Chapter 14
The moment their eyes met, Ji Dongzang was stunned for a moment.
My mind went blank.
I don’t know how long it took…
Ji Dongzang suddenly shuddered and looked towards the gate again.
There was nothing there.
Only a cool breeze was left, blowing across the empty ground.
"Do you have money?"
A thin, aggrieved voice suddenly came from the ground where Ji Dong was hiding.
Ji Dongzang rolled his eyes blankly and looked at his arms spread out on the ground.
She saw a tender green grass stubbornly emerging from the soil between her fingers.
She curled her fingers subconsciously.
"Ouch! It hurts!" The tiny voice complained immediately, with real feeling of pain.
Ji Dongzang's chaotic mind instinctively connected the sound with the grass in front of him.
She blinked in confusion and said to the blade of grass in a dry voice, "Hello..."
Qiu Lian, who was bandaging Ji Dongzang beside her, keenly caught the movements of the person below him——
First, his head moved restlessly, and then he actually said "hello" to the air?!
Qiu Lian paused his movements, pinched the end of the bandage with his fingers, tilted his head slightly, and looked inquiringly at Ji Dongzang's face, which looked pale due to excessive blood loss.
"Ji Dongzang?" Qiu Lian called her.
"Hey." Qiu Lian touched Ji Dongzang's cheek with the back of his bloodless hand, trying to get her attention back.
But Ji Dongzang didn't even look at her, but stared straight at the palm of his left hand with great seriousness.
Qiu Lian followed her gaze.
There was nothing in his palm except for the palms stained with mud and dried blood.
"Ji Dongzang!" Qiu Lian's voice rose a degree.
This call finally made Ji Dongzang's gaze slowly move over and focus on Qiu Lian's face.
"Qiu Lian..." She called out, her eyes still a little vague.
Qiu Lian didn't say anything, just looked at her quietly, waiting for what to say next.
Ji Dongzang licked her cracked lips, and with a bit of hesitation and confusion, she asked, "Do you... have money?"
Qiu Lian: “…”
She was silent for two seconds and looked at Ji Dongzang with a look that said, "You're really out of your mind."
He calmly asked, "Why? Are you so anxious to burn paper money now?"
In Qiu Lian's opinion, asking people for money now is extremely absurd.
She would rather believe that Ji Dongzang wanted to burn paper money for her in advance than believe that Ji Dongzang asked her for money.
"Do you want paper money?" Ji Dongzang seemed not to understand Qiu Lian's complaint.
Instead, he asked seriously, his eyes subconsciously glancing at the grass on the ground.
Qiu Lian: “???” The question mark on her face was almost concrete.
"Who wants paper money?" Qiu Lian felt that his patience was being consumed by some unknown stupidity and madness.
At this time, Ji Dongzang seemed to have finally woken up from his trance.
She sat up suddenly and gasped.
Pointing at the grass on the ground that looked ordinary to Qiu Lian, he spoke with an eagerness as if he had discovered a new world:
"It's this one! Can't you see it? It's growing right here! It said we're using it as a bed and pressing it down, and it's very uncomfortable, and it's even asking me for 'occupancy fee'!"
Ji Dongzang paused and emphasized, "It said it's not dead yet! It wants money for living people!"
Qiu Lian looked at Ji Dongzang expressionlessly, his eyes calm, as if he was looking at a critically ill patient who had just escaped from a mental hospital.
After a long while, she slowly uttered three words: "Are you kidding me?"
"I didn't lie to you! Look! It's really moving! It's moving!" Ji Dongzang was anxious and didn't care about his shoulder injury. He stretched out his uninjured left hand to grab Qiu Lian's shoulder and shook it hard, trying to make her "see" the talking grass.
Seeing that Qiu Lian still had an expression of "caring for the mentally retarded", Ji Dongzang simply struggled to stand up by himself.
He then pulled up Qiu Lian, who was still squatting on the ground, and dragged her back several steps without saying a word.
As she backed away, she explained to the air in a serious tone, "Okay, okay, we've backed off! We're not pressing you anymore! Stop yelling!"
Then he turned to the bewildered Qiu Lian and added seriously, "We really did crush it just now, and it said it was very uncomfortable..."
Qiu Lian looked coldly at Ji Dongzang, who was talking to himself and doing strange things like pulling and retreating at the air.
The veins on his forehead couldn't help but twitch.
She finally couldn't bear it anymore, raised her fist and punched Ji Dongzang's face which was full of "I'm sick"!
The fist was caught by Ji Dongzang in mid-air.
Qiu Lian was about to explode, but she saw Ji Dongzang staring at her fist with an almost affectionate look, and suddenly a chill ran up her spine.
"You..." Before Qiu Lian could finish his words, Ji Dongzang spoke first, his voice full of inquiry: "Is the bone in your thumb... a little crooked?"
Qiu Lian subconsciously looked at his fingers, frowning: "What do you mean?"
"It said it's not feeling well." Ji Dongzang said, and his fingertips carefully stroked Qiu Lian's knuckles. The gentle touch made Qiu Lian's hair stand on end.
