Apocalypse Meltdown - 1880. Chapter 1839 Jialan Language

Jialan language.

Chu Han stared at the three words on the recovery system, with question marks all over his face.

“Do you want to learn Jialan?” The system prompts.

Chu Han clicked to confirm, and then another one jumped out: “It consumes 50,000 recycle points.”

The corner of Chu Han’s mouth twitched, it is better not to learn!

Fifty thousand refurbishment points are not worth mentioning for Chu Han now. The Wolf Fang battle group is providing him with huge amounts of points every day. After overturning the Burial Ground, Chu Han made a lot of money. Follow-up There is also the cleaning of zombies in various cities, and the points will be doubled several times.

Including every upgrade of Chu Han, the required points are nothing compared to the total amount.

But Chu Han still felt that it was wasteful to learn a language, and he needed 50,000 points!

After learning the Jialan language, Chu Han completely forgot what the old man asked just now, so he tried to make his expression look harmless, and he also bloomed with a rare smile and spoke every word.

Said: “You say it again?”

Wow!

The people in the whole village took three steps back, and the old people in the village who stood up to talk were even more shocked and their legs were shaking, and there were even children crying.

Chu Han darkened his face. Didn’t he just hear someone say it again? Doesn’t he need such a big reaction?

Wangcai on the side was stunned for three seconds, and then he was completely speechless to Chu Han.

This guy probably lived in the last days for too long, even the most basic normal communication!

Putting the words’you say it again’ in Chu Han’s mind simply wanted people to say it again, but in a normal world without apocalyptic invasion, it was tantamount to being unhappy and threatening!

The scene was so stalemate, Chu Han had a headache when seeing the crowd of people in front of him jumping around, so his face became darker and darker, standing there whizzing outside.

The people in the village ran far away, and a few brave ones stayed close, but they didn’t dare to come out.

“You, are you a warrior?” Finally the old man spoke again, stammering and trembling.

Chu Han understood this time, and immediately realized that this world may also be divided into different levels, but I don’t know if it is the same as that on Earth.

So he nodded: “Yes, where is this?”

The old man saw that Chu Han did not suddenly change his face and slaughtered, and he replied with a sigh of relief: “We are Jixiang Village. Walking along this road for ten kilometers is the town. Since you are a martial artist, then…”

The meaning is to drive people out, their village can’t accommodate a warrior, they are scared!

Chu Han looked into the distance, ten kilometers, not as long as his journey across the mountains and ridges.

So Chu Han smiled at the old man: “Thank you for your guidance.”

He is indeed not suitable for staying in this small village. Looking at the few crying children next to him, he knows that the warrior is still very scary.

Leaving Jixiang Village, Chu Han swaggered on the dirt road. He found that the world was very backward, just like hundreds of years before the industrialization began, and the road was bumpy and uneven at all.

As Chu Han was thinking, suddenly a group of people in front of him ran closer and met him head-on on the road.

Chu Han walked forward without stopping.

The ten people directly opposite stopped suspiciously. They watched Chu Han walk by, swaggering and wanted to take a walk, and they couldn’t tell why for a while.

Who is this person?

Seeing that Chu Han was walking unhappily, he walked far away in a few steps.

One of the ten people shrank his pupils: “High-ranking warrior! We are not the enemy!”

The other nine people gave their expressions a gratitude, and secretly wrote down Chu Han’s appearance.

“Go ahead.” The man said, and led the man forward.

At this time, Chu Han walked a certain distance forward, and suddenly frowned and stopped.

Wangcai slammed into Chu Han’s heel without checking, and suddenly jumped up and shouted, “What are you doing! Did you stop suddenly and want to kill me?”

Chu Han said solemnly: “You go back to Jixiang Village and have a look.”

Wang Caiqi’s face bulged up: “Why?”

Chu Han kicked him forward and kicked Wangcai far away: “Let you see and go! Come back and report as soon as you have news!”

“I’m not a subordinate!” Wangcai was furious.

Chu Han stared at it: “Yes, you are my slave.”

Wangcai couldn’t tell Chu Han, but he still ran back obediently. It also found that there was something wrong with the ten people just now. There was only one way. The ten people were in the opposite direction. Eight out of ten people were going to Jixiang Village!

Even if Chu Han didn’t talk about these gossip matters, Wangcai wanted to go back and see what was going on.

At this time in Jixiang Village, when Chu Han’s figure disappeared, the talents in the village completely relaxed. Some people were nervous and sweaty.

At this time, the old man walked into a house tremblingly, opened the attic carefully, and said to the darkness inside: “The warrior is gone.”

A voice came from the dark place, a little old and tired: “Thank you to the old folks in the village for taking me in for so long.”

The old man waved his hand: “You helped us solve the beasts in the mountains. This is what we should do.”

The person in the dark said again: “The fierce beast is nothing to our martial artist, but the kid just now shouldn’t be looking to kill me. If you have a chance to see him next time, don’t be so nervous.”

The old man breathed a sigh of relief: “That’s good, but sir, who did you offend?”

The person in the darkness sighed: “Don’t say it, it will bring you blood and light disasters, and it is not suitable to stay here for long, I will leave tonight.”

“Your injury is not healed!” The old man was a little anxious.

At this moment, suddenly there was a noise outside.

“What are you doing! Why turn my house?”

“Let go of my children! Who are you!”

“Ah-help!”

Immediately afterwards, several splashes of blood sounded everywhere, as well as a cold voice.

“Take down this small village, and turn over the house again! Dig the ground three feet!”

“Yes!”

There was a massacre outside, and there were crying everywhere.

The old man who was still in the attic was taken aback. He looked out through the cracks in the window and saw that the whole village was bleeding, and many villagers were lying on the ground, having their lives reaped mercilessly.

It’s a warrior!

Many warriors have come!

The old and weak women and children in the village, kill them all!

“Cough!” The man in the dark coughed, spitting out a gulp of blood, and his voice trembled with anger: “They came for me.”

“You?” The old man was surprised.

But before he could say the next sentence, the attic was completely opened, and one person rushed out and stood in front of the group of warriors who wanted to kill the villagers.

He looks like he is about fifty years old, with a calm aura on his body, even if he is injured, he still has an extraordinary aura when standing there.

The ten warriors looked at the person in front of them, first surprised and then overjoyed, especially when they saw each other’s pale face and bleeding wounds.