The man was writing something on the tree with his back to Scaramouche, mumbling as he wrote. Up close, you could hear a slight tremor in the man's voice, as if he kept talking just to cheer himself up.

Du Yue used the stone in his hand to leave scratches on the tree, as a sign of discrimination. He was afraid to death, and he felt that it would be difficult for him to get out of this strange place. He was even a little desperate. As he thought more and more sadly, he pressed harder and harder to make a mark on the tree.

All of a sudden, behind him sounded a fresher and nicer young voice, "Hi?"

Of course, now Du Yue is not in the mind to distinguish whether the sound is good or not. It wasn't until he heard Scaramouche speak that he realized he had a nice voice.

Du Yue's mouth is saying, "When can I go back ..." . But before the word "go" had finished he heard the sound, which seemed to come out of nowhere.

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"Back to... Aah aah aah ！！！！！ What is it? What is it? Ghost ahhhhhhhhh ！！！！！ Help! Help!"

Du Yue immediately a soft leg on the whole person fell to the ground, he hugged his head and shouted. It turns out that people can't move when they're so scared. He had thought he could run away from something terrible, but now he could not even see what it looked like.

The silence seemed to pass for a long time, so long that Du Yue felt his head drop a little sour. Is this thing gone? As he thought about it, he gritted his teeth and with the greatest effort he could to suppress the fear in his heart, slowly turned his head, raised his head and looked behind him like his hands weighing a thousand pounds. His eyes moved slowly up from the green grass before him. The first thing that caught his eye was a pair of feet in white socks and clogs.

Wait, clogs, is that a person?

Du Yue raised her head slowly. Then he saw the juvenile crouching in front of him who had been watching him for some time.

Ah, so that's the language he speaks. It seems that one of the four languages can be used here. But he's got a lot of nerve. No ordinary human on Teyvat Continent is as timid as he is. Or is the average person here just like him?

Scaramouche thought this as he crouched down and stared at Du Yue. He wondered when the common human would look up at him. Fortunately, it wasn't very long.