Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

"Is there really no way to cure her?"

he asked.

"Of course there are. If someone is strong enough to withstand her and can keep talking about their own happiness to break her defenses, they will not only avoid bad luck, but can also absorb the luck she has accumulated."

"The Blood Warrior said."

"Is that really true? Won't her elevator doors be bursting open from the crowd?"

No matter what, it's just an elevator. Their skills are probably not as good as those of employees at the department head level or above, and no one can complain about having too much luck.

"Ministers and above cannot trigger this mechanism, and a person can only trigger it once in their lifetime. The luck gained will also gradually decrease, so what you said will not happen."

"That's what the Blood Warrior explained."

"No wonder."

Liu Zheng nodded.

If this mechanism had no restrictions, that woman would probably be constantly stuffed with employees of the Hyakki Yagyō Bathhouse.

But now that you mention it, he's actually interested in going to sit with that woman.

Although the last lucky fishing caused a huge uproar, the result was still good.

This not only introduced him to the super big shot Red Ghost, but also successfully left a deep impression on Si Xue.

Anyone who works regularly knows the importance of making sure your boss remembers you; even a negative impression is sometimes better than no impression at all.

Therefore, there is a saying: "Report frequently, whether there is anything to report or not, so that you can get promoted every year."

Speaking of which, he promised to help Bai Yu Chicken smash the lottery shop but hasn't done it yet. If he could have another chance, he might be lucky enough to win the grand prize.

Will it be a chance to have dinner with the Supreme Speaker, or a truckload of "eugenic drugs" to make cattle and horses kneel before him and sing "Conquer"?

Oh dear, this is such a difficult choice.

"Your Excellency, Your Excellency?"

The Blood Warrior interrupted Liu Zheng's delusions.

"Ahem, what's wrong?"

He wiped his mouth and said.

"The elevator cannot remain stationary indefinitely. If you are ready, I will keep my promise."

"The Blood Warrior said."

"Oh, then go ahead and pay up. Wait, how do you plan to pay up?"

Liu Zheng had a bad feeling.

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

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

The blood color on the blade of "Shishoumaru" faded, turning into a ghastly white like bones, while the back of the blade transformed into segments of bone protrusions, resembling a spine.

"Heavenly Sound Killing Style: Final Form!"

He shouted out the name of the move and then swung his knife at Liu Zheng.

The wind from the blades pierced through those bony protrusions, turning into a howling sound like ghosts wailing and wolves howling.

The blood-red clouds in the sky seemed to resonate with this, and a torrential rain of blood 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."

Seeing this scene, the poem subconsciously came to Liu Zheng's mind.

However, although the opponent's move names were frightening and the special effects were also frightening, he did not feel any real killing intent.

Therefore, he did not use those props, but instead tentatively let a few drops of blood fall on him.

"Chi chi chi!"

Numerous knife marks immediately appeared on the area where the drops hit, and blood gushed out like a burst high-pressure water pipe.

Then, more blood rained down on Liu Zheng's body, transforming into countless invisible blade energies that quickly carved countless blade patterns on his body.

However, thanks to the Blood Warrior's deliberate control, his head was not injured.

"With knife skills like that, it's a real shame you're not working in the kitchen."

Liu Zheng commented.

"Haha, you may not know this, but before I became a samurai, I was a cook. And when I was at home, I was the one who did the cooking."

The Blood Warrior said with a hint of smugness.

"awesome."

He raised his tentacles, which had been shaved into spiral potato chip shapes, towards the Blood Warrior.

Since they've already been skinned alive, their lingerie is naturally beyond saving.

"By the way, am I going to be running around naked when I go out later?"

Liu Zheng thought of an important question.

"Rest assured, this is not a true physical space. Any damage you suffer will only be reflected on yourself and will not affect your belongings."

"The Blood Warrior said."

"Oh, that's fine."

Otherwise, he really wouldn't know how to explain to Thirteen Yao that he was a fit and handsome man when he entered the elevator, but turned into a tentacle monster when he came out.

You can't exactly say he was cosplaying, can you?

"So where is this quick-learning sword technique you mentioned?"

