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Despite being warned, the young boy cheerfully introduced, "Brother, look! This fire isn't hot at all. Really! If you don't believe me, you can try it yourself!"
With a mix of skepticism and curiosity, the older brother reached out toward the mysterious torch standing upright on the ground. Indeed, the flame was not hot at all!
What kind of torch is this?
He wondered as he attempted to pull out what seemed to be a simple plug. After trying, he found it wouldn’t budge at all.
This was an extremely unusual situation! Even with his extraordinary strength, applying just a third of his effort still couldn't loosen it. How could this be explained? Moreover, the torch wasn't deeply embedded in the ground; it was simply placed there.
Could it be something supernatural?
The older brother looked up at the sky. With the surrounding trees having been cut down, he felt a slight burning sensation on his skin under the sunlight.
This was illogical. After all, it was midday, not nighttime—how could spirits be active in broad daylight?
Just as he pondered this, a strange and piercing laughter suddenly echoed around him. He looked around but saw no one.
Oh my God, could it be that he had really encountered a ghost?
Since childhood, he had heard stories from the elders in his hometown about how the Tai Mountain Range hid enchanting demons that could leave one spellbound. These creatures were said to appear and disappear, often wielding Azure Flames to chase after people.
About a year ago, two villagers had fallen to their deaths after being attacked by such beings.
Yet, he was not one to shy away from danger. In this situation, not only did he refuse to flee, but he also protected his younger brother by carefully surveying their surroundings.
At that moment, a young man suddenly leaped out of a small pit in an open area. He appeared to be around ten years old, standing over eight feet tall, with an extraordinary demeanor and skin as smooth as that of a nobleman. Dressed in silver armor and wielding a silver pickaxe, he looked astonishingly clean despite having just emerged from the ground—an unbelievable sight.
Seeing the young man's back, the Ge Hunter let out a sigh of relief, feeling considerably more at ease. This was because ghosts did not cast shadows.
Yun Xiao Yi, with a bulging backpack filled with various items, was in high spirits as he walked on the ground when he happened to encounter two men dressed in coarse linen shirts. They were indeed human.
Yun Xiao Yi thought to himself, "Haha, luckily I didn't arrive in prehistoric times; otherwise, I would have spent my life alongside dinosaurs." Despite the joy swelling within him, he quickly suppressed it and carefully examined the two young men before him.
To be precise, one was a young man and the other a boy. The young man looked around ten years old, with a strong build and standing at about one hundred eighty centimeters tall. He was handsome, radiating the charm of a sun-kissed male deity. The boy appeared much more ordinary—short and thin, not exceeding one hundred fifty centimeters in height, and around thirteen or fourteen years old, still in the process of growing.
Both were clad in rough clothing and held Knife Bows in their hands. Could it be that I have truly traveled back to ancient times?
Before Yun Xiao Yi could ask any questions, the older youth spoke up, but Yun Xiao Yi was left utterly confused. "Brother, what are you saying?" he thought. The trembling voice and flicking tongue only added to his bewilderment. Was he speaking a foreign language? Or perhaps some local dialect? Or maybe it was some strange language from another realm?
The answer was clear: neither side could understand the other. Doubts began to creep into Yun Xiao Yi's mind as he questioned everything around him.
Wasn't it said that everyone who travels through time understands the language of Zhong Hua Jia? Why doesn't this fit the narrative?
However, as he listened to their conversation, Yun Xiao Yi seemed to find some faint connection. What was that feeling? It was as if he was teetering on the edge of understanding and misunderstanding, both familiar and strange at the same time.
In that moment of partial comprehension, Yun Xiao Yi suddenly realized. Could it be that what they were speaking was a dialect mixed with Hakka, Min Nan, and Cantonese? These three dialects largely preserve the phonetic characteristics of classical Chinese. So, was this truly a historical period?
But was it much further back in time than now?
After confirming this hypothesis, Yun Xiao Yi's mood surprisingly became more stable. Although communication still posed challenges, he understood that the profound traditions of Zhonghua Ming were rooted in written language. Regardless of how diverse the spoken dialects were, written Han Characters served as a common bridge.
Though there were some differences between simplified and traditional characters, Yun Xiao Yi could still recognize a few traditional Chinese characters. Thus, he knelt down on the ground and slowly carved the character for "country" in traditional form.
A glimmer of light flashed in the eyes of the Ge Hunter, who immediately realized there might be a possibility for communication and quickly wrote down a Han character.
Yun Xiao Yi looked at that character and let out a sigh of relief. If the other party had used large seal script or gold script, he probably wouldn't have been able to read it. But what he saw now was clerical script. This script originated during the Qin Dynasty and flourished during the Eastern Han period. There is an old saying: "Han clerical script and Tang regular script."
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