Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

However, Liu Zheng nodded as if he hadn't heard.

"This idiot!"

Yaoji was both anxious and angry, and pulled out a flower card from his pocket.

However, the pattern on the flower cards is not one of the forty-eight common patterns, but rather a pattern of trying to catch the moon in the water.

This is a tip from a customer; as long as the flower card is stuck on the ground, a puddle will appear on the ground.

She can retrieve a designated target simply by reaching her hand into the puddle.

If there is a moon in the sky at this time, the little chicken can also jump into the puddle and then appear on the nearest water surface.

Whether you're looking to attack or escape, it's a great item.

She also really liked the look of it, so she always kept it close to her body and didn't even trade it for something better.

However, when Liu Zheng encountered a crisis, she took it out without hesitation.

But just as Yaoji was about to slam the flower tile to the ground, Liu Zheng swiftly swung his knife, cleaving the three tiles in two, head and body.

"This water is too clean; the guests definitely won't like it. Let me change it for you."

He picked up the wooden bucket, poured the water inside aside, and then put the three disintegrating bodies inside.

Chapter 398 This human is even stranger than a monster.

Liu Zheng looked at the three lifeless eyes, but felt no emotion.

The living are more important than the dead, and more important than the living dead.

"There's so much left, we can't waste it."

He glanced at the remaining mud on the ground and muttered to himself, then lay down and rolled around on the ground.

"Renhe, what are you doing?"

Liu Tong was dumbfounded.

Is this newcomer crazy?

Or perhaps, he too was corrupted by Lord Ōkawaryu?

“Go and bring him back.”

Liu Tong spoke to those on either side.

Two burly technicians stepped forward and walked towards Liu Zheng.

"do not move."

Liu Zheng lay on the ground and raised his butcher's knife at them.

The butcher's knife was covered in mud, but that did not diminish its imposing presence in the slightest.

The two technicians involuntarily stopped and turned to look at the six of bamboo.

This knife first shattered six shields with a single stroke, then chopped off the heads of three others with another. It would probably be just as easy to cut down the other two.

"Renhe, do you want to rebel?"

Liu Tong said in a deep voice.

"If you doubt someone, don't use them; if you use someone, don't doubt them. Minister Liu, since you've agreed to let me handle this, please carry it out to the end."

"Otherwise, you can choose to kill me now."

Liu Zheng said this while smearing mud all over his body.

"Do you think I don't dare?"

An angry expression flickered across Liu Tong's face.

"Of course you dare, but you won't. You're a man destined to be a minister, how could you lack even this much magnanimity?"

He pulled his mouth out of the mud, revealing a filthy smile.

"Tch! Do it, do whatever you want."

"But whether you live or die, I'll definitely teach you how to respect your seniors after this is over. Even the minister can't stop me, I'm telling you."

Liu Tong spat on the ground and cursed under his breath.

"We guarantee you'll have a blast."

Liu Zheng got up, looked at the clean floor, and nodded in satisfaction.

I must say, this lingerie set has pretty strong absorbency; it would probably be great as a rag too.

He got up, picked up the butcher's knife again, and staggered toward the next mud figure.

"This newcomer is fucking weird."

One of the technicians couldn't help but say.

"Yeah, it's clearly a human, but it feels even weirder than those monsters."

Another technician chimed in.

Ghosts are a type of spirit, and they are born in all sorts of strange ways. They generally do not appear in large numbers and have no ability to reproduce.

They generally have low intelligence, but sometimes they exhibit extraordinary wisdom.

In the eyes of metropolitan dwellers, these things are less like living beings and more like rules or phenomena.

Generally speaking, bathhouses are not very willing to accommodate these strange creatures.

Because their financial strength is difficult to discern from the surface, and their behavior is also rather unpredictable.

“You are so ignorant. I have heard that humans are the most strange of all races.”

Another technician joined the discussion.

"Really? Why are all the people at our bathhouse so weak? They die after only a few days?"

The technician questioned this.

"Any human who gets caught working at the bathhouse must be a weakling. The truly capable humans are all in the city, why would they come to a rural place like ours?"

The technician argued.

"Yeah, that's true."

Everyone nodded, agreeing with his statement.