The system gave no notification, and Liu Zheng suspected that this guy might just be looking for an excuse to beat him up.

"Please be patient, sir. Let the flesh and blood grow for a while."

The Blood Warrior gave a mysterious smile.

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

he threatened.

"I value my word above all else, and I fear neither life nor death. How could I possibly deceive you for a mere set of sword techniques?"

The Blood Warrior glared at him.

"Besides, isn't your revenge far too vicious?"

His eyes suddenly flickered.

"Hmph, you can't stand firm if you're not ruthless. 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, perhaps I wouldn't have ended up like this."

The Blood Warrior sighed again.

"Don't think too much. Even if you didn't get into trouble that time, who knows what might happen next time? You might not even have a chance to save your wife and children."

He comforted.

"Is this how you usually comfort people?"

The Blood Warrior asked with a complicated expression.

"Of course, after I comforted them, the suicidal people no longer wanted to commit suicide."

Liu Zheng's tone was very proud.

Because they all want to kill you, right?

"You may now select the floor."

Blood Warrior decided to let him leave quickly; talking to him was more unbearable than talking to a woman in an elevator.

As the Blood Warrior finished speaking, the surrounding crimson color quickly faded, and his figure gradually disappeared.

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

Liu Zheng asked quickly.

"I no longer use my old name. My current code name at the bathhouse is, Ichisho."

After the Blood Warrior finished speaking, he disappeared completely.

"Great name, it sounds like someone who's a master of Iaijutsu."

He praised her, regardless of whether the Blood Warrior could hear him or not.

Regaining his attention, Liu Zheng looked around.

He was in a very spacious elevator lobby, about the size of a large elevator in a top-tier hospital.

Unlike those large medical elevators, this elevator's walls and floor are not made of metal, but of wood, and it creaks and groans when you move it.

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

This may also be the breakthrough for Liu Zheng to establish relationships with other employees of the Hyakki Yagyō Bathhouse.

As he pondered, he pressed the button for the 7th floor.

Chapter 382 I love claypot rice with soup

With a sound of a winch sliding, the elevator slowly ascended.

The upward speed is not fast, even slower than the elevator in Liu Zheng's residential area in reality, and comparable to the office building elevator during the morning rush hour when there is no pause.

The technological creations of the metropolis are always like this: their performance in one aspect exceeds expectations, while in another aspect it falls below the minimum.

However, he wasn't in a hurry, so he began to examine the elevator floor buttons with great interest.

Just as Samurai Ichifa said, the elevator floor buttons were so rusted that Liu Zheng's fingers were covered in brown rust from just pressing them.

Are there security cameras in the elevator?

he asked suddenly.

"Of course I can. But I can do a little something extra. What do you want to do?"

The sound of Samurai Ichika came through the microphone.

"Since we're just idling around anyway, we might as well do something good."

As Liu Zheng spoke, he lifted a corner of the lingerie, revealing a tentacle that was healing.

He pressed his tentacle onto the first button in the first row of the floor plan, and then smeared it with his own blood.

After applying the first layer of paint evenly, he started applying the next layer.

Although it sounds complicated, Liu Zheng's current hand speed allowed him to complete the application in just over a minute.

This time is also enough for the blood and rust to react.

"Now, it's time to witness a miracle."

Liu Zheng took out the legendary underwear and wiped the floor buttons soaked in blood like he was wiping glass.

Items recognized by the system can also be used as ordinary items, and their use will not be affected as long as the damage is not beyond the limit.

The bloodstains and rust on the floor keys were gradually wiped away by the legendary underwear, revealing the shiny base color.

"As expected of me, I'm just as good as a cleaner."

He looked at the newly renovated floor plan and said with great satisfaction.

"Well, actually I'm not in such a hurry, there's no need for you to trouble yourself to wipe it with your own clothes."

Samurai Ichifa's tone was somewhat subtle.

He used his own blood to wipe away the rust for him. If you ask him if he was moved or not, he definitely was.

If he were still in human form, even if we don't become sworn brothers, we should at least acknowledge him as a friend.

But Samurai Ichiha is now the spirit of the elevator, and the floor buttons are essentially his body.