Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

"Stop looking, everything's sold out."

The idiot seemed to know what he was thinking.

Is Mr. Park facing financial difficulties?

Liu Zheng asked with concern.

"It's not so much a hardship, I'm not starving. But every time I buy something, it either breaks or I'm broke, I can't keep it, so I just stopped buying things. Anyway, I have what I need, and I can basically meet my needs by piecing things together."

"If all else fails, you can use one thing for multiple purposes, like this table."

He patted the table next to him.

"Don't be fooled by its hard appearance; it's actually cork. You can sleep on it like a blanket, and it's even good for your back."

"Mr. Park seems to have a very open-minded attitude."

Liu Zheng said admiringly.

"What can I do if I don't let go? I've lived for over two hundred years and it's always been like this. If I couldn't let go, I would have committed suicide long ago, but I can't even die."

He fell down and said dejectedly.

If he's lucky, his survival instinct will keep him alive.

When luck is bad, his desire to die cannot be fulfilled, or he cannot die.

"I do have a solution that might help you solve this problem?"

Liu Zheng seized the opportunity to speak.

"Oh? Tell me."

It's not surprising that he failed.

How could someone like him possibly have anyone making a special trip to visit him? They're either after his house or his good fortune.

As for the latter, there are plenty of people who claim to solve his problems but actually swindle him out of his money and sexual favors.

"Don't rush, take a look at the gift I brought you first."

Liu Zhengxian placed the bucket of bait in front of the puji.

"This is a special bait that your fisherman uncle gave you. This bait is specifically for catching big fish; it can even kill smaller fish."

he introduced.

"Wow, that's amazing! The fisherman has been keeping quiet all these years, and he's come up with something good again."

Upon hearing this, Pu Jie's eyes lit up. He casually picked up a wooden spoon from the table, dipped it into the bucket, and stirred it, watching as the bait insects chewed the spoon, sending wood chips flying everywhere.

"And this, this was purchased for you on behalf of the senior pond owner."

"Super sexy VR glasses!"

Liu Zheng took out another gift, but before he could finish speaking, he suddenly cried out.

"Looks like I don't need an introduction."

He shrugged.

"Tell me, what do you want? As long as you don't take my life or this house, I'll even take you as my Starfury for a month."

He was panting heavily from his nostrils.

"No need for that. Actually, the reason I came to see you is very simple."

Liu Zheng told the whole story.

"I have no objection, but are you sure? My good luck isn't just simple good luck."

"I'm so frustrated," he said.

"How to say?"

"Sit down and let's talk."

Upon seeing the two generous gifts, the scoundrel's attitude immediately became much more enthusiastic.

He invited Liu Zheng to sit down and offered him a cup of hot tea.

The tea leaves in the cup were scattered and not very appealing; they also smelled a bit sour.

"This is the best tea I have here, please don't think I'm being stingy."

I feel a little embarrassed about failing.

"It's okay, I'm just a food delivery guy, I don't care about these things. Big-leaf tea is the only way to quench my thirst."

Liu Zheng picked up his teacup and drank it all in one gulp.

“Young man, you’re a really nice guy. No wonder those two old guys like you. Since you’re so polite and courteous, I’d feel bad taking advantage of you. My luck and bad luck aren’t my own; they’re borrowed from some unknown entity.”

After taking a sip himself, Pujie said...

"As expected."

He nodded.

"So, putting aside whether your plan to borrow only good luck and not bad luck is feasible, the question is whether that guy is even willing to let you borrow it."

"I'm so frustrated," he said.

"So how did you manage to borrow it?"

Liu Zheng asked.

“It wasn’t borrowed by me, it was borrowed by my ancestor.”

Pu Jie shook his head.

“In the beginning, all my ancestors had was good luck. Back then, this whole street belonged to my family.”

"Then we started to have occasional bad luck, and then bad luck started to outweigh good luck. The most unlucky generation was left with only a 12-year-old child and this ancestral home."

"For me, it becomes a random change, but good or bad luck won't be too outrageous, at least it won't cause our family bloodline to end."

"I'm so frustrated," he said.

"Was this done intentionally by that unknown entity?"

Liu Zheng immediately thought of it.

"Maybe so, but even if I know, there's nothing I can do. I don't have the money or the connections to find an expert to solve it. Going to the city hall is free, but if the problem is solved, I'll probably be dead by then."

He shrugged and said, "I'm so frustrated."

"That's true. No problem, as long as you agree, I have a way."

he said confidently.

"Since you insist, I'll agree. What about the funeral couplet?"

"I'm so frustrated!" the assailant asked.

"here."

Liu Zheng took out two black talismans and a pen.

"Wait, let's make a bet first."

"I'm so frustrated," he said.

He needs to determine his luck first.

"Okay, what's the bet?"

Liu Zheng understood this as well.

"Let's play rock-paper-scissors, one hundred yuan a round."

"I think for a moment and then say..."

"Okay. Rock, paper, scissors!"

The two attacked together.

Liu Zheng's curled tentacles represent a fist, while the fallen man pulled out scissors.

"I'll accept the consequences of my bet and continue."

The guy calmly pulled out a bunch of loose change from his pocket, made up a hundred yuan, and then said...

"rock-paper-scissors!"

Liu Zheng raised two tentacles to represent scissors, while Pu Jie threw a punch.

"Oh? You're feeling better. Let's continue."

He got his loose change back.

"rock-paper-scissors!"

"rock-paper-scissors!"

"rock-paper-scissors!"

After that initial victory, he went on a winning streak of 19 games.

"it's time."

He pressed down on the black talisman and wrote two elegiac couplets.

"Your handwriting has a rather abstract style."

Liu Zheng looked at the crooked handwriting on the black talisman and said.

"Please understand, I didn't even finish high school, where would I get the money to learn calligraphy? Anyway, you didn't come to me just for looks."

He said it in a brash and arrogant manner.

"Okay then. I'll take my leave now."

Liu Zheng put away the funeral couplets and said.

"Quit, quit, hurry up, don't stop me from experiencing the new equipment, hehehe."

Pujie waved his hand dismissively, then grabbed the VR glasses and put them on his head, letting out an indescribable laugh.

To avoid seeing anything filthy, Liu Zheng quickly turned and left the house.

"Mr. Liu, are you done?"

"I can't breathe," the bald manager waiting at the door asked.

"All done, let's go to the cemetery."

He nodded.

The two got into their respective cars and quickly drove to the cemetery.

As soon as you pass through the archway, the sound of horses' hooves comes clattering in.

"I've met your Excellency."

Facing the gravedigger, the bald manager bowed respectfully, his head almost touching his waist.

"Ah."

The tomb keeper merely responded with a snort and then looked at Liu Zheng.

"Good afternoon, Your Excellency the Gravedigger."

Liu Zheng also gave a bow, neither too light nor too heavy.

"Good afternoon. Are you here to rob a tomb?"

"The tomb keeper asked."

Upon hearing his response, the bald manager's eyes widened to be bigger than eggs.

Having worked in the funeral industry for so many years, this was the first time he had ever heard of a gravedigger greeting people.

He couldn't help but feel fortunate that he and the funeral home had always been friendly to Liu Zheng.

"I'm sorry, I'm not ready yet. I'm here to bury my godfather."

Liu Zheng replied.