Chapter 5

Just opened my eyes, still half-asleep, and was bombarded with a cacophony of bird chatter, not understanding a single word. I had just crawled out of a coffin, still wearing a grass skirt woven from leaves, and I reached out to help someone. What kind of earthly version of Lei Feng is this? Xuanji thought, "I really believed it.

The pace of this sentence is a bit fast, and Sheng Lingyuan may not have understood it. Leaning slightly forward, his gaze appeared particularly focused, as if in this world, only the person in front of him existed.

Meanwhile, Xuanji also saw the other person's face clearly

Sheng Lingyuan instinctively glanced towards the door in response to the sound. At that moment, Xuan Ji suddenly pressed down with his hand. The few coins that he had been flicking around, unbeknownst to him, had formed a circle around the long-haired man. With his gesture, they embedded into the ground, instantly forming a formation. A crisp sound echoed in the air as several flaming iron chains materialized out of nowhere, firmly trapping the man in the center.

Where are you from

Xuanji: "Do you understand what they are saying?"

The grass rope binding Sheng Lingyuan's hair was scorched and snapped by the flames, causing his long hair to suddenly cascade down, revealing the true form of the tattered clothing made of withered leaves, yet he did not run naked

Underground? Xuanji did not understand whether this was the literal meaning or if it had some special connotation, so she asked, "What does 'underground' mean?"

This person stands there with an aura as warm and gentle as jade, evoking an immediate sense of fondness in those who behold him

Are you saying that you were originally buried in a coffin underground—since you have already found peace in the earth, what is the purpose of your rising? It seems that a long slumber does not require a midnight awakening

As Xuanji drew closer, the clothing of the long-haired man began to reveal its true form—starting from the cuffs, it swiftly transformed back into leaves

Several coins were sent flying by his force, embedding themselves with a "thud" into the walls and ceiling, while the wall plaster fell down in a "fluttering" manner

The man let out a soft "ah," lowered his head to look at the iron chains binding him, and a strange smile appeared on his previously tender face: "What a clever little rascal"

Xuan Ji asked: "Do you not remember who you are? Is 'Sheng Lingyuan' a real name or a false name?"

The "demon" seems to have quite a good temper, not taking offense. After pondering seriously for a moment, he replied: "I don't remember."

His eyes remained fixed on the television, sitting steadily and firmly, lightly tapping his fingers a few times. Those fingers were pale as jade, their texture seemingly like stone, producing a crisp sound like metal when they struck the coins.

Underground

One person is sitting while the other is standing. The man with long hair has to slightly lower his head when he speaks, with a few strands of hair falling onto his shoulder. His voice is gentle and soft, looking down from a height, almost with a hint of affection.

A body covered in withered branches and fallen leaves rolled down, revealing a long robe with a white base underneath. On the robe, the totem painted in blood was nearly complete, and a horrifying stench of blood assaulted the senses

What this person just blurted out should be an ancient saying. Based on Xuanji's somewhat unreliable inference, he felt it resembled the 'elegant language' from over 3,000 years ago, during the period of chaos in the Nine Provinces

Sheng Lingyuan curiously stared at his electronic cigarette for a while and kindly reminded him: "It is toxic"

Xuanji frowned, took a deep drag of smoke, and for the first time felt a sense of encountering a "knowledge blind spot"

A long-haired man casually picked up a thermos cup that he did not know who had left in the lounge. With a clang, he blocked Xuan Jie's sword. The double-layered stainless steel cup was dented in the middle by the heavy sword, and half a cup of goji berry and red date tea inside splashed sweetly all over the two of them.

The "demon" shook his head innocently and said, "I don't know, very familiar, just borrowed it for a use."

What exactly is this

Can you understand Simplified Chinese

The two of them were speaking two different languages that did not match at all, and they could only guess each other's general meaning, making communication very difficult. Xuanji felt that, if she understood correctly, this person was saying that he was an old ghost, and that he had been dead for many years without knowing how long due to his accent

His demeanor was both relaxed and unpretentious. Zhan Ji stared at him in disbelief for a moment, and then, with remarkable boldness, she inserted the heavy sword into her back. The heavy sword transformed into a beam of light and merged into her body

Meanwhile, Xuanji had already approached: "The smell of blood on me hasn't been washed away yet, and you dare to swagger onto the territory of the Anomaly Control Bureau."

