Chapter 46 Mushrooms on a Rainy Day

Chuyi wiped the sweat from his head, took the water handed to him by the person next to him and drank it in one gulp, then squinted his eyes and looked at the relatively flat mud ground in front of him.

"Assistant, let us handle the rest," a mutant with the same earth-type ability said to Chuyi with a smile, "A survivor who can make bricks just arrived at our base. Today is a good time to give it a try!"

Chuyi glanced at the water and fire ability users next to him and nodded: "It doesn't matter if we fail. There is still a lot of cement and sand in the base."

"Don't worry, Deputy! We've all tried!"

Chuyi spoke briefly to them, and then saw Qiao Bai sitting in the corner looking at them curiously.

After thinking for a moment, Chuyi walked towards Qiao Bai.

"Are you looking for the boss?" Chuyi asked.

Qiao Bai shook his head: "I didn't look for him, I was watching how you guys built the road."

"If you're really curious, you can also participate," Chuyi pointed at the man he had just spoken to, "He's the person in charge. If you want to participate, just go to him to register."

"I understand, thank you," Qiao Bai smiled and nodded, but did not move.

He knows how much I am capable of, so I'd better not make trouble.

Chu nodded and left.

Qiao Bai sat back on the small stool and continued watching with great interest.

The people with special abilities worked hard and soon built a large section of cement road.

The earth-type psychic prepares the materials, the water-type psychic adds water, and after mixing them evenly, the fire-type psychic dries them. Then the water-type psychic sprinkles water and continues to dry them.

After going back and forth a few times, the ground immediately became firm.

What amused Qiao Bai the most was that those people with special abilities actually thought the smooth cement road was too monotonous and even painted beautiful patterns on it.

"These big men look big and strong, but their paintings are so cute." He initially thought that those people were drawing simple shapes, but it turned out that they also drew animals and plants in those squares and circles.

"How's my cat drawing? Do you want some more patterns?"

"Not bad. Look at my dog ​​too. This is my Lai Fu. He got lost when the apocalypse came, but I still remember him clearly."

"You guys are really good at drawing. I can only draw a five-pointed star."

"Hey man, look at mine, the plum blossoms I drew!"

"Is it fun?" Jun Mo stood quietly behind Qiao Bai and asked with a smile.

Qiao Bai's mind was on the paintings drawn by those psychics. He nodded subconsciously when he heard this: "It's interesting. They draw very well."

"Baby, do you want to draw?" Jun Mo asked again.

Qiao Bai just nodded, then suddenly realized what was happening and turned around in surprise: "A-Mo? Why are you here? Is the meeting over?"

Jun Mo hugged Qiao Bai: "Well, I just finished the meeting. I heard Chuyi said you were here, so I came here."

"Then let's draw one too. Do you know how to do it?" Qiao Bai stood up, grabbed Jun Mo and ran outside.

Jun Mo opened his mouth but said nothing.

When they saw Jun Mo, the psychics were stunned for a moment. Then the psychic in charge of road repair took the initiative to report to Jun Mo: "Boss, we have repaired the surrounding roads. It's just that the brothers got playful and drew some pictures on the ground. Boss, I was the one who suggested it first, so punish me if you want to."

Jun Mo glanced at the painting on the ground and said, "It's a good painting. As a reward, you can take the other brothers to find Chuyi to collect it."

Qiao Bai also laughed: "It's really beautiful, especially the puppy."

The other party was stunned for a moment, then touched his head and laughed.

Seeing this, the other few psychics who were originally worried relaxed and walked over.

"Boss, how about you draw one too?"

"Yeah, yeah, boss, you should draw one too!"

Jun Mo opened his mouth to refuse: "I won't..."

"Amo, draw one, I want to see it," Qiao Bai approached Jun Mo, "I like mushrooms, can you draw me a small mushroom?"

Facing Qiao Bai's expectant gaze, Jun Mo didn't say anything to refuse.

Then Qiao Bai blushed, pointed at the painting on the ground, and looked at Jun Mo in amazement.

"Is this... a mushroom?"

Several other psychics who were curious about Jun Mo's artistic cells were also stunned.

Jun Mo looked at the mushroom on the ground for a long time, and finally drew another crooked line on the mushroom's stem.

...looks even more evil.

"Isn't it pretty?" Jun Mo looked at his painting with satisfaction, "This is a mushroom on a rainy day."