Ascension

Chapter 34
Silence swallows everything.

In the dead silence, Lord Ye Han watched the desert witch's blood-stained face, and laughed softly:
"I am suffering from punctures all the time, and even falling asleep normally is a luxury."

"Even so, you still suffer in silence and alone."

"You no longer have expectations for the outside world, and you only want to cross yourself?"

"But on your own... is it possible?"

Swah——

As soon as the words fell, a cold gaze shot over, without the slightest emotion.

The desert witch opened her eyes!

She stared straight at Mr. Yehan, her eyes were like fixed beams of light, no matter how time passed by, she never blinked once or changed the angle once.

"Such beautiful pupils, such firm eyes, what a pity."

The desert witch's pupils are very, very beautiful. The eyeballs look round, but the pupils are thin and narrow, showing a thin needle shape.

In the relevant knowledge system, this is the "snake pupil", and the two are a concept.

It's a pity that these eyes should be golden yellow, cold and arrogant, and they are inherently superior to ordinary creatures.

What Yehan-jun saw now was a pair of gray and dark eyes.

It seems to be covered by a layer of dust, and it is like a dry river, without bright luster, and some are only muddy.

"Crash-"

The desert witch sat up slowly, leaning her shoulders against the wall.

With a simple movement, new blood flowed out from the penetrating wound pulled to the chest.

Her breathing was sudden and heavy, but she didn't scream or howl.

What is reflected on the face that cannot be seen clearly is the silence and strength that is completely incompatible with the thin body.

Lord Ye Han looked as usual.

As if he didn't realize it, the indifference that fell on him became more and more serious.

He even took two steps forward, raised his hand, and was able to touch the black metal railing.

The desert witch's eyes narrowed slightly.

A ring-shaped black scorpion tail suddenly stood up from the shadows.

Like a deadly poisonous snake about to pounce on it, the pointed rose-red tail needle is aimed at Lord Ye Han, showing vigilance and vigilance.

"Calm down, don't do something stupid."

Lord Yehan smiled lightly, and naturally raised his right hand.

The little finger presses the middle of the person, the thumb rests on the chin, and the other three fingers seem to be plucking the strings of a piano, forming a strange posture with each other.

"You...you shouldn't have degenerated to the point where you can't even understand the language of bloodline inheritance?"

"Crash!!"

The iron chain shook violently, and the body of the desert witch suddenly trembled. The tail needle on her back lost control and fell to the ground with a clatter.

"This is impossible!"

"A human being, why can I speak the language of my witch clan?!"

The Desert Witch hadn't been this surprised in a long time.

She raised her neck, her cloudy snake eyes widened suddenly, and she looked at Mr. Ye Han in disbelief.

"In this world, nothing is impossible."

Mr. Ye Han continued to twiddle his fingers, and the voice from his mouth was hoarse and weird, like a chorus of pigs, ducks, cattle and various animals mixed together.

This is not a human language, nor is it the familiar and widely spread foreign languages.

Even, this is not a language that ordinary witches can master, tracing the source of blood, recalling the origin of the race...

... This is the language of ancient witches!
——Ye Hanjun's pronunciation is older and purer than that of the Desert Witch!
"This is impossible!"

The desert witch's frail body heaved violently.

Yellow sand the size of a grain of rice continued to appear all over his body, seemingly uncontrollable, flying and circling indiscriminately.

"Calm down!" Lord Yehan scolded in the words of an ancient witch, "I don't want to attract the guards casually."

"..." The desert witch's limbs froze, and the previous indifference disappeared long ago.

It took her more than ten seconds to slowly relax, and an astonishing light rose from her dim eyes.

"Are you a human or a witch?"

"The old and immortal witches, disguised as humans, and then mixed into human society?"

Lord Ye Han nodded slightly, "It's a good idea, it's a powerful and unconstrained style."

"But to disappoint you, I am not a witch, but the most orthodox human."

The desert witch lowered her forehead, not daring to look directly into Yehan Jun's eyes, and her tone was filled with indescribable restlessness:

"Then how can you speak the ancient lingua franca with a human body?"

"I know that humans hold "powers," but it's not telepathic communication, nor are those special ways that replace communication. "

"This ancient and obscure Wu language has been lost by many small and medium-sized Wu tribes. I have never seen a fellow tribe who can speak this language. I didn't expect to hear it here..."

The words of the ancient witches represent the origin and the strong and enduring blood.

Lord Ye Han expected such a violent reaction from the desert witch.

He pursed his lips and smiled, and moved his fingers again, using the most detailed operation to assist the sound:
"In my family, almost everyone can speak Malay."

"There is a relatively powerful Wu tribe, which is an alliance with us and has had in-depth exchanges with each other."

After a pause, and taking another breath, Mr. Yehan talked and laughed freely:
"As for the pronunciation...it's easy to say, and complicated to say it."

"Although individual powers can easily achieve communication across races."

"But we're relying on tens of thousands of studies, and hundreds of thousands of muscle exercises."

