The eyes of the human-faced spider scanned Meng Chao's injuries from top to bottom and inside out, like a scanner on a large medical device.
When he realized that Meng Chao was fine and that he had just broken through the barrier of life, regardless of the severity of his injuries, a spark of joy surged in his eyes.
However, when he realized that Meng Chao's body structure was subtly different from that of the ordinary Turan, the spark of joy turned into a wave of suspicion.
He opened his mouth to speak.
He was speaking in ancient Turan.
The tone was complex and changeable, and the semantics were difficult to understand. Every syllable was filled with sounds of curling tongues, sticking tongues, flicking tongues, swallowing, and changing tones. Sometimes, it was as cheerful and passionate as the coloratura soprano on Earth. Other times, it was like a dolphin in the ocean. It was deep and long, and it could penetrate the soul directly.
