Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

"Let me make it clear first, I'm just showing it to you."

After making the statement, Liu Zheng handed her the incense sticks.

He wasn't worried that Yaksha would take the things and run away; if the latter dared to run away, he would dare to come knocking on his door the very next minute.

Saying that the Dark Elves were wiped out might be a bit of an exaggeration, but turning them into stray dogs is no problem at all.

"It's actually true!"

As Yaksha chanted the name of the revered deity in her heart, she truly felt that the incense had become a bridge between her and the great Bloodhand Kane, making their connection even closer.

She almost had an urge to use up the incense right now.

Fortunately, two pairs of cold gazes extinguished the wildfire in my heart.

A pair of eyes, cold and sharp, came from Zhizi.

A pair of eyes came from Liu Zheng, cold and resolute.

"Make a price."

"Yaksha said."

"Being a friend is free. Being an enemy is priceless."

Liu Zheng released his grip on the rusty knife.

"Humans are so hypocritical."

Yaksha smirked, returned the incense to him, and walked straight to the bottom of treehouse number 666.

She spread her five fingers and released three streaks of blood-red lightning, which struck the three numbers.

All the colored stones lit up one by one, like neon signs.

"Who?"

A loud voice came from the treehouse.

"It's been a long time, Witch Wolf."

Yaksha bowed.

"It's Priest Helam. It's been a long time."

"Wolf said calmly."

"I don't think I received your message. Did your messenger get lost?"

She said it in a sarcastic tone.

Before visiting each other, wizards usually send messengers to let others know. These messengers can be animals, elemental spirits, or even ordinary servants.

Regardless of which method is used, arriving at someone's door without sending a messenger is considered undignified and impolite.

"The matter is urgent, I hope Your Excellency the Great Witch will not take offense."

Yaksha adopted a very humble attitude.

"what's up?"

Seeing this, Wolf stopped mocking her.

“I have a friend who runs a bloody restaurant and would like you to sign for his takeout.”

"Yaksha said."

“Priest Helam, I don’t recall owing you dark elves such a huge favor.”

After a moment, Volva sneered.

"If you are willing to do me this favor, the Dark Elf race will owe you a great debt of gratitude."

"Yaksha said respectfully."

"That is indeed a great temptation, but unfortunately..."

"Please take a look at this first."

Yaksha interrupted Volva before she could refuse, and then pulled a deformed skull from his robe.

This skull is composed of two skulls, but it is only one and a half times the size of a normal human skull, with a deep blue soul fire burning in its three eye sockets.

"This is."

An iron staff emerged from the hole in the treehouse, topped with a slender bone hand.

With a gentle wave of his bone hand, the deformed skull flew into the treehouse.

"The skulls of twin liches, you actually have such a good thing."

Walva clicked her tongue in admiration.

Twins are rare enough, but for them to become liches together is even rarer.

Such materials are excellent for casting necromancy, as they can not only replace most casting materials but also enhance the effects of necromancy.

"Aren't you afraid they'll cause you trouble after they're resurrected?"

she asked.

The dead are harder to kill than the living, and the lich's ability to survive is among the best of the dead.

Whether it's the Lich's Life Box, which is its core ability, or the universal Soul Splitting, Soul Transfer, and Soul Teleportation techniques, a Lich can make a comeback countless times.

"Their coming again will only provide us with more spellcasting materials."

"Yaksha said confidently."

"You're still as proud as ever, Priest Helam."

Volva chuckled softly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the entrance to the treehouse automatically expanded to be as tall as a person.

A tall, robust woman with brown-gold curly hair, wearing a burlap smock made of fur and linen, appeared before the crowd.

Her face was painted white with lead powder, while her eye sockets and nose were painted black with ink, making her look like a skull.

However, judging from her facial features, she is a mature woman with outstanding looks and figure.

"Is this the deliveryman from the Bloody Restaurant? I've never seen one before. A black goat calf and a human hybrid, interesting."

Wolva's gaze was fixed on Liu Zheng, examining him as if he were a rare treasure.

"Hello, Your Excellency the Great Witch. We are too far apart to offer you a kiss on the hand."

Liu Zheng bowed slightly and said apologetically.

"Haha. You're more humorous and polite than I expected."

Volva let out a hearty laugh.

"It would be my pleasure to make a good first impression on you."

He smiled slightly.

"It's a pity I'm not available right now. Otherwise, I wouldn't mind having a passionate interaction with you."

"Wolfa said regretfully."

Do witches have periods too?

Liu Zheng asked in surprise.

He also thought that these superhumans should be able to get rid of many of the physical problems that ordinary people have.

"No, no, no, I just made a bet with that Veela to see who could hold it in longer."

Wolfe shook her head.

"How long have you been holding it in?"

Liu Zheng asked curiously.

"One hundred and thirty-one years, eight months and seven days."

Wolfe gave a precise number.

"Goodness. How can we know if the other person secretly had some fun?"

"This isn't difficult for two real witches. Would you like to give it a try?"

Volva raised an eyebrow.

"Then let's forget it. I'm not that curious."

He politely declined the other party's offer.

"Your Excellency, Great Witch, could you please sign for this takeout?"

Liu Zheng got down to business.

"Hybrid, you may have misunderstood something. The twin lich skulls just now were merely a way to get me to come out and meet you. You're far from enough to make me sign for takeout."

Wolfe shook her head.

"Please feel free to name your conditions."

He said it generously.

"Let me see if you're qualified to make me set conditions first, delivery driver."

Wolva raised her iron staff and pointed the head at Liu Zheng.

Chapter 587 The Metropolis is Full of Surprises

"Rotten Ray!"

With a short incantation, three eerie green rays shot out from the bone's fingertips, heading towards the three people.

It was supposed to be a test for Liu Zheng, but Wolwa clearly didn't intend to let Yaksha and Tomoko off the hook either.

Liu Zheng's response was very simple: he simply cut off a section of a tentacle and threw it over.

The eerie green ray severed the tentacle, and the still-bleeding severed tentacle turned into a lump of rotting flesh before it even hit the ground.

"Secret Sword - Return".

Zhizi drew her sword and swung it horizontally, like hitting a baseball, deflecting the eerie green ray back.

Just as the ray was about to hit Wolva, she calmly opened her mouth and sucked the ray in.

Yaksha seemed to have anticipated this, releasing his psionic lightning before anyone else, which vanished along with the eerie green ray.

"As expected of a black goat cub hybrid, that's really convenient. I just wonder if you'll retain this regenerative ability after being turned into an undead creature?"

Wolf looked at Liu Zheng's rapidly healing tentacles with burning eyes.

"If I were to beat her up, would anyone else come to my aid?"

Liu Zheng stared at her, but asked Yaksha a question.

“She started it, so as long as you don’t affect other residents or damage the overall structure of Yitai Hutong, they won’t interfere with you.”

Yaksha replied.

"He's quite reasonable."

Liu Zheng raised an eyebrow.

"We have no choice but to be reasonable."

Yaksha revealed a mocking smile.

Although their memories are erased after moving to the metropolis, believers or their families can always obtain some information from the gods about the outside world.

Dark elves in their original world didn't have to live so cautiously, having to make deals with a food delivery person.

They had considered returning to their homeland, but the first thing to stop them was not the city hall, but the great Bloodhand Kane.

The dark elves didn't understand, but they could only obey, since this was the god they had chosen themselves.

"Your Excellency, Great Witch, is there any room for negotiation?"

Liu Zheng said loudly.