If Qin Wushuang did not have that superior concealing technique, he most likely would have been exposed by the other party.
Since the enemy was sure that he was close, sooner or later he would find him. Qin Wushuang waited patiently. It was not because he did not want to reveal himself, but he planned to launch a surprise attack.
Standing among the tall grass, the man dressed in black clothing suddenly twitched his mouth and showed a trace of a strange smile. He gnawed his lips and started talking.
"Ji li hu lu, gu du ba lei…"
Each syllabus of the word sounded simple. It seemed more like a strange chant and not a human language.
At most, it would only be the ancient human language. It looked similar to uttering a sound, and one could not understand at all.
Inwardly, Qin Wushuang knew something far from reassuring would happen when he saw his strange expression.
