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Cicada language is a kind of active wave. The tympanic membrane of the golden cicada vibrates and emits active waves, which interfere with the active waves of evolved individuals, which in turn affect emotions and confuse the senses.

The active wave itself is a kind of perception, and the active wave of joy, anger, sorrow and joy carries different emotions.

Use these emotions to achieve the purpose of communication.

Cicada language, including humans, can communicate in cicada language, but compared with human language, cicada language is more detailed in details, but contains less meaning. For example, when you are anxious, you can easily judge how anxious you are by using the language of cicadas.

The language may only have words such as "I'm very anxious", "I'm so anxious", and "I'm burning with anxiety", but it is difficult for cicadas to explain why they are anxious in language, but they can clearly explain it in language.

Language built directly from mood swings has pros and cons.

Rat people have their own language, which can be judged from the rhythmic voice of Rat Officer Ah Lao San. But there are only a few words repeated over and over again.

Shen Cong judged its emotions more.

After being caught, Ah Lao San was anxious, angry, and confident. In his emotions, he had tens of thousands of his own kind. When hunting, they cooperated together to dig pits and traps. Many powerful evolutionary beasts were no match, so they were very She looked down on Shen Cong who was only less than three meters tall and had no coercion at all.

On the contrary, he felt that being caught by Shen Cong was a great shame to the superior mouse officer.

"Noisy." Shen Cong let go of his pressure a little bit.

boom!

A huge wave roared and overwhelmed the active wave, instantly submerging Ah Lao San, who had only a talent of 0.526H.

In the next second, Ah Lao San felt as if he had been hit hard, and the crap was so frightened.

The stench came out.

Shen Cong's face suddenly darkened, wishing he could chop the mouse into pieces. He was afraid of dirty hands with feces and urine, so he waited a little longer, but he still miscalculated. With only such a little coercion, Ah Lao San became incontinent, making him disgusting.

Fortunately, there is a lake in front.

Put Ah Lao San into the water and shake it a few times to get rid of the stolen goods and odor, and Shen Cong's face recovered a bit. Not long after returning to the cave where the King Kong Fortress is located, the four-legged dragon has already slept in the cave, and the King Kong ants are still busy going in and out, digging underground tunnels and searching for food.

"Old man, answer my question." Shen Cong communicated in Ratman-Cicada language.

At this time, Ah Lao San no longer had the slightest arrogance. Shen Cong's terrifying coercion made him feel infinite fear from his soul, his body trembled, and his consciousness was at a loss and at a loss.

The upper teeth were knocked down, but there was no response.

"Could it be that you're scared?" Shen Cong frowned. It was the first time he communicated with something like a rat man, and he had no experience at all. After thinking about it, he had to wake up Ah Lao San.

So he pulled out the dagger, and with a bang, he nailed one of Ah Lao San's hind paws to the rock.

"Chichi!" Ah Lao San screamed.

The effect is amazing, and there is an immediate response.

The mood swings were very violent: "The devil! You are the devil! The devil!"

The general meaning of the devil here is a creature that scares the ratmen, and there is no specific species referred to. It is also possible for Shen Cong to translate it directly as a devil, or as a cat. The creature that Ah Lao San is emotionally afraid of has a huge body, bright eyes, a wild cry, and likes to tease mice.

"It seems that you are still not awake." Shen Cong pulled out the dagger, and nailed Ah Lao San's other hind paw to the rock.

"Chichi!"

Ah Lao San's screams echoed throughout the cave.

The four-legged dragon was woken up, raised its eyelids and saw a big mouse, uttered an indistinct "chi-gu", and went to sleep. Ah Laosan, who is 1.5 meters long, is not placed in the four-legged longan at all. It likes to eat insects, and insects with shells are crunchy when chewed, which is delicious.

This "chuck" attracted Ah Lao San's attention, seeing a four-legged dragon coiled on the ground like a hill, Ah Lao San fell into frenzy and panic again.

Immediately, this situation was understood by Shen Cong as not yet awake.

Another dagger cut off its balls and threw it out of the cave.

"Chichi... Chichi... Chichi..." Ah Lao San screamed louder and louder, but his mood became more and more stable, and it could be felt that his emotions contained "my balls!" ", "Without balls", "Without balls, there is nothing to do", "I want balls" and other mating thoughts.

...

The tortured eunuch Ratman Ah Laosan finally became "sober".

Using the Ratman-Cicada language, they successfully communicated.

Communication is still relatively laborious, but it is far easier than communicating with the snail traveler and Huang Daxian. Ah Lao San's IQ is much higher than these two unparalleled golden beasts.

However, because it is communication between active waves of different species, many meanings need to be repeatedly confirmed and calibrated.

"How many Ratmen are there?"

"Many, many."

"How many exactly."

"Many, many."

"How many do you manage?"

"Ten thousand."

"Impossible. There are more than 100,000 ratmen in total, but there are more than 50 rat officers. You can manage at most 2,000."

"I don't know, the king said that I manage 10,000."

"The king is the mouse king? Where does the mouse king live?"

"The Rat King is in the crypt under the palace."

"How deep is the tunnel?"

"Very deep."

"How deep is it?"

"Very deep."

"The role of the moat?"

"Protect the city."

"fart!"

"The king said to protect the city."

Ah Lao San doesn't understand any quantifiers at all, and the ten thousand in his mouth is just an imaginary number. I don't know how deep the tunnel is, anyway, it walks around like this every day. Although the buildings in the city are tall, they rarely live in them, and they are still used to living underground.

Ah Lao San has more than one hundred female mice, and they can give birth to hundreds of offspring in almost a month. Most of these offspring are brainless mouse slaves, and there is only a very small chance to become a mouse general or a mouse officer. The rat beast is produced between the rat beast and the rat beast, and the rat king has no offspring.

For the rat king.

Ah Lao San gave detailed information: "The mother mouse of the king is dead, the mouse son of the king is dead, the king hates humans. The king is wise and unparalleled, and he is the most powerful and intelligent rat man. The king captured many humans. Some of them were eaten, some were eaten by us, and some became its mother mice, and the mother mice could not give birth..."

"Human beings became the female mice of the Mouse King?" Shen Cong frowned when he heard the news.

He thought it was the Death Eaters who were manipulating the Ratmen in an attempt to plot rebellion. Looking at it now, I'm afraid it wasn't the Death Eaters who caused the rebellion. The Death Eaters should have perished along with the production ban of C1. It is possible that many human survivors were captured by the Ratmen and enslaved by the Rat King.

His eyes flickered, and Shen Cong, who was always good at restraining his emotions, suddenly burst into anger.

He didn't care about the life and death of human beings, but when he heard that the disgusting rats had usurped the human beings, his anger burned for no reason. However, this anger did not affect his thinking and judgment, but only contributed to some of his decisions.

"Human survivors were enslaved, so did they teach the ratmen to build cities and dig moats? There are also sophisticated weapons and equipment, as well as clothes and social systems."

"The Rat Man must die!" Shen Cong looked at Ah Lao San with a chill in his eyes, "The survivors who taught the Rat Man must also die!"

Thinking of this, Shen Cong continued to squeeze the information that Ah Lao San knew.

But Ah Lao San is just a mouse after all, no matter how high his IQ is, his IQ is limited, and he cannot provide more information. So, Shen Cong immediately pulled its two hind legs and tore Ah Lao San in half.

"Blackhead, clean up the corpse... Also, how many tunnels have you found for the Ratman?" (to be continued)). If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point () to vote, your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile users please read here. )