Chapter 346: Chapter 295: Telepathy
All along, Du Chengfeng didn’t really consider the issue of language.
After all, he hadn’t encountered any problems in that regard. Even when he arrived in this world, everyone communicated without any barriers—even if he traveled around and met so many people, at most they just spoke with a bit of an accent.
There were just minor differences in intonation, not enough to affect the content of the dialogue. At least when speaking, they could understand each other.
Even the foreigners he captured didn’t speak any incomprehensible foreign languages. Although Du Chengfeng had never seen these outsiders, he could still understand their pleas when they begged for mercy.
It was precisely because everything went so smoothly that Du Chengfeng overlooked a very critical issue.
That is, do these foreigners really have no language of their own?
"Now it seems they probably do."
After interrogating the bandit leader, Du Chengfeng was downcast. The other party looked like he confessed, but Du Chengfeng couldn’t understand a word.
It made sense. The foreigners he had met voluntarily came to Southern Chen, so how could they not learn the local language? But due to Swordsman Wu Zhao’s mistake, he directly came to the foreigners without any preparation...
"Oh well, heaven has a way of saving lives."
With a sigh, Du Chengfeng tapped his toe and picked up a knife in his hand.
"Now that we’ve taken your food and water, you can’t possibly make it out of this desert. Instead of letting you die of thirst and hunger in the desert, I might as well give you a quick end..."
"Ah?"
Although the bandit leader couldn’t understand what this Little Giant was saying, he could at least see the knife in the other’s hand. A giant brute with a ferocious look holding a knife was about to come at him, and this was more convincing than any language.
He’s going to die, he’s going to die soon.
"Don’t kill me! I beg you! Don’t kill me!"
The bandit leader knelt down on the spot, kowtowing incessantly on the ground.
"I beg you! Don’t kill me! I don’t want to die! I still don’t want to die!"
"If you don’t want to die, keep quiet."
A voice sounded in front of the bandit leader.
The bandit leader looked up in shock and saw a man next to the Little Giant looking at him. It was obvious that the man had spoken just now.
Someone can understand his words! This is great!
"How do you understand their language?"
Upon hearing this, Du Chengfeng also turned around.
"And you say you don’t know them?"
"It’s not, is it difficult?"
Da Lang Wu Zhao spread his hands.
"It’s just learning a language. You can do that too, right?"
This statement went a bit too far, especially since Du Chengfeng hadn’t learned. So after a brief commotion, there was one more person to be interrogated.
Wu Zhao must teach this quick language learning method, or he would be buried in the sand with the bandits.
"Isn’t this really not difficult?"
Faced with Du Chengfeng’s aggressive manner, Da Lang Wu Zhao sighed.
"Since you’ve already mastered the Yin people’s techniques, this sort of thing shouldn’t be difficult for you... What? You say there’s no medium to make yourself believe? Does this thing even need a medium?"
Seeing Du Chengfeng still confused, Swordsman Wu Zhao began to explain as well.
"Look at how you were holding a knife just now. You didn’t say anything, and this foreigner understood what you wanted to convey. So think about it, is language really necessary for communication?"
"Uh."
Hearing the explanation from the two Wu Zhaos, Du Chengfeng immediately understood.
Although the Wu Zhaos’ words were a bit jumbled, Du Chengfeng grasped the essence of what they wanted to convey—language carries a surprisingly limited amount of information. Pure verbal communication can only convey a portion, perhaps just a small portion, of the information. More often, like just now, even without speaking, both parties knew one wanted to kill and the other didn’t want to die.
Or rather, this is the essence of communication, just needing the other party to understand your thoughts.
Compared to this simple direct exchange, language, something so complex, turned out to be a later development.
If you follow this line of thinking, it seems he really doesn’t need to deliberately learn any language. People can communicate using the most primitive methods, expressing intentions with expressions and actions, and while those more complex languages may make things more convenient, they can sometimes become a hindrance to communication.
"Indeed, no medium is needed to make oneself believe."
Du Chengfeng slowly opened his eyes.
"We can communicate with each other."
Saying this, Du Chengfeng turned to look at the kneeling bandit leader.
He suddenly could understand the pleas coming from the other’s mouth.
"See, it’s very simple."
Seeing Du Chengfeng finally come to this realization, Da Lang Wu Zhao, who almost got buried, also breathed a sigh of relief.
"As long as you know how to use the power of the inner demon, this isn’t difficult... Of course, you can also understand it in terms those monks later used, treating it as the ’Telepathy’ they talk about."
"It really is... convenient."
Du Chengfeng couldn’t help but be impressed for a moment.
His understanding of similar matters had always leaned towards materialism. So in a situation where languages didn’t match, his first reaction was whether there was a convenient translation machine—yet clearly, unlike those materialist methods with full technological implementation, these idealists with their mental powers had their special techniques.
As long as one believes they can do it, they can indeed do it. Up to now, Du Chengfeng wasn’t quite adapted to such an exaggerated setting, more unrealistic than science fiction.
Just like now, as long as you think you can understand, you really do. How is that possible?
"But I guess it’s a good thing. At least it solves the communication barrier problem."
Du Chengfeng thought about it but decided not to dwell on this matter too much.
After all, he had more important things to do.
"Come on! Tell me everything you know!"
Once he grasped the language, Du Chengfeng hoisted the bandit leader again for another round of interrogation. This time he could confirm the other had really confessed, giving him an initial understanding of his environment.
The bad news was that this was an extremely primitive environment, even more backward than Southern Chen. The people here were still using old-fashioned bronze, which made it as backward as the people of Yin—though such commentary once seriously displeased Yin’s Wu Zhao, this was the reality.
The good news was that they only needed a journey of less than a day to get out of the desert and reach the nearest city.
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