Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

It is known that a butcher's knife can split clay.

It is also known that he has four tentacles that can rotate at will.

What can he gain from asking?

The answer is a propeller.

Liu Zheng put away the other items, gripped the butcher's knife with all four tentacles, and then swung it clockwise.

The butcher's knife easily sliced ​​through the mud, and the tentacles moved in a circular trajectory along the gap created by the blade.

"feasible!"

Feeling the push coming from in front of him, he showed surprise.

Then, without hesitation, he increased the speed of his knife swings.

As the propeller churned, the surrounding mud also moved, forming a small whirlpool in the mud pit.

Liu Zheng noticed that the mud around him seemed less sticky and slippery.

"Does that mean that if we just make these muds rotate, they will lose their original properties?"

Liu Zheng seemed to understand something, and then he swung the butcher knife in his hand even more fiercely, ignoring the tearing and soreness in his muscles.

At most, it's just rhabdomyolysis, which is a critical illness for ordinary people, but for someone like him who is not a normal human being, it's not even considered a minor injury.

The hybrid black goat calves, possessing the ability to "regenerate flesh and blood," are practically born with an overactive physique.

"Whoa whoa whoa~"

With Liu Zheng's reckless spinning, his body moved like a submarine.

Unfortunately, he was moving in the opposite direction, so he could only turn his head left and right to observe the situation behind him.

Fortunately, Liu Zheng's goals were very clear, so he was not greatly affected.

As he went deeper, the surrounding mud conditions changed.

The mud gradually decreased in consistency, while the fishy and foul smell intensified, and the flavor profile became more complex.

If the previous smell was a combination of earthy, rotten, and fishy odors, now it has been enhanced with various other smells, including gasoline, industrial wastewater, and fermented organic matter.

It tastes somewhat similar to the river water, but with subtle differences.

Liu Zheng knew that he had found the right target.

"clang!"

Suddenly, the butcher's knife collided with something hard, making a piercing sound.

Feeling the vibration emanating from the blade, Liu Zheng looked towards the source of the sound. A large nut was suspended motionless in the mud.

Fortunately, it's a propeller and it's strong enough. If it were a jet engine, the engine would be ruined if the nut got stuck.

"Uh, no, no."

He shook his slightly dizzy head. How could he really think he was a submarine?

At the same time, Liu Zheng was also somewhat wary, as the quagmire seemed to be starting to affect his mind.

"We need to speed up."

He turned the butcher's knife again, while twisting his head more frequently to observe the mud behind him.

When you find one cockroach in a room, you'll find many more.

Similarly, when he finds one piece of trash in the mud, he will find more trash.

Sure enough, after going a little further in, he spotted several different kinds of small pieces of trash.

"Trying to extort money from me? No way."

Liu Zheng raised his hoof and kicked at it.

"Fuck!"

His left hoof kicked a metal bottle cap as if it were a mountain, and his right hoof kicked a glass ball with a similar feeling.

No wonder the butcher's knife couldn't knock that nut away.

When faced with an insurmountable obstacle, the best approach is to simply avoid it.

But Liu Zheng looked around and found similar trash in other directions as well.

What to do if you can't avoid it and can't fight it?

Liu Zheng thought about his previous experiences and had some ideas.

He neither dodged nor avoided the traffic, and continued driving backward.

Just as the propeller was about to enter the minefield, he suddenly tilted his head back and swallowed the nearest metal bottle cap in one gulp.

"Gudu!"

Liu Zheng's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed the bottle cap.

"Guessed it right."

He thought to himself with a touch of smugness.

If you can't beat them, join them. Their minds are already full of mud, so it doesn't matter if they add some more garbage.

"Ah woo~"

"Ah woo~"

"Ah woo~"

"I'll eat, I'll eat, I'll fucking eat and eat!"

Liu Zheng's head, like a chameleon's tongue, kept stretching, contracting, and stretching, swallowing all the garbage in his path.

The pain in his abdomen was getting worse and worse, like a big eater who had been constipated for over ten years.

In addition to the side effects of excessive exercise, it's fair to say that he feels unwell all over now.

But there was no way for Liu Zheng to stop and catch his breath.

"Ho~ho~ho~"

When his mind and body were completely numb, he suddenly heard a sound like a dying person breathing.

Liu Zheng stopped swallowing the trash and looked toward the source of the sound.

A strange human face came into his field of vision.

It was an old face covered in wrinkles, bald, but with two long white eyebrows and a few sparse teeth in its split mouth.

