Nan Xuan nation's calligraphy

Huang yize forced himself to stay awake."I'm fine. I just feel a little dizzy."

"Should we go out first? Maybe the air here is thin. "

Huang yize smiled."Look, there's ventilation. Don't worry."

Yun Bilu rubbed her head."But I don't understand any of these books. Why did master Qinggang tell me about this place?"

It seems like we still have to wait for him to return. "

"He told you about this place, which means it must be useful. Let's take a closer look."

As he spoke, Huang yize took out a few books to read. He realized that the words were written in the witch tribe's language. Suddenly, his gaze fell on the corner of the wall.

He slowly walked over and took out the book.

He flipped through it, and his expression changed. This was a word from Nan Xuan nation a few hundred years ago, a word that had completely disappeared.

However, as the young master and heir of the Black Dragon Gang, he was very familiar with these words.