However, it is not necessarily the case, as the evolution of language can be rapid or slow. Sometimes, a period of turmoil can lead to a change in the official language, while at other times, spanning several dynasties, people's accents may remain largely unchanged. It is difficult to judge based on accents—besides, people in ancient times also had various regional dialects and did not necessarily speak the 'official language' of their era.

He quickly cleared his throat and said, "I am asking, what is your purpose in coming here?"

The long-haired man finally moved, directly reaching his hand into the center of the fiery net. With a twist of his wrist, he 'grabbed' the net woven by the fire dragon in his hand. With a pull and a tug, several coins embedded in the wall shook violently and simultaneously fell, clattering to the ground.

The person spoke in a mad manner, with an accent I had never heard before, and at that time, my mind was not very clear... I did not fully understand. Sheng Lingyuan seemed somewhat helpless, saying, "Just as I happened to encounter those friends outside, I was not properly dressed and it was inconvenient for me to appear before them, so I secretly followed them for a moment. Unexpectedly, I encountered a tree demon causing trouble. Seeing that they were completely unaware, I had no choice but to transform my attire to resemble theirs and led them into the cave."

Indeed! Although Lao Luo is quite capable in his own right, he has always lived a civilized and peaceful life in the logistics department. Growing up, he has never dared to approach or watch street fights, fearing that he might get caught up in the chaos. In the blink of an eye, he has already scurried away to the corner of the hallway, cautiously peeking out. "But our boss is a temporary worker!"

I understand this, Sheng Lingyuan replied: "I was forcibly awakened by someone"

Not very clear, but there are traces to follow. If one listens carefully for a while, one can probably guess some things. I fear that speaking too much may lead to mistakes, so I only imitated their tone and said a few words whose meanings I could guess. Fortunately, I was quite flustered at the time and did not reveal any flaws. However, that magical tool, "Sheng Lingyuan, pointed to the television, "The voices inside are clear, and every sentence has words displayed. Is it for children to practice writing?"

I know, it was mentioned in the advertisement. "Xuanji murmured, extending his hand, the burnt coin flew back into his palm. He seemed to be deep in thought, playfully flicking the coin with his fingers, tossing it out and then retrieving it repeatedly.

I have a plan!" Xuan Ji quickly clarified for himself, then closed the door to the family lounge, trapping the two frogs outside. At the same time, he swiftly wrote the character "Stop" on the door. As soon as the character was formed, a layer of flame-colored fluorescence appeared on the small door, rapidly spreading to the walls. In the blink of an eye, the small family lounge was quickly surrounded by flames, isolating it from the outside world. "Why are you still dazed! Do you two have rhinitis? I can smell the fishy odor outside the hospital!" A layer of flame-colored fluorescence appeared on the small door, rapidly spreading to the walls. In the blink of an eye, the small family lounge was quickly surrounded by flames, isolating it from the outside world. "Why are you still dazed! Do you two have rhinitis? I can smell the fishy odor outside the hospital!"

Xuanji almost spoke at the same time: "A technique to obscure the eyes."

The coin that Xuanji flicked away was one he had been playing with on the plane, a handful of coins streaking through the air like meteors. The long-haired man merely tilted his head slightly, allowing a coin to graze past his hair, severing a few strands that were swept away. Then, without any rush, he calmly raised his hand, and those coins that were aimed at the back of his head seemed to encounter a magnet, forcibly altering their trajectory, making a wide turn, and being drawn to his side.

Xiao Li frantically fumbled for the walkie-talkie: "Support! Hurry, come to support! Something has happened, in the family rest room!"

The person in front of me, dressed in a black windbreaker, seems even more dangerous than that bone tower

Xuanji reached out with her bare hand in the air, and several coins embedded in the wall simultaneously exploded, spewing fire from all directions. The flames coalesced in mid-air into a dragon shape, instantly weaving into a large net, engulfing half of the lounge in a sea of fire, crashing down upon the man.

Sigh, the long-haired man, seeing that he did not speak, assumed that he did not understand. Looking somewhat troubled, he turned to glance at the television and quickly switched to Mandarin, "My clothes are..."

Not only the non-combatant Luo Cuicui, but even the field officer Xiao Li from the sub-bureau was left dumbfounded. The two of them stretched their necks and opened their mouths wide, resembling two astonished frogs.

