Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

Liu Zheng shook his head.

"Oh, is this your friend's meat?"

"Yaoji asked."

"Well, that's not the case."

"That's good. Are you looking at the packaging to find out where your friend is? Was it taken back to a farm? Is it male or female?"

Yaoji asked a barrage of questions, her eyes full of curiosity.

"No, I was just curious. No, at most it was taken back to the kitchen. It's a male, and it already has a female cow or horse wife."

He answered the other person's questions one by one.

"Tch, you're so boring."

Not hearing what he wanted to hear, Yaoji looked quite disappointed.

"I think this kind of thing can be meaningless."

Liu Zheng squinted and said.

"Are you done chatting? If not, let's go outside and continue. You guys are having a great time, but my guys are still hungry."

Eight interrupted their conversation.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Uncle Hachijo. Here, hurry up and feed those black dumplings."

Yaoji shoved the basket into Liu Zheng's hands.

"Okay, how do I feed it?"

he asked.

"Take the contents out and put them on the ground, then smash them hard."

As he spoke, Hachijo threw a hammer down from the platform.

Liu Zheng jumped up and caught the hammer, then was slammed to the ground by the force it carried.

"Gan!"

He stood up and looked at his arm, which was swollen.

Fortunately, he managed to protect his face in time, thus preserving his handsome appearance.

"Good weight."

Liu Zheng tried to lift the hammer, which was only the size of a fist, as if he were lifting a car.

"The quality of the new massage therapists is getting worse and worse. They struggle to even lift a hammer. How can they give massages to customers when they're so weak?"

Hachijo mocked.

"Uncle Hachijo, you're not right about that."

When it comes to his professional competence, he still has to defend himself.

"Massage isn't about strength, it's about technique. If it were just about brute force, why not just hire a few pile drivers as masseuses?"

"Can you compare to a pile driver? Your two blows wouldn't even loosen my skin."

Eight of them glared and puffed out their beards.

"Really? Did your eyes roll back when I pressed you down just now?"

Liu Zheng raised an eyebrow.

"real or fake?"

Yaoji looked at Batiao in surprise.

This old man has this side to him?

"What are you looking at me for? Get to work! I don't need people who can only talk the talk."

Eight people were enraged.

"Oh~"

The rooster drawled out its sound.

It appears to be true.

Liu Zheng carried a hammer and a basket and walked to the platform.

He put the basket on the ground, lifted the floral cloth on top, and underneath were colorful, blocky objects.

"what is this?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"This is silt."

"One chicken replied."

"silt?"

This looks more like a stone.

"It did start out as mud, but it turned into stone after settling for a long time. I'm not entirely sure about the specific process; that's what the general affairs department is handling."

"That's what Yaoji said."

"Can we eat it?"

he asked.

"Sure, if you want to become a lump of mud too."

Eight voices drifted from above.

"Uncle Hachijo, you're scaring the newbies again."

Yaoji turned around and glared at him.

"We can indeed eat this, but it needs to be specially processed. And unless you want to stay at the bathhouse for a long time, I suggest you don't eat it."

She turned to Liu Zheng and said.

"Why, Yoko-neechan?"

"The more you eat this, the more you'll become dependent on the bathhouse."

"Yaoji said softly."

"Has Yoko-neechan tried it?"

"I ate it before my sister got married."

Yaoji hesitated for a moment, but still answered his question.

With a powerful backer, she no longer needed to eat this to improve her survival rate.

"understood."

Liu Zheng nodded and grabbed a handful of "mud" from the basket.

The system still hasn't displayed the item description, which could be because he doesn't own it yet, or because these "sludge" items are not within the scope of item identification.

Regardless of which one, he gave up the idea of ​​trying it.

When the "sludge" was scattered on the ground like chicken droppings, the black lumps immediately emerged from the pipes and formed circles around the "sludge".

"Little guys, make room for me."

Liu Zheng shouted.

"Chi chi chi chi!"

The black balls obediently moved a little further out.

"He truly possesses a natural talent for working."

He couldn't help but sigh.

They are cute, eat little, work a lot, ask for little, and are even prone to dying.

Such chosen workers would move even slave owners to tears.

He swung the hammer and smashed it into the "mud" on the ground.

"clang!"

The colorful stones shattered with a sound, bursting forth like multicolored sparks.

"grumble!"

The little black balls waved their tiny hands and jumped up, swallowing the sparks whole.

"interesting."

He felt a deep sense of nostalgia as he watched this scene.

I remembered that he did something similar when he was a child, sitting on the rooftop, opening his mouth to look at the stars, and eating them one by one.

Then the orphanage director, who was checking the dormitories, would grab his ear, twist it, and drag him off the rooftop.

"Chi! Chi!"

The black lumps that swallowed the Martian immediately swelled up, becoming larger than themselves.

They were chirping urgently, looking like they were in great distress.

"Did they eat too much?"

Liu Zheng subconsciously stopped his pounding.

Why stop?

Eight turned around and asked.

"They look like they've eaten too much."

he replied.

"That's not because she's overeaten, that's because she's about to give birth."

"what?"

Liu Zheng's eyes widened.

"Hurry up and smash it, otherwise, if they're malnourished, they'll give birth to a bunch of deformed babies."

Eight urging points.

"Uh, I understand."

Suddenly feeling immense pressure, he quickly picked up the hammer again.

"clang!"

"clang!"

"clang!"

This time he didn't hold back, swinging his fist as fast as he could with all his might.

Sparks kept exploding under his hammer, only to be swallowed up by the swarming black lumps.

Gradually, more and more pregnant black lumps appeared, until all the emerging black lumps had become very large-bellied.

"Chi! Chi!"

However, the black lumps, whose bellies were already swollen to the limit, showed no sign of giving birth; they simply lay on the ground, moaning in pain.

"Now how to do?"

Liu Zheng couldn't help but feel anxious.

"Smash it."

Eight return routes.

"Smash them?"

“That’s right. Black Dumplings have many ways of conceiving, and those who get pregnant in this way can only give birth in this way.”