Zuan wondered if this guy was a programmer.
On the left side of the window was an old woman wrapped in tattered, thick clothes. Zu An glanced at her and felt a surge of turmoil in his heart, for he had never seen such an ugly woman before.
It's bad enough that she's ugly, but the real problem is that her face is covered with all sorts of lumps. Just one look at her could kill anyone with trypophobia.
He quickly looked away and noticed an old man sitting at the very back.
His face had several hideous scars, which were equally ugly, but compared to the old woman, they all appeared handsome.
He appeared to have some kind of disability in his legs, and was sitting in a wheelchair.
But Zuan dared not underestimate him in the slightest, because his whole body was burning with transparent flames, and he could feel the intense pressure emanating from him even from dozens of meters away.
“%￥@*！#￥【、】+1……!” The old man snorted coldly and turned to leave.
The wheelchair seemed to be integrated with his body; without him even trying to control it, it simply rolled away from the bar.
Zuan was completely bewildered; he realized he couldn't understand what the other person was saying at all.
He looked at number 9527 with a puzzled expression. The other person looked a little embarrassed, as if what he had just said hadn't been very pleasant.
At that moment, a sentence echoed in Zaun's mind: "He just said, 'I thought the master of the Singularity World was something special, but it turns out he's such a weakling.'"
Zuan: "..."
He instinctively looked in the direction of the voice and realized that it was the young man with translucent skin and a receding hairline who had spoken earlier.
But he clearly doesn't have a mouth!
Seemingly sensing his confusion, the transparent Mediterranean boy said again, "I communicate with you through mental fluctuations."
She immediately shook her head and turned back to look at the scenery outside, seemingly having lost interest in him.
The old woman with a face full of tumors also let out a strange laugh, and leaning on her cane, she slowly and shakily left her seat.
Zaun suddenly realized that he had made a fatal mistake. Even if a single world has various languages and dialects, there are countless languages in the myriad worlds. He had actually overlooked the issue of language. The danger level of his trip to the Dreamland was likely to increase exponentially!
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