“Halis language module is cheap!”

"Ultra-low price Halis language module!!"

In addition to Li Qiang's posts, at least five or six posts are also selling Helis language modules. The price fluctuates between one to one and a half silver tale. It seems that a silver tale is the standard price.

After finding "eat enough" for communication, the other party really created more Halis language modules to sell. The price has increased to five hundred silver tale one.

Fortunately, while he started early, Li Qiang also asked about the situation of the Hellis text module.

"Eating full" did not respond immediately, but instead pretended to be a little indifferent to ask Li Qiang if he was willing to sell the text module to himself again.

Seeing the other party paying a high price of 1,000 silver tale, Li Qiang smiled.

When Li Qiang asked out his doubts, he was "full" and was so tempted for a while before he could tell the reason.

It turns out that "eating full" was just a casual play, and did not regard this game as a tool to make money.

The Halis language and Halis writing were sorted out when his distant relative was bored.

His relative is a linguist and historian, so he likes this kind of historical charm.

But he was very old and took several months, plus a lot of classics and information inquiry, so he could barely get out the language and text.

Later, this relative, whose old illness relapsed and died. All his property was inherited by "eating and eating".

At the beginning, "Eating Full" really doesn't take the information and modules seriously. But when the relics of Halis gradually show their value, they immediately beat their chests and stamped their feet, and regretted it.

It’s not that I regret selling the module to Li Qiang at a cheap price, but that I felt it was useless and put the portable hard drive that stored the text modules on the corner.

After that, there is no more. The portable hard disk was crushed for a few days and completely deformed, and all the data inside was lost. This kind of hardware loss is impossible to even recover.

So now there are only language module motherboards and more precious text modules, but only Li Qiang has them.

Although I am very grateful for "eating for a full meal", Li Qiang will not give up the Hellis text module.

That's not a module, that's a white silver tale!!

The words of Halis may have been deciphered and found by everyone in a few months. But within these few months, the entire Halis ruins belonged to Li Qiang.

Thinking of this, Li Qiang couldn't sit still, stood up and walked around for a while before barely suppressing the excitement.

Li Qiang's face was filled with unconcealed excitement, which made Li Yan and Lu Mei very curious and asked frequently.

Li Qiang found a reason to make excuses and re-entered his sleep state.

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The cold and dim corridor is like a monster hidden in the dark, slowly eroding the heat and light around it.

A young man lying crookedly in the shadows of the corner of the wall.

His face was pale, his breath was weak, and his legs were covered in blood, which made him look terrible at this time.

The fingers moved, the young man's eyelids trembled, and he slowly woke up.

The elbows and abdomen that were close to the ground came numbness and coolness. On the body, it was as if a bluestone was pressed, heavy and cold.

The bloodstained on both legs soaked the trouser legs, as if soaked in water, and it was unbearable. After a little movement, a heart-wrenching pain came from the calf bones of the left leg.

In the severe pain, Rick grinned and smiled bitterly. His smile was bitter, but it was mixed with a little relief.

Fortunately, only one leg was unable to move, and the other leg was in a tolerable range although it was painful.

After a few weak breaths, Rick slowly calmed down.

Nothing matters now, it’s just that I’m just going to leave this ghost place right away.

The mysterious voice in his heart has never been so urgent and anxious, urging Rick to leave the manor and leave far away.

Tearing open the legs of his pants, Rick looked at the shocking wound and his heart couldn't help but thrust.

The entire left calf was like a steamed bun, which was frighteningly swollen.

The black and blue lump was as hard as a stone, and it became swollen and hot when touched. There was a spur of flesh and bones in the middle, which was entangled by the blue lump, piercing the lump, revealing a small part.

Around the bone spurs, there was a large area of ​​black blood stasis, which was like a hungry wolf.

If this severe wound is not treated as soon as possible, it can easily cause infection and suppuration.

Thinking of the suppurated wound that looked like rotten soap, Rick pressed down on his tongue, and a trace of solemnity flashed across his face.

When the help was most needed, the servants and servants with smiles were gone as if they were evaporated.

Not only that, even the wizards who entered the manor to rest and were preparing to continue trading tomorrow lost contact.

With a serious look, Rick pondered for a while and said to himself: "If you can't continue like this, you have to deal with the wound."

First of all, the most difficult problem is that bone spur.

Fortunately, during his time in the border army, Rick had learned bone correction and emergency self-rescue with Lao Eiger.

I was injured in the border army, but no one bandaged you, let alone precious medicine.

With limited resources, the right way is to stabilize the injury at the best state.

With his palms on the ground, Rick stood up with difficulty.

The body shaking, and the feeling of weakness came like a tsunami, making Rick's vision blurred and dizzy.

The massive blood loss and high-intensity combat made Rick lose too much energy and energy.

Without food and medication, Rick's body began to develop bad conditions.

With a strong spirit, Rick held the cold wall and walked towards the bedroom of the servant whom he had just seen.

After taking a few difficult steps, Rick would have to take a little rest and breathe violently for a moment.

By the time Rick looked pale and entered the attendant's bedroom, it was more than ten minutes later.

Find a thick piece of burlap and two worn wooden boards like plywood. Rick eased the consumption just now and sat slowly on the simple bed.

Tearing open the trouser legs, Rick looked at the wound and bruised calf that showed half of the bone spur, gritted his teeth and put his finger on the pale bone spur.

With a slight force, a severe pain that made Rick heart-wrenching.

The sweat beads as big as soybeans on their forehead were like distilled water, "gugu" and "gugu" outwards. The sweat beads fell to the ground and broke into droplets.

After gasping for a while, Rick visually measured the position of the bone spur, and then stretched out his hand again.

This time, it was no longer a light touch, but a violent press of the bone spur into the bruised and swollen flesh.

"Hiss~!"
Chapter completed!