48 Hours a Day

“What is he talking about?” Zhang Heng turned around and asked Song Jia, who was busy looking for rope everywhere.

“Uh, they use the northern dialect Inupiatun, which should come from the Inuit tribe over there. If I heard that sentence earlier, he said that you should be an apostle of Evil Spirit, uh… …Is there any misunderstanding?”

“Apostle of Evil Spirit?” Zhang Heng expression moved, “Ask him why he said that.”

However, after Song Jia conveyed Zhang Heng’s question to Ole, the latter just shook his head and did not answer, but it was obvious that this Inuit boy’s attitude towards Song Jia was obviously much better than that of Zhang Heng.