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

"Is the content of the letter really false?"

Just as Liu Zheng was thinking, a black shadow suddenly fell from the sky.

The big rooster had no time to react before it was lifted up into the air by a pair of sharp claws.

???

So the big rooster is the bait, and there is someone else leading the way.

Looking at the owl rising rapidly, he quickly chased after it.

Chapter 94: Disgusting, More

The owl didn't fly very fast and did not lose his sight.

After chasing for more than ten minutes, it hovered above a strange plant.

The upper part of the plant is like a giant lychee shell, evenly split into eight pieces and spreading outward.

Each shell has fine flagella on its edge, and the sac inside the shell is more like aloe vera.

Every few seconds, these shells will regularly shrink towards the center and then expand, sometimes to a greater or lesser extent.

After each opening and closing, the flagella will ooze out crystal clear juice.

Liu Zheng guessed that this might be some kind of means of luring prey.

Because he smelled a strange smell, neither fragrant nor smelly, but inexplicably familiar.

"Cuckoo."

The owl looked at Liu Zheng and made some kind of sound.

He was not an ornithologist and did not know what the sound meant, but at least it did not sound threatening.

"Hey, Qin Shi Huang, can you understand what it says?"

Liu Zheng asked the big rooster.

They are all birds, so they should have a common language.

"It asked you to rescue its child, and then it let me go."

The big rooster really understands.

"Save the child? From this, uh, rambutan?"

Liu Zheng tried to use a closer name.

"Probably. Its accent is so thick that I can only understand part of it."

"alright."

He walked forward carefully, and the owl flew with the rooster to a big tree nearby.

Liu Zheng noticed that there were many similar plants nearby, and they were quite far apart.

He walked to about three meters away from Rambutan No. 1, but the latter did not move.

"Hello?"

Liu Zheng tried to say hello.

Since the plane trees have wisdom, perhaps these rambutans do too.

Hearing his words, Rambutan No. 1's opening and closing movements paused for a moment, and then resumed the rhythm.

There is a play!

Liu Zheng was delighted and spoke again.

"Did you swallow the owl's baby? Can you let it out? I can give you extra compensation. How about that fat chicken?"

He pointed at the big rooster.

"Gurgle! Hiccup!"

Just as the rooster was about to crow, the owl slapped his wings hard.

After a long silence, the opening and closing rhythm of Rambutan No. 1 suddenly accelerated, and the flagella began to shake rapidly.

“It sounds terrible.”

Rambutan No. 1 made a low sound.

"What's so ugly?"

Liu Zheng asked.

“Human beings, being ugly, tell us about beauty.”

Rambutan No.1 said.

“What is a beautiful thing?”

It didn't answer.

After a brief silence, Rambutan No. 1 spoke again.

"The clouds cannot see the sun, the sky crushes the wings, and life chases death."

“This poem is good.”

Liu Zheng's eyes lit up.

"what is this?"

Rambutan No.1 said.

"These are poems. We humans call them poems."

"Human, tell us a poem."

Rambutan No. 1 said immediately.

"Speaking of poetry"

Liu Zheng fell into deep thought.

It’s not that he can’t express it, on the contrary, he has read too much poetry.

From Li Bai to Shakespeare, from Byron to Xu Zhimo (just for symmetry), he has read no less than a thousand poems.

What he hesitated about was what kind of poetry these plants wanted to hear.

"Clouds cannot see the sun, the sky holds down wings, and life chases after death."

Liu Zheng silently recited the poem of Rambutan No. 1 and gradually came up with an idea.

"Night rose from the earth and covered the bright sky."

"Desolate earth after harvest, night rises from within you."

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"A flock of birds, like black raindrops, flew from dusk into night."

"The night has nothing, why give me comfort?"

He stopped reciting.

After a few seconds of silence, the rambutans made a rustling sound.

"it is good!"

"very good!"

"strangeness!"

"boring!"

The rambutans expressed their feelings, some were appreciative, some were disdainful.

"Human, keep going, more."

Rambutan No.1 said.

Almost one-third of the rambutans expressed appreciation, which shows that his idea is right.

He calmed himself down and found another poem.

"The meadow that witnessed the death of the gods is covered with wild flowers."

“The wind in the distance goes farther than the distance.”

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"In the distance, there are only wild flowers gathered in death."

"The bright moon hangs high over the grassland like a mirror, reflecting thousands of years."

After dozens of seconds of silence, the rambutans began to flap violently.

"very good!"

"excellent!"

“This is beautiful!”

"Grassland! Grassland!"

Their sacs opened and closed rapidly and violently, and their flagella secreted more mucus, making their calls more inarticulate.

However, the joy was obvious.

"Human, satisfied, request granted."

After a period of carnival, Rambutan No. 1 finally calmed down.

It opened its sac and a wet little owl was vomited out.

"Cuckoo!"

The big owl immediately dropped the rooster, swooped down, grabbed the little owl, and flew away into the depths of the forest.

The speed was so fast, like a flash of gray lightning.

Not to mention catching up, Liu Zheng couldn't even see clearly.

"What did it just say?"

he asked the big rooster that was thrown down.

"It said to wait a moment."

The big rooster said as he combed his feathers.

"Oh."

It is understandable that the owl must go back to settle its cubs first.

"for you."

The big rooster raised its claws towards Liu Zheng, and a fat and big insect twisted its body.

"Uh, I can't come, you should eat it yourself."

He declined the offer.

Liu Zheng felt that this scene was quite familiar, as the stray cat he picked up before also expressed his gratitude in the same way.

Once it caught three mice and placed them neatly next to Liu Zheng's pillow.

When he woke up and looked into the eyes of the three rat heads, his heart and lungs suddenly stopped working.

As a thank you to the cat, Liu Zheng stopped giving it snacks for half a year, and also switched cat food from imported to domestic.

"You are too weak. My master eats you directly."

The big rooster said with contempt.

"Is it so fierce?"

Liu Zheng stood in awe.

"That's nothing. Sometimes he would squeeze the bugs into juice and drink it with me."