Chapter 7, this toy learns to write

Qiao'er grew up in a poor family and was accustomed to doing rough work at the Liu family estate. This was her first time learning to write, so at the beginning, she often struggled to remember. The green-eyed zombie, growing impatient, squinted its eyes and pretended to be dead, remaining completely still

The green-eyed zombie stared at her for a while, still unable to comprehend her meaning. Qiao'er began to trace the strange characters from the talisman onto the muddy ground of the cave, each stroke crooked and uneven: "Writing, do you understand? Teach me!"

The green-eyed zombie seemed to realize that she did not understand. It walked back and forth at the cave entrance twice, and suddenly let out a cry of "Ah!" before collapsing to the ground, dead

The green-eyed zombie stood for a while in front of the wild zombie on the ground. The zombie was not dead; it was still trembling slightly. Qiao'er thought it was going to provide assistance, but unexpectedly, it reached out and pressed its hand on the wild zombie's spiritual platform. A green light surged out from the wild zombie's crown and flowed into its body

Qiao'er inadvertently met his gaze, and to her surprise, there was a hint of murderous intent in his eyes. Qiao'er shivered and quickly closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep

She lay on top of it and rubbed against it to touch its ear: "Will you teach me to write that script?"

This is the difference between races. In fact, the gap between higher animals and lower animals has never been about ability or intelligence. The so-called superiority of all beings is merely because they are bound by moral constraints and understand etiquette, integrity, and shame, while the latter do not comprehend these concepts

The walls of the cave are covered with her writings, which were initially quite clumsy. However, she learned with great diligence. The meanings of these characters often stem from her gestures and guesses, which may not be entirely accurate, but she can generally infer the gist with a high degree of certainty.

Qiao Er replied on its chest - I am angry

It was quite perplexed, staring intently at Qiao'er. Qiao'er tilted her head pretending to sleep, and after a while, it tugged at her again, finally managing to touch her hand, writing in her palm with its fingers. It was a form of script that, when translated, Qiao'er could understand—what's wrong?

Qiao'er Han: "I am not playing with you anymore, can you teach me how to write this?"

The green-eyed zombie naturally could not understand her words, yet it still carried her back to the mountain. However, Qiao'er remained troubled: "I never expected you to be this kind of person! No, I mean, I never expected you to be this kind of zombie!"

Qiao Er ignored it, and it began to pull at her one piece of clothing after another. Eventually, it even attempted to pull away the last piece that was closest to her body. Qiao Er, filled with anger, then tightly grasped the collar and resumed her struggle with it

She tilted her head and thought for a moment, reaching out to wake the green-eyed zombie that was dozing off in the coffin. The green-eyed zombie was already accustomed to her sudden whims and remained motionless.

The zombie seemed to understand this time. It took the talisman, tilted its head, and squinted its eyes as it thought for a while. Finally, using its finger as a pen, it wrote on the loose soil at the cave entrance. Once the writing was complete, Qiao'er copied it twice, looking very pleased. However, Qiao'er was troubled: "What does this character mean?"

She also learned from the green-eyed zombie, letting out a cry of "Ah" before collapsing to the ground, dead. The green-eyed zombie, puzzled, reached out to poke her, and the two of them, one living and one dead, continued to play around in the cave.

It reached out to pull away the hand that was tugging at its ear, and Qiao'er leaned closer to it: "Teach me."

Qiao'er was excited: "Is this a dead word?"

She spoke up, disregarding whether it could understand: "You are taking advantage of the zombie's predicament, do you understand? Moreover, it is still one of your kind. Not only do you refuse to help it, but how can you also add insult to injury? You are going too far!"

It enjoys her softly speaking to its ears while being close to it, so every time she annoys it, after soothing it from side to side, it will get up and teach her again

It treats this as playing games with her, and can only patiently teach her when in a particularly good mood. Qiao'er has no choice but to flatter it in every possible way, often hugging its neck and praising it: "Come on, I know you are the best, the most manly, don't be angry, I will be very serious. Please get up..."

When Qiao'er looked at the zombie that was about to be hunted by humans, her heart felt the sympathy of a strong person for the weak. You see, humans have never needed anyone to redeem them; beasts eat humans, thus there are hunters; zombies suck blood, thus there are Taoist priests

The old Daoist Chongling, burdened with thoughts, changed Qiao'er’s diet and water. The characters above gradually became difficult for him to decipher, yet he could naturally discern what they were.

From this point on, during this winter, Qiao'er had something to pass the time—practicing calligraphy

It knows that this toy is easily damaged, so when playing with her, it never extends its claws and does not exert excessive force, thus after pulling for quite a while, it surprisingly has not managed to tear it off.

On that day, it learned an emotion from Qiao'er, called sulking. It turned out that even after a matter was resolved, one could still remain angry

As she looked up high, she saw that it was actually two Taoists battling a zombie. The zombie was dodging the talisman fire, moving with remarkable agility, indicating that it possessed some degree of spiritual power

Therefore, there is truly nothing in this world more cost-effective than worshipping deities

One person and one corpse hurried back in a manner reminiscent of a quarrel between a chicken and a duck, both of them in a state of great agitation. Upon returning to the cave, Qiao'er was still sulking, wrapped in four cotton-padded jackets. The green-eyed zombie reached out to tug at her, but Qiao'er held on tightly and ignored it.

The two Taoists exchanged a glance, both astonished beyond measure. Although ancient texts do record that certain demons and monsters can be subdued and used as mounts, what kind of divine being could ride a flying corpse?

