Both of them suddenly appeared atop the high wall, and the Wild People were momentarily stunned, precisely when Bai Junjun raised the leaf in her hand and a whistling sound came from the sleeve of Li Wenli.
The people of the Fire-Swallowing Tribe suddenly knelt down in unison, followed by a clamor filled with excited babbling.
"???" Bai Junjun was utterly bemused by everything before her eyes.
She had thought these people were sneaking over under cover of darkness to launch a surprise attack, but were they actually here to shout abuse instead?
But what was this gibberish they were saying? They couldn’t understand at all!
Li Wenli was also completely confounded, he had been ready for battle, yet these people suddenly knelt down and mumbled incessantly.
"What do you mean?" Bai Junjun asked with a raised eyebrow.
"@#%#^%&^*&;!" One of them, hearing Bai Junjun’s question, immediately lifted his head excitedly and blurted out a slew of words.
"?" Bai Junjun was perplexed, what did that mean?
Li Wenli translated thoughtfully: "The damn lady deserves to speak to me? Call out your man."
She could not help but twitch her forehead: "The corners of his mouth are clearly turned up, how does that look like a national curse, do you think I’m blind?"
Li Wenli chuckled: "Just kidding."
Then he called down: "Hey, does anyone of you speak Mandarin? Stand out and translate."
"@#￥#!￥." That person was still excitedly saying something, and when he saw that they couldn’t understand, he even started gesticulating.
All they could see was that the Wild Person pointed at the sky and then at them, followed by vague hand-waving gestures, then he bowed down worshipfully, knocking his head, and upon looking up again, his eyes were filled with excitement, admiration, and reverence.
Bai Junjun and Fox were completely dumbfounded; the two of them simply squatted on the wall top to watch their performance, meanwhile guessing the meaning behind these people’s actions.
However, the language barrier between them was massive, sort of like chickens talking to ducks.
In the end, Bai Junjun looked at Li Wenli helplessly: "Do you have any ancient language translation series or something? Maybe look up something in those?"
Bai Junjun’s suggestion struck a chord with Li Wenli, who quickly began to pull out books from the Space.
He rifled through titles like "Lost Oracle Bone Script," "Ancient Dian Kingdom Language," "Hakka Language Guide," "National Dialects Compendium," "Southeast Asian Minor Languages Compendium," and "Common Phrases for World Travel."
Finally, before dawn, they came across a folk history book called "The Chronicles of the Fire-Swallowing Country," which contained some of the language of the Fire-Swallowing Country and so on.
Fox tried to compare the references.
But the distance between reality and books was not trivial; even though the book had ’Fire-Swallowing’ in its title, experiments proved it had nothing to do with the Fire-Swallowing Tribe.
In the end, Li Wenli gave up on verbal communication, and he simply floated down to the midst of the Fire-Swallowing Tribe’s crowd.
Li Wenli came down treading on the wind, and the eyes of these people were filled with even more fervent worship.
Some were even so excited by Li Wenli’s approach that they knelt down again in worship.
Li Wenli could not stand these people bowing and hurried to stop them, consequently trying to blabber their language himself.
Seeing him speak their language, the people could not conceal the joy on their faces, and they babbled back a bunch in response.
He was just parroting them, surely these people didn’t really expect him to understand anything, right?
Just as Li Wenli felt powerless, a faint voice suddenly came from the crowd.
Li Wenli quickly latched onto this faint voice, pinpointed a child in the noisy crowd, a boy about four or five years old, skinny and frail, hiding behind his father, clutching his father’s Da Mao leg and sneaking glances at him.