"The airflow in the lungs, the vibration of the vocal cords, the opening and closing of the mouth, the movement of the tongue... If these can be analyzed to the deepest level, the sounds that humans can make are beyond your imagination."

"A relatively powerful Wu tribe..." The desert witch looked confused, "To me, this is so far away, so unreal..."

"These are not important for now."

Lord Ye Han changed the subject, stared into her eyes, and asked forcefully:
"I ask you, why did you fall to this place, imprisoned in this dark and narrow place, silent all day long?"

"I..." The desert witch looked down at the pierced chest, as if a thousand words were stuck in her throat, and she didn't know where to say it.

"It's okay, I'll give you time."

Lord Yehan's aggressive tone slowed down slightly:

"You should be able to feel that my appearance has special meaning to you."

"I hate cheating. Organize your language and tell me the truth."

……

Silence lasts 3 minutes.

The desert witch raised her head slowly, the blood stains on her face that had been solidified for an unknown amount of time, turned a deep dark brown under the dim light.

"I was born near the Giant Frog Pond, a desert land."

"There is my original tribe, a super small tribe of witches consisting of only a dozen witches. It is said that they migrated from distant places and finally settled here."

"Can more than ten people be considered a tribe?" Mr. Ye Han murmured in his heart, but did not refute in person.

The expression of the Desert Witch quietly dimmed, her eyes were full of memories, the resignation in her tone, and the ice-like hatred were not concealed at all:
"When I was very young, I was different from my peers."

"They are proud, beautiful, and confident, and they can cast powerful earth-attribute spells with every gesture. There is no foreign race in that desert that can stop their conquest and rule."

"And I have been regarded as a disgrace to the ethnic group since I was born."

"The oldest elder of the Wu clan had a brief moment of kindness and tried to teach me something."

"But...it's just the most basic control of sand, not even a skill. I've been learning it for three days, but I can't learn it..."

"As a result, there is no doubt that I was abandoned by the elders."

The desert witch paused slightly, shook her head, and murmured to herself:
"This also means that all my people have given up on me."

"Not long after, I was expelled from the territory and became a wandering witch."

"At that time, I seemed to be less than a year old."

"I didn't learn a single skill, lost my shelter, and embarked on the road of living alone..."

"Just because of the gray glint?"

Mr. Yehan's eyes were burning, and he asked back at the right time.

"Yes." The Desert Witch nodded, "The tribe said that I was born with a defect, and according to the beliefs of the tribe, it is taken for granted that it is unknown."

"They hate me, they don't allow young witches to play with me, and they always look at me with contempt and indifference."

"It was only after I came to human society that I learned that human beings have a proper term for this kind of spirit, called "grey flash". "

Glimmer of gray, also known as spirit of turbid bones.

There are special life individuals in this world, they belong to the same family, but they are detached from the same family, there is no one in a million.

Mentioning their official titles, as long as they are sane masters, they will definitely feel a sudden burst of heart, inducing endless fantasies and desires in flesh and blood.

——This is the "Flashing Spirit"!
They are blood mutants, but different from normal mutations, they will not change to other races, and then new species will be born from them.

They will only be further strengthened on the basis of the original blood.

Even if it is the lowest-level "Flash of Fluorescence", under the premise of living in a group, the probability of eventually becoming the leader is as high as [-]%, and it is easy to command a group.

If it is more powerful, "Brilliant Flash" and "Ultimate Flash", then it is not a level.

If the former does not die young, he will be dubbed the title of "The Monarch's Blessed Spirit". He is invincible in the same rank, and it is common to fight across ranks.

And the latter...

Mr. Yehan was fortunate enough to read the important ancient books of the clan, and the descriptions above almost exhausted all the praiseworthy words in the world.

That is the supreme existence, terrifying to the extreme, and extremely rare.

They are called "Emperor" when they are young, and they are crowned with "Emperor" when they are mature.

What the eyes see, the sky collapses and the earth shatters, and where the power goes, mountains and seas are overturned.

The beast of the emperor, looking down on the world, absolutely invincible at the same level.

In the ancient times that cannot be traced back, it is said that there were such creatures, the most holy and the gods.

Not only to become the overlord of one side, but also to be king among kings, and emperor among emperors, and the child of the gods who suppressed that era could not lift their heads...

Mr. Yehan knows better than anyone else the meaning behind the four words "Shining Bingling".

Being able to contract such a family spirit, even if the family leader's authority is relatively rubbish, the way of growth is partial to Buddhism, and the future potential is hard to describe.

The flashing spirit will also reversely promote the family leader to become stronger because of the contract.

Flash - means more possibilities!
The desert witch in front of her is of course also a shining spirit.

But Mr. Ye Han could understand her pain.

The gloomy flashes, for the secular world, negative prejudices are integrated into the bone marrow and embedded in the flesh and blood.

She's not getting stronger at all.

But...

……weaken!
(End of this chapter)