Mei Man: My Warhammer Simulator

Chapter 510 Mortals and Nurglings!

South Asian subcontinent, Uttar Pradesh.

A skinny and dark-skinned man was constantly pedaling an old bicycle on the muddy and damaged dirt road.

And just above the rusty back seat of the bicycle.

A huge package half as tall as a person is teetering under the constraints of ropes.

The skinny man's name is Qiao Han, a landless farmer who completely lost his family land because of the coercion and lure of the rich in the village.

As a low caste, he had to be forced to leave the village where he was born and raised.

Travel to a nearby city for a job that will support the whole family.

Qiao Han is honest, but not stupid.

He knew he couldn't keep the land from the start.

We can only try to get more monetary compensation from the rich.

Moreover, Chauhan, a low caste, has long been accustomed to this feeling of powerlessness.

The only thing he worries about is his hardworking wife and young son.

Therefore, Qiao Han gave all the small amount of compensation to his wife to maintain the family, and embarked on the difficult road of working alone.

Today is the first week since Johan left home.

When he asked for leave temporarily, he deliberately bought a large amount of impending food from cheap big shopping malls, as well as the candy he promised to buy for his son and the silk scarf for his wife, and he is now on his way home.

puff!

One of Qiaohan's feet needs to maintain the overall balance of the automatic car.

Had to step into the muddy dirt road full of cow dung.

He shook his head and smiled wryly, and finally decided to get out of the car and walk.

In fact, there should have been a neat and solid cement road in the village.

However, after the village head's son bought a high-power off-road vehicle, there was no news about the road construction funds from Bangli.

Not only the honest Qiao Han, but the whole village knows the inside story here.

But in order to be able to survive, there is really no good way for them to do this.

"Ok?"

As time passed, Qiao Han, who was gradually approaching the entrance of the village, blinked suspiciously.

At times like this in the past, Old Jay, who has been selling crispy ball specialties at the entrance of the village, should be the busiest person.

After all, a fried noodle ball stuffed with hummus and dipped in a variety of green masala dips is delicious, cheap, clean and hygienic…

Qiao Han, who lacked oil and water in his stomach, subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

He hastily took a deep breath and pushed the heavy bicycle forward.

It didn't take long for him to see the commodity counter built by old Jay with several big stones.

It's just that at this time, the glass box full of fried noodle balls on the self-made counter has long been broken, and a large number of fried noodle balls are scattered all over the place, but only old Jay and his loyal customers have disappeared.

"Did... anything happen in the village?"

Qiao Han, who opened his eyes slightly, stopped the bicycle quickly.

He hurriedly ran to the front of the commodity counter, squatted on the ground and took a closer look.

"These fried noodle balls were completely soaked by the rain. I remember that the rain started seven days ago and it stopped this morning..."

Qiao Han who got up slowly muttered something to himself.

His expression gradually became dignified, and he wanted to turn around and leave.

Turning his eyes back and forth, he inadvertently saw a sharp saw blade that belonged to old Jay.

Old Jai was also of lower caste.

According to the unspoken traditions and rules of everyone, people of low caste are not allowed to use real knives.

Johan lowered his head and pondered for a moment.

Then, without hesitation, he picked up the sharp saw blade and pinned it behind his waist.

The existence of the commodity counter is old Jay's life.

It is also the only source of income for him to support his family.

It is impossible for old Jay to let others trample on everything about him and remain indifferent.

Therefore, something else must have happened in my village!

fight?riot?still……

Squeak!
With a nervous expression, Qiao Han quickly ran back to the bicycle.

He pushed his bicycle and rode into the village.

He needs to get home as soon as possible to see if his wife and son are safe.

If something really happened in the village, there was nothing that could be done.

At worst, he took his whole family to the city to sleep on the streets, so that at least he could save his life.

Qiao Han pedaled the bicycle with all his strength, and the whole person quickly passed the messy streets of the village.

The villagers who used to come and go have long since disappeared, and even the annoying barking of dogs and cattle barking in the past has not made any movement.

In order to conduct some kind of verification, Qiao Han deliberately took a detour.

He quickly passed the road in front of rows of mansions built by the village chief and other rich people who occupied the land specially.

But still no one was seen, only the metal gates that were locked from the inside!

Boom!
Soon after, the sweaty Johan finally returned to his old house.

At this moment, there is no sound coming from this old ancestral house that has survived decades of wind and rain and relied on the repairs and repairs of the fathers.

"Amir? Tina?"

The flustered Qiao Han didn't even care about the food on the car seat.

He hurriedly shouted the names of his son and wife several times in the direction of the house, but he never got any response.

Qiao Han, who was dripping with sweat on his forehead, took a deep breath, and walked quickly to the front of the door.

He pushed the door lightly and found that it was not locked.

creak-

And as the door gradually opened, the faint light from the outside slowly shone into the dimly lit room.

Qiao Han glanced cautiously.

It was found that the floor of the door and the furniture around it were neatly arranged.

And it's all thanks to his wife Tina.

Although life at home is relatively poor.

But the two are not lazy, and they are not complaining...

"Tina!"

At this moment, Qiao Han, whose lips were trembling slightly, suddenly saw his wife lying on the ground beside the bed.

He wanted to step forward to check the other party's life and death.

But the instinct from human beings still abruptly stopped any of his movements.

Because the wife's current state doesn't look like a living person at all!
Moreover, there was a terrifying smile on her pale, wide-eyed face, her bare hands and feet were covered with horrible herpes of various sizes, and the incomparably foul-smelling green juice kept flowing out, even her entire abdomen The position has also increased a lot.

And Qiao Han clearly knew that his wife was not pregnant again...

This should be some kind of unknown disease, right?

Or is it the raging plague that the old people in the village say?

Qiao Han, who had just suffered a huge blow, thought in an extremely chaotic way.

"Amir?"

The next moment, suppressing the grief in his heart, Qiao Han glanced at the room again, and suddenly saw a short figure squatting facing the corner.

And that is the little back of his son Amir!

"Son! Don't be afraid! Daddy's back, Tina... what happened to your mother? What happened in the village?"

In an instant, Qiao Han felt his worry and love for his son in his heart.

Finally overcame worries about his wife's decaying corpse and some unknown disease.

He rushed into the room without hesitation, and then carefully moved towards his son squatting in the corner.

"Dad, you're back..."

"Mom is sick, we can't contact you, everyone in the village is afraid of getting sick, and they don't want to help us at all..."

At this moment, Johan, who was completely worried about his son's safety, didn't notice that Amir's voice was a little low and thick, and even the basic tone of voice didn't change.

"I was very scared, anxious and sad. I wanted to pray to the gods in the sky for help as my mother once said... I didn't expect the great gods to actually answer me!"

Hearing his son's simple words without any ups and downs.

Qiao Han, who had just put a few fingers on his son's shoulders, subconsciously shuddered!

He was just about to say something.

At this moment, the son who had been facing the corner suddenly turned around in front of him.

"what!"

Qiao Han, who couldn't help staring carefully, took a few steps back subconsciously, and his whole body trembled!
Between the swollen and festering arms of his son Amir.

A horrible Nurgling the size of a human head, whose green pitted body surface is covered with viscous liquid, is trying to stretch out a pair of slender hands in the direction of Johan, and the bloody mouth is slightly open. Let out piercing laughter and vague murmurs!

"Giggle..."

"Daddy, hug—"

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(End of this chapter)