Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

"Buy! Are five buckets enough?"

He said decisively.

"The yogurt is not selling well, let's help the dairy farmers."

The gravedigger recited the advertising slogan in a serious tone.

"Ten barrels!"

Liu Zheng said with a pained expression.

This time, he didn't get a discount on the coffins made from plane trees; ten barrels would cost a million.

"Thank you for your great support."

The gravedigger took the initiative to extend his hand and shake his.

"Is there not even a 20% discount this time?"

Liu Zheng tried to struggle.

"Then I'll give you a 20% discount on the free gift."

The gravedigger replied.

"Then forget it. I only like buying items at full price; buying discounted items makes me cough."

He said harshly.

Actually, it's not too bad when you think about it. The hell honey yogurt can be donated to shelters or clinics.

Given the personalities of Red Ghost and Doctor Nile, they would surely reciprocate with appropriate gifts.

Liu Zheng counted out one million and handed it to the tomb keeper, who in turn gave him the same cardboard box as before.

He took the cardboard box and found a brass bullet inside.

"This is a free gift."

"That's what the gravedigger said."

"But sir, what should I do if I don't have a gun?"

Liu Zheng smiled wryly.

"As long as it's shot out, it's fine."

"That's what the gravedigger said."

"what?"

He had a bad feeling.

"Put the bullet in your..."

The tomb keeper thought he hadn't understood and prepared to explain it to him in detail.

"You don't need to say anything more, I already understand."

Liu Zheng waved his tentacle.

"Oh."

The gravedigger shut his mouth.

"You're joking, right? You must be joking, right?"

He asked, clinging to his last hope.

"No."

The gravedigger extinguished his hope.

"Can I borrow your gun or someone else's gun?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Ten million? No way."

"Ok."

He accepted reality with a wry smile.

"Snapped!"

The gravedigger swung his whip, knocking the cowboy hat off his head.

The hat spun a few times in the air before landing squarely on the gravedigger's head.

"Goodbye."

He pulled his hat brim low, whistling as he ran towards the setting sun.

"That's fucking handsome!"

Liu Zheng sighed as he watched his retreating figure.

Well, if we ignore the fact that he was riding an air horse.

Liu Zheng put away the yogurt, tucked in the bullets, and ran wildly toward the cemetery.

Perhaps it was the scent of the gravedigger on the bullet that kept him from causing any trouble along the way. He arrived smoothly at the cemetery area of ​​the "Die Well" funeral home, where the bald manager was waiting for him at the entrance.

"This way, Mr. Liu."

The bald manager led him to the tomb he had bought for the earthbound spirit.

The second floor above ground is bright and clean, with spotless white walls and numerous flower beds and green belts around it.

"So, was my recommendation right?"

"I asked the bald manager smugly."

"It's much better than where I, a living person, live."

Liu Zheng complained.

"With your abilities, you will definitely be able to live in a better house in the future."

"That's what the bald manager complimented me on," he said.

"Ok?"

Upon hearing this, both of them felt that something was amiss.

"Of course, I'm referring to residential houses."

The bald manager quickly added.

"Then I'll take your kind words. Let's begin the ceremony."

Liu Zheng urged.

"Okay okay."

Since time was short, we kept everything simple and soon arrived at the final part.

"Godfather, please ask your ancestors to lend me a hand."

He knelt before the portrait and spoke.

The earthbound spirit in the portrait nodded slightly.

Now that things have come to this, there's nothing he can't let go of.

"Thank you, godfather. I'll buy a few more tomb-sweeping packages to pay my respects to you when I return."

Liu Zheng pasted the two black talismans directly on both sides of the portrait frame.

First line: A lifetime of good deeds, a lasting reputation.

The second line reads: His noble character is known throughout the village; his integrity shines upon future generations.

Upon seeing the handwriting on the funeral couplet, the earthbound spirit frowned.

But upon seeing the above content, he smiled again.

"let's start."

"Everything is ready," Liu Zheng said to the bald manager.

Chapter 552 The Wish-Making Monkey's Paw, the Golden Lotus of Fortune

"Guys, are you ready?"

The bald manager took the suona from an employee and then shouted loudly.

"Ready!"

The employees, carrying various musical instruments and ritual implements, replied.

"Kansamida, music, enough, enough, enough!"

"Whoa!"

The bald manager put his mouth on the suona, his cheeks puffing out and deflated, and the high-pitched sound of the suona resounded through the sky.

"If you pass away, remember to invite a Taoist priest. A monk or priest is also acceptable, but a Taoist priest is best. Burn paper money, talismans, soul-guiding paper, and banners. They don't know how to do any of that; they can only chant a few words."

The lead singer of the band "Mourning" sang at the top of his lungs, his powerful bel canto singing even temporarily drowning out the sound of the suona (a traditional Chinese wind instrument).

"You look so carefree, you're probably going to die soon, while I'm looking so miserable I can't even live. If you still want people to worship you in the future, then borrow some good karma from me to avert disaster!"

"Filial son, quickly kowtow and thank our ancestors!"

"The bald manager shouted."

Without hesitation, Liu Zheng knelt down and kowtowed three times, the force of which cracked his skull.

"The filial son's sincerity moves heaven and earth; may the souls of our ancestors return!"

"The bald manager said loudly."

A sudden gust of cold wind rose from the ground and swirled around Liu Zheng.

The endless tales of ghosts carried on the eerie wind made him feel like a model being judged by a group of judges.

"Ancestors, may your souls return!"

The bald manager shouted again.

The cold wind grew a little stronger, but that was all.

"If they protect their descendants, they're ancestors; if they don't, they're old fogies. You're asking for it! Believe me, I'll flip your coffins and throw your ashes into the sewer to mix with shit!"

Liu Zheng said coldly.

As soon as these words were spoken, a chilling wind suddenly rose, and ghostly faces appeared in the wind, looking extremely terrifying.

"What? You still want to fight? Then come on! I've killed gods and demons, but I've never killed a ghost. Today I'll kill my fill!"

He was completely unafraid.

For the average player, these incorporeal ghosts are troublesome enemies.

But with real damage at his disposal, killing these old ghosts is easier than killing chickens for him.

Just as tensions were about to rise, the portrait suddenly emitted golden light and then rushed into the gloomy wind.

Intense ghost stories drifted from the eerie wind, like a bunch of ghosts arguing and fighting.

"What are they talking about?"

Liu Zheng asked the bald manager.

"Your godfather is arguing with your ancestors."

"That's what the bald manager concluded."

"That's exciting! How's the battle going?"

he asked.

"The situation is currently evenly matched. Oh? Your godfather has joined your godfather's side, and the situation is starting to tilt towards your godfather's side."

"That's what the bald manager said."