"The Haleys language module is cheaper!"

"Ultra-low-cost Halis language module!!"

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

found a "full support" exchange, and the other party really created more Hallis language modules for sale. The price has risen to five hundred silver thalers.

While glad that he started early, Li Qiang also tentatively asked about the situation of the Halis text module.

"Eat and support" did not respond immediately, but pretended to be a little unconcerned and asked Li Qiang if he was willing to resell the text module to himself.

Looking at the high price of 1,000 silver thalers from the other party, Li Qiang smiled.

When Li Qiang asked his doubts, he twisted for a long time before he told the reason.

It turned out that "Eat and Support" was originally just a casual game, and did not see this game as a tool to make money.

The Halis language and the Haliss script were all sorted out by one of his distant relatives when he was bored.

His relatives are linguists and historians, so they are very fond of this kind of historical charm.

But he was very old, and it took him several months, plus a lot of classics and information searches, to barely get the language and writing out.

Later, this relative, who had a recurrence of the old disease, passed away. All his property was inherited by "food and support".

In the beginning, "Eat and Support" really didn't pay attention to those materials and modules. But when the ruins of Halis gradually showed its value, he suddenly beat his chest and regretted it.

It's not that I regret selling the module cheaply to Li Qiang, but I feel that it's useless, so I put the portable hard disk that stores the text module in the corner of the table.

After that, there is no after. The portable hard drive was pressed for a few days, completely deformed, and all the numbers in it were lost. This kind of hardware loss is not even possible.

Therefore, "full support" now only has the language module motherboard, and the more precious text module is only available to Li Qiang.

Although he is grateful for "eating and supporting", Li Qiang will not let go of the Haliss text module.

That's not a module, that's a silver thaler with white flowers!!

The Halis script, probably a few months later, was deciphered and found by the public. But in the past few months, the entire Helis ruins belong to Li Qiang.

Thinking of this, Li Qiang couldn't sit still, stood up and walked around for a long time, before he could barely suppress this excitement.

Li Qiang had an unconcealed excitement on his face, which caused Li Yan and Lu Mei to be very curious and asked frequently.

Li Qiang casually found a reason to prevaricate, and then fell asleep again

The cold and dim hallway, like a monster hidden in the darkness, slowly eats away at the heat and light around it.

In the shadow of the corner, a young man lay crookedly.

His pale face, weak breath, and large blood stains on his legs made him look terrible at this time.

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

The elbows and abdomen that were close to the ground were tingling. Physically, it was like being pressed against a bluestone slab, heavy and cold.

The blood stains on his legs soaked his trousers, as if they were soaked in water, slippery and unbearable. When he moved slightly, there was a sharp pain in the calf bone of his left leg.

In the midst of the pain, Rick grinned, revealing a wry smile. The smile was bitter, but mixed with a little relief.

Fortunately, only one leg was incapacitated, and the other calf was painful but within a tolerable range.

With a few weak gasps, Rick's mind slowly calmed down.

It doesn't matter what happens now, it's only right to leave this place right away.

The mysterious voice in his heart, never so anxious, urged Rick to leave the manor, far away.

Ripping open his trousers, Rick looked at the shocking wound, and his heart twitched.

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

A black-blue lump, hard as a stone, swollen and hot to the touch. In the middle, there is an oblique fleshy bone spur, which is entangled by cyan tendons, and the lump is punctured fiercely, revealing a small half.

Around the bone spurs, there were large black bruises, condensed like hungry wolves.

This kind of strict zhòng wound, if not treated properly, can easily cause infection and suppuration.

Thinking of the purulent wound that looked like rotten soap, Rick pressed the tip of his tongue, and a hint of solemnity flashed across his face.

When they needed help the most, the smiling servants and attendants disappeared like evaporation.

Not only that, but even the wizards who had entered the manor to rest and prepare to continue trading tomorrow had lost contact.

With a solemn look in his eyes, Rick pondered for a long time and muttered to himself, "I can't go on like this, I have to deal with the wound." ”

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

Fortunately, during the days of serving in the border army, Rick had followed old Iger and learned orthopedics and emergency self-rescue.

The frontier army was wounded, but no one bandaged your wounds, let alone precious wound medicine.

In the limited resources, it is the right way to stabilize the injury in the best condition.

With his palms on the ground, Rick struggled to his feet.

His body shook and a feeling of weakness hit him like a tsunami, making Rick's vision blurry and dizzy.

With a lot of blood loss and high-intensity fighting, Rick lost too much body and energy.

Without food and medication, Rick's body began to be in a bad state.

Holding on to his spirits, Rick leaned against the cold wall and walked to the chamberlain's bedroom.

After a few difficult steps, Rick had to take a break and catch his breath for a moment.

By the time Rick turned pale and entered the squire's bedroom, it had been more than ten minutes.

Find a thick burlap and two worn-out planks like splints. Rick eased his consumption and sat down on the humble bed.

Ripping open his trousers, Rick looked at the half-cut bone spur and bruised calf, gritted his teeth and put his finger on the pale bone spur.

With a slight exertion, there was a sharp pain in Rick's calf that caused Rick to tear his lungs.

The beads of sweat the size of soybeans on his forehead, like distilled water, "coo" bubbling out. Beads of sweat fell to the ground and shattered into droplets.

Gasping for breath, Rick visually examined the location of the bone spur before reaching out his hand again.

This time, it was no longer a light touch, but a sharp pressure to press the bone spurs into the bruised flesh.

"Hiss~!"

Rick's eyes turned white in pain, and his whole body trembled like chaff.