Paris streets.
Lin Yi had never thought about this question before: does life substance exist in metal waste?
The answer is: both yes and no, very abstract.
[The pit has processed this item]
[Shelter has acquired 377 units of substance*]
"Shelter, what does the asterisk mean after the substance, and what's the use of this substance?"
["Substance" refers to non-biological things, and the asterisk indicates you can check the extended list]
[Do you think iron, stone, or glass are all the same kind of substance? Lower life forms?]
Seeing the shelter's response, Lin Yi's right brow bone unconsciously twitched.
Is it taunting me with words?
Are you dizzy from hunger!
Lin Yi waved his hand and modified the transmission permissions rules for all soldiers.
Previously, warriors could only transport corpses to the pit and items to the warehouse, but now they can also send items into the bottomless pit.
After changing the permission parameters, he raised his arm and yelled.
