"Yo."

Liu Zheng greeted from a distance.

The plane tree glanced at him, then turned its face to the other side.

"Hey, no need to be so unwelcoming, right?"

He said helplessly.

"Don't you have any self-awareness? You artifact thief!"

The plane tree scolded.

"I traded things for it."

Liu Zheng refused to admit it.

"Pah, the values aren't equivalent at all."

The plane tree spat tree sap at him.

"Rarity determines value. Who else can deliver drinks to you every day like I do?"

He smiled.

"Who else can be like me, neither deceiving you nor being deceived by you?"

"Va-t'en! I don't want to trade with you today."

The plane tree said with a pout.

"Really? Fifteen-year Ascension Maotai, a whole case."

Liu Zheng lifted the case in his hand.

"Putain! How did you get that?"

The plane tree's eyes widened, its branches so startled they stopped swaying.

"Brother made a small fortune yesterday, not worth mentioning."

He pretended to be modest.

The plane tree looked at the case of Maotai, its expression shifting uncertainly.

The liquor, it definitely wanted.

But the money, it really couldn't afford.

The value of a case of fifteen-year Ascension Maotai was at least equivalent to one and a half bottles of Vlad III Limited Edition.

Where would it find another legendary deliveryman vest?

Even if it was willing to sell, the legendary deliveryman wouldn't come to buy anymore.

The plane tree did have perfect-grade items, but those were all useful - losing even one would cause its strength to decline.

In this world of survival of the fittest, decreased strength equaled slow suicide.

"I... can't afford to trade."

After struggling for a long time, it spoke with difficulty.

"Not that expensive, they're all defective products."

Liu Zheng opened the case and took out a bottle of Maotai for the plane tree to inspect.

"Huh?"

Delago looked at the stains on the bottle, surprised and doubtful.

It extended its roots to snatch the bottle, opened it, and smelled it.

"Seems to have the scent of Chaos Club."

"Chaos Club?"

Liu Zheng slightly frowned.

He had heard Bullhorse say that place was very dangerous, even the city hall couldn't do anything about it.

"Correct. Exactly the scent of Chaos Club."

The plane tree confirmed.

"Why are you so certain?"

"Because I originally grew at the entrance of Chaos Club, and was only later transplanted to this street."

The plane tree replied.

"I see. What exactly is Chaos Club?"

Liu Zheng asked curiously.

"Hard to say, can't say, dare not say. Ask me again when you get an order from there someday."

The plane tree was evasive and mysterious.

"Hey, I kindly bring you liquor, and you fucking set up a death flag for me. So inhuman."

The veins on his forehead bulged.

"I'm not human anyway. I'll take the liquor, let me see what I can trade."

The plane tree closed its eyes, its roots churning continuously beneath the black soil.

Although they were defective products, a whole case of fifteen-year Maotai was still quite valuable - finding suitable trade items would require some effort.

"That can wait, first look at this."

Liu Zheng put down the black cloth bag and took out what was inside.

"A juvenile female human corpse. This isn't worth much, I have no preference for humans."

The plane tree opened its eyes, glanced at it and said.

What Liu Zheng took out from the black cloth bag was precisely the takeout box containing the little girl's body.

"Not for trading, I want to bury her at your feet."

He explained.

"You brat, treating me like a cemetery?"

The plane tree flew into a rage.

"Black soil means cemetery? This is color discrimination, you know?"

"Bullhorse said if buried anywhere else, she'd be dug up and eaten. I thought about it, and your place is the safest."

Liu Zheng said.

"Then you thought wrong. I just have no preference for humans, doesn't mean I don't eat people. If you weren't so cunning, you'd have long become my drinking snack."

The plane tree scoffed at his naivety.

"Not for free burial, I'll pay management fees."

Liu Zheng lifted a bottle of Maotai and shook it.

"One bottle isn't enough. Black soil can preserve corpses, her buried here would be like bait, constantly attracting scavengers."

The plane tree shook its head.

Although it was the street bully of this road, there were always desperate souls starved to madness.

It didn't want to invite trouble.

"Then is a whole case enough?"

"Enough would be enough, but is this necessary?"

The plane tree asked doubtfully.

"She's already dead, what use is flesh and blood?"

When trees die, some rot and become nutrients, some get buried deep and become coal, but ultimately all return to dust.

Never heard of any tree insisting on being made into a specimen.

"Because I'm human, and humans are just this selfish."

Liu Zheng said calmly.

"You won't be one for much longer. Not just your appearance, your essence is beginning to change too."

The plane tree mocked.

"What happens after the essence changes?"

He asked.

"Don't know. But from what I understand about black goat young, you'll probably dig her up and chew her to pieces without hesitation."

The plane tree's tone carried deep malice.

"Oh, what does that have to do with current me?"

Liu Zheng said with a look of indifference.

If the essence changed, then it wouldn't be him anymore.

Besides, after clearing the dungeon, he could purify the "Flesh Mutation" status.

"Hmph, stubborn human. What's her name?"

The plane tree suddenly asked.

"You asking me?"

"Of course asking her, you self-important dumbass human."

Today it seemed particularly displeased with Liu Zheng.

"I really don't know that. Why are you asking?"

Liu Zheng looked at it strangely.

"To make a tombstone of course. Are you the human or am I?"

The plane tree rolled its eyes at him, peeling off a piece of bark from itself.

"If you don't know, then I'll write 'the idiot corpse that dumbass human made me keep'."

Saying this, it started to carve characters on the bark.

"Stop stop stop."

Liu Zheng quickly stopped it.

If it really carved that, the little girl wouldn't be able to lift her head even in hell.

"Just call her Natasha."

He said, looking at the little girl's standard East Slav appearance.

"Really unpleasant sounding."

The plane tree disdainfully carved this name on the bark, then carved a string of letters beside it.

"Marceau (Masuo)"

"Still our French names sound better."

It said satisfied.

"Heh heh."

Liu Zheng looked at this tree surnamed Dai and named Gaole, barely suppressing the urge to complain.

"By the way, do you eat this?"

He showed the garlic rice·go brain flower in the delivery box.

"You even got the delivery box?"

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"Also won last night."

"Now just missing the hat to complete the set."

It looked full of envy.

If it could collect the legendary deliveryman set, its ranking among the city's collectors would immediately rise several places.

"I have leads on the hat too."

Liu Zheng said.

Although the demon wished it could eat them alive, it ultimately didn't welch.

This was certainly due to its good reputation, not because of Oink's butcher knife at its neck.

"Where?"

The plane tree asked excitedly.

"At..."

Just as Liu Zheng prepared to answer, he suddenly looked into the distance.