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Chapter 580 Bruna Fishing Town (Part )

Each region of the world has a unique architectural style.

For example, the buildings in Jiju City tend to look like the antique buildings and jade buildings in the world's ancient costume movies.

As for Yongye City, it is more inclined to a modern city.

As for the fishing town called Bruna in front of Chen Jing...

Like medieval Europe?

It should be about the same.

Whether it is the architectural style or the dress of the local indigenous people, it is almost completely consistent with Chen Jing's impression of medieval Europe.

of course.

These natives are just dressed like medieval Europeans.

But they are not human.

Chen Jing firmly believes in this.

For example, the natives he met along the way...

They all have the same distinctive feature.

Dead face.

No matter men, women, old or young, tall, short, fat or thin, no matter how different their facial features are, the eyes of these indigenous people are always protruding, and the bloodshot whites of the eyes are often accompanied by some strange and dirty marks, like pathological diseases growing on the eyeballs. Plaque…

Like the eyes of a dead fish.

There is no human emotion in their eyes, they are godless and empty yet creepy.

Not only that.

The faces of these natives are particularly stiff, and they seem to be able to maintain an expressionless posture. Whether they are talking to each other or looking at outsiders such as Chen Jing, their expressions have not changed in any way.

In this town.

Most of the indigenous people Chen Jing had seen had extremely muscular bodies, with muscles that exceeded human limits and almost shattered the cheap clothes on them.

Only the women, children and the elderly were a little thinner... no, to be precise, they were almost pathologically skinny, forming an extremely strong contrast with those strong men.

It started when Chen Jing and the others entered the town.

Every native here will unabashedly set their sights on them.

No threat or other emotions could be seen.

But Chen Jing's intuition told him...these natives had some evil intentions.

Behind those empty and dull eyes, there might be some chilling "bad ideas" hidden behind them.

"What I hate the most is these coastal aborigines... You have seen their empty eyes, right... I feel uncomfortable looking at them... I really want to gouge out their eyeballs..." Chen Bofu also said I couldn't help but complain softly.

"Don't say anything yet, or you will attract hatred." Chen Jing warned, then he turned his eyes away and looked calmly at the native who just passed by him.

It was a middle-aged man hurriedly carrying a sack. His slightly shabby clothes were covered with dirty marks. He had a solid wood pipe in his mouth, and there was a dry and peeling fish scale on his neck...

To be honest, Chen Jing looked quite disgusting.

Because the fish scales growing on his neck only reminded Chen Jing of the dried fish given by his colleagues in the past, the kind without the scales removed. After being exposed to the sun, it would dry and peel, and the scales would fall off with just a click.

This town is disgusting.

This was Chen Jing’s first impression of Bruna Fishing Town.

But the town is also quiet.

This is Chen Jing's second impression of Bruna Fishing Town.

From beginning to end.

Regardless of the sounds made by Chen Jing himself and the old man, there seemed to be no other people talking here. There were only the occasional footsteps of pedestrians, or strange sticky sounds coming from some buildings, as if some creature was coming. The darkness is slowly crawling and unsettling.

"The natives living here are all descendants of the past, and the strongest ones are only Sequence Four..." Chen Jing also had a rough understanding of the natives of this fishing town.

In terms of strength, Chen Jing could wipe out this town by himself, but in terms of his true thoughts, he didn't want to fight these natives at all. Seeing how sticky and fishy they were... forget it.

<divclass="contentadv">Chen Jing avoided them.

I just want to leave this disgusting town as soon as possible to avoid smelling the smell of dead fish and rotten shrimps when I breathe again.

On the way to the fish stall.

Chen Jing met one "native" after another who liked to stare at them.

In response to this phenomenon.

He was ready to take action at any time.

As long as these weird-looking natives dared to do anything out of the ordinary, Chen Jing would directly use the golden holy light to burn the town shrouded in fishy and rotten stench to ashes... But it was a pity that no natives took action against them from beginning to end. .

The natives just stared at them.

That's it.

Therefore, Chen Boxu became more and more impatient. If Chen Jing hadn't been persuading him earnestly, he would probably have wiped out the town directly regardless of the risk of exposing his whereabouts.

Come to what Hassad calls the fish stall.

It was the first time for Chen Jing to talk to the indigenous people here.

Although the other party's tone of voice was weird and dull, at least his words were clearly understandable...

"Are you going to Inboga?"

The local native who spoke was the owner of the fish stall, and he was also the strongest descendant among the natives that Chen Jing had ever seen.

However, he didn't look amazing. He was just dressed in a dirty fisherman's attire. He was old, frail, and skinny. He was not as intimidating as the strong men before.

"Yes." Chen Jing looked at the sticky and smelly wooden floors in front of him. Being a germaphobe, he didn't want to go in and talk to the other party, so he could only stand outside the fish stall. "I heard that you can rent a boat here. But before renting a boat, you must rent a captain..."

"Yes, these are the rules." The fish stall owner nodded, picked up the pipe stained with dead fish mucus from the chopping board, and took a heavy puff, "Actually, this is also for the benefit of the customers. The weather in the old sea is so changeable and windy. Big, if there are no locals to steer the ship for you, I’m afraid you will fall into the sea and feed those damn fishes in less than half a day.”

"Quote a price."

Chen Dingding nodded and agreed to the other party's proposal. After all, this was what Hassad said before coming here. It seems that this is the rule along the coast.

"One kilogram."

The fish stall owner took a deep puff of his pipe and slowly exhaled the choking gray-black smoke. There was no other expression on his rigid face, and his empty, lifeless eyes were still lifeless.

"One kilogram?" Chen Jing didn't react for a moment.

"A kilogram of filth."

The fish stall owner banged his pipe on the corner of the table and spoke in a calm tone, with no hint of extortion.

"This price is already very fair. In addition to providing you with a fishing boat that is regularly maintained, the best captain in Bruna Fishing Town, Old John, will be at the helm for you."

"One kilogram of filth?! I'm going to fuck you..."

Before Chen Bofu had time to curse the curse words behind him, Chen Jing swallowed them back with a look.

One kilogram of filth?

You dare to open your mouth like a lion!

This can even buy your fucking life!

"Okay, for this price, we'll leave now." Chen Jing agreed without any hesitation.

Seeing that he agreed so simply, the fish stall owner couldn't help but be stunned, but he didn't ask any more questions, nodded and went to prepare the fishing boat that Chen Jing and the others needed.

"The fishing boat is parked at the port?" Chen Jing asked curiously, "Is it the red boat?"

"Yeah." The fish stall owner nodded.

"Where is the old John you mentioned?" Chen Jing looked around and found that there were no other natives near the fish stall. "Do I need to wait for him?"

"No need." The fish stall owner rolled up his sleeves and walked towards the port, saying without looking back, "Old John is me, I am Old John, I am the best captain in this town, there is no doubt...believe me, I will give you a wonderful sailing experience!”