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"Squeak, squeak~~~ Squeak, squeak~~~ Squeak, squeak~~~~"
The shadow emitted a sound akin to the chirping of cicadas, incredibly shrill.
"Hmm?"
Huang Xiaolong paused slightly. "This appears to be the unique language of the Yin Tribe... but I don't understand it."
The cry of the Yin creature contained a special pattern, likely a form of language. As the saying goes, humans have human speech, ghosts have ghost speech, and the Yin have Yin speech. Huang Xiaolong could understand ghost speech, but Yin speech was too foreign to him.
"Spare me!" However, soon the Yin creature began to speak human language. "Hold your horses, don't oppose our Yin Tribe... or else there will be endless trouble... This world will sooner or later be in the bag for our Yin Tribe, even though you're strong, you can't save the entire human realm... I see you too have great secrets, so how about, we, the Yin Tribe, make an alliance..."
