After hearing A Yao's report, everyone became quite anxious.
After all, this person's identity is mysterious and of great importance. If he really goes crazy and causes some commotion that attracts the organization, it would be a loss.
Saving our people is our duty, but we cannot allow more of them to suffer.
When everyone pushed open the door, they saw Wu Fan standing inside. The village elder saw that Wu Fan was able to move freely, indicating that his physical functions had basically recovered.
Wanting to understand the situation as soon as possible, the village elder, disregarding whether Wu Fan was frightened or had any other thoughts, stepped forward, looked at Wu Fan, and said:
"I am the village head. May I ask your name? Please tell me."
Aside from showing confusion, Wu Fan made no other comment. The village elder then said:
"This is the Desolate Divine Continent, Hidden Dragon Village. May I ask where you come from and where you are going?"
Wu Fan looked at the white-haired old man in front of him, uttering a string of inexplicable syllables, but he didn't know how to respond, so he could only subconsciously shake his head.
Body language is simple and effective. The village elder turned around and exchanged a glance with A-Jing; it seemed they had encountered trouble.
If not handled properly, it could plunge the village into an abyss of no return.
Although Wu Fan couldn't understand what the white-haired old man was saying, the thing he had been worried about hadn't happened yet, and the heavy weight in his heart had finally been lifted.
I had just regained consciousness and received too much incredible information, my mind was in a mess, and I haven't sorted things out yet.
But after two days of self-reflection and constant thinking, the previously chaotic information has gradually become clear.
I don’t know how I ended up in a strange world, a world completely different from the one I was in before.
I have no idea what's in this world, or what's happening here. No wonder the techniques in the booklet didn't work...
Of course, Wu Fan still had doubts about his conclusion, as it was too far-fetched.
Some things are better left unsaid. If they actually happen, then it's really a disaster! Besides, he's only been in another world for a short time, and now he's already in another world. Heaven is really giving him too much credit. Even if he really is the protagonist, he doesn't need to be treated like this, does he?
Moreover, he now has some doubts about the so-called protagonist's halo. The various feelings he had before, being so close to death, made him dare not believe in that so-called halo anymore...
After all, no matter what world you're in, whether you're cultivating immortality or falling into demonic possession, you only have one life!
The more he experienced, the more he thought. He was now extremely panicked, his whole body was filled with unknown fear, and he really didn't know what would happen next.
As far as we can see, the only thing to be thankful for is that everyone around us is human, with limbs, facial features, hands, feet, and a head—nothing out of the ordinary.
Aside from the difference in appearance, they should all be of the human family, just unable to communicate due to language barriers. If they handle the situation carefully, there should still be room for maneuver.
After all, they hadn't encountered any unimaginable monsters, otherwise they probably would have turned into a pool of blood long ago, instead of being stuck in this probing stalemate.
Seeing that everyone hesitated slightly but did not take any further action, Wu Fan became even more certain of his guess.
If he were going to die, he would have died long ago. The fact that he's still alive means there must be something about him that they're wary of.
Although I don't know what it is, I'm certain that this is my only chance of survival, the only information I can make use of.
Now we have no choice but to burn our bridges and fight a desperate battle.
Wu Fan is now like a fish lying on a chopping board, about to be cooked. He's at the mercy of others, but he can still hop around a little. What if he hops around too much and falls off the chopping board?
Although Wu Fan's intuition told him that they couldn't communicate in the same language, he still hoped for a miracle.
After all, in time-travel novels, the whole world speaks Mandarin. Wu Fan tentatively asked:
"Excuse me, where is this place? Can anyone understand me?"
His Mandarin is standard, his tone is sincere, and his emotions are genuine; his pronunciation can be considered that of a broadcaster or host.
However, to the ears of the village elders, it sounded like something from another world, completely incomprehensible.
The two groups stared at each other, and the atmosphere suddenly became awkward. They couldn't understand each other, and there was no way to communicate.
The village elder broke the silence first, turning around and gesturing for everyone to leave.
Only the village elder, A-Jing, and Wu Fan remained inside, but A-Yao was now standing guard outside the door again.
"The language barrier is causing some trouble. It seems we can only try communicating through body language first. If there's time, we can let him learn gradually. I'll leave this to you and Ayao. I'll go talk to Old Chen about what to do next."
The village elder looked at A-Jing and said, then gave A-Jing a meaningful look.
Ah Jing seemed to understand and nodded in agreement. The village elder turned and left the house, whispering something to Ah Yao outside the door.
Because of the distance and the faint sound, it was difficult to hear the specific content of the conversation.
Wu Fan sized up A Jing standing opposite him. A Jing was covered in a faded robe. He was not tall, had a stocky build, and always had a smile on his lips.
He just stared at Wu Fan, and as Wu Fan looked him up and down, he was also looking at Wu Fan with great interest.
Ah Jing stared at Wu Fan for a long time, then looked around as if she was looking for something.
A moment later, he strode to a slender leaf lying in the corner of the room, picked it up, turned to look at Wu Fan, pointed to the hair behind his head, and then gestured for Wu Fan to hand over the long leaf.
While Wu Fan was still in a daze, he subconsciously took the leaf and then reached out to touch the hair at the back of his head.
He then realized that his hair hadn't been cut in a long time and was hanging down to his heels. The person in front of him told him to tie his long hair up with leaves.
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