“I’ll go treasure-hunting first.”
“You guys can just figure out something to eat.”
Chen Fan was incredibly happy.
Last night, his personal garbage space had received two deliveries of garbage. Yesterday, he had sensed another delivery of public garbage.
He had thought that the next delivery of garbage would be some time away.
He hadn’t expected another delivery so soon.
“Buzz…”
Full of anticipation, Chen Fan contacted the mark, disappearing before the three.
“Sir…disappeared?”
Cui Bei Xi was extremely curious, as well as shocked.
She couldn’t understand the characters of this world, and couldn’t understand its language, so naturally she couldn’t go online like Medusa and Ba Xia to learn about the worldview.
“Yes!”
“He went treasure-hunting.”
“Yesterday, Sir fished you out of the garbage pile…”
Medusa communicated telepathically, using mental power to explain, and made a joke with her at the same time.
“Garbage pile…”
Cui Bei Xi’s face instantly turned red.
“We…are all…trash…abandoned by the heavens…”
Ba Xia mumbled.
…
“Sure enough, all the previous garbage has been cleaned up…”
Looking at a pile of new garbage in the garbage space.
It wasn’t in the original position, but the garbage that Chen Fan had dug up from the original position was all gone.
Not a single bit of garbage was left behind.
Through his perception, Chen Fan discovered that his garbage space was indeed as rumored, and it had slightly expanded after digesting the previous garbage.
“How big would the garbage spaces of those who awakened hundreds of years ago be?”
Chen Fan was extremely curious.
He took out a dust and odor-proof mask that he had prepared beforehand from his storage ring, and also took out a small iron rake, then walked towards the garbage pile.
This garbage pile wasn’t very large, only a small mound.
He didn’t know what was buried inside.
Without saying much, Chen Fan directly got to work.
He directly raked down, raking up a pile of mud.
The soil was loose, slightly moist, with a musty smell of decay.
Moreover, this pile of garbage was clearly mostly mud.
It was mixed with many large rocks, with some dead branches and leaves.
These large rocks seemed to be carved from blue bricks.
“I wonder where this garbage came from?”
“But, it’s not battlefield garbage…”
“It’s not kitchen waste either.”
Chen Fan analyzed, pinching the mud.
Analysis was also a course at school.
After throwing the mud away, Chen Fan directly climbed up the garbage mound, picked up a piece of bluestone, and found that it seemed to be just an ordinary stone, but it was carved with patterns.
“System, recycle?”
Chen Fan asked. Those patterns looked like ordinary patterns, he couldn’t understand what they meant.
So he asked the system.
“Ding, it’s just bluestone that has been through the ages.”
“It has no recycling value.”
The system’s answer was very concise.
“What about these patterns?”
“Are they not valuable?”
Chen Fan asked.
“They’re just ordinary patterns as well, no special textures, no value whatsoever.”
The system analyzed.
“Texture…”
“Indeed, I can see that.”
“I just wanted to confirm with you.”
Chen Fan smiled and threw the bluestone away.
“Swish…”
After confirming that the bluestone was worthless, Chen Fan threw it away directly, then continued digging.
Because he was holding an iron rake, Chen Fan’s movements were very light.
In fact, when treasure-hunting in a garbage pile, it’s best to use your own hands, don’t use tools.
Otherwise, if you scoop down with a shovel, or rake down with a rake, you might smash a treasure in the garbage.
This is a lesson learned through blood and tears by those who came before.
For example, yesterday’s Chen Fan, the broken spear in his hand directly stabbed down. If it hadn’t been Ba Xia, any other creature would have been stabbed right through the heart.
Of course, this is outside the public garbage space.
After all, with so many people dividing the loot together, besides luck, it’s often about speed.
“Ding…”
Finally, the iron rake emitted a faint, clear sound, and Chen Fan’s heart was filled with a mixture of joy and worry.
“The ancients were right.”
Chen Fan smiled and threw away the iron rake.
Then, he started to slowly dig the mud with both hands.
Soon, his palm touched a hard object, giving him a cold, icy feeling.
“Found a treasure!”
Chen Fan’s face lit up with a smile, and he quickly dug out the mud as fast as he could.
Soon, he saw a shiny thing.
He took it out and took a look.
It looked like a lamp.
He patted the mud off it, and Chen Fan found that it really was a lamp.
Transparent material, neither gold nor jade, very heavy.
Inside, there was even some lamp oil left, and the wick was still half-burnt.
But, the flame had long gone out.
“Ding, congratulations host, you picked up a Soul-Calling Lamp.”
The system’s prompt came.
“Soul-Calling Lamp?”
Chen Fan’s eyes narrowed slightly.
“A type of ritual in a certain world. After burying the dead, seven Soul-Calling Lamps are lit around the coffin to call back the deceased’s soul.”
“This lamp can be lit for a thousand years…”
The system explained.
“So, the Soul-Calling Lamp is real?”
Chen Fan asked.
So, the garbage here is from a tomb, and this Soul-Calling Lamp is a Ming Qi (a type of funerary object)?
For a moment, Chen Fan felt a chill around him.