Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

"If each person collects 6,666 blessings, they can meet the Mother Goddess's messenger and live a good life."

"How many do you have now?"

"Two hundred and fifty-four."

The plastic bag muttered:

"Grandpa collected four thousand blessings and actually traded them with someone from out of town for a drink that would take him to his dream destination."

"I really don't know what he was thinking. He was so close to meeting the Mother Goddess's messenger. If it were discovered that he had given the opportunity to an outsider, he would be punished."

"?"

"A bottle of drink?"

Hearing this, Yan Huan finally understood why this girl, who was so poor, still had the opportunity to participate in the talent show at the Hot Sands venue.

So that's how she got her Dream Sleeping Drink.

Is one bottle really enough?

"That's not enough... I drink it diluted with holy water, just a little bit every day."

"Based on calculations, if I cut back a bit, one bottle should last me until I win the championship."

"Wow, you're just as confident as I was back then."

Yan Huan took out three bottles of Yi Meng Sleep Aid Drink from her pocket and placed them on the table.

"I also have the same drink. How about we make a deal? One bottle doesn't cost four thousand... Mother Goddess's Blessing? Just give me ten pieces in total."

"?"

Seeing Yan Huan casually take out three extremely precious bottles of beverage, the plastic bag was somewhat at a loss.

"Bodyguard...you really are rich and powerful."

"But if I switch with you, I'll be punished too if it gets discovered."

"So what? Didn't your grandfather exchange four thousand pieces?"

Yan Huan analyzed:

"This whole 'collect all 6666 fragments to meet the Mother Goddess's messenger' thing is definitely a scam for kids..."

"You might as well give it to me, and I'll have someone else check the ingredients and do some research."

Yan Huan's intuition told her that there was definitely something wrong with this eerie place, especially with this so-called blessing from the Mother Goddess...

People only turn to deities when disasters occur that are beyond human control.

"OK then."

After much deliberation, the plastic bag went to the cabinet at the back, picked out a hundred nail tips, packed them up, and handed them to Yan Huan.

"I won't take advantage of you. Here's a hundred yuan, that should be enough for your research."

"But don't let anything slip, or I'm finished... I only said so much because you're my bodyguard."

"It's wrapped up." Yan Huan put away the package of nail plates and asked again:

"So, how did you come up with the idea of ​​participating in the talent show on Grand Event Star?"

"It was a weird uncle who taught me, the one who sells drinks to grandpa."

The plastic bag gestured as:

"Hmm... he's a weird uncle with short blue hair. He looks really sleazy, but he's actually a pretty nice guy."

"He often comes here to buy goods, and gradually we all got to know each other."

"However... he hasn't come for a while."

"It seems like... several months? I can't quite remember."

"Anyway, he said if we get into trouble, we should go to the talent show. The talent show is dangerous, and we need to spend money to hire bodyguards from the Starry Sky Train... No matter how much it costs, we must hire them. If we do, we're guaranteed to win."

"?" Upon hearing this, an image that had not been seen for a long time immediately came to Yan Huan's mind.

"Damn, Sambo?"

"Isn't this your name?" The plastic bag was taken aback.

"Back at the Hot Sands venue, I asked Sister Montana your name, and she rolled her eyes and said your name is Sambo..."

Can a person's real name and a stage name be the same?

Yan Huan stood up and straightened her shriveled clothes.

He's still wearing his delivery uniform, but after a series of visits, the pale yellow clothes have turned a deep yellow.

Especially the shoes; if you accidentally step into a ditch, they feel sticky and extremely unpleasant.

It makes a 'puffing' sound when it walks.

Chapter 1151 God's grace is never fully repaid

The sun was blazing.

Dust and sand flew everywhere.

Three kilometers away from the city, Yan Huan was buried in the sand. A plastic bag grabbed a shovel and kept shoveling sand to cover her up.

"Are you sure this will work?"

Yan Huan poked her head out of the sand. Under the sunlight, the sand was scorching hot, making Yan Huan feel uncomfortable.

"This is how we usually wash them here."

While shoveling sand with the plastic bag, he explained:

"It hasn't rained for a long time, so water is very precious and can only be used for drinking. We use sand to bathe."

"Oh, right, the same goes for washing clothes."

"emmmmm..."

After burying Yan Huan, the plastic bag dug a hole for itself and jumped in to bury itself.

The two were buried in the sand for about twenty minutes.

"Come on, now do it with me."

The girl began to twist her body, increasing the friction between herself and the sand.

Yan Huan did the same, shaking her head back and forth in the sand.

"..."

"Um, there shouldn't be anyone here, right?"

"No, the tunnel leading out of the city was dug by Grandpa, and only we know about it."

"That's good."

They struggled with the plastic bag for about five minutes before slowly stopping.

"Take a break, then continue twisting later."

"...I suddenly realized that I'm actually quite clean."

"What are you doing?" Suddenly, a voice came from above Yan Huan's head.

"?"

Yan Huan looked up and met the eyes of a long-haired man.

"Holy crap, it's a ghost—!!!"

The disheveled blade startled Yan Huan, who jumped out of the ground with a start.

edge:"……"

After a while, Yan Huan realized that the beggar looked somewhat familiar.

"Wait, Uncle? Is that you...?"

"it's me."

Ren straightened his hair and said seriously:

Why did you want to come to this place?

"?"

What's wrong with this place?

“Obviously.” Blade patted his filthy robe. “Very filthy.”

A few minutes later.

The three people buried themselves in the sand, twisting and turning from side to side.

"I understand."

Yan Huan analyzed the principles behind doing this.

"This uses the friction of sand to clean oil and dirt off the body, right?"

"Similar to the effect of a scrub, we will pull ourselves out later and apply the sand to the dirty areas and rub them again."

"Yes, that's right." The plastic bag agreed with Yan Huan.

"But what about the clothes?" Ren glanced at the two of them.

"I accidentally fell into the ditch just now, and my clothes are all soaked and dirty."

"Then take it off and bury it for a few days," the plastic bag suggested. "It will be cleaner when you dig it out then."

"Where are my shoes?" Yan Huan asked as well.

"Same," the plastic bag replied.

Half an hour later.