It's a hell game, who can still be a human being?

Chapter 381 The Richness of Metropolitan Vocabulary

"How do I know that you will not break your promise?"

The Blood Warrior said.

"Oh, only an ignorant country bumpkin like you would suspect that I'm cheating on you."

Liu Zheng sneered.

"Do you know who I'm dealing with? The daughter of a noble family is just a piece of cake. Going to the city hall to rescue someone is just a routine operation. I'd be ashamed if I cheated you out of an elevator."

"Then why are you working in a country bathhouse like ours? Isn't that a waste of your talent?"

The Blood Warrior questioned.

"Why are you playing dumb? I don't believe you can't see that I came here prepared, with a purpose and an agenda."

He curled his lips.

"Uh"

His attitude was so frank that it was difficult for the Blood Warrior to ridicule him.

"I am also an old employee of the bathhouse. Aren't you afraid that I will expose you?"

After a while, the Blood Warrior said.

"Without the diamond, how could I dare to take on the porcelain job? I really want to leave. Not to mention you, even if she comes in person, she can't stop me."

"Besides, I don't think the Hundred Demons Bathhouse is more important to you than your wife and children."

Liu Zheng said confidently.

"Indeed. Unfortunately, you missed one point."

The Blood Warrior nodded first, then shook his head.

"Which point?"

"Since that gentleman has hired me as the spirit of the elevator, why wouldn't he set some rules for me?"

The blood warrior raised his sword, and countless spells appeared on the blade.

Of course, Liu Zheng couldn't understand a single word, and the system didn't help him translate.

"These spells are both a means of maintaining my existence and a cage that restricts my words and actions. If you hadn't said it, I could still pretend not to know. But now, they are urging me to kill the enemies of the Hundred Ghosts."

As the Blood Warrior spoke, the spell on the blade began to swim like tadpoles.

"Who told you and me that we are enemies with the Hundred Ghosts?"

he asked strangely.

"Ah? Didn't you just say that you came prepared, with a purpose and an agenda?"

The Blood Warrior repeated the difficult idiom he had just pronounced.

"Yes, but I didn't say I had any intentions against the Hundred Ghosts."

Liu Zheng said with his hands on his hips.

"And who is your Excellency?"

"Let me ask you first, you probably don't have a good impression of her, right?"

"Of course not. How can such a greedy and stingy person be worthy of being the owner of the bathhouse?"

The Blood Warrior said decisively.

“She wouldn’t even spend the money to get air conditioning for the elevator.”

"Huh? You guys still need air conditioning?"

He gave a puzzled look.

"That's natural. The elevator is our body, so its feelings will naturally be fed back to us."

"My floor key has been rusty for a long time. I have reported it to the General Affairs Department many times, but she refused to replace it for me, saying that it was just a makeshift one."

"It really pisses me off!"

The blood warrior showed an indignant expression.

"Uh, three seconds of silence in your honor. By the way, do you chat with the other two elevators?"

Liu Zheng asked with some curiosity.

"Of course. But I don't get along with those two guys, so we don't talk much. In the past hundred years, we've only talked a few dozen times."

The Blood Warrior nodded.

"With those two ladders."

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he didn't know how to complain for a moment.

I can only say that it is worthy of being the Met, as it is always able to enrich his vocabulary.

Then again, they only chatted a few dozen times in a hundred years, which is equivalent to less than once a year.

Considering the proximity of their "workstations", they can be called the most familiar strangers.

"So what should we do with these two?"

Liu Zheng asked.

Now that you're here, you might as well learn as much information as you can.

He might not be able to always take the Blood Warrior elevator, so he should be prepared in case he was forced to take the other two.

"That old man is easy to deal with. All you need to do is tell him some interesting stories and make him laugh."

The Blood Warrior thought for a moment and said.

"It's a bit difficult. I'm usually very serious. They say I have no sense of humor."

Liu Zheng scratched his head and said.

“I think they are too humorous.”

The Blood Warrior really wanted to complain like this, but he didn't say it out of consideration for the relationship.

"If there is nothing interesting to do, playing chess with him can also please him. Of course, it's best not to win."

After a moment's silence, he said.

"What kind of chess? How good are you at it?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"I can play shogi, Chinese chess, and go. I am good at shogi, so I am considered an intermediate player. Chinese chess is second, but I can only be considered an intermediate player. Go is third, but I am only a beginner."

"However, this person is particularly fond of Go. Every time we chat, he will hold my hand and play a few games."