What does it mean?" Xuanji picked up his electronic cigarette, thinking warily, "With the current atmosphere so corrupt among these demons, are they trying to seduce right away?"

As Xuan Ji stepped into the corridor of this building, he immediately felt an especially cold and damp atmosphere. The humidity was mixed with a fishy sweetness and the stench of decay, penetrating deep into the bones, as if greedily coveting the vitality of living beings. Then there was that fake ID disguised as a withered leaf; the moment it touched his hand, Xuan Ji felt a chilling malice seep in. Before he could discern what it was, his body instinctively reacted for self-protection and incinerated it on the spot—last time, what ignited at his touch was a bone tower constructed from the powdered remains of one thousand human skulls. Again, that fake ID disguised as a withered leaf, upon contact with his hand, sent a wave of sinister intent coursing through him, and before he could assess it, his body had already burned it out of instinctive self-defense—last time, it was a bone tower made from the powdered remains of one thousand human skulls.

The family lounge is not very spacious, so the man may have realized that being too close posed a risk of running around naked, and thus he moved two meters away from Xuanji, casually leaning against the wall: "Little demon, you have a pure bloodline and a profound family background, what are you doing mingling among the crowd?"

He wiped the red date tea splashed on his face, pulled over a plastic chair, and sat down casually: "Who are you? Or rather... what are you?"

The fire network was instantly severed at its source, and he gathered it into a ball in the palm of his hand, rolling it into a small fireball. Not a speck of ash touched his fingers, only the skin in the palm of his hand was illuminated with a hint of warmth from the flames

Oh, in Simplified Chinese, Sheng Lingyuan took a keen interest in learning this word, his pronunciation and tone mirroring those of Xuanji perfectly, showcasing an astonishing ability to learn. As he spoke, he tilted his head to glance at the television hanging on the wall, "Some characters are missing strokes, while others appear to be in cursive, yet seem to be written in regular script. It is quite interesting; although deciphering it word by word is indeed challenging, with some context, making a guess with fifty percent accuracy is not too difficult."

Who? Why do you want to awaken you?

Then, he spoke in a very strange tone: "I am ashamed, my clothes do not cover my body, I apologize."

The reinforcements called by Xiao Li have arrived, knocking on the door from outside: "Director Xuan, what is the situation?"

As the long-haired man lowered his head and waved his hand, the garment that had revealed half of his forearm returned to its original state—its style was evidently copied from the few next door, albeit with a slight change in color

This person, with a glance, exudes a radiant charm, possessing a pair of naturally "loving eyes" that make everything appear gentle and affectionate. It is precisely the face that Xuanji caught a fleeting glimpse of in her dreams!

He suddenly drew a heavy sword from somewhere, wrapped in a fierce wind, and struck down with it, saying: "Aren't you being a bit too arrogant..."

Xuanji: "Is it me asking you or you asking me?"

He was taken aback, and his movements involuntarily hesitated. The long-haired man directly reached out and grasped the body of his sword, forcefully lifting it, sending him flying two to three meters away, with his back crashing against the wall

Outside, Xiao Li was frantically picking up the jaw that he had dropped all over the ground, exclaiming in despair: "Didn’t you say that you are from the aftermath department?"

Yet under the bright sunlight, he can run and jump, breathing heavily; not only does he cast a long shadow on the ground, but he also has an astonishingly thick head of hair.

Their hometown has quite a few old artifacts, among which some occasionally carry a few fragments of ancient sayings—of course, inanimate objects are merely traces of time and cannot engage in conversation. However, the evolution of the Chinese language is a continuous thread; having been exposed to it from a young age, one can always become somewhat familiar with it.

Xuanji's fingers instinctively curled up—his twitching ring had just started to heat up again, probably due to the connection of the ten fingers to the heart, causing a sudden "thump" in his chest.

In a thin coffin underground, the man who called himself Sheng Lingyuan patiently explained, "Presumably, he came from a poor family during his lifetime"

As the man was about to speak, Xuan Ji said again: "Just say what you want to say, take your time, I can probably understand."

The man nodded with a pleasant smile, as if he were the host, politely gesturing to Xuanji with a "please" gesture: "As long as you understand, please sit down"

The word at the back should be an uncommon vocabulary; neither the television nor the few stranded tourists have mentioned it. Therefore, he paused: "Tree ... um ..."