I really didn't expect that I could survive in such a world for three months.

My money was spent in the first week, and I didn't have much money in my pocket.

Even if I spend it, it is obviously not enough.

But I have almost no ability to make money, and I have to rely on opportunism.

Sign language is easy to learn, or the sign language here is too simple.

There are no complicated gestures, nothing more than eating, drinking, urinating, and sleeping.

And I realized that everyone's gestures are not exactly the same.

For example, there are three or four kinds of movements when eating, and as long as you do it, everyone can understand what is going on.

The error tolerance rate is very low, even if you deliberately make random gestures, the other party will not understand at most, but will not think that you can't speak.

So I became a gangster, but I just hang out in the village.

Because they can see people coming from the city, their gestures will be much more standardized.

These women who came from the city seemed to be chasing the women who didn't know how to sign language were obviously coming to me.

I will avoid them and make sure I won't be caught.

Of course, I haven't learned the complex sentence structure, but it's already very good.

As for how I can survive for three months, I rely on almost despicable methods.

Because my body is a woman, and my soul is a man.

Every time it gets dark at night, I can see some women next to the horse shed.

They stood at the corner of the street and gestured with twisting gestures, and a man would follow him.

A man comes forward to give money and will take Ma Peng with him.

I have no choice, this is the way I can make money for the time being.

And I naturally used this method and stayed in the corner of the village and twisted my hand gestures.

When someone came, he reached out to take the money and asked the man to walk into Ma Peng.

And I will do things that women cannot do, and turn them out of Ma Peng's fence.

When the man finds out that I haven't followed, he can't find me even if he turns around and chases me out.

And I ran away from the back alley, and such things have been tried and true.

Of course, I will also encounter someone who is forced to pull me if I don’t pay, so I can only insert my eyes, kick my crotch, hit my throat, and then run away immediately.

I can't stay in the village anymore, part of the reason is that half of the men in the village obviously remember me.

Of course, there is another thing, that is, my lower abdomen is getting bigger and bigger.

Obviously I am pregnant too. If my belly continues to grow bigger, I may not be able to hide it from it and cannot use this method to cheat money.

And I can't get over the fence, my belly is a burden and I can no longer escape from the stables.

So I started to come into contact with the city and went to live in the city with the only money I had.

But the city will cost more, so I can only find a way to waste it.

And it is even more difficult to get rid of despicable things in the city, and there is no good idea.

In the city, everyone is busy with their own affairs.

The technology here seems to be in the hands of a few people, and I have also returned to the vicinity of the volcano.

The entire city is built based on volcanoes, and magma is supplied by volcanoes to provide energy.

Their energy comes all from volcanic magma, not electricity.

Therefore, we have to rely entirely on magma and layout into a scattering state.

The closer you get to the magma, the higher the technology, so that technology is almost invisible in the countryside.

No one in the whole city can speak, the most words are Aba Aba.

Of course, no one can speak. There is a place similar to an altar in the center of the city.

Technology and armed forces here are also the most exaggerated, and people come here to worship every night.

They worship not others, but children who can talk.

These children describe fairy tales to everyone, ranging from one to two every night.

The believers below opened their mouths and spoke, but obviously none of them could keep up and make a sound, because the adults could not speak at all.

I came to the city for a week before I realized what was going on.

The people in the city do not speak, and the children born by us, the resurrected frozen people, are taken to the altar.

They will become talkers here and then start telling fairy tales to adults from childhood.

The work of a slightly older child will be handed over to the younger child, and the children will become employees and continue to live in this altar.

These people who can't speak will speak as gods, and I gradually discovered the problem.

First of all, no child who can speak can be over fifteen years old, even if he becomes a staff member.

Because the children who can talk here will disappear when they are sixteen years old, and they are called returning to the divine realm.

They will celebrate their return to the God Realm on stage, and the adults below will cheer.

But I won't believe it, how can there be any god?

It is obviously very high-tech here, but it is also backward and stupid.

This means that children who can talk never live to adulthood. First of all, I know that speaking is not a talent.

Or maybe normal people can speak, after all, I have watched programs like Wolf Child.

After the child was transferred by a wolf three or four months after he was born, he was treated as a child and returned to the human world more than ten years later.

They can eat, learn but can't speak.

I have permanently lost the ability to speak, and I can probably understand such a thing.

If no one could talk to this person when he was a child, then after a while, he would completely lose the ability to speak.

So now, most people live in a world without languages.

So they can't speak, but on the contrary. According to the truth, we, the children born from the resurrection of frozen human bodies, cannot speak, right?

If they do not communicate and communicate with people who can talk at the age of two or three, they will also lose the ability to speak.

So this means that there should be one or several normal people in the altar who can speak, and they need us to give birth to children, but they just need this child without parents.

We just provide children without identity so that these children can get closer to the priesthood. Instead of performing on stage, there will be scenes like crying parents in the audience.

I didn't see who the person behind the scenes was, but I could understand that they used words to achieve the difference between God and man.

God is the one who can speak, and man is the one who cannot speak and is inferior.

And everyone seemed to follow this statement, and even were extremely pious to children who could talk.

I was the only one who could see through the inside, but obviously I couldn't say anything.

This kind of low-level trick is actually the rule of the whole world.

Today, the children on the altar said something, and there will be a divine announcement at the end of the month.

This means that these children are just children of God, and God will appear at the end of the month.

I'm actually curious about what's going on, and I want to know more.

But I understand that I don't have the ability to come out to oppose the so-called God. I think it's already known that a talking woman was lost in the city.

Because they sent people to the countryside to find me, it means they would also find me in the city.

But after all, I am looking for a woman who can talk, so this matter is very secretive.

They didn't dare to blatantly, but there were people similar to police who were talking to each other and they would let them go as soon as they met. They just changed a few questions occasionally, and I could answer these gestures.

Even if my gestures are not very formal, my clothes will be considered to be from the countryside at most.
Chapter completed!