"Ant Speech?"
Ke Hei was aghast. The Ant Clan had a language too?
Xiao Chen and Ye Hongmei also looked curiously at Lao Six.
"Of course. All things between heaven and earth have their own languages. Chickens have chicken speech, dogs have dog speech—why can't ants develop ant speech?" Lao Six retorted.
He was not lying. Ants truly did have their own tribal language.
It was simply that ants were too lowly in rank and lacked sufficient intelligence. Not every ant could communicate in the tribal tongue.
The one that had spoken with Lao Six just now was a mutant species of the Ant Clan—the Mountain-Cave Golden Ant—which possessed a trace of intelligence.
Mountain-Cave Golden Ants loved dwelling in secluded mountain caves. They fed on demonic aura and could usually groom demons' fur. Therefore, wherever Mountain-Cave Golden Ants appeared, demons were usually nearby.
Lao Six had just been asking whether the Mountain-Cave Golden Ant's cave had an owner and whether the surroundings were safe.
"What did you just say to that golden ant?" Ke Hei asked.
"I asked the little insect grandson whether a great demon dwelled in this deep cave and whether there was danger nearby. The little insect grandson said that a brutal Yellow Demon had indeed once occupied this cave, but for some unknown reason, it left half a year ago. The cave now stands empty. This place is hidden, with few fierce demons nearby, so it has been waiting here for the Yellow Demon to return or for a new demon to arrive!" Lao Six held nothing back.
Ke Hei was stunned. He stared at Lao Six, his face full of disbelief. Damn it, with just a few words, Lao Six had dug out such an ocean of information from that golden ant!
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