The green-eyed zombie had naturally seen it as well. After standing behind for a while, seeing that the zombie was about to be overwhelmed, Qiao'er felt a twinge of compassion.

The daytime in the coffin is indeed dull, and it is quite willing to teach her to alleviate the boredom. The literature of the dead is not widely circulated in the world; most of the time, it can only be expressed in brief phrases—after all, that is the mother tongue of the demonic and the wicked. Although people are clever, what has been passed down amounts to only about five or six thousand characters, far less than what it understands.

Qiao Er's knowledge of literature is rather limited; she can only briefly respond to her—every zombie, as long as they are able, would do the same

Qiao Er pushed for half a day without any response, feeling somewhat suspicious. She leaned in to take a closer look and discovered that it was actually pretending to be asleep

After a while, Qiao Er finally understood—it was absorbing the spiritual energy of the wild zombies

As time went on, Qiao'er came to understand that it preferred gentle treatment over harshness. Therefore, she often offered it a fruit or something similar to show goodwill. Naturally, it did not eat the fruit, but it was clearly very pleased whenever food was first presented to itself. Consequently, when she later taught it to write, it was noticeably more attentive.

Both of them dared not delay any longer and fled in a disheveled manner

In the coffin, Qiao'er remained crouched on the body of the green-eyed zombie. She felt a bit scared of the old Daoist priest, so she kept pressing closely against the green-eyed zombie without making a sound. The smell of pine resin from the torch spread with the light, and the cave was dim.

The green-eyed zombie lay still with its eyes closed, seemingly playing dead, not moving at all

Even if it did not understand what she was saying, it could still tell that it was not anything good, so it was also very angry and let out a low growl

The green-eyed zombie remained in the shadows, and the two Taoists quickly dealt with that zombie. The wolf fang m.hetushu.com.com moon concealed itself within the layers of clouds. Suddenly, the green-eyed zombie leaped out, startling the two Taoists. When they finally saw clearly, their expressions changed drastically—this, this zombie had glowing green eyes, clearly indicating it was a flying corpse. Even more terrifying was the fact that it was carrying a woman!

It did not seem to understand much, so Qiao'er lifted the coffin lid, crawled out from inside, lit a torch on the cave wall, and picked up the talisman paper that the old Daoist Chongling had left in front of the coffin, gesturing with it in front of it. It also took the talisman paper and gestured with it in front of Qiao'er.

The green-eyed zombie seemed to find her annoying as well, so it growled at her in a low voice. Qiao'er became even angrier: "You dare to growl at me? Am I wrong?! You despicable little person! No, you are a despicable little zombie!"

It reached out, wanting to write on Qiao'er’s chest. Qiao'er, feeling both shy and indignant, slapped its hand down with a swift motion

Suddenly, voices emerged from the dense grass and tangled trees behind, faintly mixed with the low howls of beasts. Qiao'er stretched her head to look, but the movements of the green-eyed zombie were far too swift for her; before she could even extend her head, it was already riding on its neck once more

Qiao'er suddenly had a whimsical thought: if I also learned this language, wouldn't I be able to talk to it?

On this day, the old Daoist Chongling came again and wrote runes for the green-eyed zombie

She has heard the legends of these evil beings, in which zombies and ghosts are always depicted as bloodthirsty and merciless killers. However, beyond the legends, they are also quite pitiable. Humans are not as weak as described in those tales; the legends of beings who effortlessly bless the world and save lives are actually quite laughable. How many years of dedicated cultivation would those deities and demons require to match the intelligence of a ten-year-old child?

Although the lifespan of humans is short, their reproductive rate is far more rapid than that of deities and demons. Therefore, when it comes to the continuation of the species, and the preservation of knowledge over many years, it is possible that deities may fall and demons may fade into oblivion. However, humans will undoubtedly be able to pass on their legacy from generation to generation, thriving endlessly

The teacher that Qiao'er has invited is indeed quite remarkable

Countless devout believers absurdly beseech the protection of the deities, yet they fail to realize that the greatest power actually resides within humanity itself. While the saying that man can conquer nature may not be entirely accurate, is it not even more difficult for nature to triumph over man

And those fruits given to it ultimately all fell into Qiao'er’s mouth. Qiao'er thought that perhaps this is the reason why people like to worship gods—these offerings are presented, the gods at most just take a look, seeking a sense of superiority, but in the end, it is still the people who enjoy them.

Qiao'er found it truly difficult to communicate, and she could not find the words to express herself, so she had to give up. The green-eyed zombie, seeing her inaction, reached out to tug at her cotton coat.

Qiaoer went to pull its ears: "Did you hear that!"

The wild zombie was ultimately powerless to resist. By the time the green-eyed zombie ceased its actions, it had already become motionless. Qiao Er was unsure whether it was dead, but she felt a deep chill: "You... how could you do this?!"

The young Taoist priest is also looking and asks, "Master, what is written on this?"

The next morning, as the old Daoist Chongling entered the cave, he saw crooked characters on the wall as the torch was lit. However, after looking for a while, his expression changed drastically.

... ...

It reacted to her again, but this time with a very happy expression, becoming even more lively.

One night, the green-eyed zombie was still carrying Qiao'er to cause trouble in Xiangyang City, which was forty miles away. On the way back, the green-eyed zombie sensed a place rich in spiritual energy, so it stopped to absorb the natural spiritual energy, while Qiao'er played nearby

After a while, it heard no sound and quietly opened its eyes, only to meet the wide-eyed stare of Qiao'er.