Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

"Can it be taken out of the instance: Yes"

"Not bad."

Liu Zheng nodded in satisfaction.

Control-type items are always a welcome addition, especially those with a minimum control duration—they're practically game-changers.

"By the way, weren't you unable to move? Then how did you participate in the auction?"

He put away the old man's car and suddenly thought of a question.

"Hmph, a collector of some renown like me naturally deserves special treatment. When the auction is held, the organizers will send staff to my location to help me participate remotely."

The plane tree said proudly.

"Impressive! When is the next auction?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"The day after tomorrow night. Why? You want to attend the auction too?"

"I do have some ideas."

He admitted it.

Liu Zheng definitely can't afford to buy it.

His assets are a huge sum for ordinary people, but not much for auction houses.

However, he still has things he can sell.

For example, if Napoleon's offer for Shao Yanming's head is not reasonable, Liu Zheng can try to auction it off.

"Your Excellency, the distinguished collector De Lego, I have a treasure here. I would be grateful if you could examine it."

Thinking of this, his smile became obsequious.

Chapter 416 Genealogical Deities

"Are you going to sell it to me, or do you want me to authenticate it for you?"

Faced with Liu Zheng's sycophantic offensive, French Wutong showed considerable humility this time.

"What's the difference between the two?"

he asked.

"If you sell it to me, I can appraise it for you for free, but you can't sell it to anyone else until you pay the appraisal fee."

"If you want me to help you with the appraisal, you'll have to pay the appraisal fee first."

"It's a plane tree," said the French plane tree.

"How much will the appraisal fee be?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"I need to see the thing before I know."

"It's a plane tree," said the French plane tree.

"A gentleman as refined as you would certainly not ask for an exorbitant amount, would you?"

he asked tentatively.

The plane tree didn't speak, but gave him a meaningful, fake smile.

"Even if I didn't have you appraise it, you would still take me to the auction, right?"

Liu Zheng asked again.

The plane trees remained silent, their words conveying everything.

"Damn, you really become a genius as soon as it comes to your professional field, huh?"

He cursed inwardly.

But Liu Zheng had no other choice; among the people he knew, only the London plane tree could reliably produce various goods.

Moreover, he genuinely wanted to go to the auction to see for himself.

It's much safer to attend an auction accompanied by plane trees than to attend alone.

"Then I'll trouble you to have it appraised."

After a slight hesitation, Liu Zheng put down the legendary delivery box, revealing Shao Yanming's head inside.

"Oh, the head of a lineage god, and it retains a great deal of divine essence. What a treasure, what a treasure!"

The plane trees in London are shining brightly.

What are genealogical deities?

He took the opportunity to ask.

"This is a difficult question to explain to an idiot like you."

The plane tree scoffed.

“A great collector as intelligent as you would surely be able to describe it in a way that matches my intelligence.”

Liu Zhengqiang, barely able to contain his speech, said...

"So annoying. Humans as troublesome as you should be hung on tree branches by me."

The plane tree said angrily, its branches laden with the bones of various creatures that hung from its branches, rattling incessantly.

"If I were to be hung on a tree branch, who would search for the finest wines for you, the great sommelier?"

He said this without changing his expression.

"whispering sound."

The plane tree pursed its lips.

If it weren't for the fact that this idiot human was somewhat useful, it would have hung him on a tree long ago.

Do you really think it's one of those silly trees that eat dirt and drink water? It's a Lego adult that eats meat and drinks blood.

"Genealogical deities are simply a group of deities that are recorded in the city hall. They usually have a supreme deity and clear subordinate relationships, such as bloodline, rank, and position."

“Genealogical deities are generally allowed to operate within the metropolis, and their personalities are closer to those of mortals, making them easier to communicate with.”

"Many of them can even mate with mortals and give birth to demigods and mortals."

"French plane tree," said the speaker after thinking for a moment.

"I see."

Indeed, setting aside divine power, Shao Yanming is no different from an ordinary person, except that he is an abnormal one among ordinary people.

"Well, never mind then."

Liu Zheng swallowed his words back.

He originally wanted to ask what deity was the black goat cub's spirit, but considering that the deity could forcibly descend upon the sanctuary, it was better not to be reckless.

"Where did you get this?"

The plane tree asked.

"Oh, I went outside the city and did some dirty work, and killed some people on the way."

Liu Zheng said it casually.

"You're just bragging without thinking. Even though you're only a weak god, you're not someone a weakling like you can mess with. You've used up all your trump cards again."

The plane trees exposed his pretentious behavior.

"I don't need to think before I brag. I just took a minotaur as my underling, so I can brag as much as I want."

He said it without any embarrassment.

"A weakling like you dares to take on followers? Is that minotaur blind?"

The plane tree scoffed.

"Being a leader doesn't necessarily mean you can fight. Let's get back to the appraisal, Mr. De Lego."

Liu Zheng then circled back to the main topic.

What is His divine name?

"It should be Shao Yanming, and also Shaoming Kunguna and Kunguna are two other names."

He said.

"Shao Yanming? Never heard of him."

"French plane tree," said the speaker after thinking for a moment.

"You sound so professional, I thought you knew all about those genealogical deities."

"I'm just a collector, not a scholar. Why should I know so much?"

The plane tree said rationally and confidently.

"Besides, I'm just a tree. Why do you have such high expectations for a tree's education level? I didn't even go to kindergarten!"

Its tone even sounded somewhat aggrieved.

"I misspoke, please accept my apology, Your Excellency Delegus."

Liu Zheng apologized helplessly.

"Hmph, I'll forgive you this time. But if you dare offend this nobleman again, I'll sentence you to piercing."

The plane tree shook its roots in a defiant manner.

"Yes, thank you, thank you."

He said perfunctorily.

"Let me make a call and ask."

A gold-plated cell phone was unearthed from the black soil by a plane tree.

"Fuck!"

Liu Zheng looked at his small phone, then at the brick-like machine under the plane tree, and deeply felt the disparity of the world.

"So you have a cell phone?"

Realization dawned on him.

"Nonsense, how can you live in the city without a cell phone? Do you think we're in the countryside where you have to shout to communicate?"

"Then why didn't you tell me your number? I have to come all the way to Rose Street every time I want to contact you?"

He discovered blind spots.

"Are we that close? What if you call and harass me?"

The plane tree rolled its eyes.

"Although I am also a food delivery driver, my sexual orientation is normal."

Liu Zheng remained silent.

"Ha, who knows. Li and Niu Ma are both like that, how much better can you be?"

The plane tree sneered.

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He wanted to refute it, but found that he had no way to refute it.

But he's gotten used to it, since he often gets his reputation damaged in real life anyway.

After all, in this day and age, "journalist" has long become a derogatory term.

If someone praises you for being good at journalism, that's dirtier than insulting your whole family.

As for the reasons, Liu Zheng neither understood nor cared to understand.

For him, being a reporter was just a job; if he couldn't handle it anymore, he would just find another one.