The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human? Chapter 40 Liu Zheng, I curse your uncle

"Human, I curse your ancestor."

Accompanied by the French Plane Tree’s shrill cries, its branches and leaves rapidly turned yellow and withered.

It also developed many wrinkles on its face.

Though it was clearly sumr, the French Plane Tree seed as if it had entered winter.

"Hahaha."

Liu Zheng laughed even louder than its cries.

Kindness and grievances apart,

the French Plane Tree had set him up so many tis, thinking he held no grudges.

Liu Zheng had brought Tendaros over just to see if he could scare the tree and vent his anger.

He hadn’t expected the outco to be so effective.

"Now we’re even."

He said contentedly.

"Stupid human, do you think you’re only harming ?"

The French Plane Tree’s angry expression faded, replaced by a sinister smile.

"What?"

Liu Zheng suddenly sensed trouble.

But before he could react, the Hound suddenly lowered its head, looking at a patch of Black Soil.

In the Black Soil, a piece of bark was embedded.

Natasha Masso was buried underneath.

"Bravo! It seems your box of Mao Tai was wasted."

The French Plane Tree gloated.

"Didn’t you promise to take care of it for ?"

"I did promise to keep it, but only as far as I am capable."

"It’s already good enough if I can protect myself in front of this dog, let alone drive it away; the rules wouldn’t impose sothing impossible on ,"

The French Plane Tree said leisurely.

Every ti it was Liu Zheng who exploited the rules to trick it, but this ti it was finally its turn to use the rules to trick this human.

"Stop it, and I’ll give you another box of Mao Tai."

Liu Zheng stated decisively.

"Even another bottle of Vlad III would be useless; I truly cannot defeat it."

The French Plane Tree was not fooled.

"Tendaros, co back!"

He tried to recall the Hound, but the Hound ignored him as if deaf.

It was good enough that it didn’t eat him; he really thought he was its master.

"Damn, now I really look like a clown."

Liu Zheng rarely felt such annoyance.

In the past, the crises were enforced by circumstances, but this ti he had brought the trouble on himself.

"I can only hold on for one more minute; if you can’t think of anything within that minute, then just resign yourself to bad luck."

"I will share your glorious deeds with all the birds, letting the entire world know how foolish this human is. Hahaha!"

In the French Plane Tree’s uproarious laughter, the Hound pushed aside the Black Soil, exposing the roots below that ford a cage.

Through the gaps, one could see the tiny coffin and the small corpse inside.

"Awoo!"

The Hound let out a dissatisfied howl, fiercely gnawing the roots.

The roots, harder than steel, were like tofu under its sharp teeth.

But as each was broken, another would take its place, temporarily blocking the Hound.

"What can I do?"

Liu Zheng sighed.

Even the French Plane Tree was just taking hits, let alone him.

He was just a tool for walking around; Tendaros would never listen to him.

Huh? Listen?

Liu Zheng suddenly rembered the mini human’s two sentences.

"Tendaros is very generous to those it likes."

"Tendaros is a good doggy."

How had a wolf turned into a dog?

He rembered a skinny wolf in reality in Qocosle that tourists had fed with egg tarts until it beca a fat dog, reportedly even learning to roll over and show its belly.

Liu Zheng opened the Legendary Takeout Box, inside which was a dish of "Garlic Rice · Goat Brain."

The master’s favorite food, the pet should like it too, right?

He clenched his teeth and walked to the edge of the Black Soil.

Seeing this, the French Plane Tree’s face flickered with disappointnt.

"Good doggy, ti to eat."

Liu Zheng tapped the plate with a spoon, making a clear sound.

"Awoo?"

The Hound stopped its gnawing and looked back bewilderedly.

"Fresh brain, just like your master’s."

He tempted.

"Awoo~"

The Hound howled with joy and turned to pounce in front of Liu Zheng.

"Sit."

The Hound obediently sat down.

"Shake tentacles."

The Hound extended its paw and sliced Liu Zheng’s tentacles into three segnts.

...

Alright, let’s just assu it wasn’t on purpose.

"Eat up, eat up."

Liu Zheng placed the dinner plate on the ground.

The Hound eagerly stuck out its tongue.

The hollow tongue tube wriggled continuously, and the brain matter visibly shrank until it turned into a thin layer of skin.

"Ao ao ao~"

The Hound howled.

You could tell it was really enjoying its al.

The Hound nudged Liu Zheng’s face with its head and then left the Black Soil area.

His suspended heart finally settled down.

"Ao?"

The Hound raised a paw, pointing at the French Plane Tree.

The French Plane Tree’s heart, which had settled, lifted again.

"Him? No no no, we aren’t enemies, we’re all brothers here, just joking earlier," he said with a half-smile.

"Yes yes, all brothers."

The French Plane Tree sported a flattering smile, too indignant to speak out.

"Ao."

The Hound seed to understand and nodded its head, then spat out a bone.

"Na: Tendaros’s Chew Stick (Disposable)"

"Type: Item"

"Quality: Excellent"

"Effect: When thrown, it can summon a Tendaros Hound for a duration of three minutes."

"Note: Please be aware that the summoned hound may not be Tendaros himself."

"Can it be taken out of the instance: No"

Quite a weapon.

Liu Zheng happily picked up the bone.

"Ao."

Tendaros stretched out a paw, pointing at the Bone Whistle around his neck.

"Ah, knew it was too good to be true."

Liu Zheng sighed, unfastened the Bone Whistle, and handed it to the Hound.

If the Bone Whistle was present, this chew stick would be a guided missile.

Without it, this thing turns into a portable nuclear bomb launcher.

The main effect is that if I die, everyone dies with .

Although there was a chance to summon Tendaros, the likelihood wasn’t very high considering its "excellent" quality rating.

"Ao~"

Tendaros patted Liu Zheng’s shoulder, then vanished into a puff of smoke.

"Finally walked off."

He wiped off the nonexistent sweat.

"Human, I’m going to slaughter you!"

The mont the Hound left, the French Plane Tree threw a fit.

Its face twisted, countless roots and branches intertwined, forming a giant abyssal mouth.

"I’m throwing it, okay?"

Liu Zheng lifted the bone.

"You wouldn’t dare, that dog would eat you too."

The French Plane Tree said confidently.

"It’s okay, if I go to Hell, you’ll be there with ."

"When I’m thrown into the frying pan, you’ll be the firewood," he said cheerfully.

"Hmph, who wants to go to Hell with you, disgusting."

The French Plane Tree spat and withdrew its roots.

"Don’t be mad, I didn’t expect this to happen either, I’ll get you a nice bottle of wine later," Liu Zheng soothed.

"Cut the crap, don’t think I don’t know what tricks you’re up to."

The French Plane Tree didn’t buy his act.

"I want two bottles."

"Alright alright, two bottles it is."

He readily agreed.

"Get lost, get lost, you annoy . Stupid humans."

A root wrapped around Liu Zheng and flung him forcefully.

He was launched like a cannonball and landed two kiloters away.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch."

Liu Zheng touched his badly bruised buttocks, grimacing in pain.

"So irritable, it’s not like trees also have PMS."

He sat on the ground waiting for his tailbone to heal, then limped back towards the restaurant.