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Chapter 176 Loquat Tree

The sunshine in Huajiu City is controlled artificially by people with light-type supernatural powers. There is no such thing as dusk and early morning.

At 6:1 in the morning, the six light-type supernatural powers replenished their energy, and with the help of more than a dozen flying-type supernatural powers, they flew into the air, activating the dim big ball of light, making it bloom 10%. Light.

In an instant, the dim "night" disappeared, and the residents of Huajiu City ushered in "day".

After the long night fell, most of the industry stopped working.

High-end manufacturing, Internet, real estate, most of the service industries, and entertainment industries... seem to be no longer necessary.

In times of crisis, confused people are easily confused, but under the joint governance of the government and supernaturalists, they have quickly found a new position and devoted themselves to those jobs that are closely related to survival.

All kinds of people who originally had a relatively easy and happy life are forced to join the arduous work of planting, raising, foraging, searching for fuel... and so on.

No matter what the environment is, there is no food if you don't work. This is the iron rule.

However, some people still cannot adapt to the new job for various reasons.

An old man was riding a dilapidated and painted tricycle, slowly riding on the most prosperous commercial street in Huajiu City.

The old man is dressed in tatters and looks in his seventies, with snow-white messy hair, rickets, and skinny skinny.

Obviously he was pitiful enough, there were more than a dozen dogs on his tricycle, and those dogs looked even more pitiful.

More than a dozen dogs, large and small, were all sitting in a tricycle, sticking their heads out and looking out. They were obviously dogs raised by the old man, and each of them was skinny, lacking in energy, and pitiful.

Every time you pedal the tricycle, the big bell hanging on the handlebar of the old man will ring, and the sharp and rhythmic bell will travel far.

In peacetime, this ringtone can remind people nearby that many well-meaning people are willing to give him the garbage they don't need, and many people feed him and the dogs.

However, it is different now.

The food rubbish that was everywhere has now become a treasure. The old man and his dogs were hungry and full, and they often wandered all day and there was nothing to eat.

The old man slowly pedaled the tricycle for a whole morning, but he didn't find anything to eat.

When the evening was approaching, the old man reluctantly came to the door of a small bar called "Pirate House".

After entering the dark, the old man always comes to this bar to feed the dog with swill.

It's strange to say that even if prices soar after the night falls, the owner of this shop can always bring out a lot of minced meat and bones to the old man.