The Blood Warrior said.

"Well, another one who likes to play more as he becomes less skilled."

He raised his brow and said.

We really should bring cows and horses to the Bathhouse Street; they would have a lot in common with this old man.

"As for that woman, she is a bit troublesome."

The Blood Warrior frowned, as if recalling some unpleasant memories.

"That woman loves to hear people's sad stories. The sadder they are, the more sad she cries."

"But her crying can ruin a person's luck. The louder she cries, the stronger the effect."

"It can even bring bad luck to a person, causing him to die instantly."

He said.

"Why don't you just tell me something less sad?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"But she can't. If what the visitor says is not sad enough, she will use some means to make meeting her the saddest thing for the visitor."

The Blood Warrior said with a wry smile.

"Good fellow, you're creating sadness when there's none, right? Chunchun is bringing the bad guys along."

He clicked his tongue in surprise.

"Who would say it isn't? Every time we chat, she likes to pick on my sore spots. And she's a woman, so even if I'm not happy, I can't take it too seriously. It's really a headache."

“So we can only reduce the amount of small talk to avoid being bored.”

The Blood Warrior said with an unwavering expression.

"So what you mean by incompatibility of temperament is actually incompatibility of temperament with her, right?"

"That's true. Although the old man has a strange temper, his words are pleasant to the ears when he's not playing chess. But the woman always comes to interfere, and we two can't argue with her, which is really annoying."

The blood warrior had a sad look on his face.

"You reminded me of a problem I saw once."

"What's the problem?"

The blood warrior asked.

"What kind of stupid coworker have you encountered at work?"

Liu Zheng replied.

When he saw this problem, he had just switched to being a journalist and was beginning to be dissatisfied with his superiors and colleagues.

So he not only read all the highly-rated answers to that question, he also anonymously wrote an extremely long answer of more than ten thousand words, which even made it to the front page.

Fortunately, his leaders and colleagues don’t use that platform much, otherwise Liu Zheng would probably have to change his career again.

"Ugh!"

The Blood Warrior sighed. "My condolences."

He cast a sympathetic look at the blood warrior.

The Blood Warrior's life was already rough enough, and even after it became like this, he still had to meet stupid colleagues. It is really sad to hear about it and makes people cry when they hear about it.

"what?"

Liu Zheng seemed to know why women always like to chat with blood warriors in the elevator.

"Then there is no way to cure her?"

he asked.

"Of course there is. If someone is strong enough to resist her and can keep telling her about their happiness to make her break down, not only will they not be plagued by bad luck, but they can also absorb the luck she has accumulated."

The Blood Warrior said.

"Is there such a good thing? Wouldn't her elevator door be squeezed by people?"

After all, it's just an elevator. His ability should not be as good as those of employees above the rank of department director, and no one would complain about having too little luck.

"No one above the level of Minister can trigger this mechanism, and it can only be triggered once in a lifetime, and the luck gained will gradually decrease, so what you said will not happen."

The Blood Warrior explained.

"No wonder."

Liu Zheng nodded.

If this mechanism had no restrictions, the woman would probably be constantly filled with the employees of the Hundred Ghosts Bathhouse.

But now that he heard it, he was actually interested in sitting with that woman.

Although the last lucky fishing trip caused a stir, the result was still good.

Not only did he get to know the super boss Red Ghost, but he also successfully left a deep impression on Si Xue.

People who often work know the importance of making their boss remember them. Even a negative impression is sometimes better than no impression at all.

So there is a saying that goes, "Report more often, whether you have something to do or not, so that you can change your position every year."

By the way, he promised to help the White Feather Chicken fry lottery tickets but hasn’t gone to the shop yet. If he can come again, he’d be lucky. Maybe he can win the top prize?

At that time, should he exchange it directly for a chance to dine with the Supreme Speaker, or exchange it for a truckload of "eugenics drugs" to make cattle and horses kneel before him and sing "Conquer"?
Oh, it’s so hard to choose.

"Sir, sir?"

The blood warrior interrupted Liu Zheng's delusion.

"Ahem, what's wrong?"

He wiped the corner of his mouth and said.

"The elevator cannot stay still. If you are ready, I will fulfill my promise."

The Blood Warrior said.

"Oh, then you cash it. Wait, how are you going to cash it?"

Liu Zheng had a bad feeling.

"Since you are immortal, you will naturally use the most convenient method."

A smile appeared on the blood warrior's face, and then he drew his sword fiercely.

