Ling Zhi: "Let him go!! ”

Daydream system: "Do you want to say goodbye to your cross talk?" ”

“……”

Ling Zhi was so angry that he raised his fist and punched Zhang San in the back a few times, seeing that he didn't react, Ling Zhi's anger subsided a little. She tried to push him away several more times, but to no avail, and she clawed at her hair in annoyance, her restless hands nowhere to put them.

So when Zhang San woke up the next day, he saw Ling Zhi with his hands raised and pillowed behind his head, leaning against the wall to show his innocence, and he was staring at him with wide eyes, his eyes were almost bloodshot.

"You're still alive." Ling Zhi spat out a sentence faintly, revealing an oozing smile.

It was dawn and some visibility had been restored inside the house.

The key is that Zhang San seemed to know nothing, slowly got up from her and stretched a lazy waist, touched his forehead, and said in surprise: "Ah, the fever has subsided." ”

"......" ghost knows what kind of strange constitution he has, so if he has such a high fever, drink some water and sleep for a night, he will be fine.

Zhang San felt that there seemed to be something wrong with him, he pulled down the zipper of his coat, and saw that he was actually in a "vacuum state", and immediately raised his head and yelled at Ling Zhi with tears in his eyes: "What did you do to me?" I'm still a kid! ”

"If you weren't a child, I would have smothered your head in the sink a long time ago." Ling Zhi scolded and moved her numb and stiff arms, and when she saw Zhang San going, she asked, "Where are you going?" ”

"Going to the bathroom, together?" He lifted his pants, asked a little ruffian and lightly, how could there be the pitiful look of the chaste martyr who swore to be innocent just now.

"I wish you every success." Ling Zhi waved at him, and the others were fine, so they simply turned their heads and didn't see it.

"What, if you don't succeed, you can't help me?" Zhang San replied.

Ling Zhi said: "You still can't go to the toilet?" ”

"I will be a complete success."

"Gotta get out of here."

Why does Ling Zhi feel that talking to Zhang San is like talking about cross talk?

There was a slight commotion in the room, it was the human beings who woke up one after another, they went to the toilet and drank water, and there was a mixed and unpleasant smell in the small space, probably because Ling Zhi had been assimilated after staying in the house for a long time, and he was already indifferent to the smell.

"Are you hungry?"

"I'm hungry."

"Did you pull it?"

"Didn't pull, what about you?"

"I just came back from pulling."

"I'm hungry."

"Go eat."

“……”

Ling Zhi listened silently to their conversation, and the human conversation could only simply stay at the level of eating, drinking, and fighting, and their accents sounded very awkward, as if they had just learned to speak. Nowadays, human beings can barely say a few simple words, and Ling Zhi thinks about degrading for another fifty or one hundred years, but he is afraid that human beings will lose even the function of language.

The toilet is built behind a randomly stacked brick wall, there is no distinction between men and women, it is a large pit, the big pit is connected to the outside, and it happens to emit some foul smell to go out, so if you want to escape, you can get out of the pit. But Ling Zhi thinks that normal human beings have not been forced to a certain extent, and they have not yet reached such a state of enduring humiliation.

Just thinking about it, there was a sudden sound of a group of people arguing and fighting behind the rotten wall of the toilet, as if someone was fighting.