The Human-Faced Spider's eyes, like the scanners of massive medical instruments, swept over Meng Chao's injuries from top to bottom, inside and out.
When he realized that Meng Chao was not seriously hurt and had just broken through the Life Barrier, sparks of joy welled up in his eyes despite his own grave injuries.
However, when he noticed that Meng Chao's bodily structure differed subtly from that of ordinary Turan People, the sparks of joy turned into ripples of suspicion.
He opened his mouth to speak.
He spoke Ancient Turan Language.
Yet his intonation was endlessly complex and shifting, while the meaning was obscure and difficult to grasp. Every syllable was filled with retroflex sounds, curled tongues, trills, swallowed sounds, and shifting tones. At times, it was as bright and fervent as an Earth coloratura soprano; at others, it was like the deep, lingering calls of dolphins in the ocean, capable of seeping directly into one's heart.
Even as he spoke, the carapace all over his body vibrated and rubbed together at high frequency, producing metallic collisions that rose and fell in rhythm, forming a cadence similar to Morse Code.
Meng Chao strongly suspected that the Ancient Turan Language used by the Human-Faced Spider contained a hundred times more detail than the straightforward, shallow, simple, crude, and even somewhat childish Turan Language used by modern beastmen.
Compared with Earthling languages, it might even convey three to five times more information in the same amount of time.
Unfortunately, Meng Chao had no idea what he was saying.
Meng Chao's Turan Language had always been half-baked.
Being able to conduct ordinary daily conversations fluently with modern beastmen was already quite decent.
The occasional "Ancient Turan Language" he encountered had also come from modern witch doctors, priests, and chieftains. It had long since