A fishing net with extremely fine mesh covered Him, and an anchor hooked His mouth from behind His head, while a long chain stretched out to who knows where.

"Excuse me, are you Lord Ōkawa Nagare?"

Liu Zheng's spirits lifted, and he asked loudly.

The person with half-closed eyes raised their eyebrows slightly to look at him, and the lines of sorrowful wrinkles on their face seemed to change slightly.

His mouth opened and closed, as if he wanted to say something.

But immediately, the chain tightened backward, closing His upper and lower jaws.

"Ho~ho~"

The face closed its eyes in pain, and short, labored breaths came from its nostrils.

"Hold on, Lord Okawa, I'll be right there to serve you."

Liu Zheng quickly replied.

Even if the face didn't answer him, from any perspective, it should be the Great River Flow.

Judging from the fact that He cannot even communicate, His current situation must be very bad. Perhaps He will be turned into an evil god by the other side.

At that time, apart from Liu Zheng being able to escape with the express delivery slip, it is likely that no one present will be able to escape unscathed.

Perhaps, the entire Hyakki Gyoza bathhouse will face a major riot.

He didn't care if others died, and even if the entire Hundred Ghosts Guild turned into ruins, it was none of his business. He had no intention of receiving this month's salary anyway.

But Liu Zheng was a little unhappy if Xiao Wan, Yang Zi, and Qing Zi were caught in the crossfire.

So he decided to give this weakling god a hand.

Liu Zheng mustered his remaining strength and sailed towards the great river.

Its previously stiff mouthparts became flexible again, devouring the surrounding garbage with an aura that seemed to devour the heavens and earth.

Noticing his movement, Daikawa opened his closed eyes a crack and quietly observed him.

When He saw clearly Liu Zheng's way of moving forward and his method of dealing with the garbage, the wrinkles on His face couldn't help but relax a little.

Are the working methods of the Hundred Ghosts Parade employees all this advanced now? Or has His thinking become so outdated because He hasn't been here for so long?

Daikawa Nagare thought with some doubt.

"Lord Ōkawa, I want it."

Finally swimming up to Him, Liu Zheng was about to speak when his expression froze.

His entire body of mud suddenly collapsed and merged into the surrounding mud.

The garbage he swallowed broke through the mud inside his body and grew out of his skin.

It's obvious that Liu is being assimilated.

Seeing this, he swallowed the eight pills given to him without hesitation.

"vomit!"

As soon as the pill slid down his esophagus, a strong feeling of nausea surged up in his heart.

Liu Zheng opened his mouth, and countless streams of mud that had turned into fat gushed out.

Suddenly, all the holes in his body expanded, expelling all the garbage.

Then, countless herbs emerged from those holes, intertwined, and enveloped him, turning him into a green man.

Without the protection of mud, the intensity of the mud pit compression is greatly increased.

Liu Zheng could almost picture countless sumo wrestlers shaking their fat bodies, emitting lewd and obscene laughter at his thin frame.

And the green on his body gradually turned yellow under this erosion.

When all the green turns yellow, that's when the pill loses its effectiveness.

"Lord Ōkawa, how can I help you?"

Liu Zheng seized the opportunity and asked the question he hadn't asked before.

Daikawa glanced at him, his mouth trembling as if he wanted to answer, but the anchor held him back so tightly that he couldn't speak.

So it opened its nostrils wide.

With a sound like blowing his nose, two jets of water shot out from Da Chuanliu's nostrils.

The water column was crystal clear, and you could even see the fish and shrimp jumping around inside.

However, when the water jet hit the fishing net in front of Him, it did not cause the slightest ripple; the fish and shrimp were immediately swallowed by the mud and became part of the swamp.

"Ho~ho~"

The river flowed with a panting sound, which sounded somewhat sad.

"I understand."

He raised his butcher's knife and slashed at the fishing net.

The fishing net was cut and dented, but the cuts left only a tiny, insignificant mark.

However, Liu Zheng's face lit up with joy.

I'm not afraid of low damage, I'm afraid of no damage at all. As long as there's a health bar that can break through defenses, even the strongest BOSS can be killed by your hacks and slashes.

It extended its tentacles and hooked onto the fishing net. The part that came into contact with the net turned yellow rapidly and was visible to the naked eye, and the yellow color spread to other parts of the net.

"It's actually a deadly trap; the fishing enthusiast strongly condemns it."

Liu Zheng looked at the mesh, which was no bigger than his little finger, and complained.