It's a hell game, who can still be a human being?

Chapter 5 The Trees Are Talking
"Boss."

He called out, but there was no response.

He knocked again, and half a minute later, the door opened.

"What?"

Niuma asked impatiently.

“Doesn’t the restaurant provide transportation?”

Liu Zheng asked.

"No. We don't need this."

The cow and horse shook their big heads.

After all, its lower body is Malay.

Judging from the length of its legs, its running speed is estimated to be comparable to that of the real Akhal-Teke horse.

"What about the human employees?"

"You should leave now. You will miss it if you are late."

The cows and horses closed the door.

Liu Zheng curled his lips, it seemed that he couldn't get any more wool from it.

He picked up the takeout bag and headed towards the takeout aisle.

The passage was completely dark, without any source of light.

The ground seemed to be made of special material, and there was no sound of footsteps when he walked on it.

In such an environment, it would be great if you could just stay sane, let alone judge your own position.

Liu Zheng tentatively raised his arms horizontally, just enough to touch the walls on both sides.

The touch was strange, a bit like a slime decompression toy, but much harder.

If you want to find a psychological fulcrum, it is a good idea to just hold on to the wall and walk forward.

But he didn't plan to leave like that.

Liu Zheng lowered his arms and allowed himself to be immersed in the endless darkness.

While learning about ALS, he also learned a lot of other medical knowledge, one of which is called "desensitization therapy."

Simply put, allergic patients are repeatedly injected with allergens to gradually induce the patients to tolerate the allergens without having an allergic reaction.

Liu Zheng feels that "desensitization therapy" should also be applicable to psychological light and darkness.

Of course, if the system prompts him that his "rationality is declining", he will stop in time.

Fortunately, Liu Zheng's tolerance for pure darkness and silence was unexpectedly high.

Moreover, the passage was not completely silent.

Every once in a while, he couldn't help coughing and wheezing.

At the same time, a strong feeling of discomfort will come from the lungs and throat, announcing its presence.

The physical pain became the anchor of his spirit, which was a bit of black humor.

After coughing for the seventh time, Liu Zheng finally walked out of the passage.

The not-so-strong sunlight shone into his eyes, and he felt as if he were in another world.

He felt a little sympathy for his former colleagues. He only had to hold on for three days, while they had to work for several months or even decades.

Although, they might not live that long.

After observing a second of silence for his fellow human beings whom he had never met, Liu Zheng embarked on his journey of delivering takeout food.

Just like when I arrived, the streets were still empty.

There were no pedestrians, no vehicles, not even a traffic light.

If he had a small electric scooter, he couldn't imagine how happy he would be riding it.

Too bad I can't ride it.

"Hehehe."

A burst of weird music sounded.

Liu Zheng took out his cell phone and saw that it was an incoming call.

"13871XXXXXX."

I checked it with my memory and it was Niu Ma's phone number.

"Boss, what's up?"

He asked as he pressed the connect button.

"There's one thing I forgot to remind you. When you go to the toilet outside, you must go next to plants, preferably trees or green belts."

The loud voices of cattle and horses seemed to rise.

"I thought only dogs did that."

Liu Zheng complained.

“They have separate regulations and can only be used against columns.”

Niuma hung up the phone.

Boy, this stereotype is so authentic.

Don't let dog lovers hear this, or they will pee on your legs.

Liu Zheng smiled and continued walking forward.

In fact, Niuma didn't need to remind him so quickly. He had neither eaten nor drunk anything before entering the dungeon, and his stomach was empty.

Even if you force him to pee, he will pee.
Hey, this is weird.

Liu Zheng stopped and clamped the corpus cavernosum.

I really feel it.

He looked around and found that there were many similarities between the copy world and reality. For example, the types of trees on the roadside were the same as in reality, mainly camphor trees and sycamores.

He even found a few heather trees. Fortunately, it was not in bloom yet, otherwise the streets would be filled with the breath of life.

Liu Zheng walked quickly to a camphor tree and unzipped his pants with one hand. A yellowish arc fell, splashing a few drops of water on the bark.

"I've been feeling really irritated lately."

"Yeah, too much barbecue."

Liu Zheng replied casually and turned around.

Not far away, a plane tree was staring at him and his tools.

"There's also a smell of alcohol, is it moss?"

The plane tree sniffed and a few pieces of bark fell off.

"Shengtian Mao Moss 53 degrees."

Liu Zheng put on his pants silently.

"Good stuff, come on, pee in my mouth."

The plane tree opened its mouth impatiently.

"Answer me a question first."

"Ask quickly."

"What the hell are you?"

"Isn't it obvious? I'm a tree."

The plane tree looked at him strangely.

Are humans so stupid nowadays?
"Then why can't it talk?"

Liu Zheng pointed to the camphor tree beside him.

"Because it's a retard."

The French plane tree replied.

"Mental retard?"

"That's right, all the trees on this street are idiots, and I am the only one who is a genius."

The plane tree said proudly.

"Even if they are mentally retarded, why don't they have faces?"

He found Huadian.

"A mentally retarded person can't speak, so what's the point of having a face? It's a waste of nutrients."

The plane tree said confidently.

I have to admit that there is some truth to what it says.

"Ok."

Liu Zheng shrugged, then turned around and planned to find another place.

"Hey, didn't I let you pee in my mouth?"

The plane tree shouted.

"I don't have a habit of peeing in other people's mouths."

He said without looking back.

"I'm not human."

"Even trees won't work."

"That's really troublesome. Tell me, what do you want me to drink?"

The French plane tree replied.

"I want a car."

Liu Zheng stopped and said tentatively.

"No."

"Little electric donkey."

"nor."

"Bicycles are always available, right?"

"No, no, I'm a tree. Do you understand a tree?"

The plane tree shook its branches vigorously and leaves fell all over the ground.

"Then what can you give me? Hurry up, I have to go deliver the takeaway."

Liu Zheng urged.

"This is all I have."

A thick tree root emerged from the soil and dropped a white cane on the ground.

"Name: Human bone crutch"

"Type: Equipment"

“Quality: Excellent”

"Effect: Increase movement speed by 10%."

"Note: There was once a big liar who always liked to sell crutches to normal people. Later, he had his legs broken."

“Can I take out a copy: Yes”

A pee in exchange for a prop, a very good deal.

But Liu Zheng did not go over to pick it up immediately, but looked at the tree root that had not been retracted.

"Let me ask you, you are not going to eat me, are you?"

He asked with a twinkle in his eyes.

This human bone crutch couldn't have grown out of the ground.

(End of this chapter)