Be the Hardest Working Demon Cultivator!
Tan Shuchang had always considered himself born into a scholarly family and had also been a young star atop the honor roll, a true parasite of the upper class. He should have been holding significant local authority, receiving endless gifts, spending boundless money, enjoying innumerable years, and marrying countless concubines. How had he ended up becoming a demonic cultivator? After pondering for a long time and still not understanding, he slowly emerged from the pool of blood, deciding to think it over gradually…
153, it's unexpected, but then again, not unexpected at all.
The girl died.
She died in terror, having frightened herself to death.
The ghosts that discovered her hadn't even had the chance to touch her. Or more accurately, those ghosts didn't intend to touch her at all. Tan Shuchang saw that after these fierce ghosts discovered the girl, they chased her, but it seemed more like clocking in for work; they chased her for a while before they stopped.
Then, those ghosts gathered together, emitting bursts of obscure and unfathomable sounds.
This was the language of ghosts.
Tan Shuchang didn't understand it, after all, he had never died.
From this, it could be seen that ghost language was not a serious language. After all, who would need to die to learn a legitimate language?
But fortunately, while language could not facilitate communication, some things were universally understood.