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Although the pronunciation of Miantai language was a bit odd, once I became familiar with it, it wasn't the kind of language that was obscure and difficult to understand.

The thing Yan Junze feared most was that the pronunciation of the same word in Miantai language was completely different from the official language of Great Capital. If that was the case, it would be like dealing with an entirely different foreign language.

To master a foreign language in a short time and to be able to communicate with the person in the coffin without any barriers would certainly be harder than ascending to the heavens.

After speaking a few sentences with Zhang Xiaomo, he discovered that the pronunciation of Miantai language was indeed very odd, but not incomprehensible.

After getting briefly accustomed, by now the water in the room had already submerged both of their waists.

Seeing that Yan Junze had no intention of entering the coffin, Zhang Xiaomo became somewhat anxious, reminding him, "Didn't you say you wanted to try to remove the coffin's strangenesses' 'Obsession'? Why aren't you going in? Why keep asking me about Miantai language?"

Quickly, the rising water spread, completely submerging the coffin that was laid flat on the ground, but it seemed as if no water flowed into the coffin. The space outside the coffin appeared to insulate against the current.

Yan Junze turned his head, gave an awkward smile, and nodded, "Off I go, off I go, I must learn it to better cope with what's to come."

With a look from Zhang Xiaomo that seemed to suggest he was an idiot, Yan Junze really did shout like one, "Rewind!"

Time rewound!

Shouting that felt great; it reminded him of when he watched 'Moonlight Treasure Box,' where Zhi Zunbao kept using the treasure box to travel back in time to stop Miss Jingjing from committing suicide.

He returned to not long after the water started flooding.

Yan Junze asked Zhang Xiaomo out of curiosity, "Was Mo Family Village eight hundred years ago also speaking Miantai language?"

Zhang Xiaomo was taken aback, then after a long pause, she shook her head, "I can't be sure, but perhaps some foreigners might speak it."

"Hmm," Yan Junze nodded, and as he climbed into the coffin, he said, "If you get completely submerged and can't breathe later, you can try swimming over to this coffin and stick your head into this space here, there might be fresh air."

Under Zhang Xiaomo's astonished gaze, he let go and jumped into the coffin.

After he vanished, Zhang Xiaomo talked to herself, "This guy, why do I sometimes feel like his brain has been kicked by a donkey? The water has already drowned me, and now I should stretch my head into the coffin, what kind of operation is this?"

Without any delay this time, Yan Junze entered the coffin and immediately lay down straight, then slowed his breathing and pricked up his ears to listen.

Shortly after he lay down, the sound of something creeping approached from not too far away, a cold breath drawing nearer.

This time, prepared, Yan Junze no longer felt the uncertainty he had before.

He waited quietly until the cold breath was close to him because the other entity was a strangeness, with no sound of breathing, like a giant ice block, remained motionless beside him.

Yan Junze knew he couldn't directly ask this entity for its name, as the other would immediately burst into rage. Fortunately, he could speak the official language of Great Capital, which this person seemed to understand but simply couldn't speak.

As long as he asked the other to speak more slowly, they could manage to communicate.

"I came here just to talk with you. If there's anything you want to say, you can tell me. I can be your best listener," Yan Junze spoke softly, deliberately slowing his speech, fearing the other might not understand.

The person leaned forward a bit, silent for a moment, then began, "Hungry still costly armor..."

"Wait a minute," Yan Junze interrupted him, pondered for a moment, and said, "I don't speak your dialect, so I want to ask, did you just say 'I want to go home'?"

In the darkness, it was not possible to see the man's face, only to hear his male voice, and even less to know what expression the man wore at this moment.

After a silent moment, the man spoke, "I can speak slowly."

"Okay."
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From that moment on, Yan Junze felt like he was starting to grasp the general intonation of the other's language. As long as he formed an understanding of this intonation in his mind, comprehending became much easier.

"Let me leave this place, I want to get out," the man spoke slowly.

"Is this his 'Obsession'?" Yan Junze was taken aback.

If the man's 'Obsession' was to leave the coffin, it would be impossible for Yan Junze to help him in the short term, at least not right now.

"Sorry, I only came here to share 'Whispers' with you, I can't make you leave," Yan Junze started, then pointed to the ceiling, "If you really want to leave, maybe you can try finding a way to crawl to the top of the coffin and get out from there."

Of course, where Yan Junze pointed to was pitch black, devoid of any light.

Actually, the moment he entered the coffin, the light from above had vanished instantly.

The man appeared to be surveying a certain direction, and did not speak for a while.

In this moment, Yan Junze was slightly taken aback, suspecting that this entity could see his hand gestures; the dark did not hinder him at all.

"I must go back, leave this place," the man spoke again, his voice trembling slightly, "This place is terrifying, I don't want to stay for an extra second. I'm grateful that you came to accompany me, but please, you must help me."

Having heard the man's words, the bad feeling Yan Junze had outside the coffin rose again in his heart.

His face filled with fear, he asked, "I don't understand what you mean specifically, could it be... that this place contains the most terrifying thing in your heart?"

The man gave no answer, but made a sharp inhale, as if gasping for air.