Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

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"Effect: Every half hour, you will randomly receive a poison status that lasts for the entire instance."

"Note: The fermented soybean juice made from the bile of fish from sewers and fermented soybeans is the best proof of daring to challenge oneself."

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

Okay, okay, so it's not even a drink anymore, is it?

Since both of these ingredients were fish from the sewers, he essentially shot himself in the foot.

"My lord, please have your meal."

Liu Zheng respectfully served the staff meal.

"You think I'm stupid?"

The ox and horse rolled their eyes at him.

"Finish it all, or I'll beat you up even if you leave a drop of soup."

Chapter 108 The Value of a Lucky 0

Liu Zheng finished a large portion of braised pork offal from the sewer with tears in his eyes.

Then, a large, red, and swollen lump grew on one of my legs.

That's a minor matter; a simple cut will solve the problem.

The problem is, it really tastes awful.

He couldn't tell the difference between eating this and eating shit.

No, even eating shit would taste better than this. At least shit doesn't have that industrial pollutant smell.

"I suspect you gave me a fake Joker card."

Liu Zheng rinsed his mouth vigorously and then said.

"Bullshit! When have we ever sold counterfeit goods?"

"Delego says you sold counterfeit liquor from them."

"The past is the past, the present is the present. You should be content. If it weren't for the Joker giving you a hand, you'd be dead by now."

Niu Ma rolled his eyes at him.

"Was that order hard to deliver?"

Liu Zheng understood the refined meaning from the music.

"Hehe, the order from the old town, what do you say?"

"I hope we don't run into another cultist?"

"No, it's just that I ran into a group of cyborgs driving an Impart, and I almost got riddled with more than twenty holes and then fitted with more than a dozen horsewhips."

The oxen and horses looked up at the sky.

"vomit!"

Just thinking about that scene made him feel nauseous.

"Just hearing about you makes me sick, I saw it with my own eyes. Damn it, now I can't even get hard in front of black market prostitutes."

The cows and horses looked utterly dejected.

"You've worked so hard. How about getting a massage to relax?"

"You've lost your hands, how can you still provide massage?"

The oxen and horses looked at him with their eyes askew.

"You can't take it by hand, but you can push it. And there are many massage techniques, there's bound to be one that suits your touch."

Liu Zheng said.

"Alright, let's give it a try."

The cattle and horses lay down on the haystack.

He stood beside the cattle and horses, still recalling the massage techniques he had learned.

Massage generally falls into four main categories: kneading body parts, rubbing the body, vibrating limbs, and mobilizing joints.

It can be further subdivided into more than a hundred methods, such as pressing, pressing, tapping, grasping, flat pushing, rubbing, patting, shaking, etc.

Liu Zhengbai's master was truly skilled; he knew almost all the subdivisions of the Dharma.

He only studied it out of interest, so he didn't learn it all, but he mastered some of the four main categories.

Considering his current condition and the size of cattle and horses, Liu Zheng decided to focus on using two main categories: limb vibration and joint movement.

He took a deep breath and raised his four tentacles high, like four spatulas.

And the marbled beef from Niu Ma is today's ingredient.

"Clap clap clap clap!"

The slapping sounds rang out rapidly and continuously, almost forming a series.

The expressions of the cattle and horses gradually changed from discomfort to comfort.

Feeling the intense percussion, Liu Zhengzhi was filled with pride.

With this skill alone, he wouldn't have to worry about going hungry in this bizarre world.

If the city hall had asked him to apply for a job at a massage parlor, he'd probably be the head technician by now.

Give him some more time to accumulate experience, and he could become a store manager.

Liu Zheng even came up with a name for the shop: "Liu's Authentic Massage and Bone Setting, Medical Insurance Accepted".

As he fantasized, he lifted the front legs of the ox and horse.

The leg muscles of cattle and horses are quite stiff from running around delivering food all the time. Liu is planning to use a combination of shaking and patting techniques to help them relax.

Then, he was kicked against the wall.

"puff!"

Liu Zheng spat out a mouthful of blood, and several of his sternum bones were broken.

"Boss, what are you doing?"

He said with difficulty.

"Huh? How did you get onto the wall?"

The oxen and horses opened their eyes, looking completely bewildered.

"I was kicked by you."

Liu Zheng remained silent.

"You're crazy, why would I kick you for no reason?"

The oxen and horses were even more speechless than him.

"That's probably a conditioned reflex. You need to control it this time."

He recovered and went back to the cattle and horses.

Then, he was kicked away again.

"You still say you didn't do it on purpose!"

Liu Zheng was furious.

"It's really not my fault. If I had done it on purpose, you would have burst open."

The ox and horse said innocently.

"Forget it, I'll try a different method."

He sighed.

As it turns out, using other methods didn't make it much safer.

In one push, he was beaten by oxen and horses more than a dozen times.

Fortunately, the flesh and blood were not damaged much, so there was no need to consume dried fish to replenish it.

"Cool!"

The ox and horse let out a comfortable bellow and sprawled out in a starfish shape.

"You're having a good time, but I'm suffering terribly."

Liu Zheng sat on the ground, looking utterly hopeless.

Being massaged while simultaneously acting as a punching bag—what kind of human suffering is this?

"You're not going to die, so what are you whining about? Here, here, I'll just postpone my trip to Paradise Island for two days, okay?"

"The ox and horse said impatiently."

"That's a good feeling."

He was happy now.

But why are cattle and horses suddenly so easy to talk to?

Liu Zhengcai did not believe that it postponed its vacation out of guilt.

"You didn't postpone it because the cyborg caused your erectile dysfunction, did you?"

He suddenly thought.

"Humph."

The ox and horse turned over and ignored him.

Clearly, Liu Zheng was right.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk."

He couldn't even imagine how terrifying the cyborg's Imperium was, that even an old bastard like Niu Ma couldn't handle it.

Perhaps these few bad lucks had been worn off, or perhaps the lucky clown card had started to work its magic, because no more unexpected problems arose afterward.

Three orders came in along the way, and Niu and Ma kept their promise and delivered them themselves.

However, it always seems to run into some kind of trouble.

The third time, it ran into a gang fight, and the little bit of broken horn it had managed to grow was shot off again.

"Hey kid, what's your name again?"

The ox and horse stroked their broken horns and spoke in a sinister tone.

"Liu Zheng."

"Liu Zheng, I'll fuck your grandpa!"

The cattle and horses cursed angrily.

Liu Zheng's old man, whom he had never met, was raped again.

Wait, why did he say "again"?

"You must have passed on your bad luck to me. You'd better make it up to me, or you can go by yourself next time."

The cattle and horses refused to give in.