. You must be enthusiastic and well-educated."

The old lady in shroud said auspicious words.

Liu Zheng looked at the yellow vest on himself, then at his very human face, and felt that the older you get, the more likely you are to brag.

"Handsome boy, you wouldn't be unwilling to help, would you?"

The old lady in shrouds' tone gradually turned cold.

Strands of white hair poked out from her blush, looking like both a zombie's hair and a mouse's whiskers.

Her figure became more hunched, with a high bulge on her back, like a pregnant woman's belly.

"Help, I must help you with this!"

Liu Zheng said decisively.

"As a five-good youth of the new era, an outstanding employee of the Bloody Restaurant, and an honorary owner of Jiahe New Residence, how can I not help the weak and fight against the strong?"

"Handsome boy, I have a bad memory and can't remember so many names."

"It's okay, just call me a cow and a horse."

He said kindly.

"Hey, Xiao Niu, please help me get the rice cooker out. My family is waiting for it to cook."

The old lady in the shroud urged.

"It's not that I don't want to help, it's that I'm powerless."

Liu Zheng sighed.

"You have hands and feet, why do you have no strength?"

The old lady in shroud became a little impatient.

"Don't lie to me, an old woman. My son and daughter lied to me, and you lied to me too. What's wrong with this world?"

"I can't live anymore. I can't live anymore. No one wants me to live."

Her words became increasingly slurred.

The long tongue stuck out, and smelly saliva dripped onto the ground, corroding small honeycomb-like holes.

Her nails also began to grow longer, and the edges of their blue-black nails were as sharp as daggers.

"If you don't let me live, you won't live either!"

She screamed miserably, as if she was exploding after suffering a lot of injustice.

"Who won't let you live?"

Liu Zheng said with a frown.

"If you don't help me pick up the rice cooker, you just don't want me to live."

"Please, pretty boy, please be kind. Can't I kneel down for you?"

The old lady in shrouds fell to her knees with a thud, crushing several floor tiles.

"It's not that I don't want to help you, it's just that I really don't have the ability."

he said helplessly.

"You have so many tentacles, can't you just use one to help me pick it up?"

The old lady in shroud questioned.

As soon as she finished speaking, three knife lights appeared immediately.

Liu Zheng held the boning knife in his mouth and cut off his last tentacle.

"it's gone now."

He spat out the boning knife and said with a smile.

"But you still have a mouth, right? You can pick it out."

The old lady in shroud was stunned for a moment, then sneered.

Liu Zheng suddenly rushed towards the flower bed and slammed his head hard into the corner.

His blow was so powerful that it broke his mouth and chin.

Liu Zheng didn't say anything to the old lady in the shroud, he just raised his head.

The meaning is obvious.

"I have no mouth either."

Silence, the scene fell into deathly silence.