Chapter 761: Ants' Speech

"Luo Yi" tried to reach out again, but Qi Xia pushed his hand aside once more.

This strange behavior made the creature in front of him realize its current situation.

He knew there was a person before him who wasn't afraid and didn't run away.

Qi Xia looked up toward the distance, where more and more "Luo Yi" were starting to gather.

But their state was no different from what he remembered—they just lay far away, not daring to approach.

At that moment, the "Luo Yi" in front of him finally changed his expression. He let out a breath, then reached out again.

This time, instead of his palm, he extended a single finger.

Qi Xia thought about what the other meant and reached out his own hand, touching that cool finger.

The "Luo Yi" sucked in a sharp breath the instant their hands touched, wanting to pull back but then pausing in thought, his face twisting into an extremely bizarre expression.

For the first time, Qi Xia realized that when a person loses all their senses, the expressions on their face become infinitely magnified.

In the next second, the "Luo Yi" flipped his hand and grabbed Qi Xia's wrist, leaping up from the ground to squat on the windowsill.

Qi Xia clearly felt a rush of rotten, foul odor, but he didn't back away.

He was too curious about what this "Luo Yi" wanted to do.

The "Luo Yi" held Qi Xia's wrist with one hand, turning his palm over, then used the fingers of his other hand to gently rub the center of it a few times.

After a few seconds, Qi Xia realized the other was trying to write words on his palm.

But the "Luo Yi"'s hands had been twisted backward and healed, so his finger control was poor, and the characters were hard to make out.

Seeing no reaction from Qi Xia, he lowered his head, lifted Qi Xia's palm to his own eyes, and carefully controlled his fingers to write again.

This time, Qi Xia seemed to feel it.

It was the character "who."

Qi Xia knew the other was probably asking about his identity, but thinking about it, the situation seemed absurd.

Did these "Luo Yi" have to rely on this method to find a specific person?

At that thought, Qi Xia took the other's hand and wrote two characters on the cracked skin.

"Qi Xia."

It felt like writing on dry bark with his fingertip, and he couldn't tell if the other understood.

In the dark night, the "Luo Yi" waited for Qi Xia to finish writing, his hand trembling slightly.

His dry mouth opened wide, breathing heavily.

Before Qi Xia could say anything else, he grabbed his hand again, this time with much greater force.

He extended his finger and wrote a character forcefully on Qi Xia's palm.

The character was crooked, but Qi Xia guessed its meaning from the structure.

"Escape"!

"What...?" Qi Xia narrowed his eyes and looked at the nonexistent "escape" on his palm, feeling confused.

First, he didn't understand the other's identity or stance, only knowing he was a "Luo Yi." Second, he wasn't sure if the other's mind was fully clear. Third, he had nowhere to "escape" to.

So, where was this "escape" supposed to lead?

Qi Xia looked at the "Luo Yi" in front of him, whose expression was extremely exaggerated, and felt that communicating with him would take some effort.

So, he took the other's hand and carefully wrote a question mark.

Seeing the question mark, the "Luo Yi"'s expression grew even more agitated. He gestured wildly with his hands and made muffled, unclear sounds from his mouth.

He probably wanted to speak badly, but couldn't say anything.

The noise woke up Chen Jun Nan and Qiao Jia Jin inside the room.

The two groggily opened their eyes and suddenly saw Qi Xia holding hands with a monster at the window, the scene utterly terrifying.

"What the fuck!" Qiao Jia Jin shouted, flipping up and grabbing a nearby chair.

"Holy shit!" Chen Jun Nan stumbled off the table but quickly steadied himself, looking around for a weapon. With nothing but tables and chairs, he picked up a table.

Qi Xia didn't turn around. As the two were about to rush forward, he extended a hand backward to stop them.

Chen Jun Nan and Qiao Jia Jin stood there stunned, not understanding what Qi Xia meant.

"Lao Qi... if you're being kidnapped by this bug, just blink your eyes."

Qi Xia didn't answer or turn around. After steadying the two, he waved them over.

Only then did they glance at each other, put down the table and chair, and carefully approach Qi Xia.

Getting closer, they found the situation even stranger.

The "Luo Yi" was squatting on the windowsill, holding Qi Xia's palm like a treasure and using his fingertip to draw something on it.

"Whoa..." Though Chen Jun Nan found the scene hard to comprehend, he mustered his courage and spoke. "Lao Qi, you're up in the middle of the night not sleeping... getting your palm read by a master?"

"Huh...?" Qiao Jia Jin scratched his head after hearing that. "Is there door-to-door fortune-telling here...?"

"You guys come look." Qi Xia said.

The two leaned in to see this strange "Luo Yi."

His expression was both panicked and surprised as he repeatedly wrote a character on Qi Xia's palm.

Qiao Jia Jin kept leaning closer, thinking the character had few strokes and should be easy to recognize, but after staring for a while, he couldn't make it out.

"What's this writing...?"

Chen Jun Nan turned to Qiao Jia Jin after hearing that. "Are you kidding? You don't recognize this character?"

"I really don't."

Once the other finished writing the simple character again, Qi Xia slowly pulled his hand back, sighed, and said softly, "It's 'Long'."

"Ah?" Qiao Jia Jin felt like he'd misheard. "'Long' is written like that?"

He waved his hand in the air, trying to show the two how many more strokes "Long" actually had.

"Bro, we're using simplified characters." Chen Jun Nan patted his shoulder.

"Uh..." Qiao Jia Jin's hand froze in the air, feeling a bit awkward.

Qi Xia ignored the bickering pair and just looked at the "Luo Yi" in front of him.

The first character was "escape," the second was "Long." Was that clear or not?

He didn't know if the other had completely lost control of his body or if he thought those two characters were enough.

Qi Xia placed his palm back, hoping for more, but no matter how much he wrote, it was just those two characters.

"Are you hoping I... escape from 'Long'?"