For example, the Hair Hill Finger and the Qilin Bloodline.
As well as the foundation of tomb raiding in Wu San Province.
Therefore, if nothing unexpected happened, Wu Jing would also be able to obtain the little brother's corpse language this time.
However…
The little brother giggled with the dumpling a few times.
Not a single ball of light fell from his body.
What was going on?
Wu Jing was puzzled.
Could it be that the so-called Corpse Language skill did not exist?
It shouldn't be, right?
I lowered my head and pondered
Finally, a familiar system notification sounded in his mind,"Ding! An attribute light ball has been detected half a meter in front of you. Do you want to pick it up?"
Wu Jing looked up subconsciously.
As expected!
Right in front of him, under the little brother.
A bright purple ball of light was lying there quietly.
Phew...
He was finally here!
Almost without thinking, Wu Jing clicked "OK".
In the next second.
The dense purple light flew into his body.
At the same time.
The system's mechanical notification sounded again.
Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining Corpse Language (Beginner). Do you want to absorb it?
Cooperate?
Was there a need to hesitate?
Wu Jing decisively chose to merge.
Immediately after.
He felt a torrent of information suddenly surge into his mind.
Bit by bit.
Wu Jing quickly understood everything about Corpse Language.
Hold.
It was actually the same as humans.
Dumplings, or ghosts, also had their own language.
A typical example was the strange sound that everyone heard when they entered the corpse cave.
Everyone felt as if someone was speaking in their ears.
However, she could not hear what he said clearly.
Actually, it wasn't that she couldn't hear him clearly.
Because that language was not what a human could say.
It was Ghost Words!
Just like now.
The little brother and the Bloody Corpses were communicating in the authentic Corpse Language!
Ding! Fusion complete. Congratulations to the host for successfully mastering Corpse Language (Enter)
Door)!
The system's voice sounded again.
Almost at the same time, Wu Jing turned his attention to the little brother.
At the side.
He wanted to take a look.
What was the little brother talking about with the bloody corpse?!
Taking a deep breath, Wu Jing tilted his head slightly.
Focus.
When he heard that, he was stunned…
"Ha!"
"Hehehe ~"
"Hehe ~"
"Hehehe!"
………
From the quiet and dark tomb came a voice that sounded like a frog's cry.
Sound.
You come and I go.
He watched as the little brother and the coffin owner continued to communicate.
Wu Sansheng, Wu Xie, and the others felt that it was very strange and curious.
However, they did not even dare to breathe loudly.
They were afraid that they would alarm the person in the coffin!
Wu Jing was different.
After mastering the entry-level Corpse Language.
Although he could not speak this special language.
However, he could still listen to some simple things.
He listened to the content of the conversation between the two.
Wu Jing's eyes suddenly widened.
His mouth opened wider and wider.
this
How was this possible?
How could this be?
Senior?
Little brother actually called this bloody corpse senior?!
Wu Jing was shocked.
The communication between the two was roughly like this:
The little brother called this bloody corpse senior and begged him to forgive his disrespectful actions.
The bloody corpse seemed to have recognized the little brother's background.
No matter what, three thousand years had already passed. He did not expect to see his descendants again.
For the sake of my little brother's ancestors, I can let bygones be bygones.
But they had to leave before dawn.
……
Wu Jing felt that his brain was buzzing.
What was going on?
Why did little brother call this bloody corpse, King Mu of Zhou, senior?
There was more!
Other than his identity as a member of the Zhang family, what other deeper identity did this little brother have?
He even recognized the famous King Mu of Zhou?
All of this was like a mess, making Wu Jing extremely confused.
In his previous life, as a rice, he had also studied many related mysteries.
Group.
But Third Uncle was too cunning.
Some things were said in a daze.
There was no way to completely deduce something effective.
It was like the bloody corpse in the palace of King Lu.
According to the little brother in the original novel.
King Lu Shang used Tie Mian Sheng's method to replace the peach corpse and took over King Mu's longevity jade figurine.
However, he was soon replaced by Tie Mian Sheng.
Therefore, logically speaking, there should be two bloody corpses in the palace.
But now, there was only the corpse of King Mu of Zhou.
Then, the question was:
Where did the other bloody corpse go?
Was the person inside the jade figurine really Tie Miansheng?
Wu Jing remembered that Wu Xie had also raised the question at that time.
However, the little brother managed to fool him.
He said that he had read all of this in a silk book from the Warring States Period, and there were no detailed records on it.
There was obviously something wrong with the little brother's words.
And the problem was huge!
At that time, she was so innocent that she felt that the little brother's words were a little fake.
Wu Jing felt the same way.
The young man obviously had something to hide.
or maybe
This little brother was lying on purpose!
And what could be the truth that could make a boring person like this little brother deliberately lie?!
The thoughts in his mind changed rapidly.
Wu Jing felt like his head was about to explode.
Damn Third Uncle, he only knew how to dig holes.
But he didn't know how to fill it up.
Now, you've caused me trouble!
Wu Jingshen took a deep breath.
Fortunately, he had mastered Corpse Language.
However, it was only at the entry-level.
This feeling was similar to that of a high school student who had learned English.
Wu Jing could now read the Corpse Language.
He could also understand a little bit of corpse language.
But most of the time, he couldn't hear everything.
Not to mention this topic
It seemed that he still had to raise the level of Corpse Language.
He looked at the 3,000 experience points that he had accumulated with great difficulty.
Wu Jing gritted his teeth and was about to throw everything in.
But at this moment.
The tomb, which was originally chattering non-stop, suddenly became quiet.
The young man suddenly stood up.
At this moment, he was completely drenched.
Sweat was dripping down his face, and his face was extremely pale.
Obviously, this kind of communication was also a big burden for him.
When Wu Sansheng and the others saw this scene, they were even more afraid of the coffin.
What kind of existence was it?
How could he make this little brother treat him so seriously?
While he was thinking, the little brother suddenly made a gesture.
Wu Xie identified it.
It seemed to be signaling them to leave?
Stunned, Wu Xie said,"
"What's the matter, little brother? Have you already discussed it?”
The young man nodded.
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