Chapter 275: Chapter 250: Red Coffin (Part 3) (4400 words)_3
Thump!
No sooner had the words left his mouth than a chill pierced his abdon, as if impaled by an ice-cold blade, followed by a surge of intense pain.
At that mont, Yan Junze knew all too well that the other party had penetrated his stomach with sothing, perhaps a fingernail.
Apparently, this kind of opening line was clearly not going to work.
Rewind!
This ti, when rewinding, Yan Junze deliberately chose the mont just after the figure had approached and stopped near him.
Knowing the figure would remain silent by his side, every saved minute counted. Outside, Zhang Xiaomo was in danger, and Yan Junze did not want to waste ti.
As soon as the person stopped, he lowered his voice and said, “Do you feel lonely?”
The person lying before him did not respond or make any move; this ti, there was no imdiate attack.
“If you have sothing to say, you can tell . Maybe I can be your best audience,” Yan Junze felt that with every life-threatening experience, his expertise in dealing with strangenesses was growing.
The person leaned forward, their face nearly touching Yan Junze’s.
An even colder sensation spread throughout his body. Yan Junze tightened his collar, weary of provoking any displeasure, so he did not retreat but allowed the figure to co close to him.
A low voice soon sounded in his ear.
Yan Junze held his breath, listening intently, but after only a few seconds, he looked puzzled.
The person was not speaking quickly, but to Yan Junze’s ears, it was incomprehensible because the figure was speaking in a dialect, one from a small area that was incredibly obscure and difficult for Yan Junze to understand.
The cadence, sowhat eerie, flowed out slowly. In the enclosed space, it was as if caterpillars were crawling around Yan Junze’s ears, tickling unbearably, yet he could not comprehend a single word.
Shortly after, the person finished speaking a passage and seed to be waiting for Yan Junze’s reply.
Yan Junze was completely baffled and tentatively said, using the figure’s peculiar tone, “Can… you… speak… the official language of Great Capital?”
The figure first remained silent, then spoke in a lowering voice, emitting a string of sentences, appearing to be either questioning or angry.
But even if they were angry, they dared not make too much noise, as if… they were avoiding sothing.
This would not do, Yan Junze felt troubled.
Unable to understand the other party’s language, how could they communicate, through sign language?
In this darkness, even if one used sign language, nothing could be seen. Moreover, the task was “Whispers,” so speaking was definitely required.
While pondering, the figure suddenly uttered a phrase of only three or four words. Yan Junze hurriedly morized the pronunciation and imdiately initiated Rewind.
In an instant, he was back outside the Red Coffin, standing before Zhang Xiaomo.
Zhang Xiaomo was leaning against the wall, and Yan Junze asked, “Do exorcists usually get trained or learn dialects?”
Based on his guess, exorcists who often traveled throughout the Great Capital for exorcism should be familiar with basic dialects.
Zhang Xiaomo nodded her head: “Why do you ask that?”
Yan Junze didn’t have ti to explain and rushed to repeat the nearly forgotten dialect with an inaccurate pronunciation, asking, “Can you understand this sentence? What does it an?”
Zhang Xiaomo was taken aback for a mont, her elegant brows slightly creasing: “Why do you ask this?”
“Can you understand it?” Yan Junze countered.
“Yes,” Zhang Xiaomo nodded, “This is the dialect from the western area near Miantai in Tianng, which is still in use. However, most people there can also speak the official language of Great Capital. It’s rare for them to speak the Miantai dialect, except for so local elders.”
“What does this sentence an?” Yan Junze asked.
“MMP!” Zhang Xiaomo replied without changing her expression.
Yan Junze: “…”
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