"Then what's the deal with this newcomer? Is he human too?"

A technician discovered the blind spot.

"He is Old Man Qing's nephew. Old Man Qing himself is not entirely human, so this kid should be about the same."

Another technician recalled the introduction to Thirteen Orphans.

"Hmm, that makes sense, that makes sense."

Everyone suddenly felt enlightened, and the inexplicable strangeness in their hearts also faded a lot.

It turns out it wasn't because we, as seniors, were inadequate, but because this kid is mixed-race.

It is well known that mixed-race individuals have a genetic advantage.

Well, yes, that must be the case.

"A bunch of idiots."

Yaoji chuckled.

Having dealt with these rough men so often, how could she not know what they were thinking?

Being mixed-race is no advantage whatsoever. Yaoji is also mixed-race, but she has the disadvantages of both her paternal and maternal races, which led to her being ignored by her parents and other relatives from a young age.

If it weren't for her sister's best efforts to protect her, she might not have survived to this age.

Her sister also inherited the disadvantages of her paternal race, but fortunately, the advantages of her maternal race were so prominent that she managed to marry a rich man.

The good thing about metropolitan areas is that even the weakest race can produce strong individuals.

After all, there are so many chaotic places. As long as you're brave enough and have a strong enough life, things like falling off a cliff and finding unparalleled martial arts skills can only be considered documentary literature.

Of course, the idea of ​​finding a mysterious old man inside a ring is a different story.

In other worlds, you can still take a gamble, but in Metropolis, you're possessed.

“A man like him, regardless of race, would always stand tall and proud.”

Yaoji thought with certainty.

"Hello, could you help me carry this bucket?"

"Hello, could you help me carry this bucket?"

"Hello, could you help me carry this bucket?"

All the clay figures were saying the same thing to Liu Zheng, even in the same tone, like cheap talking toys with insufficient memory.

"Ok."

His responses were always the same, and he always did the same set of actions.

Swing the knife, chop off heads, stuff into barrels, roll in mud.

After he had killed all the mud figures under the ladder, he had accumulated five buckets of mud and water, and his body was covered with a thick layer of mud, making him look even more muddy than the mud figures themselves.

"Nothing unusual happened?"

Liu Zheng looked at himself with some surprise.

He thought the mud would try to assimilate him or form a giant mud figure or something, but nothing happened.

He was already prepared to dismember and dismember the body.

But it's fine if we don't have it, it just saves us some time.

"Since that's the case, then don't blame me for being blunt."

Liu Zheng clasped his hands in a salute to the remains of the staff of the Service Department, then lifted the wooden bucket and poured the contents into his mouth.

"Glug! Glug! Glug!"

He swished large mouthfuls of the foul-smelling mud, even licking back the bits that leaked from the corners of his mouth.

People already didn't quite understand his behavior, and now seeing this scene made them even more uneasy.

"Vice Minister, are you sure we shouldn't stop him? I'm afraid something bad will happen if this continues."

"I heard a technician say with concern."

Liu Tong stared at Liu Zheng, who looked like a madman, with a livid face, holding half a waterweed in his hand.

This is a trigger used to control the aquatic plants inside Liu Zheng's body. As long as Liu Tong inserts it into his body, the aquatic plants inside Liu Zheng's body will be detonated immediately.

However, he kept loosening and tightening his grip, still unable to make up his mind.

"People sacrifice themselves to clear landmines for you, and all you think about is holding them back?"

"Vice Minister Liu Tong, he just praised your magnanimity. Are you going to betray his trust now?"

Of course, Yaoji couldn't stand by and watch them hinder Liu Zheng, so he shouted loudly.

"This is a matter for our massage department, what right do you service department have to interfere?"

The technician who made the suggestion countered.

"He was eating the food of our Service Department staff, and I didn't object. What are you saying?"

Yaoji immediately retorted.

When it comes to arguing, their service department is far more professional than their massage department.

"You bitch, I think you deserve a beating."

The technician couldn't think of a rebuttal for a moment, so he immediately rolled up his sleeves, ready to take action.

If you can't reason with them, then talk about physics. Those massage parlor staff are just lecherous, not sycophants.

So what if they have powerful connections? They might not even survive today. Who's going to put up with whom?