"That, what's that man doing? Dancing?" Wu Chao was left speechless watching the man repeatedly perform the same set of movements.
"No, he must be trying to convey some message to us, but..." Tang Xiaoquan shook his head with a wry smile, leaving his sentence unfinished because the man's current gestures were just too... indescribable!
Frowning slightly, Tang Xiaoquan absentmindedly fiddled with his bangs; it was his thinking ritual as he felt it necessary to establish contact with the man across.
There were two reasons:
First, they were trapped in a cage of corpses, on the brink of running out of food supplies, urgently needing useful information to help them through this crisis.
Second, since the man had survived until now, he must have some unique skills. Perhaps the building he was in was an ideal refuge.
Of course, whether for reason one or reason two, a premise must be met before understanding: establishing smooth communication with the man.
So...
