Chapter 590 The Death of the Trash Can God
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Hong Ri Zhang Wei Luo
God War is, without a doubt, unfamiliar territory.
Jack thought for a moment, he couldn't even absorb the 'rich' energy around him, so there really was no way to fight against the enemy.
You can't kill someone with your eyes, right?
Or is it a competition to see whose soul is stronger?
That was all Jack could think.
It's not that he is incompetent, but because he has just ascended the dimension and has not yet mastered the mysteries of this world.
He didn't even know whether this was an ordinary world or a world with extraordinary power.
"This is trouble." Jack felt it was very difficult.
At first glance, it seems that there is no other way besides competing for soul strength.
Seeing those mildew spots getting closer and closer, Jack became impatient for the first time in a long time.
Suddenly, the bedroom door opened.
A middle-aged woman walked in.
Jack turned and looked over.
The woman was wearing a simple gray dress and an apron around her waist.
She is tall, round-waisted, and has a bulging bust. She is a very typical Nordic woman.
She frowned and muttered: "What's going on? Didn't you clean it before? Why is it so dirty again after not seeing each other for a few days?"
As he spoke, he turned and left.
After a while, he came back again.
By this time she was carrying some cleaning tools.Among them, the most eye-catching one is a small spray can.
The woman held up a spray can and sprayed it into the air.
"It's so dirty. The owner of this house doesn't clean it well either." She complained dissatisfiedly.
The spray can was filled with something like air freshener or purifier.
Anyway, after spraying, the air becomes clear to the naked eye.
The mildew spots that were originally extending in mid-air died quickly and then turned into ashes.It was blown by the breeze and directly dissipated in mid-air.
The green-faced god who was originally waiting to fight Jack changed his expression drastically.
Judging from the purple blood coming out of the corner of his mouth, he seemed to have been severely injured.
Unfortunately, the woman seemed unable to see all this, and started to take care of her own hygiene.
First, he wiped the furniture with a rag, and then mopped the floor.
To be fair, women's work is rough.
Think about it carefully, there was an old man lying on the bed, and she just started spraying air freshener without any care and doing a lot of hygiene.
Aren't you afraid of affecting the elderly?
Although the woman's way of working has many flaws, she is still very dedicated to her duties.
At least after mopping the floor, I took out the trash and even wiped the trash can.
Although it is not polished and polished.
It was just a simple wipe.
After she finished the room, she left.
I don’t know if I should tidy up other rooms.
Jack turned to look at the trash can.
Probably because of the sanitation, the mold spots that were originally attached to it have almost completely disappeared.
The god of trash cans is no longer visible.
I don’t know whether it was because the foundation of dependence was gone and he died directly, or whether he took the opportunity to escape the shackles of the trash can. It’s hard to say.
However, Jack felt that the god of trash cans was probably dead.
This is not a random guess.
Before, there were quite a few pheasant gods in the bedroom.
Places like the bedside, cabinet sides, chair legs, ceiling, etc., all had flickering lights.
It was a god who ascended from the small world.
But after the woman cleaned it up.
It's better now, the bedside is clean, but there is no flickering light.
The pheasant god who existed on it was directly obliterated.
With the same treatment, there are also gods on the sides of cabinets and chair legs.
Probably because they are easily accessible, they are all disposed of directly.
On the contrary, the god on the ceiling escaped disaster.
After all, the woman didn't sweep around the ceiling with a broom.
There is no doubt that Jack is also a lucky man.Probably because the mirror was too big and heavy, the woman just took a rag and wiped it on the mirror, and that was the end of the cleaning work.
This allowed the empire that existed on the back of the mirror to survive.
"What a strange feeling..."
Jack didn't know what words he should use to describe how he felt at this time.
A bacterium is a universe.
Theoretically speaking, the mold that forms the foundation of the Trash Can God should be more than ten thousand units, which is a huge collection of universes.
But the woman just wiped it gently with a rag, destroying countless universes and breaking up the collection.
It is foreseeable that even if those universes do not perish, if there are no adventures, they may not be together again.
Especially now that the god of trash cans is dead.
I guess those mold spots have also lost the ability to reproduce independently, right?
Miserable, really miserable.
This is the higher dimensional world, the absolute crushing of the low dimensional world.
The woman didn't even know how many universes and lives she had destroyed.
Also, the pheasant god that was conceived.
"If there are people in the small world who know this cruel truth, I'm afraid they will be thinking about how to ascend the dimension." Jack guessed irresponsibly.
Is this really possible?
If time passes at the same rate for both parties, that's for sure.
No one wants their world to be destroyed suddenly.
Just because someone from a higher dimension is doing something as boring as cleaning the house.
But if a long life, or even the birth to the end of the universe, is nothing more than a yawn from a higher-dimensional person, then we may not be able to get excited.
There is no way, the difference in the speed of time is really too big, so that some things become extremely far away from me.
For example, everyone knows that the sun can only live for a few more billions of years.
Sooner or later he will die.
But what does that have to do with myself who can only live to be a hundred years old, or maybe even 60 years old?
Instead of worrying about whether the sun will explode, it is better to think about whether just relying on soaking wolfberry in a thermos cup will allow you to live until you receive your pension.
By the way, I have to live a few more years, strive to receive a few more years of pension, and have a good time.
"It's all pretty scary anyway."
Jack sighed helplessly.
Obviously, he must change this situation as soon as possible.
At least, don't lose your life because of a woman's cleaning work.
But what should we do?
At this moment, things seemed to be back to where they started.
How should he truly integrate into this world, gain powerful power, and survive?
Think of a way, you must find a way as soon as possible!
Jack began to think.
Suddenly, he thought of what the trash can god did.
