The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?
Chapter 94 is really disgusting, more please.

Chapter 94: 94 is really disgusting, more please.

The owl didn’t fly particularly fast and didn’t escape his line of sight.

After about ten minutes of chasing, it hovered above a strange plant.

The upper half of this plant resembled an enlarged lychee shell, evenly split into eight segments that splayed outward.

The edges of each shell segment were lined with thin cilia, while the liquid sacs inside were more akin to aloe.

Every few seconds, the shell segments would contract towards the center in a regular pattern, then spread open again, sometimes with a large range of movement and other times less so.

After each opening and closing, the cilia would secrete a crystal-clear fluid.

Liu Zheng guessed that this might be some sort of method to lure prey.

Because he smelled a strange scent, not fragrant nor stinking, yet somehow familiar.

"Hoo-hoo."

The owl looked at Liu Zheng and made a sound.

He was no ornithologist and didn’t understand the meaning behind the sound, but it didn’t sound at least like a threat.

"Hey, Emperor Qin Shihuang, can you understand what it’s saying?"

Liu Zheng asked the rooster.

They’re all birds, so their language should be universal, right?

"It says if you rescue its child, it will release me."

The rooster really could understand it.

"Rescue it’s child? From this, uh, rambutan?"

Liu Zheng tried to use a term that was a closer approximation.

"Probably, its accent is too heavy, I can only understand part of it."

"Okay then."

He walked forward cautiously, and the owl flew with the rooster to another large tree nearby.

Liu Zheng noticed that there were many similar plants around, and they were all relatively far apart from each other.

He approached to about three meters from Rambutan No. 1, which didn’t make any move.

"Hello?"

Liu Zheng tried to greet.

Since the French Plane Tree was sentient, perhaps these rambutans might be as well.

Upon hearing his words, Rambutan No. 1’s opening and closing actions paused briefly, then resumed their rhythm.

There was hope!

Liu Zheng’s heart leaped with joy and he spoke again.

"Was the owl’s child swallowed by you? Can you release it? I can offer you additional compensation. How about that fat chicken over there?"

He pointed to the rooster as he spoke.

"Cluck! Burp..."

The rooster was about to crow when the owl slammed it with a hard wing beat.

After a long silence, Rambutan No. 1’s opening and closing pace suddenly quickened, and its cilia started to quiver rapidly.

"Unpleasant..."

Rambutan No. 1 uttered a deep voice.

"What’s unpleasant?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Humans, ugly, tell us something beautiful."

Rambutan No. 1 demanded.

"What is something beautiful?"

It gave no answer.

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

"Clouds invisible to the sun, sky pressing down on wings, life chasing death."

"That’s a nice poem."

Liu Zheng’s eyes brightened.

"What is this?"

Rambutan No. 1 inquired.

"That is poetry; we humans call them poems."

"Human, recite a poem to us."

Rambutan No. 1 promptly demanded.

"Reciting poems, eh..."

Liu Zheng fell into thought.

It wasn’t that he couldn’t come up with one—on the contrary, he’d read too many.

From Li Bai to Shakespeare, from Byron to Xu Zhimo (just for symmetry), he’d read over a thousand poems.

He hesitated because he wasn’t sure what kind of poem these plants wanted to hear.

"Clouds invisible to the sun, sky pressing down on wings, life chasing death..."

Liu Zheng mulled over Rambutan No. 1’s poem and gradually formed an idea.

"Night rises from the earth, obscuring the luminous heavens."

"From the desolate land after harvest, night ascends from within you."

"..."

"Bird flocks, like droplets of black rain, fly into the night from dusk."

"Night, possessing nothing, why do you bring me solace?"

He stopped reciting.

After a few seconds of silence, the rambutans rustled.

"Good!"

"Very good!"

"Strange!"

"Boring!"

The rambutans expressed their feelings, some in admiration, others in disdain.

"Human, continue, more."

Red-haired Dan No.1 spoke.

About one-third of the red-haired Dans expressed their appreciation, indicating that his approach was correct.

He composed himself and found another poem.

"On the plains where gods lay dead, wildflowers bloom in abundance."

"The wind from afar is more distant than the distance itself."

"..."

"Only in death do the distant plains coalesce into a field of wildflowers."

"The bright moon, like a mirror, hangs high above the plains, reflecting the millennia."

After tens of seconds of silence, the red-haired Dans burst into an intense clapping noise.

"Very good!"

"Wonderful!"

"This is beautiful!"

"Plains! Plains!"

Their sacs pulsated rapidly and furiously while their flagella excreted more mucus, making their voices even more indistinct.

However, their joy was unmistakably obvious.

"Humans, satisfied, request agreed."

After a bout of revelry, Red-haired Dan No.1 finally calmed down.

It opened its sac, and out came a wet little owl.

"Hoo hoo hoo!"

The big owl immediately dropped the rooster and swooped down to grasp the little owl, flying off into the depths of the forest.

So swiftly it moved, like a streak of grey lightning.

Not to mention keeping up, Liu Zheng couldn’t even see clearly.

"What did it just say?"

He asked the big rooster that had been dropped.

"It said for you to wait a while."

The big rooster, preening its feathers, spoke.

"Oh."

The owl must be going to settle its young first; that’s understandable.

"Here you go."

The big rooster lifted its claw towards Liu, wriggling a fat and large insect.

"Uh, I can’t do it, you eat it yourself."

He declined politely.

Liu Zheng felt this scene was all too familiar, the stray cat he had picked up before had also thanked him in this way.

Once, it had caught three mice and lined them up neatly beside Liu’s pillow.

When he woke up and found himself face to face with the three mouse heads, his heart almost stopped.

As a token of gratitude to the cat, Liu cut off its snacks for half a year, and he switched its imported cat food to domestic.

"You’re too weak, my master eats them directly," the big rooster spoke with disdain.

"That intense?"

Liu respected that.

"That’s nothing. Sometimes he even squeezes the bugs into juice and drinks it with me," the big rooster said nonchalantly.

"Disgusting!"

"Slut!"

"Scum!"

Before Liu could protest, the red-haired Dans started to spray.

Some red-haired Dans even made sounds akin to train whistles, seemingly quite angry.

"You bunch of carnivorous plants are calling out a human for eating insects, don’t you think that’s a bit too much?" Liu said exasperatedly.

"Eating insects, not disgusting."

"Drinking together, disgusting."

Red-haired Dan No.1 explained.

"Huh? Then you shouldn’t drink the same underground water," he replied.

"Our roots, will separate, each individual, drinks their own."

Red-haired Dan No.1 explained.

"Alright, you’re amazing, you’re noble," Liu said, giving a thumbs up.

Now that he thought about it, having the witch’s body wasn’t entirely without its advantages.

At least he could give the finger now.

"Continue."

After a moment of silence, Red-haired Dan No.1 spoke.

"Continue what?"

"The disgusting things, we want more, more details."

Another silence followed before Red-haired Dan No.1 spoke again.

"Ah? Is that so."

Liu touched his chin as if he understood something.

"That’ll depend on how much you can give me," he said with a sly smile.

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