It seems that "Minglingye" in the dream world of the cherry blossom country is a person who is more good at using his brain, but slightly weak in terms of physical strength...
No, it should be said that while he is slightly weaker in combat than the group of assassins in September, Jiang Cheng is confident that he can defeat an ordinary person in one move.
After spending half a day with him, he had a general understanding of his physical condition. Slightly thin but not weak, not particularly agile but certainly not lagging far behind. Not the best, but not the worst either—that was Jiang Cheng's most accurate assessment of the handwriting in the dream world.
"Click".
The moment he stepped through the door, he kicked a small tin can away with his toe.
The tin can made a crisp clanging sound on the ground, then rolled "gurgle gurgle" to the corner of the room, where it collided with a pile of random trash.
Jiang Cheng's attention was also drawn to this chaotic pile of things.
Who in their right mind would pile up so much... garbage at home?
He simply couldn't think of a more palatable adjective to describe what was happening before him.
Insect carcasses, animal bones, metal fragments, scattered rubber sheets, and even some pungent, viscous liquid...
Seeing the "treasure pile" he had accumulated in the dream world, Jiang Cheng felt quite helpless.
What is this, hamster hoarding disorder?
He's even embarrassed to call this room a "chemistry lab" now; "garbage transfer station" might be a more fitting name.
To be honest, Jiang Cheng was somewhat obsessive-compulsive and had a cleanliness fetish. He could only awkwardly walk past the huge pile of garbage, but his gaze was suddenly drawn to a pile of neatly arranged, metallic-looking, sheet-like objects deep inside.
Although extremely reluctant, he frowned, squatted down, and extended his right hand.
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