Under the control of the god of trash cans, mildew grows rapidly.
What does this mean?
Jack thought for a moment, he couldn't even absorb the 'rich' energy around him, so there really was no way to fight against the enemy.
You can't kill someone with your eyes, right?
Or is it a competition to see whose soul is stronger?
That was all Jack could think.
It's not that he is incompetent, but because he has just ascended the dimension and has not yet mastered the mysteries of this world.
He didn't even know whether this was an ordinary world or a world with extraordinary power.
"This is trouble." Jack felt it was very difficult.
At first glance, it seems that there is no other way besides competing for soul strength.
Seeing those mildew spots getting closer and closer, Jack became impatient for the first time in a long time.
Suddenly, the bedroom door opened.
A middle-aged woman walked in.
Jack turned and looked over.
The woman was wearing a simple gray dress and an apron around her waist.
She is tall, round-waisted, and has a bulging bust. She is a very typical Nordic woman.
She frowned and muttered: "What's going on? Didn't you clean it before? Why is it so dirty again after not seeing each other for a few days?"
As he spoke, he turned and left.
After a while, he came back again.
By this time she was carrying some cleaning tools.Among them, the most eye-catching one is a small spray can.
The woman held up a spray can and sprayed it into the air.
"It's so dirty. The owner of this house doesn't clean it well either." She complained dissatisfiedly.
The spray can was filled with something like air freshener or purifier.
Anyway, after spraying, the air becomes clear to the naked eye.
The mildew spots that were originally extending in mid-air died quickly and then turned into ashes.It was blown by the breeze and directly dissipated in mid-air.
The green-faced god who was originally waiting to fight Jack changed his expression drastically.
Judging from the purple blood coming out of the corner of his mouth, he seemed to have been severely injured.
Unfortunately, the woman seemed unable to see all this, and started to take care of her own hygiene.
First, he wiped the furniture with a rag, and then mopped the floor.
To be fair, women's work is rough.
Think about it carefully, there was an old man lying on the bed, and she just started spraying air freshener without any care and doing a lot of hygiene.
Aren't you afraid of affecting the elderly?
Although the woman's way of working has many flaws, she is still very dedicated to her duties.
At least after mopping the floor, I took out the trash and even wiped the trash can.
Although it is not polished and polished.
It was just a simple wipe.
After she finished the room, she left.
I don’t know if I should tidy up other rooms.
Jack turned to look at the trash can.
Probably because of the sanitation, the mold spots that were originally attached to it have almost completely disappeared.
The god of trash cans is no longer visible.
I don’t know whether it was because the foundation of dependence was gone and he died directly, or whether he took the opportunity to escape the shackles of the trash can. It’s hard to say.
However, Jack felt that the god of trash cans was probably dead.
This is not a random guess.
Before, there were quite a few pheasant gods in the bedroom.
Places like the bedside, cabinet sides, chair legs, ceiling, etc., all had flickering lights.
It was a god who ascended from the small world.
But after the woman cleaned it up.
It's better now, the bedside is clean, but there is no flickering light.
The pheasant god who existed on it was directly obliterated.
With the same treatment, there are also gods on the sides of cabinets and chair legs.
Probably because they are easily accessible, they are all disposed of directly.
On the contrary, the god on the ceiling escaped disaster.
After all, the woman didn't sweep around the ceiling with a broom.
There is no doubt that Jack is also a lucky man.Probably because the mirror was too big and heavy, the woman just took a rag and wiped it on the mirror, and that was the end of the cleaning work.
This allowed the empire that existed on the back of the mirror to survive.
"What a strange feeling..."
Jack didn't know what words he should use to describe how he felt at this time.
A bacterium is a universe.
Theoretically speaking, the mold that forms the foundation of the Trash Can God should be more than ten thousand units, which is a huge collection of universes.
But the woman just wiped it gently with a rag, destroying countless universes and breaking up the collection.
It is foreseeable that even if those universes do not perish, if there are no adventures, they may not be together again.
Especially now that the god of trash cans is dead.
I guess those mold spots have also lost the ability to reproduce independently, right?
Miserable, really miserable.
This is the higher dimensional world, the absolute crushing of the low dimensional world.
The woman didn't even know how many universes and lives she had destroyed.
Also, the pheasant god that was conceived.
"If there are people in the small world who know this cruel truth, I'm afraid they will be thinking about how to ascend the dimension." Jack guessed irresponsibly.
Is this really possible?
If time passes at the same rate for both parties, that's for sure.
No one wants their world to be destroyed suddenly.
Just because someone from a higher dimension is doing something as boring as cleaning the house.
But if a long life, or even the birth to the end of the universe, is nothing more than a yawn from a higher-dimensional person, then we may not be able to get excited.
There is no way, the difference in the speed of time is really too big, so that some things become extremely far away from me.
For example, everyone knows that the sun can only live for a few more billions of years.
Sooner or later he will die.
But what does that have to do with myself who can only live to be a hundred years old, or maybe even 60 years old?
Instead of worrying about whether the sun will explode, it is better to think about whether just relying on soaking wolfberry in a thermos cup will allow you to live until you receive your pension.
By the way, I have to live a few more years, strive to receive a few more years of pension, and have a good time.
"It's all pretty scary anyway."
Jack sighed helplessly.
Obviously, he must change this situation as soon as possible.
At least, don't lose your life because of a woman's cleaning work.
But what should we do?
At this moment, things seemed to be back to where they started.
How should he truly integrate into this world, gain powerful power, and survive?
Think of a way, you must find a way as soon as possible!
Jack began to think.
Suddenly, he thought of what the trash can god did.
Under the control of the god of trash cans, mildew grows rapidly.
What does this mean?