"Snap!" Qiu Lian pulled his hand back suddenly, as if shaking off something dirty, and stared at the person in front of him vigilantly.
"I just got hit a while ago." She paused, her tone cold as a slag, "Are you sick?"
Ji Dongzang frowned, but his eyes were fixed on Qiu Lian's hand stubbornly: "I really saw it..."
She murmured, her eyes casting blankly towards the weeds at her feet, as if asking herself, "Am I sick?"
Taking advantage of this gap, Qiu Lian quickly bent down to pick up the gauze and medicine on the ground, and fled from this complete lunatic without looking back.
Standing there, Ji Dongzang looked around blankly.
His sight fell on a big yellow dog.
The two fluffy tufts of long hair on the dog's body swayed violently as its tail wagged.
In Ji Dongzang's eyes, it seemed like two living things were arguing fiercely.
It was just too far away, so she couldn't hear clearly.
The little grass that had just "asked for money" from her was also chirping in her ears.
A strange noise came from all directions.
The animal hair scattered on the ground seemed to come alive at this moment, fluttering towards her and clamoring for Ji Dongzang to give them a bath.
She felt dizzy and overwhelmed by a strong sense of cognitive confusion and isolation.
Ji Dongzang froze in place, an indescribable feeling of anxiety gripping his heart.
Something seemed to be really wrong with her.
Ji Dongzang almost fled back to the room where he slept.
As soon as she stepped through the door, a dull voice, as if coming from inside the wall, rang out above her head: "Hey! I'm covered in stinky blood! I don't like this color! Paint it dark purple! Now! Immediately!"
Ji Dongzang: "..."
She took a deep breath and forced herself to block out these increasingly outrageous "auditory hallucinations".
Ignore, must ignore!
Ji Dongzang's eyes quickly scanned the room.
Fortunately, her backpack and weapons were still in their original places, untouched. This was a blessing in disguise.
She squatted down and picked up the money darts scattered on the ground one by one.
She carefully put them into the side pocket of her backpack.
Next came the golden triangular spike stained with dark red blood, and the strange weapon "claw" leaning against the head of the bed.
Fortunately, these two weapons are quiet at the moment and have no "opinions" to express.
Finally it calmed down a bit...
Ji Dongzang's tense nerves relaxed a little.
However, this moment of tranquility completely disappeared when she lifted the pillow and picked up the heavy Python revolver!
Buzz...!
An extremely noisy voice with strong dissatisfaction suddenly pierced Ji Dongzang's ears.
The gun said that it was almost suffocated by Ji Dongzang, and also said that its stomach was too heavy and it didn't want to move.
He kept cursing.
This is not over yet!
It was like opening Pandora's box, and the cartridge instantly exploded:
A bullet is diligently studying the snap-on structure of the cylinder, his mind full of the blueprint of the "prison break plan".
At the same time, he "glanced" with disdain at several of his "indifferent" and "contented" companions next to him.
There are two more bullets going on in a serious philosophical debate:
"Elasticity theorists" believe that the ductility of metal represents the inclusiveness of the universe.
"Elasticity is evil" theorists believe that succumbing to external forces is the root of corruption.
The most deadly thing is a bullet full of murderous intent, its mind filled with fanatical thoughts: "Let me out! I want to fly! I want to penetrate! I want to headshot! Let me complete my mission! Killing! That is my destiny!!"
Ji Dongzang: “???”
She felt like her head was a microwave filled with screaming chickens, ready to explode at any moment.
Give up struggling completely.
With an expressionless face, she roughly stuffed the pistol into the bottom of her backpack and held it down with other things, trying to physically isolate the mental pollution.
…
Ji Dongzang, exhausted both physically and mentally, carried her heavy backpack filled with "chatterbox" and weapons, found a relatively quiet corner, and sat down dejectedly.
As she leaned against the wall, a slow, scholarly voice rang out from behind her head: "Young man, please observe social distance. It's really inappropriate and impolite to press your body so closely against the wall..."
Ji Dongzang didn't even bother to raise his eyelids and simply treated this "wall morality education" as background noise.
As she was clearing her mind and trying to capture a trace of true tranquility, the air around her suddenly became disturbed.
A thin, gossamer thought, tinged with obvious social anxiety, came timidly: "Wow... there are... so many people. I'm so nervous... let me hide..."
Then, Ji Dongzang felt the air flow behind her more obviously sticking to her back, as if she was really seeking shelter.
Ji Dongzang sighed deeply, this life was unbearable.
Just then, she felt two pairs of eyes on her.
Looking up, Qiu Lian and the mysterious Madam Shen were standing not far away, looking at her with different expressions.
Qiu Lian's expression was a mixture of inquiry, helplessness, and a hint of understanding that "this guy is not well yet."
And Mrs. Shen...
Ji Dongzang's gaze involuntarily fixed on Mrs. Shen's meticulously combed black hair.
There, a tender green and extremely energetic blade of grass was rooted above her head, swaying gently in the breeze!
this……
Ji Dongzang's mouth twitched, and he resisted the urge to remind the other party.
This Madam Shen is weird enough in herself, and having grass growing on her head... doesn't seem like a big deal?
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