Chapter 635: My Beloved Sends Me a Letter

And on the other side far from the battlefield.

The good man, escorted by the Holy City Army, arrived at the gathering place built around the post office.

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

From 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 had 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 about this post office from the king-level lives who escorted him.

It's a pity that these people don't know much.

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

Just then, 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 then 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 person with his deformed big eyes and shouted, "Be honest! Answer whatever I tell you to answer!"

The man nodded in 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 I had the 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 the notebook.

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

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

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, Liangren roughly figured out the purpose of these people staying here.

These messengers who were summoned to leave sent letters to the hands of the unknown world.

If those lives are not strong enough, the messengers will kill them and extract useful things from them and take them back to hell.

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

In the process of delivering letters, even if they die, they will be pulled back to hell by the rules after ten minutes.

The damage they received will be instantly restored when they return to hell, and they will be resurrected even if they die.

Therefore, they act without scruples.

Regardless of whether the recipient is strong or not, they will attack him madly.

After recording, Liangren has already made the next investigation direction.

After explaining, he walked towards the post office alone.

As soon as you enter the door, you will see a spacious and bright hall.

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

This style seems a bit out of place with hell.

The ground is spotless, as if it has been cleaned by an obsessive-compulsive disorder patient.

A large counter immediately attracted Liangren's attention.

Without any hesitation, he walked straight to the counter.

Looking at the piles of forms neatly stacked on top, Liangren narrowed his eyes.

The words on the forms were familiar Chinese.

He moved his eyes to another pile of forms.

It was still 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 text into the text used by 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 text?"

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

"In order to verify this guess, I decided to try to play the role of a messenger, maybe I can get some useful information."

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

Although he would not die in an unknown place because of delivering a letter.

But he was worried that the notebook would be lost.

After returning to the hall, Liang Ren began to fill in the form.

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

Liang Ren frowned at the address column.

"What if I fill in the vague address in the human way of cognition?"

Thinking of this, he directly wrote down a long line of address:

Laniakea Supercluster-Virgo Cluster-Andromeda Galaxy