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March 7th pulled Xing around the alleyway, and the sounds of their footsteps and arguments quickly faded into the distance.

The square fell silent again.

Qi Ye was still squatting next to the rusty trash can.

His hands were neatly placed on his knees, and his expression was serene.

Just then, a rustling sound came from behind the pile of scrap metal not far away.

"This area is our ambush site!"

"If anyone dares to come any closer, we'll...we'll...we'll rush out and give them a fright!"

"What if it's an adult?"

"Even adults are scared! Hook isn't even afraid of the Great Guardians!"

"But last time you were chased by Natasha..."

"That was Hook's tactical retreat! It had nothing to do with fear!"

He emerged from behind the pile of scrap metal with a series of small, quick steps.

A little girl wearing a yellow knitted hat walked at the front.

Behind him were a thin boy and a girl with pigtails.

Hook, the leader of the Mole Party in the lower district, was scanning the square when suddenly her gaze stopped.

"Huh? What's that?"

She pointed to the dark-haired young man at the edge of the square, and the rusty iron bucket next to him.

"There's a person squatting next to the trash can." The skinny boy leaned closer for a look. "What's he doing?"

Hook squinted:

"Let's go take a look."

The three children crept closer to Xiye.

Hook walked in front, and she stopped about two meters away from Qiye, tilting her head to look at him.

Qi Ye remained motionless.

Those eyes were lowered, looking at the ground.

It looked like he was seriously pondering some profound question.

Hook extended his index finger and gently poked Qiye's arm.

Qi Ye did not respond.

"He seems to be asleep," the girl with pigtails whispered.

"Sleeping with your eyes open?"

Hook poked him again. "Hey, what are you doing?"

Qi Ye turned her head, her gaze calmly landing on Hook's face.

Then, without any expression, he spoke:

Do you have trash?

Hook's eyes suddenly lit up.

She turned to look at her two friends behind her:

"He spoke! He asked us if we had any trash!"

"Do we have any trash?"

The skinny boy rummaged through his pockets and pulled out a crumpled piece of scrap paper.

Does this count?

Hook took the scrap paper and handed it to Qiye:

"Is this okay?"

Qiye looked down at the candy wrapper, then opened her mouth, gesturing for Hook to put it in.

Hook paused for a moment, then carefully put the candy wrapper into Qiye's mouth.

Qi Ye chewed twice, swallowed, and then nodded:

"Waste collection successful. Thank you for your cooperation."

The three children were silent for a second. Then Hook let out a suppressed scream:

"He eats garbage! He's so cool!"

The skinny boy's eyes lit up too:

"Can he eat the bugs here?"

"My notebook! That's trash too!"

Seeing this, Hook's face scrunched up, clearly undergoing a fierce internal struggle.

On the one hand, the person sitting on the ground in front of me doesn't look like an adult who would play with a child.

But on the other hand, he eats garbage! He recycles!

This is simply the coolest new member the Mole Party has ever seen.

She turned around, waved to her two henchmen behind her, and held a brief, impromptu tactical meeting in a low voice.

"I think he can join."

"But boss, he's an adult."

The girl with pigtails whispered.

"What's wrong with adults? Can't adults join the Mole Party? That's age discrimination!"

Hooker refuted the claim with righteous indignation, then turned around, put his hands on his hips, and made a formal announcement.

"Mr. Trash Can, from now on you are the honorary gatekeeper of the Mole Party!"

Your task is to stand guard at the entrance of the secret base and prevent any suspicious persons from getting close.

It's mainly Natasha; she pulls my ear every time she comes.

She stretched out her little hand, patted Qi Ye's shoulder, and solemnly added a sentence.

"Also, your skill in eating garbage just now was really impressive. From now on, all our garbage bags will be your responsibility!"

Hook waved his hand and then looked down at Qiye.

"Can you move now? We're going to take you to the secret base."

It's a bit far from here; you'll have to walk there yourself.

Qi Ye looked down at her legs, remained silent for a long while, and then calmly replied:

"Trash cans shouldn't walk."

"What should we do then? We can't just roll you over there, you don't have wheels."

"We can carry it over," Qiye suggested earnestly.

Hooke choked again.

She turned around, exchanged glances with her two henchmen, and then all three of them rolled up their sleeves at the same time.

Hook hugged Qiye's left arm, the skinny boy hugged his right arm, and the girl with pigtails pushed his back from behind.

The three of them worked together to lift him off the ground.

They carried Qi Ye into a half-squatting, half-standing position.

Its feet dragged on the ground as it moved into the depths at an extremely slow pace.

"Keep going! Just one more turn and we'll be there!"

Hooke shouted work chants as he carried the load.

Despite being supported by three children, Qi Ye's expression remained serene.

He looked down at his toes dragging on the ground.

Looking again at the dark mine tunnel ahead, I felt it was a dumping ground for garbage.

I am probably experiencing the most glorious moment of my life.

He was carried by a group of children who claimed to be going to rule the lower districts, and sent to squat and guard the entrance of a secret base.

Is there anything more in line with the mission of a trash can? No.

Meanwhile, on March 7th, Xing was finally dragged, mop and all, to the entrance of Panyan Town.

Dan Heng was already waiting there, arms crossed, leaning against the wall.

Seeing the two approaching, he noticed the mop in Xing's hand, from which an unknown liquid was dripping.

He remained silent for a long while before speaking.

"What is this?"

"Impure World Reincarnation." Hoshi lifted the mop, looking proud.

Danheng did not inquire about the origin of the name.

He looked at the indescribable lump at the top of the mop, then at March 7's weary face.

Then, with a sigh, he closed his eyes briefly: "Where's Qiye?"

"In the square."

March 7th pointed behind him

"He's gone mad. He says he's a dumping ground."

Dan Heng opened his eyes and remained silent for a long while.

Then he started walking towards the square.

March 7th and Xing followed behind, with Xing carrying the mop on her shoulder, dripping an unknown liquid all the way.

The three of them rushed to the square.

The trash can is still there, rusty, with the lid askew.

But there was no one next to the trash can.

March 7th paused for a moment, then quickly ran a lap around the square, and then ran to the mine entrance, looking around for a long while.

Then he turned to look at Dan Heng, his expression changing from tired to blank:

"He's gone. Just a big guy who was squatting still, and he's gone."

Danheng stood still, his gaze sweeping across the empty square.

There were drag marks on the ground!