Weird asylum, you're taking in a human like me?

Chapter 636

On the other side far from the battlefield.

The good man was escorted by the Holy City Army to the gathering place built around the post office.

During the time of rushing, with his super memory, he had learned the language of hell through the gestures of these guards.

At the beginning, he could not understand anything and could only imitate the pronunciation of the other party.

Later, he gradually understood some words, and then accumulated more vocabulary through reverse deduction.

These guards also taught the good man the language in their own way.

Unlike the two days he expected, it took about three days to learn the language.

Of course, he did not take this episode to heart.

Before and after arriving at the post office, he did not rush to investigate, but circled around the building that did not belong to the style of hell twice.

He even touched the wall of the building with his hand.

"Strange, this material does not look like metal, but it has the texture of metal"

The good man muttered softly, and then wrote down what he just said in a notebook.

"And this design is also very strange, completely contrary to the mechanical structure"

After recording in the notebook, Liangren began to learn about the specific information of this post office from the king-level lives who escorted him.

Unfortunately, these people didn't know much.

The only useful information Liangren got from them was how to send letters through the post office.

At this moment, a king-level life in the escort team suddenly said in surprise: "It's strange, we have been here for so long, and we haven't seen the post office give a letter-sending prompt"

Hearing this, Liangren fell into deep thought.

Through the communication just now, Liangren learned that the post office would send out letter-sending tasks from time to time.

As long as the life in this vicinity can send their own letters through these irregularly issued tasks.

Although it is irregular, the interval between them will not be very long.

However, since they arrived here, no task has been sent out.

Soon, at Liangren's signal, a guard came to Liangren with a native life in the gathering place.

The man spoke in a genuine hellish accent: "Friend, don't be nervous"

"I have a question to ask you. Don't worry, dizziness is normal. I promise I won't hurt you"

He said, and then he looked at the guard and said, "Let this friend go"

The guard gently put the native life on the ground, then stared at the other party with his deformed big eyes and shouted, "Be honest! Answer whatever I tell you to answer!"

The man nodded with a look of horror.

The man raised his right index finger and pushed the glasses frame on his nose, then asked softly, "When was the last time there was an opportunity to deliver a letter?"

The other party trembled and replied, "It's been a long time since there was an opportunity to deliver a letter"

After the voice fell, he looked at the calm eyes of the man, and his body trembled suddenly.

Then he continued to add without stopping: "We are still discussing whether to evacuate here"

"Because without the mission of delivering letters, we can't get any water at all"

"Some people who haven't delivered letters for a long time have died of thirst because of the depletion of water in their bodies..."

The good man nodded gently and recorded the other party's words in a notebook.

Then he continued to ask: "In other words, you can get the water you need for survival through the opportunity of delivering letters?"

"Can you tell me what the process is like?"

The native hell creature opened his mouth, and then looked around with a weak gaze at the king-level guards who looked ferocious.

He couldn't imagine how this white and clean race in front of him, which he had never seen before, could have such a powerful guard group.

In his impression, only the demons of the royal family would have such a grand show when they traveled.

Obviously, this white and clean guy was an existence he couldn't afford to offend.

Although there was a rule that he couldn't take action here, this rule had no practical significance for these big shots.

So he quickly told everything he knew.

After listening to his description, Liang Ren roughly understood the purpose of these people staying here.

These messengers who were summoned to leave delivered the letters to the lives in the unknown world.

If those lives were not strong enough, the messengers would kill them and extract useful things from them and bring them back to hell.

The most important of these was the water contained in the carbon-based organisms.

Even if they died during the delivery process, they would be pulled back to hell by the rules after ten minutes.

The damage they received would be instantly restored when they returned to hell, just likeEven if they died, they would be resurrected.

Therefore, they attacked without hesitation.

Regardless of whether the recipient was powerful or not, they would attack him madly.

After recording, Liangren had already decided on the next direction of investigation.

After explaining, he walked into the post office alone.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw a spacious and bright hall.

Compared with the dirt and mess outside, this place seemed to be an independent small world.

This style seemed a bit out of tune with hell.

The floor was spotless, as if it had been cleaned by an obsessive-compulsive disorder patient.

A large counter immediately attracted Liangren's attention.

He walked directly to the counter without any hesitation.

Looking at the piles of forms neatly stacked on it, Liangren's eyes narrowed.

The words on the forms were in Chinese that he was familiar with.

He moved his eyes to another pile of forms.

It was still in Chinese.

This made Liangren feel very strange.

Liangren took the forms and walked out, and found a guard to confirm it.

The man told him that the words on it were the words in their hell.

Liangren immediately had a guess.

Then he wrote in his notebook: "A program similar to simultaneous interpretation can translate the words into the words used by the race of the person filling out the form."

"So I guess that this post office was built here by a powerful unknown civilization."

"But why do they know our human words?"

"Is our civilization also under the observation of this advanced civilization?"

"In order to verify this guess, I decided to try to act as a messenger, maybe I can get some useful information."

After recording this passage, he handed the notebook to the leading guard.

Although he would not die in an unknown place because of sending letters.

But he was worried that the notebook would be lost.

After returning to the hall, Liangren began to fill in the content on the form.

In addition to the tasks randomly assigned by the post office, the messenger can also take the initiative to send letters.

Liangren frowned at the address column.

"What if we fill in the vague address in a human way?"

Thinking of this, he directly picked up the pen and wrote down a long line of address:

Laniakea Supercluster - Virgo Galaxy Cluster - Andromeda Galaxy