The blade of "Shishamaru" lost its blood color and turned as pale as bones, while the back of the blade turned into bone protrusions, like a spine.

"Heavenly Sound Killing Style: Final Style!"

He called out the name of the move and swung his sword at Liu Zheng.

The wind from the knife passed through the bone protrusions and turned into a howling sound like ghosts and wolves.

The blood clouds in the sky seemed to resonate as well, and a bloody rain began to fall.

"I lifted my sword while riding astride and swung the ghost rain, causing bones as white as a mountain bird to fly away."

Watching this scene, this poem subconsciously appeared in Liu Zheng's mind.

However, even though the names of the opponent's moves were scary and the special effects were scary, he did not feel any real killing intent.

Therefore, he did not use those props, but tentatively let a few drops of blood rain hit him.

"Chi chi chi!"

Countless knife marks immediately appeared on the part that was hit by the drops, and blood spurted out like a broken high-pressure water pipe.

Then, more blood rain fell on Liu Zheng's body and turned into countless invisible sword auras, which soon carved countless sword flowers on his body.

However, under the Blood Warrior's deliberate control, his head did not suffer any injuries.

"With your knife skills, it's a shame you don't work in the kitchen."

Liu Zheng commented.

"Haha, you don't know that I was a cook before I became a samurai. And I am the one who cooks at home."

The Blood Warrior said with some pride.

"awesome."

He raised his tentacles, which were cut into spiral potato chip shapes, towards the blood warrior.

Since they had been skinned alive, the erotic costumes naturally could not be preserved.

"By the way, I won't be running around naked when I go out later, right?"

Liu Zheng thought of an important question.

"Don't worry, sir. This is not a real material space. The damage you suffer will only be reflected on your body and will not affect the items you carry with you."

The Blood Warrior said.

"Oh, that's fine."

Otherwise, he really didn't know how to explain to Shisanyao that he was a muscular man when he entered the elevator, but became a tentacle monster when he exited the elevator.

You can't say he is playing COSPALY, right?
"So where is the quick sword technique you mentioned?"

The system didn't give any prompts. Liu Zheng wondered if this guy was just looking for an excuse to beat him up.

"Don't be impatient, sir. Let the flesh and blood grow for a while."

The blood warrior smiled mysteriously.

"You better not be lying to me, or I'll tell that woman in the elevator that you like her."

he threatened.

"I have made a promise worth a thousand gold. I am not afraid of life or death. How could I deceive you for a mere set of swordsmanship?"

The blood warrior glared.

"Besides, your revenge is too vicious, isn't it?"

His eyes suddenly flickered.

"Hehe, if you are not ruthless, you can't stand firm. As long as you don't lie to me, I won't retaliate against you."

Liu Zheng said proudly.

"Alas, I admire your character. If I had been as ruthless as you, I might not have ended up like this."

The Blood Warrior sighed again.

"Don't think too much. Even if nothing happened to you that time, maybe something will happen next time? What if your wife and children don't even have a chance to be saved?"

he comforted.

".Does Your Excellency usually comfort people like this?"

The Blood Warrior asked with a complicated expression.

"Of course, the suicidal people who were comforted by me no longer wanted to commit suicide on the spot."

Liu Zheng's tone was very proud.

Because they all want to kill you, right?

"Your Excellency may press the floor button now."

The Blood Warrior decided to let him go quickly. Chatting with him was more uncomfortable than chatting with a woman in the elevator.

As the Blood Warrior finished his words, the blood color around him quickly faded away, and his figure gradually faded away.

"By the way, I still don't know what your name is?"

Liu Zheng hurriedly asked.

"My old name is no longer used. My code name in the bathhouse is now Yifa."

The Blood Warrior disappeared completely after he finished speaking.

"What a nice name. He sounds like an expert in Iai."

He praised, not caring whether the blood warrior could hear him or not.

Liu Zheng retracted his attention and looked around.

He was seen in a very spacious elevator room, which was about the same size as the large elevators in a tertiary hospital.

But unlike those large medical elevators, the walls and floors of this elevator are not made of metal, but of wood, and they squeak when they move.

Considering the correlation between the elevator status and the Blood Warrior experience, it’s no wonder that he was so dissatisfied with Grandma Tang.

This may also be a breakthrough for Liu Zheng to establish relationships with other employees of Baiguixing Bathhouse.

As he thought, he pressed the button for level 7.

(End of this chapter)